#idk if you can tell but i love how charlie talks to himself

[thefandomcassandra]

Hollow Knight Resurrected (2/?): Taking the Greenpath

A small amnesiac bug finds themselves in the fallen kingdom of Hallownest, following a calling he doesn’t understand.

(A novelization of the YouTube Series Hollow Knight Resurrected by GraveyardMedia)

The Murderer was still hunting for the bug in the red poncho. However, he had taken a break to try and gather intel. "Good evening gentlemen. Have either of you seen a girl with a red cape?"

"No I haven't!"

"Yes you have! She went that way!"

"Actually, no she went the other, opposite way from what you said."

This would have been more interesting or even useful if he wasn't talking to himself by pretending two corpses he found were actually people and capable of helping him. As it was, it was just sad.

"...Maybe I should just actually talk to real people." Yeah...It was a pretty bad look, talking to people who he didn't even kill. It's not as if ghosts were real. If they were, it would make talking to corpses viable. Ah well...the best he could hope for would be to find some other living bug in Greenpath and ask them if they'd seen the girl in the red poncho.

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In spite of how their last conversation had ended, the Murderer was genuinely grateful to see Cornifer. Here was another living bug he could talk to! And he sold maps, which was so so useful considering Greenpath was somehow worse than the Crossroads. "Hi—"

"Well apologizing didn't work, obviously, coz what can I do about the problem?" Oh. Oh no. Cornifer and Iselda were still having issues. Oh, this was suddenly somehow worse than listening to some bug he didn't know complain about how his wife didn't like staying at home. He knew both of them now, had talked to them. He had opinions and preferences. Fuck. "Hallownest is the premium un-mapped spot. If there's a place we can make money, it's here; but she hates it here! Good going. Great advice, it really helped! All my problems are solved!" Cornifer threw up his hands in frustration.

It was taking every social bone the Murderer had to not run back the way he'd come and bury himself in leaves like the bugs around here. "Oh...I'm sorry..."

"So what do I do now?"

"Uhh," he was the worst person to ask for marital advice, "give her a raise?"

"We're married. We both get all of the money." Point proven.

"Oh yeah...would buying a map help?" That would give them money and money is always good.

"Ehh...they say money can't buy happiness, but it can bribe off unhappiness, so yeah. I think it might help a little." Cornifer shrugged.

Hell yeah. Finally acing these social situations. "Ok. I was gonna do that anyway, but here you go!" A hefty eighty geo, but most of that was from when he murdered the rich mama drifter.

"Thanks." Cornifer took the cash and handed the Murderer a map of Greenpath. Unfurling it a little, he could already tell it would help immensely with his navigation woes.

"Oh, before I forget: have you seen a girl in a red poncho flying around? Talks to herself?" He made a gesture with his claws in the shape of her mask, the way her horns curved back.

"No. Wait, actually, yeah." Okay, now Cornifer was his favorite of the two weevils. "I think they threw something at me, like caltrops?" Oh damn. Sounded exciting!

"So you didn't get a good look at em?"

"Buddy, if your first instincts when someone throws caltrops at you isn't to haul ass? You're not gonna last very long down here." Cornifer sounded put-off by the Murderer's suggestion but, really, most things down here either wanted him dead on principle or were mindless beasts. Someone hucking caltrops at his head was at least an exciting attempt at his life!

Regardless... "Fair enough. I am gonna do the opposite of that, though." Might as well set his expectations so Cornifer didn't think he was sensible or anything like that. He was a murderer! They weren't sensible at all.

"Suit yourself kid. Good luck though." Cornifer got back to his work and the Murderer turned heel and went to try and find the girl in red.

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[thepersonnamedsam]

Hey! Can I request prompt #1 with Charles Leclerc? Like I can totally see him being a little confused and goofy in a steamy situation lol

seduction gone wrong - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: in where charles tried to seduce you and it goes horribly wrong

word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut with a plot, p in v (wrap it before you tap it, kids), oral (f. and m. receiving), alcohol drinking, some blood (-play idk), aftercare, minors dni, thank you :)

prompt: „do you want me to seduce you?“

note: sorry love, that you had to wait so long for your request, but here it is, hope you like it

and omg, thank you so much for 500 followers, i never thought i would reach that many people with my silly little stories. i am forever grateful for all of you, i mean it! <3

masterlist/ taglist / prompt list

It was a long day and you were tired, unbelievable tired. Everything sucked and nothing went the way you wanted it to. You just wanted to come home and have a good time with Charles, your boyfriend.

Your neck ached, your back hurt and all you wished for was a massage and an orgasm. But Charles, the man he was, didn’t really understand your wish.

You opened the door and smelled the food Charles probably ordered. He knew how to cook but mostly opted to deliver food to your home. „Charles, love, I’m home“, you announced yourself as you took off your shoes and jacket.

„In the kitchen“, he yelled back at you and you went to greet your boyfriend. He was standing there, with his back leaned against the kitchen island, looking devilishly handsome. You almost purred as your hands grinned his broad shoulders and gave him a quick, but meaningful kiss.

„Hey baby, how was your day?“, he asked you. At the thought of your day, the mood was ruined. „Ugh, it was the worst“, you whined and hoped Charles would grab on to your appeal. But with your lucky day, he didn’t. „Is it a glass of wine kinda day?“, he asked you, eyebrows raised. You sighed, no, it was a fuck me till i can’t walk kinda day, you thought.

Charles didn’t wait for your answer and opened the fridge to open you a bottle of white wine. The glass was already propped on the counter and he filled it to the brim. You were thankful for all the things he did for you, but you wished he would just the hint you were giving him.

„Thank you, chéri.“ You gave him a quick peck and took a large sip of your wine. He rubbed your shoulders and you moaned, just a tiny one, but you still did. But Charles didn’t register the moan and carried on.

„I ordered Chinese, are you hungry?“ - „A bit, yes. Thank you, Charlie.“

The plates were already on the table, so was the takeout bag. You took your glass to the table and sat down at your usual spot. He ordered himself some fried rice with chicken and for you some dumplings.

You weren’t talking during dinner, but he was telling you about his day - training, some time in the simulator, he met up with his race engineers and did a fitting for a new seat. His day was way better than yours.

The food didn’t help your needs and desires. You still wanted that orgasm and his mouth on yours. So you took matters into your own hands. „Charles, you look really good today“, you complimented him and batted your eyelids. „Thank you, amour, you too“, he said with a cheerful voice.

„Charles, I want something from you“, you whispered. You looked into his beautiful eyes and tried to look as sexy as possible. „What do you want?“ How can one man be so oblivious? „Charles, I need something from you.“ - „Mhm, yeah, you told me that. But I can’t do anything until you tell me what it is?“

You bit your lip, you loved him, really, he was the love of your life, but right at this moment, you could’ve kicked him to the moon. „Charles?“ - „Yes?“ - „I need you.“ You let out a breathy moan. Your voice quiet and shaky you look at him with lust in your eyes.

„Do you want me to seduce you?“

„That’s exactly what I want, Charles“, you thanked him and he grinned. He left the table and wanted to make his way over to you but in the heat of the moment he didn’t see your wine glass and pushed it over with his arm. The wine spilled all over the table and the floor and the glass broke in millions of pieces. Charles hurried to clean up the mess and crouched down to pick up the pieces. But you were too hungry for him to stop his mission.

You grabbed him by his shirt and said: „I don’t care about some spilled wine, I’d rather you make me overflow like that.“

You licked over your lips and he kissed you. He still tasted the white wine on your lips and groaned into the kiss. „Charles, I really need you“, you told him. He pursed his lips, he tried to be dominant and seductive, but with his luck he cut his hand trying to stand up. He hissed and immediately put his hand into his mouth.

But you were sick, rather than being worried about him you imagined his mouth against your pussy, sucking and licking as he did right now to stop the blood from dropping onto the floor. You took his hand to your mouth and sucked the blood and kissed the wound. „Now can we finally go to the bedroom?“

Charles was star struck, amazed by you. How can one woman be so perfect, so perfect for him? You were the love of his life.

On the way to your bedroom your clothing fell and he was on his way to do the same. Naked on your bed you waited for the love boy to devour you. „Bébé, wait a minute, I just need to find a condom“, he shouted from the hallway. You groaned, „Charles, please, I just need you, I don’t care about a silly condom, put a baby in me anyway.“

It just came out of you, did you actually want a baby from him? Yes, but certainly not now. Charles didn’t catch the phrase anyway, too caught up in still searching for a condom. He gave up shortly after that.

His naked torso and his v-line made you sweat. You pressed your thighs together to gain some friction. If Charles didn’t give you any attention, you had to do it yourself.

You fingers in your mouth to wet them some, even though you were already drenched. They trailed down your body, your mouth opened, a shaky breath released. Your index finger circled your right nipple. Occasionally pinching it. Charles was still focused on something else. „Don’t start without me, chérie“, he absently whispered, head turned to the ground.

You giggled and that’s when he finally looked up, your fingers in your pussy, pumping in and out. Your thumb pressed to your clit. He gasped. How could you start without him? Traitor. He walked up to you with lustful eyes. He crawled to your body and removed your fingers from your pussy.

You heard him inhale your scent. Suddenly you felt him lick a stripe up your pussy. You moaned his name, surprised by his sudden horniness. His mouth still on you, sucking and licking. Your clit inside his mouthy His fingers gripping your thighs, half moons left on your skin. He teased you. You felt his light beard scratch your inner thigh, his hands now snaked they’re way around to your ass and squeezed it. „Charles please“, you moaned, you wanted some release.

He suddenly stopped and smirked up to you. You threw your head back. His trousers were gone in an instant, so were his boxers. His tip was red and swollen. Leaking with pre cum it never looked more delicious. „Baby“, you looked him up and down, „let me please taste you.“

On your stomach now, you licked a stripe up from his belly up to his tip. His shaft thick and pulsating, you couldn’t wait to feel it in your mouth. His pre cum was licked up by you and it tasted salty and just like Charles. You moaned. Your tongue pressed flat on his underside. Hollowing your cheeks you swallowed him whole. His head was thrown back and he groaned, loud.

Your head bobbed up and down his dick. Feeling him twitch and pulsate was your favourite feeling all time. He grabbed your hair and held you down, so you were deep throating him. „Stop, mon dieu my god, I want to be inside you“, he groaned and pulled you off his cock.

As you rearranged and dipped into your wet and warm folds he moaned. And you moaned. „Let them all hear who makes you feel so good, ma chérie“, he whispered into your ears. His rhythm fast and deep. He hit your spot every thrust. You were in heaven, your bad day long forgotten.

He pushed down onto your lower abdomen and said: „I can feel myself, look how good I fill you up, feel it.“ That gave you the rest. The tight know that formed in your stomach exploded and you came with Charles name in your mouth. Soon after Charles came too, after he helped you ride out your orgasm.

He held you in his arms, softly stroking over your naked skin. He got up and brought you a cold glass of water and a lukewarm cloth to clean you up. Slowly he cleaned you up, from head to toes. When he was finished, he kissed you slowly and with lots of emotion.

„I love you, dear“, you whispered and kissed him again. „I love you much more, chérie“, he said and closed his eyes, holding you.

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[perksofbeingpoet]

new headcanons!

☆ THE POETS AT THE CINEMA ☆

(this got really long bc i love them so much aahhhh i hope you enjoy these headcanons as much as i do-)

CHARLIE: his favourite genre is comedy, plus movies about outlaws and teen rebels, says "so me" all through the film. oh yeah he doesn't shut up ever, talks the whole time until someone tells him to please stop talking because the movie's more interesting than how he'd dress as a pirate. every time there's a kissing scene, he turns to the poet sitting next to him and wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk. a nightmare to clean up after, his popcorn ends up all over the floor and himself. BUT all this doesn't apply to emotional movies. if a movie is sad, charlie is silent the entire time, doesn't crack a joke once and comes out of it with half his popcorn left.

KNOX: cries when watching romance, tells the poets he's not crying!! just the dry air of the cinema getting to him. insists on taking pictures of them in front of the movie poster. has accidentally thrown his ticket away instead of the receipt on several occasions. if there are cardboard cut-outs of characters at the cinema, he needs to take pics with all of them. eats a strange mixture of snacks, popcorn, pretzels and ice cream. asks "whAT?" at least five times through the movie bc he can't follow the plot. really fun to watch a movie with because he'll audibly gasp at every plot twist. idk him at the cinema is really cute guys i swear.

PITTS: needs a toilet break three times throughout the movie (tall guy small bladder king). his legs get cramps from the rows being too narrow but he doesn't care, pittsie LOVES going to the cinema. will most often go with knox and meeks, they're the best film trio. knows loads of lore about all sci-fi movies they watch, and acts annoyed at people asking questions because OF COURSE ni-bo64 has to destroy Leobor. eats salty snacks and always chooses the biggest cup of soda (meeks points this out every time pittsie has to squeeze around him to go to the toilet). loudly shouts "YES" when something he approves of happens. is the best sport about charlie's smirks in kissing scenes, he just like puts his hand on charlie's thigh really slowly and mouths 'hi'.

MEEKS: really likes movies with a hidden message, is the only one charlie will watch emotional movies with. but also just a huge nerd, him and pittsie watch sci-fi stuff together and then talk about every plot point for an hour. ORANGE SODA. really big fan of good film music. can't sit still and always steals the arm rest. doesn't talk but says "WHAT??" way too loud when a plothole occurs or a thing he was hoping for doesn't happen. is the one to buy the tickets.

NEIL: loves the comfy velvet seats. always has half a breakdown about "omg maybe i should go into film instead of stage acting??" after seeing a movie he really likes. is a little movie nerd, especially for superhero movies! loves the moment of stepping out of the cinema into the fresh night air. his snack is sweet popcorn or gummy bears. gets so excited when something cool is about to happen, he's waving his arms and being like "oh- ooohhhh- oooohhhhhh" until the cool thing actually happens. makes sure everyone has their tickets (goes into airport dad mode). laughs a lot and looks around at all the poets like "did you see that??" as if they're not all watching the same movie.

TODD: too anxious to complain about sitting behind a tall person, he'll often try to sit on top of his balled-up jacket to be a bit taller and see enough of the screen. pitts notices after a while and is like "hey todd, could we swap seats? i'd love to sit next to knox". todd only realises what that was about a few hours later and is silently soo grateful for pitts not embarrassing him. likes artsy movies where not a lot happens, and LOVES reruns bc then he already knows the plot and can relax. doesn't ever talk throughout the movie but laughs SO MUCH. mouths the lines when he already knows a movie. when there's a kissing scene he'll get embarrassed. doesn't buy snacks cos they're "too loud" and then eats all the other poets' snacks. every time. likes watching the ads before the movie.

CAMERON: asks "does anyone need to go to the bathroom before the movie starts" like fifty times before they watch the movie. hates sitting next to strangers during the movie because then he's always hyper aware of his behaviour and can't really focus on the film. likes historical movies and will watch them with todd (no one can tell me todd/cameron friendship isn't real, it makes so much sense). salty popcorn kinda guy. knows the names of all the actors and actresses.

[charliedawn]

Hiya Charlie! I missed ya! I’ve been busy with college. I finally changed my major to American history and I’m happier.

Anyway I have a request for you! Idk if you do AUs or anything, but I thought it’d be fun. How about a Hannibal royal family au? I’ve been reading a lot about knights and princes and princesses lately, and this idea wouldn’t leave my brain!

have a lovely day Charlie!

ROYAL HANNIBAL FAMILY AU:

You were but a villager.

In no way were you expected to attend any royal ceremony or to even set foot into the palace…but, you had still received a letter one morning—inviting you to the castle. You had believed in a hoax at first—a joke. Or maybe even a mistake. But, the letter had your name on it—written in pretty cursive.

You were hence invited to the castle of the royal family. Once confirmed, you began to be frightened. Many rumours went about that place…And some of them were gruesome.

Tales of man-eating monsters and bloodthirsty creatures hiding within the castle.

You didn’t know why you had been invited—but you knew that you had no choice but to accept the invitation or some misfortune might befall on you. You hence stepped within the walls of the dark castle where many had stepped in before—only to never return…

You knew you ought to bring a gift for the family, and hence chose to pluck flowers from your garden and bring them with you—hoping they would be enough to change your destiny.

HANNIBAL SR. THE KING:

Fleur de Lys.

For the king, you had brought magnificent fleurs de lys—the royal flower. It was said to bring peace and prosperity to a kingdom. You entered the throne room and sure enough, here was his majesty the king. Your knees started shaking as you made your way into the throne room and bowed deeply before none other than King Hannibal Lecter. His eyes seemed to bore into yours and he didn’t talk for a moment—until his eyes landed on the flowers.

"…Are those for me ?" He asked and you nodded before taking a step forward.

"Yes, my king." To your utter surprise, king Hannibal himself stood up and walked down the stairs of his throne to you. He then took the flowers in his hands and smiled.

"…Ah. Fleur de Lys. How thoughtful. A worthy gift. Such a lovely one at that." His eyes looked down at the unfortunate creature who had come into his castle for the sole purpose of being hunted.

"Tell me, my dear child. Why bring me flowers ?"

He was genuinely curious and you smiled before slowly looking back up at him.

"You and your family have been protecting this land and our way of life for as long as I can remember. And I knew that if I was to meet a king, then I was to bring a gift to show my gratitude as to this unexpected invitation."

Hannibal Sr looked at the villager curiously. It was rather odd. No villager had ever brought a gift with them before…But, it wasn’t unwelcome. He smiled. It was even quite touching in a way…He gave the flowers to a servant for them to put them in a vase. He then looked back down at the villager.

"What is your name, child ?" He asked—his voice authoritative and loud enough to echo all around the throne room like thunder.

"…Y/N. My king." You replied before looking up at him and he smiled as he looked at you curiously. You were intriguing. He hummed before returning to his throne to sit back down.

"How about I offer you a job, Y/N ? Would you like that ? Would you consider to work under my service ?" He asked and your eyes widened at the offer.

"Sir…I would love nothing more."

And just like that, you had now been hired by the royal family as a servant. And for the first time, the villagers saw one of their own return to the village. You quickly packed your bags and left—unaware the fate that you had miraculously escaped.

HANNIBAL JR. THE PRINCE REGENT:

Roses.

When you approached the gates, you could already see the guards staring at you with knowing smirks. You gulped. They seemed to know something about the purpose behind your visit and the way they looked at you made you involuntarily shiver…You looked at the roses in your hands. Perhaps your gift would spare you punishment, or even death ? You shook your head at the dark thoughts plaguing your mind before stepping inside and making your way to the throne room…You were expecting to meet with the king.

But instead, the Prince Regent was sitting there—his piercing gaze staring at you intensely as you approached.

"M-My prince…" You greeted him politely before bowing respectfully before him.

"…I was made aware that you had a gift for me, is that correct ?" He asked and you bowed your head deeply before offering the roses to his gaze.

"Yes, my prince. Roses." He scoffed before standing up to look at the roses closely.

"I have many roses within my kingdom, why would you bother bringing me such a gift ?" You stayed completely still and didn’t know how to answer.

"I…I just thought that his majesty would appreciate them. I have grown them myself and I thought that you would be able to appreciate a gift as this one because I heard you valued hard work and dedication. I only wished to prove myself to you."

Hannibal Jr smirked before grasping your chin and slowly tilting it up to look into your eyes.

"Very well…And what can you do for me then, little flower ?"

You started thinking about it before replying confidently.

"…Anything you want, my prince."

He studied your answer and smiled as his eyes didn’t leave yours for a second. He finally released your chin and seemed pleased by your answer.

"Anything you say ? Interesting."

Maybe…Would he keep that one ?

MORGAN HANNIBAL THE FIRST PRINCE: Pansies

Once you had entered, you followed your instincts to give you the path to the throne room, as no one seemed to be around to guide you. You started walking until you reached a magnificent door with lovely gold patterns. You thought it was the throne room and opened the door—only to end up in a library. You looked around curiously. The village didn’t have books such as these—not as many anyway…And besides, only a lucky few knew how to read. And they didn’t share their knowledge unless they were paid…

Then, your eyes landed on a book that was open on the table. You knew you better haste and find the throne room before your time was up but…Curiosity got the best of you and you slowly made your way to the book. You hoped there would at least be pictures for you to look at…Once close enough, you looked at the pages and found it rather curious to find the illustrated representation of a rabbit wearing a waistcoat and holding a pocket watch…How curious.

As the pages were flipped, more incongruous and confusing characters came in, all the more interesting as the pages went along…You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of a smiling purple cat. You then wondered who that book might well belong to ?

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you and before you could turn around—you felt the hand of a stranger at the back of your neck and forcing you to remain in the same position…bent over the book.

"…Do you like it ?" He asked—his voice merely a whisper in your ear and you gulped as you started becoming nervous.

"I…I didn’t mean to look at it. I am sorry, sir. Please. Forgive me."

He tsskd in disapproval before digging his fingers into your skin.

"Answer my question, little mouse…or your last words will be the apology."

And with that threat, your tongue started working on its own.

"Y-Yes. I like it. I love the pictures and the funny animals. I just…I would just like to understand more. I have trouble understanding the story. I am sorry."

He hummed behind you before sitting down next to you. That is when his face came into view and your eyes widened as you recognised the first prince…You wished to escape—but his grip hadn’t loosened as he took the book and opened it on the first page.

To your utter shock, he started reading it to you. His voice was cold, but poised and rich like cinnamon and melted sugar…After a while, you decided it was best to just listen and enjoy the privilege of being read to. You didn’t even notice when his grip on you finally loosened completely and he instead started circling the side of your throat with his thumb—seeking your pulse and wondering if you were afraid.

He searched for fear. He found none…His eyes settled on the flower pot you had brought with you…pansies. You had brought pansies to the castle and he held back a laugh before continuing reading to you.

You had no idea of the fate awaiting you.

KEVIN HANNIBAL THE MIDDLE PRINCE: Daffodils.

"HELLO, PRECIOUS !" You were stunned when the doors of the castle opened wide and none other than Prince Kevin came out with a big grin on his face. "Come in, luv’. Make yourself at home !"

He took your hand and before you could as much as let out a squeak of protest…You were already in. He dragged you all the way to—what you assumed to be—his bedroom. It was a great room with all the luxury one could afford…but what truly struck you wasn’t the fine furniture and incredible gold, silver and emerald green designs worthy of such a man…No.

It was the paintings.

Hundred of them. They were covering the walls and for a simple villager, it was like walking inside a great museum. You had never seen so many paintings, or even held a brush before. But, you couldn’t but to marvel facing all those reproductions of people you had met, people you had never met, places you had seen and other unseen…It put into perspective all the things you knew and didn’t in such a beautiful way.

The prince remained silent—observing you with a slight tilt of his lips. He was holding back a smile as he saw the admiration in your gaze…The middle prince was foreign by what the rumours said about him—from a country far away surrounded by water and where dark creatures resided. But, his smiling face was a complete contrast with what you thought your first meeting with royalty would be.

"Not bad, eh ?" He asked and his accent rolled off his tongue in such a way that it inwardly made you smile for some reason.

"Those are…incredible, my prince." He chuckled at your compliment before looking down at the flowers in your hands.

"Are those for little old me ?" Before you could answer, he took the flowers from you and smiled at the daffodils. He then did something unexpected and threw the flowers on his bed. You were about to ask the reason before he wordlessly guided you to the bed and laid you down carefully. He then started placing the flowers all around your head—as if putting together an art piece. When he was finished, he smiled.

"Don’t move." He then quickly grabbed brushes, colours and a canvas to start painting. You didn’t dare move as he put himself to work and silent fell all around you—except for the occasional sounds of the careful strokes of his paintbrush on the canvas and your breathing. After a while, you dared to glance at the prince and observe him as he worked. He was…quite handsome. His eyelids lowered and his eyes focused on his work. You didn’t know the reason for your summoning, but you would have never thought it was to be the model for the prince’s next art piece.

Suddenly, his eyes met yours and he smiled knowingly—for a moment resembling his own art in the perfection of his traits.

You smiled back.

PETER HANNIBAL. THE YOUNGEST PRINCE: Sunflower.

Peter was bored. His father and brothers were all busy with their duties and he wasn’t allowed outside the wall of his room. He sighed and was staring out his window. He wished for a friend…a friend to come and cure his boredom. And as if his prayers had finally been answered, someone entered his room—someone new. He had first expected Morgan or Kevin, but his eyes lit up when he realised that it was someone he had never seen before…

"Oh. My apologies. I…I am afraid I am a bit lost."

His mouth was about to speak up when they landed on the sunflower in your hand instead. A sunflower ? You had brought a sunflower ? He stared at it and you noticed. You smiled before giving it to him. He was surprised, but smiled at the gift that he eagerly received and stared at…

"Could you please tell me the direction of the throne room ?" They asked with an incredibly sweet voice and Peter was stunned for a few seconds. The throne room ? No…So, they were the next meal ? The next one to be served as dinner for his family ? He looked them up and down and in a matter of seconds—took a decision. He stood up and went to the door to lock it. He then remained with his back facing you for a while before slowly turning back towards you with the biggest grin on his face.

"C-Could you play a game with me ? Just the two of us ?" You blinked twice in astonishment at his request before chuckling nervously.

"Hum…I am not sure, my prince. I think I ought to go to the throne room now before I arrive late…"

"Just one. PLEASE !" He pleaded and you knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so you smiled and nodded in agreement. "Sure. What is the game then, my prince ?"

He giggled and his face got closer to you before he replied:

"Listen to me and do everything I say or…you die." You were taken aback for a moment before you huffed a nervous laugh.

"…What ?"

Suddenly, his jovial smile disappeared—replaced by darkness in his eyes.

"You heard me. Do as I say or…my papa and my brothers will find you and eat you. But, I can keep you safe. I can help you. All you have to do is promise to be my friend !" At that last part, he grinned again and you knew better than to ignore such words. They were no laughing matter—especially that you knew you hadn’t been the first to be summoned and to never return. You realised that he wasn’t kidding and you gulped. What choice did you have ?

You bowed.

"Yes. Thank you, my prince."

His grin widened before he hugged you tightly.

"You and I…we’re gonna be best friends. You’ll see. And I’ll love you and you’ll love and it is gonna be so great ! You’ll see…"

Indeed, you would…

You thought before a petal of the sunflower fell to the floor.

[leviathanofdeath]

rotb spoilers i talk abt Noah in depth bc im autistic and its 1 am

(this is also strictly talking abt the movies)

idk bout yall, but i really like Noah and his character and the way he interacts with everything thrown at him., I really like how (because of Mirage's chill personality) he wasn't completely overwhelmed by the existence of robot aliens. sure he was freaking the hell out abt the car driving by itself but yknow he caught on pretty quickly. and this is also due to the fact that he wanted to save earth as well. and specifically he wanted to help his brother. can we talk abt the fact that he was so willing to go against his morals just to scrounge up some sort of cash to help his family. as soon as he got into Mirage he was like "I don't wanna do this" and he was trying to get out the car. I also really like the relationship Noah had with his little brother. trying to be that light in his life and give hope. doing everything just to help his little brother not be in so much pain. it was just a nice touch to show us how truly compassionate and caring Noah is and you could really feel that through the performance, imo. you can tell they've both been struggling for quite some time. you feel sorry for when Noah gets immediately rejected by that security officer, and he's completely honest and trying to explain how he deserves a second chance (and he does) and he's probably repeated those reasons a thousand times in the past. he almost completely doubts himself until his brother reiterates that they're always gonna be there together and theybcan do it. and even though it sounds unrealistic, me and my sister have said the same thing to each other so it feels all the more powerful to me. it's a completely different approach to a character in the movie series and I cannot appreciate it enough.

and can I just say, sorry to the sam likers out there, I like how Noah doesn't just immediately insult Mirage trying to save him or befriend him. they actually have a strong ass bond almost right off the bat. sam was always yelling at bee everytime bee came in to save his ass (I hated this bc bee can do no wrong ok) but when Mirage was fighting scourge all by himself JUST to buy time for Noah, literslly risking his life for Noah. literslly becoming a suit of armor for him. Noah was nearly in tears, watching mirage's optics fade becsuse they've already become so close. Noah and Mirage have the silliest banter because they just get along so well. I know it's kind of stupid to compare the two (sam/bee and noah/mirage) but my point is simply: they connect so well together and I really fucking appreciate that. we've seen it with Charlie and Bee where they genuinely care for each other and now we see it again with Noah and Mirage. its just so nice to see the two get along swimmingly. even after they save the world, Mirage meets Noah's brother and everything and Noah begins to fix Mirage up as well. showing that they've become closer after the entire incident.

and Mirage. I just gotta say he is seriously the star of the show. Pete Davidson did an amazing job with him. and Mirage's personality fits with Noah so incredibly well. They've got the same type of style, use the same slang, stuff like that, and they compliment each other. Mirage is so genuinely interested and curious about Noah that he comes off as extremely friendly, defensive, and playful. He doesn't hesitate to risk his life for Noah and he gives Noah a little gauntlet to at least keep himself safe when they're apart. he even tells Noah off the bat that he can turn into any car and be sold so Noah can have money for his family. Maybe its the fact that Mirage has been cooped up and told to stay hidden for so long that he can't help but appreciate the first person to "reawaken" him, but regardless their relationship is just extremely refreshing and nice. The way they can bounce off each other is awesome. God i love them so much honestly I can't think of a better duo than these two theyre just perfect for each other whether its platonic or more

[rose-pearls]

Little Kazansky -stories

Request by @julessworldd: Hey Darling! Idk if you accept cannon ideas but I have a few and you’re my only top gun mutual I talk to 🩵 it’s a mix of icemav and lil Kazansky :)) -> Requests are open!

Hi! Here it is! Hopefully you like it, I wrote little stories for each of your ideas :)) (loved them by the way!)

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Lil kazansky is extremely close to Tom, she considers him a best friend in some ways. But she loves Mav very much, she gives him a ‘What the hell was that for’ look 80% of the time. Especially when he does something that acquires Ice digging him out. 

Ice and his daughter had always been close, since she was a little baby snuggling inside of his arms or when she would hold on to his finger when she slept. He was scared, a whole lot, that it would change when she would grow up, thinking that she didn’t need her father anymore. But his daughter proved to be much more like him then he ever thought and proved him wrong. She continued to come to him, for cuddles in the early morning after a scary dream, for a gossip session that Mav always tried to listen to outside of his office or just to spend some time together.

She was all of him but in the best way he could’ve ever imagined. The thing that warmed his heart the most was her bond with Mav, the way she immediately decided that he was also going to be her father, no question asked. She had picked up a few traits from the danger himself, but she always seemed to go back to her ‘little Kazansky’ ways. The first time she had everyone laughing their asses off was when Maverick was telling them about what happened with the brass that day and how he hadn’t listened to them telling him he couldn’t do a fly by. 

“But I still did it.”, you can hear Maverick say on the tape, and Slider knowing his best friend and his usual ‘what the hell was that for’ expression got ready to film it.

Only to come across two identical faces doing it towards Mav, one thirty-three-year-old and the other one a three-year-old, looking both equally unimpressed at the story.

lil Kazansky has Tom’s smile, even his bitchy eye roll and his ‘bitch really’ face. (When Mav is telling Charlie about the mig. And before ice coughs bullshit) 

When she grew up, she started having some more of his traits, Mav always said she had Ice’s smile even when Ice tried to deny it. But the one thing she had definitely gotten from Tom was the bitchy eye roll and his infamous bitch face that made the youngest recruits scared.

The lady at the daycare had tried to tell them in kind and simple words how she seemed to have a bitch face sometimes, but Ice and Maverick had thought it was nothing serious. That was until they had to take her to work and in lectures with them.

Maverick had been telling the class about his adventures and when he finally came to the mig one he already knew that Ice, in the back of the class would be rolling his eyes and looking at him with a bitch face that he still had after all of these years.

The one thing he hadn’t expected was for his daughter to be rolling her eyes and, unlike her father say a loud ‘bullshit’ through the room.

There had been a long silence between the whole room of Lieutenants trying not to laugh at the unimpressed four-year-old and a red-faced Ice. Until Ice broke it by letting out a big snort and starting to laugh so hard tears were streaming down his face. Maverick could only pout at the four-year-old who looked incredibly proud to have made her Pops laugh.

“Slider will love that. Good girl.”, he hears Ice say between his laughter and after a few minutes Maverick manages to start talking again, with Ice still shaking with laughter behind him. 

- lil kaz wasn’t only a daddy’s girl, she was an uncle slider girl. She loved staying the night with him and his wife, she practically owned Slider. Making him play dress up, Barbies, watch her favorite childhood movies. 6’4 man being dragged by a 4’0 little girl 😂 Ice telling her to stop climbing on him to put lip gloss on him. And slider tells him to leave her alone, she’s a baby. 

Don’t tell anyone, and certainly not Ice, but Slider had always been her favorite when she was five, it had probably been due to her small crush on her uncle Slider but that quickly went away as she realized he was married. Even when she was just a baby, she had her godfather wrapped around her little finger, asking him for ice cream after dinner even when she had heard her pops tell him that she shouldn’t have and receiving it with a large scoop of whipped cream. 

She had dragged him around her playroom more often than not for hours at end, asking him to play dress up and making him play with her dolls. The number of times her godfather played catwalk with her Barbies with her was too many to count.

Maverick always seemed to find it hilarious and had convinced her to ask her godfather to wear a tiara and a boa to dinner one night and just like every time she had managed to convince him, dragging him through the hallway. The room had been silent for a minute at their arrival before Maverick started laughing so hard, he fell out of his chair, followed by the rest of the Flyboys except for your pops who seemed to try and keep his laughter out of sympathy for his WSO. But just a moment later your pops had helped you convince everyone to also wear a tiara and a boa.

“Here Mav, you can have the little tiara as you are smaller.”, you say with a ‘bitchy’ smile that at only five years old rivaled Ice’s smirk. Meanwhile Slider started laughing with Ice managing to hold his laughter for just a second until Maverick turned around with an unimpressed look, a tiara, and a boa on. 

Her favorite memories had been with her godfather and the moment they sat down together to watch the Barbie movie, it felt like they were back in that playroom playing dress up and putting on lip-gloss. 

- at first lil kaz was shy of baby roo, she hadn’t really interacted with kids her age. Bradley was a few years older and bigger, she hid behind ice’s leg the first time Mav brought him over. Mav had found her a stuffed penguin and had Bradley give to her. She still has that penguin at ices in a safe place.

She hadn’t always been close to Rooster; the older boy had scared her for a while due to being older than her. The first time she had met him she had clinged to her Pops legs and hid behind them as they were so long, as Maverick would say it ‘he had legs for days’.

Bradley had seemed shy at the beginning too, holding onto Carole’s hand and looking at her with big brown eyes. They had spent the afternoon not talking to each other, each clinging to their parent like it was their lifeline.

The day they started interacting was when he had given her a small pinguin, it was super fluffy, and she had looked at it for a long moment before her Pops softly pushed her forward.

“Go on.”, Ice softly whispered at his daughter, and she let go of his leg only to grab one of his fingers with her small hand, the other hand reaching for the pinguin.

“For you.”, Bradley says, a shy smile on his lips and his daughter looks at the pinguin with a doubtful gaze before taking it.

“Thank you.”, she whispers softly before looking at Ice with big blue eyes, looking reassured when she saw his reassuring smile.

“If you want, I have a lion and a tiger, we could play zoo?”, she says after a second and Bradley seems to beam at the words, a large smile appearing at the words.

“I have a monkey and an elephant!”, Bradley exclaims, and his daughter suddenly jumps excitedly. 

“I have always wanted an elephant! Let’s go to the playroom.”, she says before dragging Bradley to the playroom.

“So, elephant to the list of gifts?”, Maverick teases and Ice sighs while shaking his head in amusement.

“And a monkey.”

That had been the beginning of a strong sibling relation between Bradley and you, the both of you always there for each other. The little pinguin was always in your bag during deployments, never losing his softness.

- lil Kaz definitely punched a kid for teasing her about having two dads. She got scolded by ice but Mav told her that night before bed. He was proud of her for being open minded and so protective of her parents.

It wasn’t fair, that you had to be in the principal office with Tommy sitting next to you, he had started it and you only had finished what he had started. 

The only happiness you felt in that moment was when you looked at his bloody nose, being held by a pack of ice. You had gotten him well as the principal had said, but you had learned from the best, your uncle Slider.

“So sorry for my tardiness there was traffic.”, you hear and suddenly you feel scared, seeing your pops there, he had his ‘Ice’ mask on as Maverick would call it.

“No problem, why don’t you sit down, and I’ll explain the situation.”, her father sat down next to her, a quick worried look towards her before turning back to the principal.

The principal started recounting the story of how Tommy had been taunting her before she punched him in the nose.

“Do you know what Tommy said before?”, your father asks, and the principal looks uncomfortable for a moment.

“Well, you see-”, the man stutters at the words while your father looks unimpressed.

“He was teasing me about having two dads.”, you say and there is a long silence that follows your words.

“I think we listened to this long enough, what happens now?”, there is that unfamiliar coldness in your pops voice that you haven’t heard before, but it makes you shiver.

“She will be suspended tomorrow.”, the silence that follows is deafening before your father nods in agreement.

“And what about Tommy and what he said?”, the principal looks uncomfortable before clearing his throat.

“He will have detention through the week.”, your pops doesn’t looks pleased before nodding and ending the meeting, taking your hand in his.

There is a long silence in the car, as he looks thoughtful, not even starting the car.

“You can’t punch other children sweetheart.”, the words are hard, no response awaited from you, but you still answer.

“What he said was mean.”, you tell him, but your father shakes his head.

“Violence is never the answer, you hear me. You are letting them win by reacting.”, he says as he looks at you and you let out a frustrated sigh.

“We aren’t going to the zoo this weekend.”, this makes you look up in dismay, but your father seems decided.

“But-”

“There is no but, you punched a kid, so we aren’t going to the zoo. Hopefully that will make you think about the consequences of your actions.”, he says before turning back towards the wheel and starting the car. You feel tears burning on your eyes and you try to contain them but ultimately fail as you arrive back home, barely saying hello to Maverick.

“Little duck? Can I come in?”, you hear Mav say but he enters before you can answer.

“I probably shouldn’t say this, but I would’ve punched him too.”, the words bring a small smile on your lips.

“Your pops, he is just worried about you. He doesn’t want anything to happen to you so don’t be mad at him. We are both proud of you defending us, it was just the way you did it that scared him.”, you turn to look at him before going into his arms for a hug.

“We are proud of you sweetheart, for already being so open minded but it isn’t your job to defend us, alright?”, you nod in answer and hold him tighter.

“From what I’ve heard you punched him quite good.”, you can hear the smirk in his voice and can’t help but smile.

“That’s our girl.”, he whispers in your hair while holding you close. 

she got taught by both of them on how to drive, ice would teach her and then Mav would too. Mav would come home from deployments and would want to see how she was doing. He would tell her speed up some where ice told her to watch her speed. They all went to the store once, they were telling two different things at the same time. She pulled over and made Bradley drive home. Home girl was not dealing with both of them anymore 😂

Learning to drive with your parents was always chaotic, your friends had nearly killed their parents when they did and it was no exception for you. As much as you loved both of your dads they were the most chaotic duo when put together in a car.

Maverick was coming back from deployment and as you saw his car at the frontdoor you couldn’t help but run inside, ignoring your pops comment about taking your shoes off and immidiatly bringing your dad in a hug.

“Missed you too little duck.”, Maverick says softly before you turn towards your pops who was smiling lovingly at the both of you.

“Your shoes missy.”, he says but you simply roll your eyes before bringing him into a hug too, enjoying the smell of cinnamon and cologne.

“We need to go to the store so no need to take them off pops.”, you tell him and he huffs before taking his shoes and joining Maverick and you in the car.

“Hey, wait for me!”, you hear Bradley yell before he gets into the passenger seat next to Maverick. 

“Alright, lets do this.”, you say before starting the car, feeling a little nervous but your pops smiles at you reassuringly.

“You can go a bit faster here.”, Maverick says as you get into a larger street but your pops rolls his eyes.

“She is at the right limit, don’t hesitate to go a bit slower.”, you know by habit that Maverick is rolling his eyes in response. 

“Now you can speed up.”

“No, she can’t.”

“Why not?”, Maverick asks, and your pops turns around to start bickering with his husband.

“Now you need to turn right.”

“No, left.”, your pops say, and you feel exhausted at the two of them bickering before pulling up on a parking spot and turning towards Bradley.

“You are riding.”, you tell him, and he groans in answer.

“Common, if you had given up just a minute sooner you would’ve broken my record time with the both of them in the car.”, he says before leaving the car and taking your place, ignoring the two pilots looking at you with open mouths.

“Sucks to be you Bradshaw.”, you tell him before settling down, ignoring both of your fathers while Bradley puts the music louder.

-Bradley is protective of her but lil Kaz don’t play about him. She has cussed Hangman out a couple of times or punched his bicep. Hangman has asked rooster has she always been this mean. Bradley told him yeah kinda.

Bradley and you had been close ever since the moment you turned five and had kept that bond through the years. Although you had both grown up, he still sax you as his little sister and he wanted to protect you from stupid boys and other things no matter how many times you told him it wasn’t necessary.

He had tried once when Hangman was playing dumb, but you had stopped him immediately, instead taking it over.

“So sweetheart, when are you letting me take you on a date?”, the blond pilot asks you.

“How about when my father turns straight?”, the blond pilot seems kind of lost at what to respond and you can see Phoenix trying not to laugh.

“That would be impossible darling.”

“Well then use what little of brain you have and figure out that it will never happen dickhead.”, you tell him with a sarcastic smile and the blond pilot huffs before a smile appears.

“Always fun to talk with you little Kazansky.”

“Wish I could say the same Bagman.”, you tell him before punching his arm and leaving the cocky pilot behind. 

“Has she always been this mean and strong?”, Hangman asks Rooster while rubbing his arm.

“Oh yeah she once punched a kid when she was seven, the kid had to get his nose fixed.”, Rooster says with a smirk while Hangman looked paler than before. 

“So be careful.”, Rooster says with a smirk before leaving to join his sister.

Lil kaz went to the navy balls and formals since she was little. That’s how she came well known with Cyclone and Warlock. She was 16-17 spilling tea with them about anything or anyone. Cyclone told her what the good whiskey is. Warlock taught her side eye and how to communicate by just looking at people. 

The Navy Balls had always been a huge thing, your pops looking stressed when they were approaching. He had climbed the ranks throughout the years, and he felt like he needed to be perfect. 

You had always enjoyed joining him, more than Maverick so now you were his official companion to all of them. It was a night were the two of you could spend some time together, enjoying the glamour of the ball before ending the night at the small dinner around the corner eating greasy burgers. 

That was where you had gotten to know Cyclone and Warlock, who quickly became one of your favorite people, much to Maverick’s dismay. Cyclone had quickly liked you and had been teaching you how to recognize good alcohol, especially whiskey. While Warlock thought you how to read people and how to know what they were thinking just by their body language. 

“I have heard that Cain’s wife is filling for divorce.”, you tell them while looking over your shoulder to make sure your pops wasn’t there anymore.

“Was about time, poor woman had to stay with that man.”, Cyclone says and Warlock snorts.

“Apparently she had an affair with a Lieutenant.”, this makes you drop your mouth in shock.

“I mean good for her.”, you say while Cyclone snorts. He offers you his glass of whiskey and you take a small sip from it after making sure no one was watching.

“1999?”, you ask him, and a proud smile appears.

“Correct.”, you smile widely at his answer before taking back your orange juice and looking around.

“Am I the only one thinking that Admiral Abrams is looking kind off annoyed to be here?”, you ask them and Warlock laughs.

“You aren’t the others don’t see it but he is. Apparently, he thought he was going to get the Vice-Admiral position your father got.”, that makes you snort in answer.

“Please, he could never be as good as my pops.”, you tell them, and they nod in agreement.

“Rumors are that they want to promote him to Commander of the Pacific Fleet.”, this makes you look at Cyclone with wide eyes, this could be huge.

“Really? Does he know?”, you ask him, and Cyclone seems to think for a moment before nodding slowly.

“The President has asked him to come by his office this week so that probably means he will get it.”, you don’t know how to feel at the news, you knew that your pops would be successful, but he hadn’t told you about that.

“So, Commander of the Pacific Fleet, huh?”, you ask him later as he gets ready to take a bite of his burger, but he puts it back on his plate after a moment.

“Cyclone?”, he asks softly, and you nod slowly.

“I didn’t want to jinx it, plus I wasn’t sure that they were really considering me until last week. I was going to tell you after the meeting with the President.”, you nod in response, looking at your fries, feeling lost.

“What is going through your mind?”, he asks after a moment.

“Just feeling proud of you and how far you have gotten. But I am worried that you work too many pops.”, you tell him quietly and he smiles lovingly at you.

“don’t worry about me, I have Mav dragging me out of my office to make sure I get food and some time away from work.”, this makes you smile as you look at him with the same blue eyes.

“So, more balls then?”, you ask, feeling excited at the prospect and he laughs.

“More balls, where you can pretend, I don’t see you gossiping and trying out whiskey.”, he says with a smirk, and you glare in response feeling a blush come up.

-She asked Mav once why does he get in trouble so much to where Ice has to save him. She is low key kinda scared to mess up because whose kid she is and he’s probably digging her papa out of a fire 

“How come you get into so much trouble.”, she asks her dad once, he is busy tinkering on his motorcycle, but he stops at her words.

“What do you mean?”, he asks before putting down his things and sitting next to her.

“You always seem to get into trouble in the Navy and pops saves you. Why?”, there is a silence after your words, making you feel nervous.

“Well, I always liked to push the boundaries, try new things but the Navy doesn’t really like that. So, I often get into trouble, sometimes because I cause it with a flyby but sometimes because I just wanted to try something new that could improve the Navy.”, he tells you and you nod in agreement.

“How come pops saves you all the time?”, you ask him and Maverick sighs for a moment a sweet smile appearing.

“Because we are wingmen and he seems to think that I’m the best pilot in the Navy and that I still have my place even when the whole Navy is against me.”, he tells you and you can’t help but smile at his words.

“I’m scared to mess up. Pops was so great that there is an expectation that I’m scared not to reach.”, you tell him quietly, for once telling him what you were really telling him directly.

“Oh, little duck, you should never feel pressure to perform. Your pops is so proud of you, no matter what you do. And as to the Navy, you shouldn’t care what they think, don’t let their opinion define you, you hear me?”, you nod slowly, still feeling unsure.

“You think pops would help me out if I had an issue?”, you ask him softly and Maverick snorts at your words, making you look up.

“Please, your pops would raise hellfire if anything happened to you. Never hesitate to ask him for help, he would do anything for you.”, his words make you smile before he brings you into a hug.

“I miss pops.”, you tell him and your dad sighs in response.

“Me too little duck, but only two more days and then he will be back from Washington.”, the two of you stay there, holding each other until Bradley barges in asking when the food will be ready.

[oinkinpigprince]

Please Charlie with a nerdy s/o who loves to impress and spoil him like they just love everything about him 🙏🙏

Okay simp! Also idk if you mean nerdy like geeky or actual nerdy.

Charlie x nerdy reader

Honestly really shocked how much you’re really in love with him. He feels like he’s just some dude, and he is. It’s kinda funny to him but appreciates it

If you give him gifts he’s so flustered but pretend he’s so cool about it he’s like “oh um Ight man, I guess I’ll take it.” He loves it so much

Kinda feels bad about you spoiling cause he honestly feels like he’s nothing special so he tries to politely tell you to tone it down, you don’t listen. He just has to accept fate

He spoils you by doing stuff for you, oh you need a water he’ll get one for you! You need to sleep, he’ll move glep out of the bean bag himself

It’s like equivalent exchange, he hates being in debt to ppl, which isn’t how it works, cause you’re his SO, but he’s just weird don’t mind him :)))!!

He really is impressed with your smarts and geek knowledge. Listens to you talk all the time, it’s his favorite background noise.

You might accidentally teach him something, he’s really bad at math but with enough of explaining you can visibly see the knowledge enter his brain

He’s secretly a geek too, he loves star wars and marvel comics. Owns a few original comics. You bought him more and he was so ecstatic he couldn’t hide it

You two can be nerdy/geeky together, he loves watching sci-fi movies with you. Going to the movies is awesome, all the shitty food and being in the dark, ah yeah!!

[loveswrites]

could I send in a request for Edward (Twilight) if you write for him separately :>

Edward Cullen X reader ~ You Wimp

Warnings: Idk how to do warnings I never do cause I can't stand them but talks of K*lling ones self is here so beware. Who knows might be a gaslighter involved.

Hi lovely anon! Ofc I do write for just about all Cullens and other separately I just love poly because 1. There is not a lot and 2. I can never choose who I want so I go for all half the time. Anyways I hope you like it! Thank you all for the support! I'm loving the request that are coming through btw! I'll get to them when I can, love. <3

Word count: 1034

Time it took me: 1 hour

"Why are you staring at me?" You asked Edward while turning to look at him. Currently you too were currently in the woods together. Alone just how you liked it. But his intense eye contact made you feel giggly. You were just trying to read right now.

"What do you mean?" Edward said, basically fluttering his eyelashes in his own little way.

“You know what I mean don’t try to play dumb you sparkly mind reader.” You laugh pushing his shoulders playfully, making him smile.

 “You're just so beautiful you know that?” He said, again staring at you with those loving eyes of his.

“You look like a love-stuck fool.” You said softly reaching up to stroke his check.

“I can’t say that you are wrong. I’ve waited for you for as long as I could remember.. I never thought you would come to me.” Edward said doing the same to your cheek.

“Maybe I just wasn’t born yet.” You laughed in his face. Once again making him smile.

“You are everything I could’ve ever wished for. No matter how long it took you to get here I am forever grateful for you and your love.” He said, pulling you closer into him for a kiss.

The kiss was everything you knew he felt for you. The way his lips moved against yours was intoxicating. The way his cold skin brushed against your warm ones brung a shiver to your body that only would happen with his touch. The way he was always so gentle with you, even though you always would tell him that you can handle it. He can let go. He never did. He wanted to make sure you were safe from anyone and everything. Including himself. 

With these thoughts he pulled away from the kiss. Once again holding himself back.

“You make me crazy.” He said looking at you with dreamy eyes.

His words made you smile like they always do.

“I know. Now can you take me home Charlie is waiting for me.” You stated.

“I wish I could keep you here with me forever.” 

“Too bad you don’t have forever because you refuse to change me but you know.” You said standing up gathering your things.

“Why do you have to bring this up?” Edward said, holding his head in immediate frustration on the topic.

“Because Edward you want forever when you know damn well forever is to not be had unless I am changed. What if one day I decide to go on a roller coaster and the ride falls apart cuz someone left a piece of gum on the track. Or what if I’m running from somebody and I don’t notice and I hit my head on a tree huh Edward? Then what! What will you do?!” You shouted but then backed down once you realized you were screaming at him.

“Carlise will fix it. He’ll always help and do his best-”

“His best may not be enough and you know it.” You said, your eyes following him as he stood up.

“I’d only hope that you would come to forgive me as I joined you in the afterlife, If there be a side for me with you.” Edward said.

You blink away the tears in your eyes that came with his words. You couldn’t bare the thought of Edward killing himself just so he could be with you. Were you really that important to him as he says you are? A part of you believed him. The other part of you said that this couldn’t be. You never thought anyone could love you enough to do something like that to themselves. Thinking of it yourself you don’t believe that you could live without him yourself either. 

It would put a damper on your future of dating forever. The trust issues you always have would become 10x worse. You’d always think back to him. Edward. You’d always compare your potinect lovers to him. From the first moment you laid eyes on Edward Cullen you’ve seen yourself with him. That was your man from the minute you said Hi.

You always wondered if you manifested it or if it was just fate. 

“You’d kill yourself? To be with me?” You questioned frowning a little.

“I’d do anything to be with you y/n.” 

“Besides, turn me?” You said looking up at him to which he sighed in response.

“Your my light, My life, My soul. I couldn't do that to you, you have to understand that.” Edward said, frowning. His eyes searching your face. You could tell he was trying to read your mind but he couldn’t. He never could. You weren't necessarily a shield but everytime he tried to read your mind he’d get hit with a wave of overwhelming thoughts. Everything was always jumbled up. Nothing ever made clear since if you tried. And if he tried for too long the voices or thoughts would start screaming at him forcing him away. At least that's how he explained it. 

“I can try.” 

“Thank you, do you want me to take you home?” He questioned.

“Yeah, make sure I don’t die on the way. You know, I don't want to ruin our couple of years too early. That wouldn’t be so kind of me now would it?” You said giving him a soft smile to try and tell him you were okay with it for now, but also that you weren’t done fighting him for forever and a day.

“You're never gonna stop till I said yes are you?” Edward asked with a slight smile on his face.

“Nope, not until the day I die, Even then who knows I might haunt you.” You said turning your back to him and starting to walk away.

Behind you you heard Edward laugh making you smile even more. You always loved his smile. You loved being the reason for his smiles and laughs. 

“I love you.” He said. You heard him walk with you now.

“I love you too.” And you were left alone with your thoughts and the presence of your sparkly vampire. That you would love till the day that you die.

[glazedsnail]

FF For Free right here

I honestly thought I'd have this part done and then the last but I got WAY CARRIED AWAY

What's new, when you remember this was supposed to be a 1 part type of thing.

Misery Loved Company

ShanexOCFarmer (♀️) 18+

It's now 3rd person time and I hope it doesn't feel too awkward. Felt better to write tho. So. Idk. Enjoy.

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8

(8 parts lmfao)

My farmer and Shane are married by that point but it still feels like she's intruding. GO AWAY POPPY IT'S SHANE AND JAS TIME FFS

A late morning sun attempts to reach the earth through the clouds. In suspension, thick in the air, they dance in anticipation of the possibility of rain release, in anticipation of covering the ground with the relief of another fulfilling day for the roots, the trees, the worms.

Waking the forest in its track, the sound of a distant truck arises. 

The dry mud expels its scent, bursting, tired of waiting for the salvation of renewed rain water.

It’s silent in the valley, as fall settles in slowly.

‘Uncle Shane!’

The little girl runs towards the man jumping down in the mud from his stopped truck. His tired gaze smiles at the sight of the pigtailed child. He lifts her up in his arms.

‘How’s my little chicken?’

She giggles.

‘I’m not a chicken!’

‘Are you not Charlie?’

‘Uncle Shane!’

They laugh. He carries her inside the ranch.

On the other side, behind a closed door, he can hear chickens happily clucking. A fickle distraction.

Everything is as he left it this morning. The smell of hay tickles his nostrils, welcoming him through the kitchen. He releases Jas who thanks her with a sticky kiss on his unshaved cheek. He smiles, somewhat proudly, knowing that she only gets candy when she’s had good grades with Penny. She runs to her bedroom, leaving him alone in the messy empty room. The bin is overflowing with boxes of frozen dinners and frozen pizzas. A dark cloud slowly settles in, giving the already sad little room a gloomy air. He sighs, passing his hand through his stubble, now incapable of hiding the tiredness in his longing eyes.

The buzz of the old fridge joins his groans as he tries to stretch from the long drive, the long morning. The length of the past two days.

He turns to his only accompanying noise and bites his lip. He knows he shouldn’t, it’s not even noon yet. But he knows the momentary blur would help him. He knows signing his responsibilities away to the alcohol sitting in the fridge would bring everything back the way it was before, and gives him the reprieve he craves.

But it would mean throwing all the work away.

He knows he can limit himself, however he knows that’s not what he wants right now. He doesn’t want a sip or to loosen up. He wants to forget.

‘Fuck’s sake’ he says under his breath. He pats his pockets, grateful to find the pack of cigarettes he was looking for. 

‘Shane!’ Kitchen lights explode in his face.

He jumps, cigarette falls from his mouth.

‘You were NOT going to smoke in my kitchen.’

‘Lighter’s in the truck’ he only says to his defence. 

Marnie brings her hand to the bridge of her nose.

‘I swear sometimes I wonder what I’ll do with you.’ She drops her grocery bags on the kitchen table and sits down. ‘Where were you this morning?’

‘Had some errands to run.’

‘I talked to Harvey,’ she continues, ignoring him. ‘Well I joined the conversation he was having with Caroline. You know how they brought Fern to the clinic yesterday. What a shame.’

Shane started to unload the groceries.

‘You saw it yourself haven’t you? Thank Yoba you were there for Jas, she was a mess! I spoke to Jodi too, she says Vincent keeps telling people he saved the farmer. What a precious little thing.’

She stretches.

‘Harvey says she’s fine. She’s in Zuzu city just now apparently.’

‘Huhuh.’

‘You’re awfully quiet today. More so than usual. Are you ok?’

Shane scoffs, rubbing his red eyes.

‘Just tired, Marnie, I’m fine.’

‘You haven’t snuck in a drink?’

The can of baby corn headed to the cupboard slips from his hand and bounces off the floor.

‘Of course not!’ He answers, outraged, desperately wanting a drink.

‘Oh well, I trust you. Still can’t believe she made you drink.’

Shane slams the runaway can onto the table.

‘She didn’t make me drink, we already had this conversation.’

Marnie stands up, she clearly wasn’t done with it.

‘All I’m saying is, she had her motives for bringing alcohol to a date with you.’

‘I am not an alcoholic.’

‘Shane. Shane. It’s not a bad word, it’s not an insult’ She says in a soft voice, walking towards her nephew. ‘But the sooner you realise you don’t need it the better.’

‘I know I don’t need it, I’ve not been binge drinking in ages.’

‘And I’m proud of you for that. Jas is happy. Now if you could just stop completely. And not let the first cute set of eyes looking at you drag you back down.’ 

‘I am the only one responsible for my decisions, I dug myself to an early grave, not Fern.’

‘Drag me back down? You think a beer or two will take me back to that sorry mess of a man I was every day?’

‘Bad company will, Shane.’

‘There are things that you can’t possibly know, you can’t work on yourself with someone like her around.’

‘What the fuck are you talking about?’

‘I like Miss Fern.’ she manages to scream above the noise.

‘Language, Shane!’

Voices are rising, fighting, higher than the other, not realising they all sting the very young heart walking in the room, seeking acknowledgement, wanting the voices to die down so she can play in silence. Words are unfiltered. She’s way too unfazed by this scene for her age.

The two adults stop.

‘Jas, please, go back to your room.’ Says Marnie, extending her arm to the child. She runs to Shane whose expression instantly softens. He crouches down at her level.

‘I like her too.’ He says, silently choking on his words.

‘We all like her!’ Adds Marnie. ‘She’s been nothing but an excellent neighbour, she takes care of the animals we sold her. But you both need stability.’

‘Jas, do you wanna go for a walk?’

Shane stands back up. He wants to talk, clearly having something in mind. Something bothering him that he needs to clarify. But the words slip away before they materialise.

He’s tired, and powerless.

‘With you?’ She asks, expectantly. She squeals as he nods, and runs to her room to grab her shoes.

‘Don’t you dare bring her to the saloon.’

Shane plants himself on the table, both fists clenched, eyes locked into Marnie’s who slowly sits back down. 

‘I’m ready!’

‘Is that how you see me? A helpless drunk? Will I be nothing else but a screw up in your eyes? Do you think I don’t already know that? Everything I have ever touched just breaks right in front of me. I have been swimming, powerless, in this… dark sludge for ever. I had lost all hopes of ever being able to climb out of this hole I was digging myself in. The effort I was putting in was forever in vain, I wasn’t worth anyone’s lifting their single little finger. I’ve always felt like I wasn’t strong enough to swim back to the shore. I tried so many times, disappointing everyone at each failed attempt. All the times I’ve ever closed my eyes I prayed to who knows what that they would never reopen. 

I wanted to stop swimming. I wanted to shut the voices and the easiest way was to stop fighting back and let the abyss take me. Let grief take such a hold of me that it would just let me die here and there. Simple, right? Give up. Yield. Throw myself back down the hole I am desperately climbing up without a moment of respite. I didn’t.

That’s the strength you will never see. Never want to see. You’ve only ever seen my shortcomings, my failures, my hours passed out drunk on the floor. Has anyone ever stopped to wonder why? 

I hate myself, Marnie. I hate what I’ve put you through. I hate what I’ve put Jas through. I know, deep down, you’re only looking out for me, but you… No… I drove away the only person who actually stopped and listened.’

The gleeful voice of Jas cut the density of the air in the kitchen, like a breeze pushing the darkest cloud away. Shane wipes his eyes and grabs Jas’ small hand.

‘What do you say we go to the beach, little chicken?’

Shane takes a deep breath of the humid air. The ranch's distinct smells meet the beginning of autumn. A few leaves have started swirling down in the distance. He closes his hoodie up.

‘Do you have your coat, Jas?’ He looks down at the little girl who quickly zips up her raincoat, flashing him with a beautiful smile, missing a few teeth. A warm smile creases Shane’s cheeks. Who can miss the summer’s sun when accompanied by the everlasting smile of the fiercest person he knows. 

‘Let’s go’ he says, clasping Jas’ hand in his.

He’s tempted to stop by the truck to grab his lighter but swiftly decides against it. The toxicity of her home life is enough, too much, shouldn’t even exist, if it weren’t for him.

The grey skies free up the path to the beach. They don’t meet anyone, much to Shane’s relief. They cross the old stone bridge, and Jas leaves his hand to go look overboard. The water is slowly flowing underneath, progressively picking up speed as the sky darkens. 

Jas throws leaves and twigs she’d been collecting on the walk from the ranch. They gracefully twirl in the air and fall on the water, floating away in the distance. 

Shane leans on the mossy stones, looking at Jas getting rid of her short lived collection. He catches a faint glimpse of his reflection in the moving water. Tired eyes, falling on a crooked nose. Thin lips distorted into a pathetic scowl. He’s not shaved in two days and it drastically accentuates his already rough appearance. His eyebrows seem to be constantly furrowed in an expression of contempt, and it takes him some effort to release his forehead muscles.

No, he doesn’t look any better.

He groans, leaving the moss covered parapet, resuming his walk to the beach. With a giggle, Jas rapidly follows.

The salty air attacks them both the moment they leave the safety of the town trees bordering the path. Shane grabs Jas and equips her with her raincoat’s hood, tightening it around her round smiling cheeks. He looks into her joyous bright eyes.

‘You’re such a strong child, Jas.’ he tells her. ‘Never let anyone make you feel any less than that.’

She smiles and hugs her uncle. He struggles to let her go, but definitely cannot fight against the alluring power of the tide pools.

Shane glances at the other side of the beach, connecting directly to the forest, and sighs.

He does not want to remember.

But her laugh is suspended in the air, caught in the neighbouring branches slowly losing their leaves. 

He shakes his head. For a moment there the flying sand looked like two lovers lost in a passionate embrace. And he can’t fight back. The memories of that evening crowd his disturbed mind. 

How was all of it only two days ago?

Eyes half-closed, he sees her proud smile as she hands him a slice of her own homemade pizza. He remembers her trembling body recalling events better left in the past. The tenderness with which she cradled him in her arms, showing her strength against what would have made anyone else bitter at life. 

Her golden hazel eyes wet in the setting sun looking at him with genuine fondness. What he took for genuine fondness. What he thought. The feel of her hair in his hand. Her body in his arms. Her lips.

‘Uncle Shane! Look!’

A shiver takes him back to the present. He turns to Jas. She’s crouching next to a tide pool and waves furiously at her godfather for him to come and see her exciting find.

‘What’s that, kiddo?’

She points at the slowly flowing strands of what looks like thick purple hair.

‘An amemom, anom… Anemone!’ She manages to say despite her excitement. ‘Miss Penny showed one to us once at the library.’ 

Shane crouches in a groan, ignoring the creaking of his knees.

‘What’s it doing here?’

‘It lives here. Look, it’s stuck onto that rock. And if you touch it, it hides away, like a snail. But you shouldn’t touch!’

He smiles at her, pride swelling up in his chest, and finds himself praying for nothing bad to ever happen to her. Again.

[prince-liest]

Hey I just read your Lucifer/Angel Dust fic and omg, I loved it so much! You really, really nailed down Lucifer's awkward personality so well! You know his characterization is perfect when you can't help but cringe at him a little, lol.

I really like the fact that Lucifer was so in his head in the fic, like, he frequently "checks out" in a sense and goes on mental tangents. This makes sense since he's so unused to talking to anyone that he doesn't really know how to be "present" in a lot of moments. Like when Angel takes Lucifer into his room and Lucifer immediately zones into the photo of his daughter. Him struggling to not think about Charlie was also really sweet, and a little pathetic as it's clear that she's really the only person Lucifer is close too lol.

Also, I wasn't expecting Angel and Husk to be dating in this fic - but it was very much a welcome surprise! I really like the idea of the two of them having an open relationship, since I bet the last time Husk would want to do is control who Angel can and can't sleep with, since Angel has spent so much time not choosing for himself.

And omg, the smut was so good! I liked how nervous Lucifer was, even though he has (had?) A wife, it's been so long since the two of then were together that I bet he's a little out of practice. I really like that Angel was so prepared to let Lucifer take the lead, only for him to realize "oh, this man is the subbest man to ever sub".

I never really thought of Angel as a dom before, but man, if this while fic didn't convince me the line - "Dollface,” Angel says, “I’ll call ya whatever you like.” - did.

And omg, Lucifer purring. I actually squealed. I never thought of purring to be an angel thing but now I can't unsee it. Angel immediately wanting to make Lucifer purr again after he learned what it was was simultaneously really sweet but also a little sad. Especially as Lucifer thought that it was obnoxious, even though I doubt anyone would have told him anything like that. Assuming all angels purr, so they wouldn't knock it, and Lilith and Lucifer were once in love, so I doubt she would make any comments.

Idk, I just thought it was a really good characterization moment, and showed how "differently" Lucifer sees himself from his "people", how he's insecure about something that sets him about from everyone around him.

Also, I really like how Lucifer's depression has affected his sexuality. Like how he finds it difficult to get hard in the past, or how it affects his purring. Idk, again it's just a little detail I'm glad you included, it really makes it help like you took the time to analyze Lucifer and how his problems would affect his sex life.

And Lucifer crying during sex, I think that's the most in character thing for him to do in this entire fic lol. He's a cry baby, I can feel it in my bones. The second most in character thing for Lucifer is having a daddy kink lol.

(Also, I wasn't sure where to put this in the asks but I found it really charming how... low? Lucifer puts himself compared to others? If that's the right word? Like he never even thinks to use his status. For example when he thinks he ruined the encounter with Angel he immediately starts worrying about how awkward it would be to see him again, even though he's like, the King of hell and if he didn't want to see Angel again he could literally tell Angel not to be in presence.

He's so blase about his role as ruler of Hell, that I can't help but speculate that that's where Charlie got it from.

I mean, it's not as though Lucifer is a stranger to using, or even abusing, his status. In the sing "Hell's Greatest Dad" he literally takes about rigging the game for Charlie because he's the "ref". Idk where I'm going with this, but again, it's a neat character detail we briefly see in episode 5, and I'm really glad to see it expanded on here!)

(Also, also, I know this wasn't included in your fic at all, but I find it a little funny that Angel now has Lucifer in his corner, purely because how fucked this would make Valentino. Like, I think Lucifer is really the only character who can make Valentino actually listen to. I know in your other fic - Happily Ever After, and Other Shit Nepotism Can't Buy - Alastor does help Angel out in the Valentino department. Yes I do consider all of your fics to be in the same "universe", even though I'm aware you probably didn't intend that to be the case.

But I'm just not sure if Valentino would really listen to Alastor? I mean, he did see him get his shit wrecked by Adam, and run away. Plus it takes a whole lot of manipulation from Vox to get Valentino to not do something he wants to.

But Lucifer is in his reputation, and I know Valentino wasn't willing to listen to Charlie, but Charlie was bring a bit timid. We have seen Lucifer being confrontational - and protective - before. So I bet he wouldn't mind actually pulling rank and Valentino to chill the fuck out. Idk, it's just a neat thought exercise.)

Sorry for rambling in your inbox, I just have a lot of Thoughts!

Ahh, this ask was so lovely to read! I like to say that my fanfics are basically my versions of character essays, or my love letters to characters that I like, and it's true in how I write them, so it's always extremely gratifying to see people not just enjoy them but specifically pick apart the things I put into the fics! Especially because I slam my writing style pretty heavily into the "show, don't tell" basket out of personal preference, so it's really delightful when people DO see those things!

Bonus thoughts under the cut so I don't totally kill people's dashboards:

I find writing characters who go on overthinky mental tangents so enjoyable (shoutout to Meng Yao), and Lucifer in particular struck me intensely as that kind of person because even in the show itself he goes on occasional little tangents to himself out loud, mid-conversation. He really acts like someone who hasn't been very well-socialized in recent times, and it's fun to elaborate on! And also a really fun way to show a character being anxious, depending on how you write it, without ever actually mentioning anxiety.

And YES! From what I can tell in canon, Charlie is really, truly the only person that he socializes with! And it's just him calling her once every several months! It's not like Alastor, who maintains an air of mystery - Lucifer just strikes me as someone who's been self-isolating very intensely at the very least since his wife left if not earlier!

It's not in the fic, but I kinda like to headcanon Husk as demi or ace, but very invested in the romantic aspect of his relationship with Angel Dust. My best friend and her future husband are also super poly, and she specifically is very bi and very open to having a good time with various people, so I think my default perspective on monogamy has been shaped a lot by that the past few years, haha! I feel like I can see huskerdust as being cute in love (after they're done with their slowburn in canon) and very comfortable about Angel sleeping with other folks while Husk just does his own thing in that department.

I like to assume Angel is a switch and vers, just by virtue of his job and past experiences, and I think I also see him as genuinely not really having much preference one way or another besides to have a good time. He definitely makes assumptions about the preferred dynamic in this fic at first, both about Lucifer but also because of the assumptions that clients make about Angel Dust himself, but it's far from his first time around the block.

I HAVE! NO CANON REASON FOR THE PURRING. SOMEONE MENTIONED IT ON DISCORD AND I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE CUTE AS FUCK. And I immediately needed it to be fucked up demonic rattle-purring, not something actually cat-like. This one's all on me, y'all, HAHA.

Lucifer's relationship with his role as the king of hell is also really interesting to me because he's very blase about it canon while, yes, totally using it when it suits him. I think it's pointed moment that the first time he actually brings it up himself is when it's something he can leverage to help Charlie out. He reads to me like someone who objectively knows that he's hot shit, but also just doesn't consistently think of himself that way, probably partly because he's always been "Lucifer Morningstar, exiled from heaven" with the other seraphim as his point of reference for power levels, and also probably partly because he demonstrably doesn't have a fantastic mental health situation. Being king of hell didn't un-fuck his family life, except for when suddenly it might in fact help un-fuck his relationship with his daughter.

And yeah, Lucifer could probably actually have literal words with Val and put a stop to the heinous shit. For what it's worth, though, in Happily Ever After: an actual conversation not what Alastor means by "a very firm reminder." He's gunning to kill two birds with one stone by curb stomping the person who has one over one of "his people" and also re-establishing himself as the biggest fish in the Pride Ring pond bar Lucifer after everyone seems to have forgotten who he is and after his defeat at Adam's hands. Can he actually do that? I like to think that he can, but between the mysterious constraints of his contract, the undefined rules of hell regarding interference in other people's contracts, and the fact that Alastor is a grade-A bullshitter when it comes to convincing me personally that he's overpowered, who really knows! But, uh, suffice to say, whether Valentino is inclined to listen to him is not a concern of his, haha.

And thank you very much for this ask! ^_^ I was very fun to read and chat about! <3

[psychesetra]

child of red

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HIIIII HAHAHSGAGGS

this is literally the first fanfic i will EVER post so like,, hope you guys like it

this is inspired by @6esiree 's imagine (don't imagine lmao) bit about human alastor with a daughter rhhrrhrhr

i wanna make it multichapter, so,, this is sorta a prologue or chap 1 ?? idk idk idk

tell me in the replies if u wanna be added to the taglist since no one's in it 😭

okay i will stop stalling the fic is below

word count: 549 (iM SO SORRY I DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO PUT OKAY I DONT KNOWWWW)

PART I: rotten roses

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rosette.

they had named their child rosette.

alastor’s love for the color red, of course, extended to many things. including the flowers he would often buy for his wife.

she had taken a look at the roses on their bedside table one night, and asked him, “rosette would be a pretty name for a daughter, don’t you think?”

he agreed, of course. roses were gorgeous, and a child named so would be just as wonderful.

so on the day he fell to hell, everything around a shade of red, it reminded him of the two people he’d left on the mortal plane.

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, he thought. 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺? 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥? 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥?

he had never been as terrified as he had been when he heard that shot ring and the bullet strike him.

his own form had to taunt him, too. a deer. a prey animal. he had been mistaken for one in the forest, that evening. he was conscious enough to hear the hunter order his dogs to look for the body.

(sometimes, when he’s at his lowest, he thinks it’s fitting. a prey cannot protect itself or its loved ones, and he didn’t, did he?)

and then he met rosie.

she wasn’t a bad person, at least by his standards. almost exactly like him, but a little less insane, maybe? he’s not quite sure, they are both cannibals.

it was really her name that bothered him.

oftentimes, if he’s not distracted by a good fight or that screen demon rising in the ranks, he finds himself thinking of his wife and their daughter.

even more often, that, any time he thinks of his daughter, he wonders how he would’ve raised her.

his ego had lessened a little after the day he died. of course it had, when such a failure had occurred. what father leaves his wife and child?

(his father did. his father did, and he doesn’t want to be like him.)

but when he thinks about how to raise her, he thinks of rosie.

it may be that they likely share a name (although rosie never told him if rosie was her given name or just a shorthand), but he never fails to be reminded of his daughter when talking to rosie, or vice versa.

it’s funny, he thinks. and a little cruel. his daughter wasn’t even a few months old, and here he is, imagining and thinking of her as one of his only friends.

when he meets charlie is when he becomes less conscious of his mindset.

he also thought of her as a daughter, somewhat, because of her traits reminding him of the innocence of children.

the kind of innocence his daughter would’ve grown up with if he didn’t leave her behind.

it inspires him to work for the hotel a little, maybe. put in a little more effort with fixing, better managing of their needs. he even believes in redemption a little, now.

or is it his selfish wish to see his daughter and wife in heaven that makes him believe it?

ah, well. a man can dream.

(but a man can only dream if he does not already have nightmares, no?)

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i wrote this in 30 minutes and lost motivation afterward im sorry

[mad-c1oud]

MAD. I have so many things i love abt your fics. in no order:

The panick from elotes when he sees charlie die from dehydration and he decides ‘fuck emotional maturity’ !!!!! OH GOD ITS SO GOOD

I think CONSTANTLY about when charlie was like ‘you dont have to call me slime, it isnt, like, reserved’ and they talk and etoiles goes ‘oh and you can say my name right’ and slime goes WHAT. Oh god i think abt it like daily and have a giggle

In fake it till you make it when charlie is calling etoiles all the nicknames and antoine just pretends like nothing is happening ❤️❤️

on the topic of fitymi, THE KISS GLASS FACTORY SCENE. RENT FUCKING FREE. The way you wrote it and then THE COPS KNOWING LMAOOO IT DIDNT WORK. Roier chanting “mi dinero!” Bc he won the bet is CHEF KISS

when etoiles casually kisses charlie and leaves, phil’s reaction when he realizes is GOLD KKKKK. “Is that why charlie has been blowing up my phone?” And etoiles going “i kissed and now i am telling” AGH

The intro (?) scene to immi where etoiles is just like ‘its okay its okay its okay he doesnt need items, hes really doing just fine–’ so he doesn’t rip charlies armor off where hes standing is HILARIOUS

“He is here. He is ravenous” then charlie dying to eater of suns was my favorite bc ITS SO IN CHARWCTER LMAO. HE WOULD.

How etoiles breaks a million avocados as baghera pulls out all the arrows from charlie. You can //feel// the need to protect coursing through his veins and poor bro has to make dinner

How youve written TWO scenes where etoiles brain fails upon imagining charlie in eyeliner. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE (i am too)

Not a apecific scene, but the (in immi) motif of charlie not feeling like enough so he always has to bring //something//.

GOD THE ENTIRE MOST RECENT CHAPTER OF IMMI. STAN FERAL HYBRID. STAN THEIR ONE SAFE PERSON. HAHAIXHSNAJAJJSUXIXIWWNKEODOEPQPEI

The immi scene where etoiles tells charlie about the bug :(

God how //unserious// charlie is about being hurt (and probably etoiles but they have different ways of unserious). Its so true to his character but i still wanna just SHAKE HIM so he doesn’t crack jokes //while he’s bleeding out//

The scene where etoiles rushes charlie back. It feels so rushed but not like you wanted to get it over with, just… like everything is a blur to etoiles while hes doing this. Like he remembers the steps he took but not what he felt when he took them. (Also how he gives himself five seconds to scream into a pillow. Felt that. STAN.)

Him asking for two cookies from phil bc he is ‘fading fast’ and when phil shows up he pretty much (albiet accidently) tunes oht phil bc he //cant look away from charlie–//

That stupid fucking cod elotes put in the barh idk if it has a name but I have a love/hate relation with it. I wonder if they kept it.

“Its not a waste with you” KILL ME THEYRE IN LOVE

When etoiles tells him to say if he feels hurt, then charlie starts crying and e is like “eh! Im so sorry what did i do you didnt say anything–” and charlies like eueuue youre so nice

Charlie purring… yes… YESSS…. (Love it when anything and everything hybrid purrs 💖)

“My cucumber” ….

When charlie pretends to be etoiles boyfriend to get into the hospital (fitymi) and the nurses are like uh this guy named charlie- and elotes goes “hehehehhhh yeahh charlie. He’s my bro” and the nurses take that as dating (BECAUSE WHAT ELSE IS IT????)

sorry tjis was so long i just had a chance to rant abt your writing and BY GODS NAME DID I TAKE IT

💖i hope you fee better

DUDE 😭😭😭

This is the best thing I’ve ever read. People always comment on chapters and fics in that moment they read them usually, so I’m always curious what sticks with people weeks later, what occupies their brain again and again long after reading…

Reading all this had me smiling so fucking big it Hurts oh my good you are so sweet dude

To answer your question: Charlie kept the cod Paul! It lives in the little pond he has in the greenhouse. It was supposed to be mentioned during the birthday chapters, but I reworked a lot of content and it not longer fit nicely so I just took it out for now. The feesh will be seen again…

The nicknames in fake it were my favorite part. I got like three sentences in and was like— hold on Idea—

And yeah Charlie giving things to Étoiles in immi, that comes a personal habit. Qcharlie has been broken down time and time again that this amount of unwavering kindness feels illegal to accept. He’s had to pay the price for so much, so sure this too right? Étoiles wants to shake him <3

YEHAHHH THE NAME THING IN IMMI!!! Man I needed a way to ween Étoiles into calling him Charlie that was just causal cause that’s Boring, and I wanted to acknowledge the face that irl, ccChatlie didn’t know how to pronounce his name at first either lmao

i like Charlie in eyeliner, sue me….

One of my favorite chapters might just be A Bandage. From the other islanders to the cooking to karaokeduo to the Chittering!!!!! Idk that one holds a special place in my heart <3

Also fun fact: I had like, 4 other fake dating scenarios I jotted down for fake it but I was worried the fic would turn into immi which also started as a 5+1 so I scrapped some ideas and kept a it short and sweet. kinda regret it and wish I could rewrite it but I still like what it turned in to

Man reading my own work through your comments is really nice. Gives me a better appreciation for what I’m creating haha

Thank you sm for all this, it means a lot and it’s never too long trust me <333

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU FNAF 4, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 3

FNAF 4 pages 60-90

*Warning ahead for heavily abusive language.

Oh boy I sure hope we get an answer.

Lmao mom and dad are fighting.

Yikes Diana that's not very nice.

Hah nope.

Okay but why did people think this genuine moment between William and his son was somehow malicious???

Dude is just talking to his son who is currently breaking down wtf is wrong with some people??? XD

This was after Sister Location on webtoon too so there should be no excuse for this bad faith reading of William's character after some of the scenes in that comic. I won't spoil but like...??????????

Like William is a bad person in cannon and this comic but it's legit-

William: *breathes*

Audiance: YOU BASTARD!!!!!

HE'S A PERSON TOO AND IS WRITTEN AS SUCH?

The reference to being a devil will only make more sense as the FNAF 1 ARC draws to a close.

Oh ho ho hooooooo.

So, that's why Sammy's a fucking weirdo about robots in the FNAF 1 Arc.

Also this gives context to the whole scene where Mike and his sister in law talk about Charlie still being alive while having a grave in the FNAF 1 Arc.

The one walking around is a robot.

So unlike everything implied in cannon: Creations William loves his children.

Is it always in a healthy/good way: NO. AND THAT WILL ONLY BECOME MORE APARENT AS FNAF 1'S ARC COTNENUES.

He even loves the one that indirectly KILLED one of his others lmao.

I just enjoy giving William an actual character. Lmfao. Unlike a lot of people who get on a high horse for making him a plank of wood. X'D

Yes. he's evil man you wrote the most basic boring bland mother fucker on the planet to be said antagonist. You're very cute making that your antagonist while not thinking about how making him that fucking boring and personalities affects the themes or ideas of your work. Here's a fucking cookie???

I hate this way of writing William if you can't tell lmfao.

"He can't have a motive or you're humanizing him" is such a horse shit take and I won't stfu about it considering how prevalent of an idea that shit was on Twitter. X'D

Idk if this is a wake up call that women can be abusers too but like, they can be lmao. Trust me on that.

Oops. The demon thing heard you.

William's default to dealing with Diana is to try and fix things and placate her enough to where she won't go nuclear. Which is sad, but he sucks in different ways.

Really they are a tale of "A match made in hell".

Everyone makes shitty choices here lmao.

Diana antagonizes somebody off their rocker and William's a spinless bastard to both his wife and his creepy demon.

He didn't wanna do it himself and I find that amusing.

The poorest of poor choices were made by everyone involved.

There's little sympathy for any parties here lmao. Except maybe Ballora. X'D

That instant regret lmao. "I MADE A MISTAKE WOOPS"

That's a repeat thing with our good ol Willy boy.

He makes a mistake, and then keeps repeating the same mistake lmao.

William is stuck in a loop of perpetually falling into making the same mistakes over and over and it is a theme of the series WILLIAM is the one who needs to solve HIS OWN problems.

William takes no accountability where it's REALLY NEEDED, blames and pushes it onto others can't find the strength to fight his own inner demons and falls into the same pitfalls over and over.

Hehe your house is a bit odd there William.

William's just fed up with everyone involved in this situation lmao.

I mean yeah, the demon thing IS a bad liar.

He directly cause Diana to die lmao.

And I like William calling him out on that. William in some part is scared of his own inner demons taking form as this thing that mimics him.

"The demon" as I call him is important and also a direct reflection of William's own mistakes. William not confronting or taking care of this "Demon" in any meaningful way part of the damn problem.

Why the fuck you lyyyyyyin.

Why you always lyyyyyyin'-

That bold faced lie will only become more apparent as the story goes on. This bitch has plenty of agency he just likes William to take the fall for everything.

Which in a way is fair. He is a result of William's as well. ;)

Once again have reached the image cap because WHYYYY

[mogai-sunflowers]

i just binged the whole new season of heartstopper so spoiler warning for below if you haven't watched it yet but...

oh my GOD. like oh my fucking GOD.

first of all, Elle. i love that they don't show her as just the bullied trans girl with no other personality than just that she was bullied. like what i mean is that they let her just be a regular teenaged girl. she's not just The Trans One she's just one of the crew but they're still open about her transness. and i feel like they could've made her relationship with tao about how cishet men are pressured to not date trans girls cuz people think it makes them gay, but that isn't even brought up, their relationship is just natural and genuine and it just is so so so nice to see a mainstream show letting a trans girl just be.... herself. a teenager. they're not denying what she's been through but they're also not making her whole story out to be a tragedy. and when she meets naomi and phoenix, and immediately bonds and naomi immediately opens up about her experiences as a fellow trans girl, i felt sooooooo seen because that's what queer friendships are like. they're so healing because you can just feel safer and that's what most of my queer friendships have been and i felt so seen in the way elle immediately bonded with them.

second of all, ISAAC. HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY FUCK!!!!!!! i have never once heard the words aromantic or asexual spoken out loud by someone else. like literally never spoken outloud, i've never even said them to myself, and here they are being spoken about casually on a huge mainstream queer tv show. that person at the art show talking about the pressure of romance and sex and how finding the right labels after so long was so freeing was like- idk how to even describe how it feels to be seen like that for the first time. like, people are going to watch that and they're going to learn about people like me in a positive way!! and i love that Isaac started reading the ACE book and i can't wait for more on his journey to accepting that part of himself

third of all, darcy and tara. as a gendernonconforming lesbian myself, seeing her so happy to wear that suit and then the very real pain of having that shut down by her mom, was very good to see that be represented. it's not just about her lesbianism, it's about her gender presentation too and so many times, lesbian media focuses solely on femme-presenting lesbians (not even actual femmes mind you, just lesbians who look feminine as fuck) and it felt so happy to see darcy dancing around in that suit when she first put it on. and tara talking about how she was afraid to even call herself a lesbian for so long was so real like. there's such a stigma around that word, i still feel that way even though i know i'm lesbian, i feel like this show is one of the first shows i've watched that isn't just a gay show, it's truly a queer show because there's such a diversity of experiences represented like-

there's charlie's experiences being bullied, but also his experiences being loved and appreciated. there's nick's experiences being perceived as straight and having to feel like he has to choose, and also constantly having to tell people he's bi, not gay, but also the positives of euphoria from his attraction to both men and women, the reality of mixed reactions from family. there's elle's parents who are accepting of her transness, and her school who wasn't as much, but also her school showcasing trans artists and her cis girl friends who accept her without question. there's isaac being told by jake that he just "hasn't found the right person yet" but also being told at the art exposition that it's freeing to be relieved from the pressures of romance and sex when you don't feel those kinds of attraction. there's just so much room for nuance and balance of experiences and they're all part of the picture. like, actual good representation.

i'm just so happy right now.

[brionysea]

i love when sibling characters are fucked up from the same event but in opposite ways

#will and johnathan byers 

this is fascinating can you please elaborate on this? i have so many questions rn lol

primarily thinking about their familial situation. their dad sucks and joyce rightfully kicked him out. lonnie gets brought up around jonathan ALL THE TIME, he NEVER shuts up about him, while will honestly seems to have completely forgotten that man even exists. lonnie doesn't live rent free in will's head at all. and that, of course, is because joyce and jonathan both protected will from lonnie in a way that never happened for jonathan. you can see the differing effects in how jonathan and will react to bob trying to fill the "mister mom" role in season 2; will thinks bob seems cool (said in a "idk, he's fine but i don't really care" kinda way) while jon is beyond wary and seems to be waiting for the other shoe to drop. jonathan's acceptance of hopper in the accidental parent role (to an extent) (hop is still an authority figure bossing teenagers around so jonathan has to not listen to him at certain points) (which is exactly what the wheelers do with their actual parents) is also interesting in contrast.

will's thing of being, like. constantly annoyed at everyone trying to take care of him (except mike, it's okay when mike does it) is framed as mostly a ptsd thing from the upside down but it's ALSO kind of his entire life? jonathan got parentified by age [15/16/???/how old was he in season 1?/charlie heaton was like 30 so i won't believe it anyway but whatever] and was working part time and raising will instead of just being his big brother because joyce as a single mother with mental health issues and their current financial situation couldn't really do it on her own. everyone looks after will. all the time.

the only will-lonnie connections are made through other characters eg. joyce saying lonnie used to call will queer, jonathan talking about will's disappearance in indianapolis, hopper's distrust of lonnie, and the audience being able to deduce from jonathan's story about the rabbit and will's ability to use a gun that something similar happened between will and lonnie. it's more distant because it isn't really associated with lonnie in will's mind - he seems kind of over it in comparison to jonathan - but it's mildly fascinating that will's stuff revolves around this idea of being gentle. lonnie challenging that nature and trying to change who will is as a person out of his own personal biases is of course awful, but even if will doesn't seem to care or consciously think about lonnie as a person anymore, that criticism of his character must have stuck with him to some extent, if only to double down on who he is (in essence, the "soft doesn't mean weak" trope)

will didn't even shoot the big scary monster that was chasing him! he could have, but he didn't, because that's not who he is! he is not what his father tried to make him! meanwhile jonathan went the opposite direction and changed his whole self in response to lonnie's disruption on their lives, making himself a doormat for other people's wants and needs because he's seen where conflict goes and he doesn't want any more of that, thank you very much

with will, there's this overall idea that because of the way he is he's more fragile and delicate and needs to be taken care of more and. it's not BAD that jonathan wants to take care of his little brother! especially with everything that's happened. but you can see how it would drive will nuts, and it's really not good for jonathan to put himself aside like that either. it's going to be so good for all of them when will finally speaks up (which he already did a little bit in the season 2 halloween episode) and tells jonathan it's okay to live his own life

i guess you could say that jonathan tried to fill the paternal role for will instead of the sibling one which is why will's issues are more to do with jonathan than lonnie?

[anuchasart]

WRIOLOTTE APPRECIATION POST idk I just love my sillies

first of all-- this post is not serious at all lol I mean I love this ship but this is just something I'm doing for fun. I'm not interested in any ship war or deep lore discussions, so please keep everything friendly on the comments <3 thank you!!

so,, basically I found this comment in my last wriolotte art

and I was like yeah it's definetly a rareship ngl but!!!! it actually makes a lot of sense and they have a -potential- great chemistry

let me elaborate (I love to talk about these two sorry)

okay let's start with the canon things!! ♥ as I said earlier I consider wriolotte a rareship so naturally we don't have a lot of in-game interactions between them (I'm still crying). we can find anyway some hints of Charlotte's genuine interest about Wriothesley on her voice-over + this Paimon's dialogue.

(she sounds so sad when the traveler can't tell her nothing personal about the Duke... I bet she talked about him with the traveler and Paimon more than once heheh--)

after Fontaine's archon quest, they finally meet in person!! tbh I love these adorable small dialogues........ Charlotte radiates joy and Wriothesley is so calm and gentle (ꈍᴗꈍ) ♡

he doesn't even sound upset when she insists a little. girl just wanted to be sure she will see Wriothesley again.

when she's done with her job, she says "till next time, everyone!"

aaaand this was the last time they were seen together. my personal headcanon is that Charlotte keeps visiting the Fortress of Meropide until she gets that interview with the Duke himself! I mean she already told him she's coming back for more stories, ehe.

more random canon facts that I find cute and make me happy:

cryo catalyst x cryo catalyst

pneuma x ousia

black x pink ship!!!!!!

they actually make great teams together

they share 3 ascension materials

cute aesthetic

dps + healer

in the Imaginarium Theater lounge area, both Wriothesley and Charlotte state they like books for children. Wriothesley says he likes how they are written and how good they are to unwind and chill while reading a book. Charlotte likes to investigate (obvs) about the books and their writers.

now I want to share a few more headcanons bcs I've spent a lot of time thinking about them,,,, and I need to left it written somewhere

I really REALLY think Charlotte,,, kinda,, had a crush on Wriothesley long before meeting him irl Idk is just the way she talks about him in her voice-over ;; she's so cute

Wriothesley honestly enjoys spending time with Charlotte, he always invites her to a cup of tea during her visits to the fortress. that's how he gets to know she's not like other journalists, he even starts to admire her job

Sigewinne ships them. so. hard.

same with the traveler and Paimon hahah,,

they are literally police agent x journalist the dynamic writes itself

I know Charlotte is 100% professional but what if she uses that interview to figure out if Wrio is single or,,,,,, (ofc he's single)

she treats his wounds when Sigewinne is not around

sometimes he calls her Charlie

Wrio knows Charlotte can take care of herself but he's very protective of her anyway and she loves that