#leave me alone with this stupid peacock

[frenchublog]

🦚Kung fu Panda 2

[pupkashi]

hype

kakashi doesn’t understand how genma can be so smitten with one person, until he meets said person

a/n: hi friends ! thank you sm for this request <3 im thinking of making this into a series if you guys would like that ? let me know what you all think :]

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“-and they changed their hair today! usually they wear it in this one certain style but today they-” kakashi zoned out again, Genma’s all too familiar musings become more and more similar everyday.

“genma do you even talk to them? seems like you just stalk them from afar” the silver haired jonin replies, genma stares at him in shock.

“pft! of course i do!” his chest is puffed out and he’s looking to the side with an angry pout, “i tell them good morning and goodbye” he mutters, kakashi shakes his head.

“i don’t see how one person that you barely even talk to can be so captivating” he mumbles, rolling his eyes as genma gasps, as if you’d insulted his entire bloodline.

“how dare you hatake! y/n is the most amazing person in this village! maybe even the world!” he’s defending you as if you were already married and a life together.

“it’s a silly crush genma! talk about them when you actually make a move” kakashi scoffs, leaving genma alone in the street as he turns to make his way to his apartment.

and so that’s how genma found himself in his current predicament, reciting the words in his brain he’d say to you when you flashed him that bright smile of yours. all he had to do was invite you to dinner! it’s not like it was a straightforward date, some of his other friends would be going. it was a good way to ease into this!

genma is staring much too hard at a tree when he hears your voice from behind him, “i think that one’s an oak tree if that’s why you’re so focused on it” you laugh, smiling when genma turns to face you.

“y/n!” he shrieks, eyes widening before clearing his throat, “good morning! i didn’t even hear you” he smiled nervously and you bump his shoulder.

“you should be glad i didn’t become a shinobi, I’d probably outrank you” your voice is teasing as you wink at him, causing genma to think he was gonna go into cardiac arrest anytime soon.

“pft, as if!” he smiled back, “hey, you busy this afternoon?” he asks, his palms sweating beyond belief as you ponder his question.

“what today friday?” your lips are in a small pout as you think before shaking your head ‘no.’

“do you wanna be?” there’s a glint in his eyes that makes you smile, “depends” you reply, his once faux cocky smirk falling off his face.

“on what?” his voice much weaker than he intended it to come out. genma can’t help but study your features, drinking in how breathtaking you look so early in the morning.

“will you be there?” the question catches him off guard, had you always been this coward with him? was he always too stupid to realize?

“I’ll be the one picking you up” he smiles, beyond ecstatic that you were actually gonna say yes.

“then I’d love to be busy tonight, what’s the occasion?” your eyes are sparkling with excitement when he looks at you, he can’t help but smile widely as he explains.

“we’re having a surprise dinner for Gai! we missed his birthday since he was out on a mission that ran long” he explained, you couldn’t help but smile warmly at genma.

“that’s really sweet of you guys” you reply, “never took you for such a sap genma” you tease, bumping you shoulder into him, smiling as he rolled his eyes, hating the fact that a prominent blush was already on his cheeks.

“yeah, yeah” he grumbled, watching the way your smile turned into a small frown, your brows furrowing.

“hey, what’s wrong?” you’re looking at him with wide worried eyes as you explain to him you have no clue what to get Gai. genma only smiles, shaking his head and reassuring you, “don’t worry, i got him something I’ll just say it’s from both of us.”

Genma can’t help but feel like a proud peacock that afternoon when he’s walking home with kakashi.

“guess who got y/n talking to them for almost an hour this morning” he’s boasting, kakashi ever as uninterested sighs.

“raido?” Genma smacks the silver head jonin upside the head before pointing at himself, the cockiest smile on his face as he shakes his head.

“this guy!” he cheers, practically running circles around his much calmer friend. “and guess who they’re coming to gai’s birthday dinner with?!” he doesn’t give kakashi the chance to speak before cheering once more, “this guy!”

“so I’ll finally meet this ever famous, impossibly perfect y/n?” kakashi asks, genma nodding.

“I’ll see you there! I’ve gotta make sure i look amazing so i can woo them tonight” already taking off in the direction of his apartment. leaving kakashi alone in peace and quiet.

so he was finally gonna get to meet you huh. after who knows how long (it’s only been a month) of genma gushing about your every little move and comment, he was finally gonna see what all the hype surrounding you was. kakashi would never admit he was looking forward to meeting you, especially after the countless times he’s told genma he didn’t care to ever meet you on their almost daily walks home together.

it’s 6:30 when you hear a knock on your door, you’re checking yourself out once more in the mirror before opening the door with a bright smile.

“hey! come in i just have to slip my shoes on real fast” you smile, motioning for genma to walk in.

“you uh- you look great y/n” his face is burning up, only getting hotter when you giggle, asking if you can hold onto his shoulder for support as you slip your shoe on.

“you clean up nicely yourself” you reply, grabbing your bag before turning the light off, genma offering you his arm as the two of you leave.

“I’m not too overdressed am i?” you ask, genma quickly shaking his head, “no of course not!” he assures you, trying his best to not outwardly freak out because you’re so close he can smell your perfume.

the two of you make small talk as you arrive at the restaurant, genma pulling a chair out for you, giving you a charming smile when you thank him.

it wasn’t long before the large table was filled up, only the birthday boy himself another seat left empty. as it turned out you and genma shared many mutual friends, smiling widely and hugging kurenai and asuma when they walked in and saw you. anko practically ran towards you, crushing you in a hug and smiling widely.

“i didn’t know you knew Gai!” she beamed, taking the seat next to you and you shook your head.

“i don’t! but i know genma and he invited me” you smile, “i hope I’m not intruding” you frown, kurenai and anko both replying with a firm ‘no!’

“oh Gai is gonna love you! he better not end up intruding on girls night!” anko frowned and you laughed, shaking your head.

“for all we know he could hate me” you reply, turning your head when you hear genma snicker.

“y/n i don’t think there’s anyone in the world who could hate you” he smiles, leaning a bit closer to you, your face heats up a bit at the proximity, laughing softly before taking a sip of water.

“where the fuck is hatake? surely he wouldn’t be late to the dinner he planned” asuma states, his brows furrowed as he looks around.

genma’s attitude changes as he replies, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms, “that man will be late to his own funeral” he snickers and you can’t help but smile a bit.

you’d seen the famous copy ninja around the village, but with such different lives you’d never actually spoken to him. it was a miracle you were even friends with the amount of shinobi that you were friends with, considering you were just a normal villager.

“I’ve never met him actually” you comment to genma, and he smiled at you reassuringly, “he seems mean but deep down he’s a real nice guy” he says, asuma quickly getting his attention as they talk about something they’d been discussing earlier.

it’s only a couple more minutes when a silver haired man walks in with Gai at his side, his sworn rival talking his ear off.

“surprise!” everyone cheers as Gai notices the group of people at the table, “happy late birthday Gai!” everyone taking their turns hugging the man and handing him a small gift.

“you guys! i cant believe this” he smiles, his eyes tearing up a bit, “this truly is was youth is all about” everyone laughs at his words, ordering food and making small talk.

kakashi notices you immediately, your smile just a soft and bright as genma had described, your hair falling perfectly and framing your face, his breath almost catches in your throat when you laugh and push a strand of hair behind your ear.

it’s the moment that genma introduces you to each other that he realizes he has a very big problem.

“this is y/n! y/n this is kakashi” he’s staring at kakashi with a shot eating grin, one that says ‘told you they were amazing’ and kakashi has to stop himself from smacking him then and there.

“it’s nice to meet you!” you hold out your hand, kakashi taking it and shaking it gently.

“likewise, I’ve heard a lot about you” he smiles, holding back his laughter when genma almost chokes on his own spit.

“all good things i hope!” you giggle, turning to genma with a soft smile, your face flushed.

“of- of course!” he smiles sheepishly, the two you turning back to your meals and continuing to converse with each other.

as everyone is leaving the restaurant kakashi is giving the group signals, one that you don’t understand and are looking to genma to explain.

“there’s a secret after party at gai’s place asuma and i planned” he whispers and you’re nodding along, a smile on your face, “you wanna come?” his cologne is wafting into your nose and you can’t help but nod.

“sure why not” you smile, blushing a bit when genma grabs your hand, pulling you alongside him to catch up with the group.

it didn’t take long for the party to start once you got to the apartment. you laughed as you watched asuma and kurenai sing a terrible duet, genma and raido both downing shots one after the other and anko trailing off for the fifth time about something she’d been wanting to tell you but couldn’t remember what it was.

you glance at the clock and realize how late it had gotten, eyes widening and apologizing to anko that you had to get home.

“oh but you only had a couple shots! you aren’t even buzzed” she slurred, frowning when you hugged her tightly.

“sorry sweets but i have work tomorrow!” you pout, smoothing her hair down before saying goodbye once again and going off to find your date.

you have to hold back laughter when you find genma almost passed out next to Gai and raido, shaking them all a bit to make sure they were still alive.

“genma? I’m gonna head home” you smile and he gets up, wobbling a bit before he throws his arms around you.

“oh don’t leave us y/n! you’re too perfect to leave” he whines, your face flushing at his words, “i can walk you home” he smiles, getting up from his chair and almost slipping, causing you to catch him and help him to the couch.

“i don’t even think you can walk right now” you laugh, bidding him goodbye and letting him know you’ll see him monday.

as you finish your last goodbye’s and wish a much too intoxicated Gai happy birthday once more, you’re heading out the door, a small smile on your face as you close it.

“genma not walking you home?” the deep voice startling you, causing you to shriek a bit, your heart pounding as your eyes land on kakashi.

“god you fucking scared me” you laugh, hand over your heart, “no he’s piss drunk right now” your head shaking.

“I’ll see you around kakashi, take care” you’re smiling at him brightly, waving goodbye. and before he can stop himself he pushes himself off the wall and catches up to you, walking at your pace.

“oh i don’t want to inconvenience you” looking at him with kind eyes, he’s shaking his head at your words.

“ ‘s not an inconvenience, just wanna make sure you get home safe is all” his words make your stomach flutter and you nod, a small ‘okay, thanks’ leaving your lips as you look away, hoping he doesn’t see the blush on your cheeks.

it’s a bit chilly as you continue walking, kakashi noticed the way you’re holding yourself tightly, and within seconds his jacket is resting atop your shoulders.

“oh I’m fine really!” already taking the jacket off, kakashi shakes his head, placing it back on you before speaking up.

“keep it on, i was getting a bit hot anyway” he smiles, you return him a brighter one, tugging his jacket tighter around you, letting yourself drown in his cologne.

“I think it was really nice that you planned the dinner for gai” you speak up after a couple seconds, fiddling with your fingers. kakashi shakes his head at your words.

“it was all of us really” he shrugs and you look at him, a smile on your face when he turns to face you, “what?” there’s a smile creeping onto his lips.

“asuma said you planned the whole thing, give yourself some credit” you nudge him softly, hoping to god it was alright and he wasn’t insanely uptight like how genma painted him out to be.

“or do you have some sort of appearance to uphold” you tease, laughing a bit when the jonin scoffs at you, looking in the opposite direction with his chin up.

“i don’t have any appearances” he denies, turning to face you when he no longer hears your footsteps next to his.

“oh please! the whole village has you painted as ‘the great copy ninja’ so mysterious and dark” your voice a bit lower, as you say his famous nickname, he’s rolling his eyes and chuckling a bit.

“maybe I’m just mysterious and dark” he shrugs, following you when you continue to walk to your apartment.

“are you?” your voice curious as you look at him, trying to read his features as best you could.

“maybe” he replies, watching the way you cross your arms and smile up at him. his hearts beating a bit faster, feeling insecure under the scrutiny of your eyes. why did he care so much?

“you aren’t” you reply, shrugging your shoulders as you both continue to walk. kakashi’s eyes go wide and his brows are furrowed, his mouth open at your statement.

“you don’t even know me! how would you know?” he’s a bit defensive as you brush his off easily, looking at him with a warm smile that has his stomach doing flips.

“please! you plan out birthday dinners for you best friend, you walk someone home you don’t know and give them your jacket, you have actual friends that care about you and love you” you list off, “and you’ve been talking to me this whole time, dark and mysterious people would just say something vague and look off into the moonlight” you giggle.

“you sure you’re not a shinobi?” the question makes you laugh, waving him off before turning into the street when your apartment is.

“thank you for walking me, i felt much safer with the dark and mysterious copy ninja as my personal guard” you smile, kakashi returns it gracefully, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth.

“it’s my job to protect this village” he says, his voice raspy as he looks up at the sky, searching for the moon.

“new moon tonight” you mumble, kakashi’s shoulders falling a bit, “guess you weren’t meant to be dark and mysterious” you laugh, kakashi laughing alongside you.

“I’ll uh- see you around?” he asks and you nod, starting to shrug his jacket off before he stops you, placing his hand on top of yours. he’s caught off guard by his own actions, clearing his throat and composing himself when he he looks into your eyes.

“you can hold onto it, don’t want you to get cold walking up the stairs” he winces a bit at his terrible choice of words but you don’t seem to care.

“ever the gentleman” you giggle, holding the jacket close to you, “goodnight kakashi” you smile, biting your lip as you turn around and head up the stairs, waving goodbye before you open the door to your apartment, letting out shrieks and giggles when you throw yourself on your bed.

he doesn’t leave until you’re closing the door behind you, a smile on his face as he walks back to gai’s apartment. he’s smiling widely and kicking a rock, a slight blush on his face as he replays the conversation the two of you had.

it’s not until he reaches the apartment and his eyes land on genma that his world is crumbling around him. he can’t like you, not when his friend had been pining after you for a month.

he tries his best to forget about you, he really does, but it seems fate had other plans when you quite literally run into him only two days later, his jacket hanging off your shoulders.

[jawneepie]

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𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒕 ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

⠀⠀⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪   ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 *  ˖ 𓏲࣪⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪   ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 *  ˖ 𓏲࣪

headcanons for the shawn girlies (me. I'm shawn girlies). apparently, through info from my friend, shawns actually admitted that he was shy to approach women alone. and that's cute af. so i put this new information to my lil headcanons for my pure self indulgence. bless

→ You met Shawn at work. Being in the wrestling business, it didn't take long for you two to cross paths. You were new to the wwf costume crew, stuck with sewing duty. While people backstage were bustling past each other, determined to make sure the show went off without a hitch, you were in a corner, sewing sequins to patterned fabric. You went unnoticed for the most part— just the way you like it.

→ It was one night when Shawn Michaels approached you with wrestlingt tights in hand, a large rip ran down the back of it. He asked if you could fix it for him and you did. Wrestlers would usually leave you to your work but Shawn wasn't one of them. He pulled one of many folded steel chair towards him, unfolded it, and sat beside you. You two hit it off, albeit slowly. Unlike his wrestling persona, Shawn was quiet with a certain shyness to his eyes. You were used to how he would preen like a peacock on TV and how he would showboat around thinking he was God's gift to women. It was jarring to have the heart break kid avoiding eye contact and giving small smiles. You two talked until you finished mending his tights.

→ Every once in a while, Shawn would walk up to you with rips on his chaps, missing sequins on his hat, and the occasional lopsided belt buckle. You could see his friend, Diesel, peeking out the corner of the hallway, shooting Shawn encouraging looks. You never failed to fix whatever Shawn gave you and he never failed to talk your ear off. It became a routine. He would go to you, talk, then leave. You liked it.

→ You finished mending his gear and he walked away with a spring to his step. You weren't an idiot and Shawn wasn't as slick as he thought he was. The rip on his tights wasn't from an accident, the seams were too clean for it to be. You suspected Shawn ruined his own gear with a pair of scissors to have an excuse to talk to you. And your suspicions were correct.

→ He soon approached you just to be with you, no sewing favors needed. Shawn would watch you while you worked like a child, piping up when need be ("Y'know, Hunter told me he liked glitter on his gear" "Really?" "Cross my heart, he told me")

→ It was after a house show in Utah when Shawn first asked you out. He was still tired from his match. With sweat-soaked hair and a busted lip, he invited you to dinner the moment he got backstage.

→ Shawn would share his gear ideas with you. They were outlandish. Zebra patterned chaps? Golden tights? Mirrors??? He was passionate about it and you found it oddly endearing. You try your best to sew whatever he was talking about. To test out his gear's durability, he does his little jig, jumping around. He purposely exaggerates his 'dancing' to make you laugh.

→ He often steals some of your jewelry to wear to the ring. Especially the dangling earrings you hardly ever wore. You ended up giving them to him anyway, it didn't seem like he was going to return them anytime soon.

→ When he doesn't have a match scheduled, you two would spend time together backstage in your little sewing corner. He tried to sew his own gear but it didn't come out like he wanted it to. He ends up cutting fabric for you instead. You two judge wrestler gear on the down low.

→ Shawn immediately looks for you after his matches, no matter how tired he is. He loves it when you praise him for his work. His eyes would light up and a stupid smile would spread on his lips. In return, he compliments your sewing skills, both your cheeks tinted pink

[slumberingcorpse]

Dagger To The Heart

The snow finally melted, the flowers start to bloom and the trees start to bear fruit. Spring is finally here and Geralt flew down the path making his way to Oxenfurt.

The town was filled to the brim with people. The noise, all the scents, everything was overwhelming to his heightened senses, and yet, he pushed through the crowds gripping a leather-wrapped bag close to his chest.

Finally, after months apart, Geralt hears Jaskier’s voice spilling out of a nearby pub. Without missing another moment, he makes his way into the bar.

As expected, Jaskier had the crowd in awe as he pranced around the room with his hair and hips bouncing with every step he took.

He was as beautiful as an elf and as graceful as a peacock. Even Geralt couldn’t help but fall for his charms.

Watching his lark play, Geralt only gripped his precious bag tighter.

After a few more songs, Jaskier ends his set causing the room to erupt in cheers and claps before tossing coins into his hat.

Geralt sits down silently and watches trying to ignore how his heart pounds against his ribcage. He missed Jaskier more than anything.

Jaskier cheerfully greeted his fans. Paying attention to the pretty lads' and ladies' praises while acting like he was paying attention to the ones he deems unattractive.

Once feeling his hat becoming heavy with coin, he bows his head dramatically and excuses himself from the crowd only to make his way toward the dark corner table of the tavern.

Unmistakable golden cat eyes greet him as he sits down, “I was wondering when my biggest fan was going to get here.” Jaskier teases.

Geralt chuckles, “I’m glad to see you’re well. Lambert was sure you would’ve been killed without me saving your ass all the time.”

Jaskier dramatically gasps, “Me? Needing saving? Never!”

Geralt rolls his eyes and smiles. For a small moment, they both silently fall into a comfortable silence talking not with their mouths but with their eyes.

Jaskier cut his hair, his doublet was new and so were his boots. He was as handsome as ever with the scent of dandelions and lavender surrounding him. It took everything for Geralt not to bury his face in the other man’s neck.

“So,” Jaskier finally speaks up, “What’s in the bag?” he asks curiously glancing down at the leather held tightly against the witcher’s chest.

Geralt’s cheeks flush as he carefully slides the bag over to the bard, “It’s for you...”

“A gift!? For me!?” Jaskier squeals with joy. Geralt has never given him a gift before let alone one from Kear Morhen.

Geralt shyly nods and watched intensely as Jaskier opens the present.

It was a dagger. With a golden handle carefully designed to look like a dandelion and a silver blade with an engraving stating something in elder speech.

“Oh...” Jaskier mutters causing Geralt’s smile to drop, “You don’t like it...”

“No! I mean, yes! I mean, it’s very pretty but umm...I can’t say I’ll get much use of it. I'm a lover, not a fighter,” Jaskier tries to explain surprised when he notices the hurt expression on Geralt’s face.

“Y-yeah...I guess you’re right...” the witcher mutters softly before quickly taking the blade back.

“You don’t have to do that! I mean it looks cool!” Jaskier says.

“No...it’s alright...it was stupid...” Geralt says turning away before quickly getting up, “It’s getting late, you should go rest...I’ll...I’ll see you tomorrow...” he mutters before quickly leaving the pub.

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It’s been weeks and the blade was never brought up again. Even more so, Geralt has gotten beyond distant. Jasiker was used to the witcher being quiet with only a few grunts reminding him that he wasn’t alone but ever since the tavern, Geralt has been silent.

That wasn’t the only change either. Usually, Geralt didn’t mind sharing a bedroll or a bed for that matter, and yet now it’s like he couldn’t stand being anywhere close to the bard. It annoyed him to no end and he had about enough when they make it to an inn two towns over.

“What are you doing!? We hardly have enough coins to afford one room! Why do you insist on having two!?” Jaskier huffs.

Geralt sighs as his shoulders fall, “Thought you would want a separate room, that’s all...”

“Oh, so you can talk! After all this time I was sure you had suddenly become mute! What is wrong with you!?” Jaskier shouts not caring about the commotion he was causing in public.

Geralt turns away silently and it only made Jaskier’s blood boil. It was times like these he wishes he could read minds like Yennefer. It was frustrating trying to figure out what was going on in that witcher brain of his.

After a few moments, Geralt finally opens his mouth to say something only to be interrupted by someone calling his name.

Lo and behold, it was no other than another witcher who quickly walks over, “Funny meeting the two of you here. Here for the contract?” he asks cheerfully.

“Eskel,” Geralt greets giving the taller witcher a tight hug before pulling away.

For a second, worry flashed through Eskel’s scarred features but he was quickly distracted by the presence of the younger man standing beside his brother.

“I’m guessing you’re Jaskier. Geralt has told me all about you. I was wondering when I would be able to meet you myself.” he smiles shaking Jaskier’s hand.

“He talks about me?” Jasper asks surprised as he shakes the witcher’s hand.

Eskel chuckles, “Of course! You’re all he talks about in Kear Morhen.” he says before glancing at the bard confused, “Where’s the dagger?” he asks before glancing over to his brother who simply turns away in shame.

“Oh...that thing...umm...I think Geralt still has it,” Jaskier says only gaining a frown from the brown-haired witcher, “Oh...” is all he says before quickly changing the subject to lunch.

If there was one thing that Jaskier hated is being left out of something. What does the stupid dagger have to do with anything?

With the help of Eskel, the three ended up being able to afford two rooms. To Jaskier’s annoyance, Geralt and Eskel were going to share one room while Jaskier had a room all on his own.

Night fell and Jaskier tried to sleep but all he could do is toss and turn trying to figure out what was so important about that dagger but nothing came to mind. He didn’t hate the gift. In fact, he found the design beautiful, but it still didn’t change the fact that he didn’t know how to use a blade. In his hands, such a thing would rust in his hands. Geralt knew that so why give him a blade? Why was it so important?

Frustrated, the bard jumps out of bed and makes his way toward the witcher’s room. He’s done trying to play guessing games. One of those brutes has to tell him what’s going on or else.

He was ready to burst into the room before hearing muffled sniffling from the other side. Confused, and worried, Jaskier presses his ear against the wooden door.

“I...it was stupid...I should’ve known...” Jaskier hears Geralt whimper.

“It’s not your fault, Wolf. Love is complicated-”

“But it isn’t! Not for me! It was so easy to fall for him...just as it was easy to fall for Yen...and just like Yen...I’m not enough...I’m too much of a freak to him. Just an unloveable monster...” Geralt chokes out trying his best to hold back a sob.

“It’ll be okay Wolf...I promise you, they’ll be a day someone would jump for joy when you hand them a courting blade.” Eskel tries to comfort.

“No...never again...I poured everything into that dagger...I wanted to show Jaskier how badly I...I love him...I will rather be torn apart by drowners than see that look of disgust again...” Geralt sniffles.

Jaskier’s eyes widen in horror. A courting blade? Geralt made him a courting blade and he rejected it!

Jaskier could kick himself for being so stupid! No wonder his poor witcher was so dejected and distant. He just had his heart broken!

Quickly his shame turned into pure joy. Geralt made him a courting blade. He loves him!

After all these years of fantasizing about being with the witcher, never in his wildest dreams did he ever think Geralt would ever feel the same for him. Let alone try to court him.

He had to fix this by any means.

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The next morning, Geralt and Eskel settled down at a table at the inn. Eskel carefully ate his roasted chicken while Geralt simply poked his with his fork.

“Well, well, you boys are up and early,” Jaskier greets striding over wearing his favorite outfit as he settled down next to Geralt.

Geralt couldn’t help but look over the bard in his outfit before quickly turning away and scooting toward the far end of the table.

Eskel frowns at his brother but still smiles at Jaskier, “You seem happy this morning. Is there a special event you’re going to?”

“You can say that,” Jaskier smiles before turning over to Geralt, “Geralt, where did you put the dagger?” he asks softly.

The white-haired witcher glances at him hurt and confused, “Why? You don’t like it...you don’t want it.”

“Well, what if I changed my mind? Ever since that night, I can’t help but think about how pretty it was and besides, I think it’ll look good with my outfit,” Jaskier hums scooting closer toward his confused witcher.

Unsure how to respond, Geralt glances over at his brother who simply shrugs and smiles. With that, Geralt sighs and gets up.

A few minutes pass before the white wolf timidly walks back holding the dagger.

Smiling happily, Jaskier takes the blade into his hands. Even now he couldn’t believe it. Geralt made it just for him. It was his heart forged into a blade. Jaskier promises himself to treasure it for the rest of his life.

“You don’t have-” Geralt starts only to be interrupted by his bard smashing his lips against his.

For a second, Geralt’s mind goes blank. He must be dreaming, but then again, Jaskier’s lips were so soft, and his mouth tasted as sweet as honey.

Without another moment of hesitation, he kisses back tightly pulling Jaskier’s body close to his chest, whimpering when he feels his bard pull away.

“It’s perfect, Geralt. You’re perfect,” Jaskier hums pecking his witcher’s cheek.

“Then why did you reject Is it the first time?” Geralt questions confused by how quickly he changed his mind.

“I wouldn’t have if you would’ve told me that you were trying to court me. Normal people don’t usually give their crushes knives to show their love, “ Jaskier huffs causing Geralt to flush in embarrassment, “Sorry...”

“Don’t be dear heart. I think it’s adorable.” Jaskier teases before leaning in to get another kiss only to be rudely interrupted by Eskel clearing his throat, “I’m happy for you two. I really am but, mind getting a room? I’m trying to eat.”

[ouroboros-hideout]

Don't think you've got away from me with just 4 questions for Aon ;) 20, 25, 33 + 12 (this one for both canon!Aon & corpo!Aon)

Omfg you putting me up for some challenges here. Pls excuse if the answers for Corpo Aon are not as 'developed' as the ones for the main HC. But I will try my best for you!

20 - When they are sad or upset do they need company or some time alone

Canon Aon: In her teenage years she always reached out to the the people she considered as a confidant/friend or partner when she felt sad. It really helped her to hear encouraging words or just getting a hug. When she had to leave Moscow she lost a lot of trust and rather sticked to herself and hid this emotion behind other emotions like a security mechanism, so she doesn't had to reveal she felt sad. For example laughing over bad situations. She never really learned to reach out to someone again but good for her she found ppl who can look behind that mask (especially Anna and Kurt) and therefore can give her all the things she actually needs but would never ask for.

She can deal a lot 'better' with beeing upset even when she had to learn to calm her anger over such situations. It often just helps to talk openly about the things that annoy her, but if she gets to hot headed she rather be for herself to calm down to not say or do smth she would regret later

Corpo Aon: She's way more openly with those feelings and in general a more chill person. But that's because she has become 'emotionally numb' over the years with SovOil and sees a lot of think more rationally. But later when she's with Colonel Peacock a lot of the thick ice that she build up around her will melt and she will learn to become a person instead of a corpo robot.

25 - Do they have fears and phobias, and if they do, do they usally keep it to themselves or talk about it openly

Canon Aon: I think she developed a slight Agoraphobie especially in relation to large gatherings of people and large squares in cities. She has been followed by agents of the Secret Police for years and felt really insecure when she couldn't tell who are all the people around her. Getting paranoid and all that. She tries to hide that ofc or when Kurt wants to take her to the city she tries to find stupid excuses not to go. But at some point he even helped her to overcome that phobia.

And about fears there are two things. One as I mentioned in another question is that she doesn't want to dissapoint her loved ones. So probably a fear of failure. And the second is the fear to suffocate. Step(dick)dad put that trauma on her (I need to finish my writing *cries*). So everytime she gets in situations where she's really really low on air she can start to panic. Or if someone touches her by the throat (Kurt had to learn that at some point but turned it to smth good by showing gentleness. He can really be a good guy sometimes). And maybe quit smoking at some point, Aon. Could help. Just a hint lmao.

So all in all she tries to hide her emotions here too but sooner or later it will come to light or she has to adress it to not feel even more uncomfortable with it.

Corpo Aon: Can't really think of a phobias she might have but she actually fears to be alone and later in addition to lose things/ppl that are important to her. She was a huge loner in her SovOil time and therefore is a lot clingier than canon Aon. You therefore could imagine smth like midnight storm (since she already had big feels for Kurt there) and seeing him almost die, was a insane emotional rollercoaster.

And here she would be more open about those fears aswell.

33 - What are one of their fondest and most treasured memories

Good it is just ONE of the fondest. I am so bad at ranking stuff.

Canon Aon: I have a scene in mind, short after Midnight Storm when Kurt is at his lowest point ever he would visit Aon in Russia since he wants/needs her expertise to build up his black market (circus) empire. Aon would introduce him to some of her suppliers. I think it would be epic if she would work togehter with something like 'ice pirates'. I don't have a better name for it. Illegal smuggle ppl with a badass ice breaker ship. They would visit them in their 'pirate bay' far up in the north.

So Kurt is still really down, emotionally, physically, a mess in general. They would stay in a house/cabin at the pirates bay and Aon would ask him to come outside during the night to show him the northern lights. I like to imagine Mr. Worldwide has never seen them in reallife and would actually be wowed. And if there is something Aon really enjoys it's making the peacock speachless. So it was a small, kind of magic moment that helped to cheer him up. And around that time they started to become closer. It all still took some time to develope since they didn't saw each other regulary but let's say it was one of many moments that sparked something for them.

Corpo Aon: There are not much fond situations before she goes to America so one of the greatest memories she probably has was when she and Kurt opened up the Black Market in Dogtown and her businesses started to flourish. Like a new beginning for them - togehter. Leaving all past things behind.

12 - How high is their self-esteem

Canon Aon: When it comes to work her self-esteem is really high. She often even turns into a annoying know-it-all.

In other areas, she first had to learn her self-worth. Her parents, especially her stepfather, treated her like trash and she felt that way for many years. As unwanted, outcast and a mistake. Only when she was with the Nomads and found many people there who appreciated her, her personality etc. and later also met Kurt who accepted her with all her strengths and flaws as she is, it gave her a boost and she also became more confident here.

Corpo Aon: For the most part, she only defines herself through her work, so she has a stronger sense of self-worth. She also never had to go through the teenage traumas like Canon Aon. Well, she did go to war, but these experiences also helped her to grow.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

I have a stupid story for you.

So my partner keeps chickens and I have a cat so when we moved in together had to work out the whole 'unlikely roommate situation' with the natural fear being that the cat would harass the chickens (she's primarily a house cat but does go out in the yard sometimes)

Anyway we needn't have worried. One of the chickens worked out that if she hides in the shrubs around the door and waits for cat to venture out, she can leap out in dramatic squawking fashion and scare the absolute shit out of the cat.

Cat now has a very healthy fear and respect for all the chickens and will in fact try to get me to come outside with her if she wants to go to keep her safe from the 'scary chickens'.

SULLY

I have been thinking about these mafia chickens nonstop for like ten days but haven’t been able to answer bc ✨life✨ and it’s seasons and whatnot but I have read this like three times omg it’s so silly and funny and cute and I have so many questions??? (Mostly Stupid Pointless ones like What kind of cat? What kind of chickens? Do they know I would commit war crimes for them?)

(Omg side note I just remembered this bc if this ask: we had a chicken when I was a child but she wouldn’t lay eggs so my grandma bought a rooster so she would start laying. Good news: it worked! Bad news: he was the MEANEST motherfucker on the planet. He attacked me unprovoked when I was like 7 (I KNOW it was premeditated bc he waited until I was out there alone) and I have a scar on my knee from where he fucked me up with his Bitchass beak. Flash forward to a few weeks ago, my friends and I surprise my best friend to a therapy farm where we have a great time cuddling with goats and cows and pigs and as we’re leaving there’s a chicken coop! The people say we can go in, they’re friendly, and I jokingly tell my friends “we should go in so I can face my fears bc a rooster attacked me when I was a kid” and I’m actually being so chill and brave about it and feeding some chickens when a fucking peacock comes up and starts stalking me??? Anyway he fucking shanked me with his talons and I started bleeding and I was like ??? I don’t have a fear of birds but should I???)

ANYWAY. that got away from me lmao. THANK YOU FOR SHARING!! I love your cat and chickens and I hope they are kind and sweet and not mean roosters

[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2022 Day 3 - Paper-thin

Nie Mingjue dreads going to dinner with Jiang Cheng to his sisters. Jiang Yanli is a perfectly likeable person, but dinner at her place means Wei Wuxian is going to be there as well and as soon as that constellation comes together, Jiang Yanli forgets that Jiang Cheng is her brother as well.

Not to mention all the stupid shit Wei Wuxian spouts all day long.

So no, Nie Mingjue is not a big fan of meeting those two, but Jiang Cheng likes going to sibling dinner—for whatever reason—and so Nie Mingjue will happily trail along with him.

Because he loves spending time with Jiang Cheng and there’s never too much of that, no matter the circumstances.

“Thank you for always accompanying me,” Jiang Cheng says on the car drive there and Nie Mingjue reaches over to take his hand.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” he wants to know but when Jiang Cheng levels him with a look, Nie Mingjue grins sheepishly at him.

Of course Jiang Cheng would notice his feelings about siblings dinner.

“Okay, point taken,” Nie Mingjue sighs.

“And that’s why I’m saying thank you,” Jiang Cheng says and raises their hands to press a kiss to the back of Nie Mingjue’s. “I know you kind of hate it, but you come with me every time anyway, and I can’t be thankful enough for it.”

“It’s siblings dinner. I should be honoured to even be invited.”

“What the hell, Mingjue. You’re my soul, of course you’re invited. As if I’m going there without you.”

Nie Mingjue wants to argue about that, because of course Jiang Cheng would still go to see his siblings even without Nie Mingjue but he understands what Jiang Cheng means.

Sometimes it’s hard for Jiang Cheng as well, especially if Wei Wuxian is in one of his moods. Jiang Cheng never learned how to handle those and Nie Mingjue has proven himself to be a good buffer between them.

“As if I would let you go in there alone, anyway,” Nie Mingjue gives back with a smile and they spend the rest of the drive in silence.

A silence with Jiang Cheng has never been uncomfortable and Nie Mingjue is beyond grateful for that.

Nothing is ever as easy as spending time with his heart.

“Here we go,” Jiang Cheng whispers when Nie Mingjue brings the car to a stop in front of Jiang Yanli’s house and gets out of the car, Nie Mingjue following close behind him.

Jiang Cheng uses the key his sister gave him a while back but he hesitates when he hears Wei Wuxian all the way through the house from the backyard.

“Sounds like he’s having fun,” Nie Mingjue mildly says, putting a reassuring hand to Jiang Cheng’s lower back. “You wanna see what he’s up to?”

“Not particularly,” Jiang Cheng sighs out but he does make his way to the backyard.

“Chengcheng!” Wei Wuxian yells out when Jiang Cheng steps out of the house. “You’re finally here.”

Nie Mingjue does wonder how Wei Wuxian has arrived before them because he’s not known to be someone who arrives on time. Ever.

“You’re here early,” Jiang Cheng remarks as well and Wei Wuxian immediately pouts.

“What is that supposed to mean? I’m always on time!”

Jiang Cheng’s only answer to that is to snort out a laugh because Wei Wuxian has never been on time before.

“Where’s a-jie?” Jiang Cheng asks instead of encouraging this topic any further and Nie Mingjue looks around as well.

Neither Jiang Yanli nor Jin Zixuan seem to be at home.

“The peacock’s father wanted something so they all had to leave. Shijie said we should make ourselves at home and start with dinner if they are not back in half an hour.”

“I see,” Jiang Cheng mutters and shares a gaze with Nie Mingjue, who can only shrug. 

He hasn’t heard anything from Nie Huaisang so this must be a family matter. If it were business related Nie Huaisang would have heard about it beforehand.

“Did you check what’s for dinner?” Jiang Cheng asks but he loses Wei Wuxian’s attention when Lan Wangji steps up behind him.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian yells out and immediately throws his hands around Lan Wangji’s neck, shamelessly snuggling in and it’s not long before they lose themselves to their heated kiss.

It’s kind of nauseating to watch.

“Ugh,” Jiang Cheng also says and turns away from them. “Would it kill you to keep the PDA to a minimum for one evening?” he demands to know and Wei Wuxian flips him the bird without taking his tongue out of Lan Wangji’s mouth.

Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes at that and steps closer to Nie Mingjue as if he can protect him from the sight. If Nie Mingjue could do that, he would and gladly so, because he’s also not a big fan of seeing them make-out right in front of them.

“It would actually,” Wei Wuxian says once he finally parts from Lan Wangji.

“How can you have such a thick face?” Jiang Cheng wants to know but Nie Mingjue knows the answer. 

Wei Wuxian is simply completely shameless and on top of that lacks the ability to understand social cues. Nie Mingjue really is not at all surprised that Wei Wuxian doesn’t realize his behaviour is upsetting people but he would have thought Lan Wangji would speak up eventually and not simply go along with Wei Wuxian’s every whim.

“How can yours be so paper-thin?” Wei Wuxian shoots back and Nie Mingjue immediately narrows his eyes at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Jiang Cheng asks but Nie Mingjue already doesn’t like where this is going to go.

“I mean that you could stand to be a bit more affectionate with Mingjue-ge over here otherwise he’ll think you don’t care about him at all.”

Jiang Cheng can only stare at Wei Wuxian, his mouth widely open and Nie Mingjue steps closer, to let him know that he’s there, that he has support.

“I know how much Wanyin cares about me, I don’t need his tongue in my mouth for that,” Nie Mingjue mildly says and then smiles slightly at Lan Wangji when he narrows his eyes at him.

He saw Lan Wangji in diapers. He can’t scare Nie Mingjue.

“Ah, but come on Mingjue-ge, you can admit to it,” Wei Wuxian needles him as he slides up next to Nie Mingjue. “You’d love to take Jiang Cheng and simply kiss him stupid, right?” His eyebrows waggle in a way that shouldn’t be possible and Nie Mingjue is more weirded out than anything.

He still feels Jiang Cheng tense at his side.

“But Wanyin wouldn’t want that,” Nie Mingjue gives back, a slight furrow in his brow now and that only gets more pronounced when Wei Wuxian doesn’t seem to get his point at all.

“So? I bet he’ll be okay with it once you get started.”

That makes Nie Mingjue freeze.

“Excuse me?”

Jiang Cheng is crossing his arms in front of his chest in a way that lets Nie Mingjue know that he’s deeply uncomfortable with this topic, but Nie Mingjue can’t let it go now.

“What the hell, Wei Wuxian?”

“Oh, come on, you wouldn’t be forcing him, if that’s what you’re thinking right now. You are in a relationship, right? Affectionate gestures are to be expected there.”

Wei Wuxian says it with a small nod as if it’s the most normal thing in the world and Nie Mingjue can only stare in horror at him.

“It would be forcing him, though,” he finally gets out. “And I would never do that to him. He doesn’t like PDA, so we don’t do it. It’s not actually that hard.”

“But how can you be sure that he really loves you if he doesn’t even want you to kiss him?” Wei Wuxian asks and Jiang Cheng flinches at Nie Mingjue’s side.

“I have to–” Jiang Cheng points at the house and takes off without waiting for anyone to reply.

Nie Mingjue stares after him until he vanishes in the house and then he turns his glare towards Wei Wuxian.

“I know Wanyin loves me because he tells me so. The amount of time his tongue spends in my mouth has absolutely no bearing on that fact and I don’t appreciate you implying something like this. I’m sorry if you can only believe that Wangji loves you when you’re sucking face but not all of us are like that. I would even believe him if he never touched me again but still insisted he loves me. Because I trust him and I would never–and I truly mean never–force him to do something he doesn’t want, since that would be non-consensual and our relationship is not like that. Now, if you would excuse me, I think Wanyin and I are going to find dinner somewhere else.”

Nie Mingjue turns around on his heels and walks off before Wei Wuxian can find his voice.

Just like he expected he finds Jiang Cheng at the front door, his shoes already put on and clearly only waiting for him.

“I’m coming, my heart,” Nie Mingjue promises and briefly touches their hands together before he hurries to get himself dressed again.

They are out of the house in under five minutes but it isn’t before they are in the car that Jiang Cheng speaks.

“Is he right?” Jiang Cheng whispers and Nie Mingjue immediately reaches for his hand.

“No, he’s not.”

“You don’t even know what I mean,” Jiang Cheng huffs out but there’s already the beginning of a smile on his face and Nie Mingjue counts it as a win.

“Doesn’t matter, Wei Wuxian is never right, and especially not when it comes to you or our relationship.”

“So you don’t mind that we don’t do–that in public?”

“I’m sorry to inform you but you’re not the only one against that level of PDA. Sure, I wouldn’t mind a kiss here and there, but that? Hell no. I wouldn’t want to do that either.”

“And the fact that you don’t even get a kiss from me when we’re out?”

“Is perfectly alright, my heart,” Nie Mingjue reassures him. “I know you love me, those actions don’t have any bearing on that and I know how uncomfortable it makes you. I would rather never get a kiss from you again than make you uncomfortable in any way.”

Jiang Cheng slowly lets out a breath.

“I love you,” he then says and turns towards Nie Mingjue with a smile.

“See, that is better than any kiss anyway,” Nie Mingjue says, the same big smile on his face. “And I love you, too. Now let’s get something to eat, alright?”

“Please,” Jiang Cheng agrees and squeezes Nie Mingjue’s hand.

And really, that is everything Nie Mingjue needs.

Link to my kofi  

[sparatus]

for the choose violence ask game: 10, 12, 17, 22 and 23 please!!

choose violence asks

yesss YESSSSS

10. worst part of fanon

answered here

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

okay listen this place is sparatus and desolas propaganda central so let's do somebody else. have i explained why we should all be fucking nicer to my dad han'gerrel vas neema recently

like nothing pisses me off more than how people talk about gerrel because it always comes down to that stupid dreadnought and the ren interrupt to punch him in the gut (WHICH SHOULD GET YOU FUCKING SHOT BTW) but like. there's more to his character than that?? the gerrel we meet in me3 is RADICALLY different from the one we talk to in me2 and everyone just kinda seems to forget that cause they're too busy peacocking about how cool they are for telling the admiralty board to leave tali alone and punching a superior officer in the stomach

in me2 he's actually the admiral who's SYMPATHETIC and doesn't want to exile tali, he likes her, she's one of his own (they're both neema crew!! he's her commanding officer!!), and she's the daughter of his best fucking friend, you and tali can get him to talk about his pilgrimage with rael and what the two of them were like as dumb impulsive teenagers and it actually seems to help him cheer up a bit. he's soft-voiced and just seems really sad in 2, probably because, y'know, his best friend since before pilgrimage is presumed dead. yeah he and rael went to different ships but it's likely a career thing, and obviously they've stayed close if rael's daughter who he didn't spend much time with knows they're besties. he was probably visiting the rayya frequently to come say hi to his best friend. tali should have referred to him as uncle gerrel just like raan is auntie raan and he should have recused himself from the trial i'll die on this hill

and yes i can absolutely defend his actions in me3 i'll fight tooth and nail about it but i've already written those essays before, and i'll posit: his best friend died researching geth and trying to find a way to retake the homeworld. now they're fighting geth for the survival of their race. deep-rooted emotional tie and investment in winning the battle for his best friend who didn't get to see the day come anybody. me3 starts 6 months after the arrival dlc he hasn't had a lot of time to adjust to his best friend being dead i know i'm reading way more into it than bioware did but listen. i'm right.

also i have him as gay and married to an oc aerazl'xala and also he's raan's son but headcanon isn't relevant in discussions of canon reasons we should appreciate a character

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

any character that's not normandy crew yes i know i, Professional Niche Character Propagandist, am biased but like there's a whole universe outside the normandy guys. also fic that actually explores the consequences of shepard's actions instead of just rolling with the power fantasy

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

hmmm is it too obvious to say the comics?? cause it's the comics. and not just evolution either, tho obv the captain of the desabrudas raft has an inherent bias, redemption is also a personal favorite outing, tazzik is actually one of my favorite niche characters who gets no attention. giant bastard

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

i mean obviously AviTis you bastard. but also honestly aria/tevos for the sheer political juiciness of it, no romance just manipulation and ambition and maybe some old bad feelings

[anoms-world]

cure plastic friday city pan

1x 20 the break 3tt lossof control 10 defence 2tt 3x 1tt 2x 30

when they luagh on the game? usually when i seperate myself from everything its like as if they want my attecen to be creative to be out as they become mad at me later for the things that already in my mind espicially the things that dosnt change with creativity unless if i can change them completly without the sights or with something else only on the play what happened when i resist while being optimistic? she came to stop me and fill me when eternal fear to freaze and panick but why?… what happened when i resist while being pesmmetic? she left but i became so numb i dont enjoy things and so unlucky in what ever i do things broke around me all the time so messed up when she angry directed at me? when i sererating myself suddenly from everything yet not emotionalyy with mental confinian. things doesnt really really heal at this point when its up to her… when i fear? when am completly alone without defence or words or emotion or single thought tho i know that what they want usually and what also i want to be no matter what i do or try to manifist am still small and easy to break like im used to be whan i was small to even hold the grib of manifistng wighout to mentioning the background running without me secretivly even if i tried to resisst

stteampunk plague doctor mask googles rakuen paradise subgenres mecha anime cyberpunk city synthwave lo-fi thrash metal thrash metal hardcore punk mix symphonic power neoclassical metal fav game ys i & 2 fv anime cowboy bebop

ill just go with flow to break the nothingness that i feel these days i just forget myself. my balance. short temper balance with blank screen mind yea you can imagine the spirit becoming older missing the treats and the sense of being even if it was unstable

viva california

elenore im just thinkingg about the nice ppl i gosted in the past and i feel insane cause there was nothing else to do my mind screen go off and blank to be any more creative about

spirit nedds seem more important to me these days but how when the spirit is a kid and they still use the easy way with force and control

i cant feel anything at all my last spirit chance is damaged to feel any save or to be comfortable so the past nostelgia coming back to refeed forcebly i have been low for too long and the outer world insist to break my chances so i can not give anymore even to just myself, the more things change the more it stay the same. even if you were in the same place or the same trap or on the edge no one care to change

the attacked me today not much blood sure as hell i wasnt afraid i said the stupid things they ususually say i didnt anything wrong and im confidant who they think are oh beside they rised their game saying dirty stuff dishonered my actions saing im doing that on poruse and im egolistical thinking myself always right lmao so childlsh they stab me the shell and they accepted me to not make a sound or ever wine every while…. its like they saing ppl in the shell arent allowed to scream when someone attack them espiacially when its peacock with authity and power attack from lion and acrow who love to collect all kind of jewery, they full of ego self love stupprenes force and threats to be throwed in the street lol ignoring everything else about your truth thro bettering them self as if they were the angel and im the devil in their fantasyies to be looking good in the harm and the attacks they do an attmp to get you out from comfort zone,,,yea not much blood tho my soul hurt and my personal confinians for the personal attacks and black treasure for lies mixed with past event to show only the worse then they added justifing them self saing we don hate you lmao what new using my words and exposing their ugly mindset to me, this kind of love that ill be happy to leave with what ever left of pride and wasted honor i tell them over and over again i cant keep up with you they just just ignore or play dumb then she said dont surprised to be attacked you earned your place.. lmao as if i can do anything else to be more creative and sly in my words or place ,,why they never leave you alone even when im already alone im defently not afraid of death at least its honest it taking you part by part this year was tasefull of death tho its slow and keep me comany in many forms ulike the living ones who love their lives travling everywhere more than death it self,, cant deny im afraid sometimes yet how can you afraid of what keep you company,, i told her you dont want me to choose my friends then why you dont talk to me when i need to talk insteesd of consider it a personal attack like you do usually nah she cant and cant resist the need for express freely without judgment to anyone or sink it in the sea of colors with the others before..

[bowandcurtsey]

If you don't mind, can I request a scenario/HC of BC boys (Yami, Nozel and Fuegoleon) where some people ask if reader and them are in a relationship but they intentionally lied out of jealousy (it's up to you if who they're jealous of😅). Then felt guilty afterwards. I'll also leave it to you on how they're going to make amends😅😌💕. Thank you so much in advance 😻💖🤗.

Hi Akira! I'm finally here with your request! sorry for the long ass wait, my schedule has been so hectic, *cries*

Yami | Nozel | Fuegoleon x f! reader

Tw: not proof read. Maybe angst?

Yami Sukehiro

You arrived at the town hall, tired and injured, only to see Charlotte collapse onto your man. Yami lifted her in his arms to find a healer while you stood there, green with jealousy.

"Oi y/n right?" you turned around to see the tall mantis captain, "you're injured. You should get a healer to heal you."

You winced a little at the pain in your legs, but it was still tolerable.

"It's okay, I'm fine Captain Jack."

You were hoisted like you weighed nothing as Jack carried you to find a healer at the first aid tent that was temporarily set up. You saw Yami and Charlotte there as well.

Yami rushed over the moment he saw you.

"you okay?" there was concerned laced in his voice.

"It's fine Captains" referring to the both of them, "don't have to worry over me alright? There are others that need the help more than I do." you snapped.

"Sheeshhhh, y/n." Jack raised his eyebrow at you, "why you so worked up when we're just concerned bout you? You're worried your boyfriend gonna be jealous or sumthin'?"

"I'm single." you looked at Jack straight in the eye. And you saw the look of disappointment in Yami's face.

Yami pursed his lips as his gaze washed upon you, a concoction of worry and sadness. You heart ached as you read his expression and you immediately felt the guilt from your words earlier.

After you were healed, you felt exhausted and decided to just return back to the base.

"Heading home?" you turned around to see Yami. He gave you a tiny smile, "Let's go."

"So.." Yami cleared his throat before speaking, "you don't want people to know of our relationship?"

You remained silent for a moment, thinking what an idiot you were earlier.

"baby?" he looked at you, "there's no one here now, so I can call you that right? It's fine if you don't want us to be public, I get-"

"No Yami." you cut him off, "I'm sorry. I was stupid earlier, I was just jealous."

"Jealous about what baby?" he raised a brow at you.

"I've never-" he stopped himself mid sentence, realising what was going on, "oh.."

"Yeah. I saw you carrying another woman in your arms and I didn't like that very much." you avoided his gaze, feeling ashamed of yourself.

"I'm sorry baby," he gently put his huge hands over your head, gently patting you, "I'll never touch another woman like that unless it's an emergency."

"Is that why you let that bean pole carry you? I didn't like that too." he narrowed his eyes at you.

"I didn't! He just carried me randomly- eek!" You squealed as Yami scooped you up in his arms.

"Now this is much better," he smiled, "you in my arms"

Nozel Silva

You were at a gala for an annual event. You were suddenly approached by Fuegoleon. You both started chit chatting about unimportant things.

Nozel showed up and you gave him the cold shoulder. Nozel has been going to the coral peacocks lately to meet Dorothy to talk about "stuffs" and it made you jealous to no ends. He said he would talk to you about it, but he was just so busy, and it kept you on edge.

"Anyway y/n, who are you here with? Did you come alone without a date?" Fuego asked.

"oh.." you decided to get back a little at your man, "yeah, I don't have a date or anything, so yeah I guess I'm alone?"

You saw Nozel's face instantly soured.

Fuegoleon glanced at Nozel. He knew that Nozel has a liking towards you but he didn't know that you were both already dating. He thought that he would give his bro an opportunity to talk to you, so he excused himself.

You were confused as Fuegoleon made some lousy excuse to leave you alone with Nozel. Did he know that you and Nozel were dating?

"You don't have a date, huh? Why not just tell Fuegoleon that you're single and that you want to date him or something?" Nozel was obviously extremely upset at what you said earlier.

"Maybe I should?" you were not caving in to him this round, "my 'date' obviously has someone else in mind too?"

Nozel's eyes widened at you, "what are you implying y/n? Who has been spouting nonsense to you?"

"you're always with Dorothy aren't you? Do you think I'm dumb? You have so many 'captainly duties' with her?" you argued in a hushed tone, not wanting anyone to know you were arguing.

Nozel blinked at you. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"y/n," he took a deep breath, "can we find somewhere else to talk?"

"fine." you followed him, your heart racing in your chest, thinking that Nozel was finally going to break up with you.

You both took a seat on a bench in the outside garden.

"y/n.. I'm sorry." Nozel looked at you, his eyes filled with remorse, "I've neglected you."

You could only stare at him silently waiting for him to continue.

"I've been going to Dorothy for 'therapy'... When my mom died, I was there and things were a little... complicated." He talked slowly, thinking about the right words to say, "however, when I'm in dorothy's dream world, I can talk about the matter freely."

Oh. The regret you felt in your heart came all of a sudden, as you realised how much you have hurt him earlier.

"Zel, I'm sorry.. why didn't you explain sooner...?" your eyes were clouded with tears now, "I was so miserable!"

Nozel pulled you into a hug, the first display of affection he showed towards to you in public, "which is why I'm sorry. I want to bring you into dream world so I can talk to you about this."

---

After you came out from dream world, you both headed home on Nozel's mercury eagle. You turned around and embraced your man.

"I'm so sorry, love." you pressed a kiss to his cheeks.

Nozel was caught off guard at your sudden display of affections and he fumbled on what to say.

"Just remember.. Don't talk about this matter.." he said with a blush.

He cleared his throat, "I also hope that you don't tell anyone that you don't have a date from now onwards..."

Fuegoleon Vermillion

Fuegoleon is a gentleman through and through. But sometimes, it was really frustrating because he was nice to everyone. At times, too nice.

A lost woman came stumbling into the Vermillion residence, saying that she just migrated to the Clover kingdom, and was from the heart kingdom. Fuegoleon, out of goodwill, decided to offer her a meal and invited her in. They chatted happily before Fue sent her to where she intended to go.

You were furious. Even salamander could feel your raging aura.

During a celebratory party from the invasion of the spade kingdom, Finral from the black bulls waddled up to you.

"Hey pretty y/n," he was probably a little drunk, "are you in a relationship? How about going on a date with me?"

You wanted to politely refuse, just like you did to all your other suitors ever since you were in a relationship with Fue, when you happened to see from the corner of your eyes that Fue coming towards the both of you.

"Oh no, I'm not in a relationship, must be a gossip that is not true."

Fuego froze in his tracks.

"oh hi Captain Vermillion!" Finral greeted your boyfriend but there was a solemn expression on his face.

"Hi Finral, I think your captain is looking for you."

After Finral was gone, Fue grabbed your hand firmly but gently. "Why did you say that darling?"

His eyes were filled with dejection and hurt.

You thought about him talking cheerily to a stranger woman over breakfast the other day and got upset again. You freed your hands from his grip.

"Am I not wrong? Am I your girlfriend?"

"w-.." Fue was confused and in despair, " have I not made myself clear enough? Or do you not feel loved enough? Did I do something wrong, love?"

His sincere purple orbs made you feel bad. You kept silent and avoided his gaze.

"Please, talk to me..." Fue held onto your hand again, like a lost puppy.

"T-the other day.. You invited a random woman into your place, you even had a meal and accompanied her.." You lowered your head, filling your tears about to spill.

Fue tugged at your hand, signalling for you to follow him as he lead you to the balcony outside the room. He pulled you into his embrace.

"I'm very sorry. I didn't know you felt this way about that." His grip around you tightened as he spoke, "she was just lost and not from Clover, which was why I was just trying to help."

"I know you're always so kind and helpful," you mumbled into his chest, "but could you leave that little extra just for me only?"

Fue understood what you meant. There was indeed a lot of ways he could have helped that lady without personally attending to her.

"I'm sorry dear. So are you still in a relationship?" He pulled back to wipe the tears that has fallen from your eyes, "We're not just a gossip are we?"

"I'm sorry about that Fue.." you pouted guiltily, "of course I am in a relationship with you."

The Crimson Lion captain smiled. He held your hand back into the party, and he didn't let go throughout the entire night.

-end-

[troubatrain]

good for you - t. jost

a/n: one day it dawned at me that tyson jost really had just been hitting different lately, and so i just needed to write some filth about it. i'm thinking of making this a smut based mini series so let me know what you guys think :)

part two

warnings: it's smush time (smut)

I can’t believe you’re leaving me like this.

Mat Barzal was pouting, laying across your bedroom in your apartment whining about how you were heading off to Colorado and leaving him. It wasn’t by choice, you’d gotten into a grad program that was an amazing opportunity, separating you and your childhood best friend for the first time in ages. Mat was your friend by accident, a kid was picking on him and you got mad because only you’re allowed to do that and punched that kid square in the nose. Mat covered for you so you wouldn’t get suspended and you’d been inseparable ever since.

“This place is going to be too quiet without you,” Mat whines, dodging the book you’d thrown in his direction, “And not that I keep you to clean up after me but I do need you to teach me how to use the dishwasher.”

“How about you help me pack then?” You suggest, rolling your eyes at his inability to take care of himself. He’d always been like that, his own mother relieved when you moved in because it eased her worries about Mat burning his place down.

“You should give Tyson a call,” Mat hops up, grabbing a box and some stuff off your shelf, “Sure he’d be able to show you around.”

“Tyson Jost?” You furrow your brows, trying to clarify exactly who Mat was talking about. There wasn’t anything wrong with Tyson, that was the problem. Tyson was like sunshine in the summer and in another life, he’d be your dream man. He was kind and the way he talked about his mother made every one of your girlfriends swoon. Tyson had the kind of drive you respected and he just seemed so steady, “I thought we agreed I’d break him.”

“You agreed with yourself on that one not me,” Mat chuckles, shaking his head at your response. Mat couldn’t think of any one of his friends that he’d let date you besides Tyson. Tyson was an astronomically better person than Mat was, always the kind of kid his parents encouraged him to hang out with, “What if Tyson’s the best dick of your life and you don’t even give him a shot?”

“I’m not sleeping with Tyson, he’s too innocent,” It wasn’t an excuse, it was the truth. Everything about Tyson screamed that he’d get you off but it wouldn’t be all that exciting. Tyson was a relationship type, and you weren’t and aside from the obvious sexual incompatibility - he was Mat’s friend. Despite his efforts, you always swore that was a line you’d never cross. Besides, as kind and endearing as Tyson was, he was still a hockey player, he just got away with it better than most.

“Just promise me you’ll call him? Especially if something’s wrong,” Mat pleads, a soft expression on his face even if it was just for a second before you had a t-shirt tossed in your direction, “You can’t let him replace me though, I’m number one around here.”

“I cannot wait to live alone,” You tease, laughing when Mat’s middle finger is thrown in your direction. It was bittersweet, leaving the comfort of having Mat around to buy you ice cream when you were sad and to take care of his best friend duties and onto a new adventure.

“You won’t be alone Josty will be there,” Mat jokes, his laugh bouncing off the now barren walls of your bedroom, “I swear I’m done now.”

“You better be.”

“I give it two weeks before you fuck Josty though.”

***

Just swing by her place, please.

Mat was like a mother who just sent their first kid away for college, and he was panicking. So, yes, he was begging Tyson to just drop in on to make sure your move was going as smoothly as you made it sound on the phone. Tyson could have been doing anything else on a Friday night with no game, but he was getting closer and closer to giving in by the second.

Tyson could admit, he wanted to see you, and he was excited when Mat shared the news you were moving to Denver. He looked forward to seeing you in the summer, carefree and light and so far out of his league he’d never even try. You made Tyson fumble his words, and every time he saw you he would think with his dick and he couldn’t focus on anything else. Above all else, Tyson wanted you to know he was a phone call away, a promise he made to Mat that he’d be there if you needed anything that he was going to keep for his own selfish reasons.

So Tyson was off to your apartment, a bottle of wine in one hand and a case of Coors Light in the other. He lifted his hand to knock, taking a deep breath and just thinking to himself, don’t fuck this up.

You knew that familiar tuft of curls in your peephole anywhere, summers spent watching the way Tyson’s curls bounced against his forehead whenever he spoke. This had Mat written all over it, no doubt your best friend put Tyson up to his welcoming committee bit. You turn around, boxes piled everywhere with nothing set up in your place aside from your mattress in the middle of the floor and your tv in your living room. Unpacking had been a bit overwhelming, and you may have lied on the phone to Mat that you were doing just fine. You take one deep breath, holding your head up high and pretending like your place wasn’t a mess.

“Hi,” You smile, leaning against your doorframe and taking in the man in front of you. Did he get bigger? Maybe it’s the hair, it’s longer. No, the scruff. Whatever it was, your feet were glued to the floor because you were stunned by the fact that Tyson Jost had gotten hot.

“Welcome,” Tyson cheeses, holding up the beer and wine in his hands and shrugging his shoulders, “I hope it’s fine I stopped by, Mat called and-”

“Told you to come?” You finished his sentence, Tyson nodding at your question, “Well, I have no furniture because it won’t be here until tomorrow, but you’re more than welcome to come join in my sad empty apartment.”

“I’d love to,” Tyson chuckles, bumping his shoulder with yours when he walked into your place. It was definitely empty, Tyson wishing he’d known sooner you’d be without most of your stuff for another day so he could offer up his guest room. It didn’t matter to him, his mind focused more on the fact that you looked incredible, a too big Islanders shirt and a pair of shorts that were leaving little to the eye. You were digging through a box, a small aha leaving your mouth when you pulled out a mug, “Wine in a mug?”

“That’s how Mat used to pour me glasses when we first moved in together,” You admit, gripping the mug in your hand tightly. You may have stolen it from your former kitchen, but it was a memory you wanted to remember, “You can sit, I mean the only place is on my mattress but-”

“Sounds like a tradition then,” Tyson hums, sitting down and leaning against your pillows, taking a sip of his beer. You sat cross legged next to him, pouring yourself some of the wine he’d brought over in that silly I <3 New York mug Mat bought for your first place. You settled on a movie, thankful you at least had wi-fi and didn’t have to make awkward conversation with Tyson.

It’s only awkward because you’re making it awkward, you thought to yourself. Maybe Tyson was doing it on purpose, peacocking around your apartment because Mat told him he had this weird thing about you sleeping with him. He wouldn’t do that, remembering every other time Tyson’s ignored one of Mat’s grand schemes because they were bad ideas, “Excited for the season to start? A few more weeks right?”

“I’m excited for camp to be over,” Tyson groans, snuggling himself into

your mattress, “My entire body’s on fire.”

Yeah mine too. You watched the way Tyson rolled his shoulders, clear pain across his face, “Ty’s let me-”

You were usually bold, confident enough to make the first move without the fear of rejection. It could be from years of watching Mat, a true master at his craft of picking up women, and constantly encouraging you to do the same. That’s how a player plays the game Y/N. Tyson’s brows were raised at you, a blush on his neck while he let himself sit a bit. You slipped your fingers under the soft cotton of his t-shirt, digging them into the knots in his shoulder. Tyson let his eyes rest, embracing the relief you were giving him.

Of course your fingers felt like magic. Tyson was doing everything in his power to keep his cool, and not blow this one chance he’s had with you without Mat’s stupid antics in the middle of it. Just ask her out, she’ll probably reject you, but at least you’ll get laid. Mat was right, he had to be because he knew you better than anyone. It wasn’t just some claim he made either, you didn’t do relationships, never giving your heart to someone else, “How are you good at this?”

“Tito used to tell me I had a career in deep tissue massages in my future,” You joke, Tyson’s head falling back to look at you while he let out a laugh, “Sometimes I think he just wanted to save a trip to the rink…do you mind if I-?”

You were tugging at Tyson’s shirt, waiting for him to nod in response and grab it from the back and toss it off. You never took the time to look at Tyson like this, eyes scanning over his skin and taking him in. Scars on his skin, no doubt from his choice in sport and one from that time Mat took roughhousing too far over the summer. Your finger curled around a loose curl at the base of his neck, Tyson letting out a hum, “I like the curls grown out Tys.”

“Keep pulling on them,” Tyson grunts, the words falling through his lips before he could stop them. You let out a small giggle, Tyson thanking his lucky stars you didn’t just hit him. He turned around, a glimmer in his eyes that you’d seen dozens of times before. Your hand stayed in his hair, gripping his hair softly when Tyson’s lips finally landed on yours. It was slow at first, testing out the waters and Tyson waiting for the blow of rejection. His hand was on your waist, hand slipping under your shirt and rubbing your skin softly. His lips moved down your neck, scruff tickling your skin, “Been wanting this for a while…”

“Yeah?” You muse, tilting your head back while Tyson’s teeth sunk into them. His grip got tighter, your breath hitching in your throat.

“If you don’t count the years I spent wondering what the fuck you and Mat were, then every summer for the past four years,” Tyson’s eyes had gotten a shade darker, flipping you over so you were underneath him, “Don’t act like you don’t know you’re hot, or that I’ve been mentally undressing you for years.”

“Now’s your chance Tys, don’t blow it,” You chirp, waiting for Tyson’s laugh to follow, except it didn’t. Tyson’s hands pulled yours over your head, grip tight on your wrists. What if Tyson’s the best dick of your life and you don’t even give him a shot. Mat’s words were spinning your head, taunting you because there was a chance he was actually right.

“Don’t move them,” Tyson grits, his lips trailing down your neck, his hands pulled your shirt off slowly, stifling a groan when his suspicions about your lack of bra were true, “Be a good girl-”

“Or what?” You smirk, wondering how many buttons you could press before Tyson just railed you. This was new, welcome, and maybe you shouldn’t have assumed Tyson was the boring type behind closed doors.

“Or I’ll fuck you until you’re begging to cum, but I still won’t let you,” Tyson mutters, his lips pressed against your skin while his fingers hooked under your shorts, “So are you going to be good for me?”

Tyson waited for your answer, gaining himself a plus one in your book on consent and when you nodded, your shorts and panties came clean off. Tyson hooked your thighs over his shoulders and pressed a kiss to your clit lightly, “Don’t tease Tys.”

“Am I the first person who gets you like this?” Tyson groans, watching the way your hips were squirming every light kiss he pressed around your pussy. You were an alpha female, Mat’s words, never Tyson’s, and that meant that under most circumstances you were in charge.

“Yes,” You whimper, desperate for some sort of relief. Tyson had you wound up, in a position you were used to being in and you were eating up every bit of it. He finally gave in, Tyson’s well skilled tongue swirling around your clit, pulling a moan out of you that echoed through your empty apartment. You clasped your hands together, taking every bit of strength you had not to tug on Tyson’s curls, “Fuck, Tyson let me touch you.”

“Not what we agreed to, princess,” Tyson reminds you, his tongue teasing your entrance while his nose rubbed against your clit. His tongue slid up your folds, Tyson climbing back up your body and letting his spit slide down his tongue and into your mouth, “Taste yourself babe.”

You nod, obliging happily with Tyson, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head at how fucking hot this was. His lips landed on yours, reminding you just how good you were being against your mouth. Tyson’s hand grabbed one of yours, intertwining your fingers with his, “Tyson, please I wanna cum so badly.”

“Where?” Tyson hums, sucking at your skin, undoubtedly leaving you a little gift to cover up for your first day of class.

“On your cock,” You bat your eyelashes, playing into Tyson’s game because you needed some release, “All over it, please-”

Tyson kicked off his boxers, taking his own cock in his hand and pumping it a few times. He tapped your clit the head, smirking when you moaned underneath him. This was better than he imagined, all of those unwanted dirty dreams about you that seemed to be more frequent over the summer. You let your free hand move, Tyson’s head thrown back when you lined his dick up your core, guiding him inside of you, “God, you feel so fucking good.”

Tyson dropped your hand, both of his large hands gripped your hips tightly while he slammed into you. Your legs with shaking from pleasure, “Fuck, right there, please I’m so close-”

Tyson wrapped one of your legs around his waist, hitting you deeper. His arms were on both sides of your head, his lips pressed up against your ears when he spoke, “Cum for me princess.”

Tyson’s deep groans sent you over the edge, your pussy fluttering around his cock while he fucked you through your orgasm. His lips parted, hips sputtering when he pulled out and came all over your stomach with a loud fuck. You both fell silent, the realization that you broke your own rule about Mat’s stupid friends washing over you. It wasn’t regret, it was something you couldn’t quite explain. Tyson finally fell next to you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, letting his light kisses trail down your shoulder, “Let me get the shower ready for you.”

You nod, letting your eyes follow Tyson’s ass as he wandered through your place in search of your bathroom. An aftercare king too? Maybe you were biting off more than even you could chew with this one. You grab your phone, rolling your eyes at Mat’s unanswered texts complaining that you’d already replaced him with Tyson. Your fingers dance across the screen, typing up the text you’d been meaning to send since Tyson was at your front door.

You could’ve warned me Tyson got hot, you know?

You didn’t even last two weeks did you?

[jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav]

[The following ask is just an attempt on my, Winter's, part to exploit a quirk in tumblr's code that keeps formatting from copy/pasted items when answering an ask on desktop as opposed to making a text post.]

MC is a Phoenix and Child of a Famous Magic User

A slightly modified request fill for @guardianoftheunderworld090! This ended up getting away from me a bit, and by a bit I mean a lot so uhhh Oops! Because of that, I didn’t end up doing the dateables+Luke, so apologies! But this is already probably wayyyyy off from the original request anyway.

Again, oopsie :3

Content Warnings: Temporary character death, spoilers for Lesson 16+, brief implication of immolation (but not really bc, y’know, phoenix), mild-to-moderate blood and injuries/violence

As soon as they learned their name, everyone knew of MC. While not quite on Solomon or the great witch Maddi’s level, their parents had made quite the name for themselves in the magical community. Their pre-existing knowledge of magic and the supernatural was therefore completely expected.

Less so was what happened when they died.

Mammon had been cradling their body when it happened, still too stunned to react to his smug younger brother gloating about taking out such a fragile, weak creature. The entire House of Lamentation was in shock: MC, the human they had come to cherish, was bleeding out right in front of their eyes and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

The Avatar of Greed’s breath hitched as he felt their pulse fade, watched the rise and fall of their chest cease…

And then he screamed as MC’s body burst into flames. They were scorching hot, but left no marks on him nor the surrounding area. On instinct, Beelzebub darted forward to pull Mammon away from the inferno, his protests weakened by surprise and grief. Belphegor was knocked backwards off his feet by the force of the flames, and they all watched as the fire raged on, until it began to take on a recognizable shape.

Not of MC, but of a brightly coloured flaming bird.

The phoenix cocked its head to the side, as though assessing its surroundings, eyes passing over each of the frozen brothers before rounding on Belphegor. It shrieked, puffed up feathers interspersed with jets of flame, and charged the youngest with its sharp beak and talons bared.

And suddenly it was no longer a bird.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” MC yelled as they continued to slash at Belphie. A large pair of bright flaming wings arched behind their back, threatening to torch anything they touched. “I LITERALLY RISKED THE WRATH OF LUCIFER FOR WEEKS TO HELP YOUR SORRY ASS GET OUT OF THAT ATTIC AND THIS IS HOW YOU THANK ME?! WITH MURDER?!”

Blood pooled in Belphie’s mouth from a particularly nasty slash across his lip. He spit to the side before replying, “In my defense, most people stay dead when you kill them!”

“THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO—”

“...MC?” Levi said, voice small. “I-Is that really you…?” His tail swished behind him anxiously.

MC turned their attention to the rest of the brothers (one set of talons still embedded in Belphie’s leg, in case he had thoughts of running).

Beel was stock still, eyes pointed ahead but staring at something beyond the room. Asmo was crying silently, though his expression was neutral and wide eyed. The gears in Satan’s head were visibly turning even as he shredded the sleeves of his shirt with his claws. Mammon was misty eyed, with such an open expression of love and want and hurt that it made them want to cry as well. And Lucifer… The Avatar of Pride’s usual mask of stony superiority had crumbled into something lost and broken.

They looked back to Belphegor, who clutched at his leg, his own tears threatening to spill from his eyes. They slowly remove their talons from his leg and face the group, folding their wings inward until they regain their humanoid form.

“I guess I have a bit of explaining to do, huh.”

Lucifer

Too many things have happened so fast, he doesn’t even know how to respond.

Not only has MC apparently been having secret meetings with Belphegor, not only are the pacts they’ve made with his brothers just tools to free him, not only did Belphegor then betray them and attempt to kill them, but they’re also… A phoenix?!

Distantly, hysterically, he thinks, how in the three realms is that not on their file?

“Oh, I’m also not technically from this timel-”

Lucifer shushes them. He can’t deal with any other reveals right now.

Once… everything is dealt with, he allows himself to be curious about MC’s origins.

Have they always been this way? Were they adopted by their parents, a familiar given human form, or had something gone wrong one day with a spell?

He’ll never ask them though. He knows origins can be touchy subjects.

He grounds himself in the practical. Does MC know how to control their abilities? Are their needs being met? Are there any additional accommodations they require?

Sometimes, when their wings are out, he can’t help but be reminded of the similarly fiery wings of the seraphim from home the Celestial Realm and feel nostalgic.

His more possessive side also relishes the fact that they share a connection through association with birds, especially considering how some varieties of phoenixes tend to resemble peacocks.

It must be difficult for them to preen those large wings, do they need any help? No, it’s not that he wants to, don’t be ridiculous. But if they ever want his help...

Mammon

Once the initial shock of “holy shit the love of my life just BURST INTO FLAMES IN MY ARMS” fades, he’s just happy MC’s alive and well.

But he does put on a front of being upset that they never told him about their nature.

“Stupid hu— uhhh, phoenix, I worried for nothin’! Wait, no, I wasn’t worried at all—”

“Sure you weren’t,” MC retorts with a smile.

Seriously though, why didn’t they tell him? He’s their guardian, their First, he should know these things!

Do they think he’ll… try and take advantage of them because of their powers? He’d never!

Okay, maybe when they first met he might have considered it, but not now! Not now that he…

One night, Mammon and MC are up late watching some terrible Devildom romcom. MC has long since fallen asleep, and one of their enormous wings is draped over Mammon, pinning him in place.

The flames interspersed amongst their feathers are short and glow only dimly, like dying embers. Occasionally, a few will flare slightly or twitch as though a breeze has blown by.

“...I was really scared, you know,” he murmurs to their sleeping form. “I really thought you were gone. And I realized at that moment that I… I can’t lose you. I love you so much MC. You’re worth more to me than anything else in the Devildom, than anything in all the three realms. Please don’t scare me like that ever again…”

MC doesn’t stir, but the flames on their wing follow Mammon’s hand as he pets the warm feathers. They’re only pleasantly warm, with a smooth, silky texture to them.

He snuggles closer to them and drifts off himself, comforted by the heat of their body, human and avian anatomy alike.

Leviathan

Levi cannot believe his luck. He finally gets himself a friend he can really trust, and then his younger brother (who was trapped in an attic by the way, NOT in the human world like Lucifer said, because oh yeah, also Lucifer’s a liar) kills them, and now they’re—

It’s too much to process at once. All he can latch onto is that’s them, right? That’s really his MC, his Henry, the one person outside of his family who doesn’t dismiss him as some gross shut-in?

Once he’s assured himself that they’re safe, he’s immediately hit with the rest of the surprises to process. He hugs MC tightly against himself, whether to protect them from Belphegor or himself from… everything, is anyone’s guess.

It takes a long time for Levi’s newfound clinginess to dissipate. He refuses to let MC be alone around Belphegor under any circumstances, even if it means leaving his room more than he’s comfortable with.

In this time, he learns a lot about MC.

He learns that they seek to cool off the same way he seeks out warmth, and that this makes them excellent cuddling partners. He learns that they let out very adorable chirps of squawks when caught off guard.

He learns the hard way that a phoenix in love is a fire hazard.

But he also learns that he’d risk every item in his collection to see MC’s radiant smile.

Satan

Set the phoenix thing aside, Satan thinks to himself as he rushes over to inspect MC for injuries. Set it aside.

Once he’s sure they are unharmed, he turns his attention to Belphegor.

The Avatar of Sloth is lucky MC got to him first. Satan wouldn’t have stopped at a warning strike. Belphie knows from the murderous glare shot his way that it is only the presence of the others that’s stopping Satan from taking his revenge.

His fingers linger in their wings. MC’s feathers are all out of sorts, but there are no bald patches indicating any serious burns or other wounds. Still, Satan cards through them carefully, checking and double checking for any signs of damage. MC fidgets under his attention.

“Uh, Satan?” They’re blushing. “That kinda tickles.”

“Oh! Oh, um, sorry, I was just— you’re okay, right?”

They let out a small laugh and bop him gently with a wing. “Everything’s in working order, don’t worry.”

“That’s— Good, that’s uh, that’s great.”

“...Go ahead, you dork,” MC prompts with a smile. He blinks at them owlishly. “Ask your questions!”

He does, over the course of the next couple of weeks, in between therapeutic pranks against a certain youngest brother.

Asmodeus

As MC is born again from flame, Asmo learns the true horror of love.

He had always been the one to invoke passion in others: to seduce loyal partners and drive others mad with desire, to twist their love into lust and unleash its destructive potential. Despite this, he never really understood the feeling himself, why something as ephemeral as a feeling could drive humans to such extremes.

But seeing MC wounded and bloody, watching the light in their eyes dim, the Avatar of Lust had felt the call of blood and rage and grief and love for the first time. And watching MC dust themself off as they explain their unique heritage, Asmo realizes that those feelings would have destroyed him. He would have done anything and everything to bring MC back to him, given up any part of himself just to see them one more time.

So forgive him, MC, if his movements ever slow to a stop while preening your wings. If he sometimes stares at you with awe, or holds you tight enough to bruise.

His heart has never been anyone’s but his before, and he is so very afraid of getting burned.

Beelzebub & Belphegor

Oh this is Not bringing up good memories at all.

Something about seeing MC and Belphegor, bloody with the scent of fire and death in the air jumbles his senses and suddenly they’re not in the House of Lamentation but the battlefield and she’s been struck down, he was too slow, he chose his twin over his sister can he live with that? Can any of them? She’s falling she’s falling and he’s falling and they’re going to—

When he snaps back into awareness, Beel is restraining a hissing and spitting MC as they scratch and claw at him to get to Belphegor, the one wing Beel didn’t manage to pin down flapping about erratically.

Their movements only stop when they feel hot tears on their back. MC calms down and shifts more gently in Beelzebub’s grasp, turning to face him.

“Beel, it’s okay,” they say, cupping his face with a bloody, taloned hand. He smells the blood and lets out a sob.

Belphegor moves to comfort his twin, but MC’s wings snap open, shielding the pair in a ring of fire and feathers.

“I— I…” He can’t form the words. You died, my brother killed you, he’s here, you hurt him, why is he here, why did he hurt you, how did— “Please,” he says, finally.

MC frowns, hesitates. But slowly, they lower their wings and step aside, letting the twins reunite. As they embrace, Belphegor shoots them a look, but it’s not hateful. It’s not regretful or apologetic either, more of a profound confusion.

Despite demons’ regenerative abilities, Belphegor remains mostly bedridden for quite some time. It seems a phoenix’s wounds negate most healing factors, and the 5 pronged gash in his leg is particularly stubborn in its refusal to close. He jokes that the slow recovery must be because MC will never forgive him for what he’s done. Beel chastises him and says they’re more forgiving than he thinks.

Still, Belphie is surprised to see MC join Beel when he comes to change the youngest’s bandages. They hold out their hands, revealing 10 strange, press-on caps over their talons as they assure Belphie they won’t hurt him.

Where Beel is overly cautious and gentle, MC is practiced and efficient as they inspect, clean, and redress his wounds.

“Is this your way of apologizing?” Belphie can’t help but ask, earning him a stern glare from his twin.

“For attacking you after you killed me, not knowing it wouldn’t take? No,” they reply around a mouthful of medical tape. “It’s an excuse to talk.” They gesture for Beel to move his hand from the gauze pad so they can tape it down.

“You want to talk with your would-be murderer.” MC gathers up the garbage and old bandages to toss them in the trash.

“You’re not the first person to try, you know,” they remark as they dust off their hands.

“What?!” the twins shout in unison, Beel nearly dropping the scissors he was putting back into the first aid kit.

“I’ll tell you about it if you tell me why…” MC gestures broadly to Belphegor, “this all happened the way it did.”

This exchange of stories does not repair MC and Belphegor’s fraught relationship. That is not how wounds heal. But nevertheless, some weeks later, the House of Lamentation has a movie night. And sandwiched in the middle of the familial cuddle pile is MC, Beel, and Belphie, each tucked under one fiery wing.

[mollymawkwrites]

Dans ma peau

Making this a bullet fic because it's been in The List for centuries but I don't have the crayons to write anything atm

Inspired by the song "Que des coeurs" by MPL.

Geralt is a tattoo artist.

A young man comes in one day without appointment, asking for a simple heart with a name tattooed on his ribs

Geralt wouldn't usually accept this kind of stuff, it's stupid and boring, but he hasn't had a lot of clients lately. Yennefer says it's because he unsettles them, not talking at all when he's stabbing them with a needle

So he nods, and steers the young man towards the chair. The tattoo only takes half an hour. The man speaks the whole time.

He's back six months later. Geralt isn't surprised; that's what usually happens with these kinds of tattoos. What surprises him is that Jaskier (that's the name he put on the waiver) asks for another tattoo, with another name, instead of a removal, a cover, or a refund, like Geralt expected.

He doesn't need to say yes, really, business has been good the last few months, but something compels him to anyway.

Again, Jaskier talks the whole time. Geralt learns that he is a musician and a literature teacher, though he struggles to imagine the colourful, extravagant man teaching anything to kids.

It becomes a sort of routine. Once or twice a year, sometimes more, Jaskier comes back, and asks for another heart, another name. His body slowly becomes a canvas of his heartbreak.

Geralt can't help wondering why the man doesn't learn; few people make the same mistake twice, let alone a dozen times. His first guess is that the musician is just stupid, but with time, he learns that isn't true. Jaskier is brilliant, under all the peacocking and silliness.

One day, as he is placing the stencil on the thin skin of Jaskier's collarbone, he can't keep the question for himself anymore.

"You know you could have the old ones removed, right? Or I could try covering them, if you want."

"I know. I like having them with me, though. Our story together might have ended," he says, tracing his fingers along the name of one of his latest exes, "but I still loved them, at one point in my life. I don't want to forget that."

Geralt hums, not knowing what to say to that. His throat is tight.

"Well, you won't have any space left soon," he jokes lamely. A strange sadness fills Jaskier's eyes as he smiles at him, and they end the session in silence.

The ritual keeps happening, and Geralt starts speaking a little more when they see each other. Jaskier knows how to goad him into conversations. Yennefer looks at him weirdly.

Once, Jaskier doesn't come for a couple of years. It doesn't sit right with Geralt, for some reason. He tries not to think about it.

He also tries not to think about how relieved he feels when Jaskier walks back into the shop one day like he'd never disappeared, and asks for another tattoo. Says the last one proposed to him at a Five Guys

"A Five Guys, Geralt, can you imagine? I mean, it is my favourite place to eat, but I don't want my proposal memories to be filled with the smell of bacon grease!"

Geralt snorts and shakes his head, tapping Jaskier's thigh for him to stop moving as he starts on the heart.

When it's done, he pushes his chair back to give it a better look. That's when he realizes.

Jaskier is covered almost from head to toe in hearts. Of all shapes and sizes and styles - he told Geralt after the first few times that he could let his "artist's mind" speak and they've had fun finding original ways to draw hearts. There's only one spot left, Geralt knows, even though he can't see it: he knows Jaskier's body better than his own by now. It's on his right side, underneath his pec, where he's ticklish and sensitive.

"This one better be the one then, right?" Jaskier laughs when Geralt points it out.

Jaskier pays and leaves with a wave and a smile, but Geralt's world is all wrong suddenly.

Over the next few months, there are two parts of him warring inside, keeping him awake at night, his brain empty of all inspiration and motivation for his work. He wants Jaskier to come back, he's not fooling himself anymore about how much he likes the man. But if he comes back, it means he still hasn't found the one, like he's been prattling about since the first time. If he comes back, it'll be the last time. Maybe not the last time Jaskier gets his heart broken, but he'll have to find another way to commit it to memory, because his skin is already covered in ink. He won't need Geralt anymore.

Jaskier is back sooner than he's ever been. He usually calls beforehand now, since Geralt told him it'd be better if he had an appointment the first time. He hasn't called this time.

He comes just half an hour before Geralt closes the shop. Yennefer left early because it's hers and Triss' anniversary.

They sketch the heart in silence, Geralt feeling like his own is going to break to pieces at the smallest sound. Jaskier has a nervous energy about him, but he's strangely quiet as he takes off his shirt and lies down.

Geralt executes every step on auto pilot, jaw clenched. When his hands come to rest on Jaskier's ribs, he thinks he can feel his heart fluttering. He imagines he's stabbing it with his needle, pinning it in place for him to keep.

The heart is finished, and Geralt has to muster all his will to open his mouth and speak with a rough voice.

"Which name, this time?"

He doesn't want to look at Jaskier, because he's a coward. He'd rather die than watch the sparkle in his eyes as he says the name of his latest lover, the one he probably hopes is the one. Geralt's not sure his own heart would survive it.

But the silence stretches for too long, and he can't fuss with the machine and the inks and the needles forever, so finally he turns, meeting Jaskier's gaze with dread, and all he finds there is pure, unbridled hope.

"Yours?"

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello! can you write scenario for akashi, aomine, kise, and kagami where their s/o is jealous of all the attention they're getting from other girls?

awwww. adorbs! certainly ^_^ 🖤

Jealous S/O

Akashi

It’s not a surprise that he was popular.

Akashi was smart, handsome, rich. Great at academics, and sports, and the youngest student council president in the history of Rakuzan. You didn’t believe in people being perfect, but if ever someone was going to get close it would be Akashi. He really lived up to the ‘Emperor’ nickname.

And what was an Emperor without his court.

“What’s wrong [Y/N]?” You look up from the pavement as you walked to class to see Akashi staring at you. His gaze focused, but soft & concerned. “You seem distracted.”

“Oh…it’s nothing.” You tuck your hair behind your ear. Prepared to let this go. Of course, Akashi wouldn’t let it though. He continued to stare at you until you finally broke down and told him. “It’s just them.”

The red head turned to look where you had jutted your chin towards the girls, huddled behind one of the pillars in the court yard whispering & staring, and your boyfriend let out a sigh. “Ah yes. Them.” He doesn’t seem surprised by their presence. Nor their borderline stalking. You should have guessed that he knew they were there. “I just choose to ignore them. However, if they are making you uncomfortable, I can order them to stop.”

You shook your head. You didn’t want to cause trouble. And although it was annoying, you didn’t want to break another girl’s heart over their rejected feelings. “It’s not a big deal. It’s the burden of dating the ‘Emperor’ I guess.” His lips scrunch. Though the nickname stuck over time, you know he doesn’t actually care for that title. “I just feel a little bit like one of those women in a historical K-drama. You know, like someone is waiting in the wings to knock me off so they can take my place near the emperor.” Sometimes you kind of feel like I should start checking my lunch for poison or glass.

Akashi scoffed a little. Then leaned in to kiss your cheek. “That’s never going to happen.” He assured you. “My heart belongs to only you. And, if anyone were to hurt you, I’d gouge their eyes out.”

Perhaps it’s poor form to giggle at such a threat, but you do. He really was so protective of you. You really had no reason to be jealous, because no one was going to take Akashi away from you.

You continue on your way to class. The ‘court’ suspiciously hanging back more than usual after that day.

Aomine

The street ball court was a buzz as usual whenever Aomine played.

His ‘quick game’ with the challenges on the court had turned into a full basketball brawl that had lasted for hours. One-on-one after one after another.

Not that you minded. Watching Aomine play, and seeing him happy, was always thrilling. He always looked so cool when he played; giving his all, even against weaker players. You chuckle to yourself. He really was a terrible guy to take such joy in crushing people. But then what did that say about you when you were so turned on by it?

“That dark skin guy is so hot! Do you think he’s foreign?”

You turn away from the court to a gaggle of girls, some your age, some older, watching the game as well from the side lines. Some had noticed the game and come to watch. Others had come with their own boyfriends. You frown a little as they continue to whisper and gush over your boyfriend. Getting moodier by the second.

“Yo, what’s up?” You look up from glaring at the lines on the court; just in time to see Aomine place his ball he was holding in one hand against your head. “You look pissed. Are you not having fun?”

“Not really.” You confess, batting his hand away. You weren’t having fun now. He was talking to you, but those girls still couldn’t take their eyes off them. “Can we go now?”

“What?? But things are just getting started.” He lifted his shirt up as he whined to wipe the sweat from his brow and you could practically hear the siren like squeals from those thirsty ass bitches.

“I don’t like the crowd here.”

Aomine seemed to catch on, and looked to the side to see who was annoying you. You have to assume he expected to see some guy making you uncomfortable, based on his expression, but looked surprised when he saw it was just a bunch of girls; totally playing it off like they weren’t staring at him a moment ago. “What can I say babe? I can’t help it if girls think I’m super hot and junk.” His cockiness and smirk were not attractive at the moment.

You continue to pout, but just long enough for Aomine to lean in and give you a peck on said pout. “Let me kick this guys ass and then we can go. ‘Less you wanna stick around and make ‘em jealous back. We can do gross couple stuff until they get weirded out and leave.”

You chuckle again at the offer. Appreciating the gesture he was trying to make. “Go play your game and then we can go. If we’re going to do ‘gross couple stuff’, I’d rather do it in private where we can enjoy it.”

Aomine gave you a big grin, followed by a loud, “yes ma’m!”

Of course, he slaughtered the guy in the next game. Leaving him to sulk off back to his own girlfriend; who was indeed in the pack and not looking too happy about it. You both leave after that to finish your date. Aomine proud as a peacock for the rest of the afternoon from the ego boost.

Kise

It was hard, dating a model.

You knew of Kise’s profession before you started dating, of course, but you had no idea how hard it would be on your relationship.

Girls stopped him every chance they got to ask for his autograph, or gush over his new photobook. He of course was courteous and polite. Turning on that model charm. He always thanked them for their patronage of his work and they promised to always support him. It had been bad before, but ever since his game was televised this past season, it had grown into a circus. Not only was he the beautiful blonde-haired boy they all admired, but now he was also the super-hot jock they all drooled over. You could barely go out on a proper date anymore without being accosted by some female vying for his attention.

“[Y/N]-cchi, what’s wrong? You look upset.”

“This is ridiculous!” You told him, and you weren’t just talking about his huge sunglasses & stupid hat he was wearing to try and be ‘incognito’. It wasn’t working even a little bit, so now it was just doubly stupid. “Why can’t they leave you alone for 10 minutes?!”

“They’re my fans [Y/N]-cchi. I can’t disappoint them!”

“Right. Don’t disappoint them. Why don’t you hang out with them today then?” You mutter sullenly. Prepared to leave.

Kise seemed to realize what was going on, and just how upset you were, as he reached out to grab you hand. “I don’t want to hang out with them [Y/N].” You turn back around when he said your name like a real person. Not the cute little way he did it as part of his act. “I don’t want anyone else but you. They only like me because I’m handsome and a model.” Humble too, you think to yourself. “They don’t really care about me. You do! I don’t want to lose that. Please forgive me.”

He did genuinely look hurt, and you have to believe that he meant it. You sigh. It wasn’t totally Kise’s fault. “It’s alright Ryouta.” You tell him. He seemed to perk up a little at that. “If you could maybe not lay it on so thick for them in the future, I would appreciate it.”

“Of course [Y/N]-cchi!” He cheered with a beaming smile. Already back to his normal self. “I’d do anything for you!”

It doesn’t stop of course. But Kise kept true to his word and politely asked to be left in peace. Most respected that. Some weren’t as understanding of his needs. You just appreciated that he was trying to keep them at bay. Fangirls were weird.

Kagami

After practice, you and Kagami went to Maji Burger, as per usual. And, as per usual, people were staring at your table.

Most of the time they were staring at the loud, tall teen scarfing down his body weight in hamburgers. Amazed at his own personal eating contest. However, more recently, the people staring were girls from your school who had also come here. And they were staring at Kagami only.

He was completely oblivious to it, but Kagami was actually really popular; even before Serin started wining so much. He was tall, athletic, built. He’d come from America, which was so cool for a lot of the students around here. Plus, he had this whole ‘bad boy basketball star’ vibe going. If they only knew how much of a sweet heart he really was. Actually, scratch that. If they knew that would only make it worse.

“Hey, what’s up [Y/N]? You’re not eating. Do you not like your food?”

You look up from your own, normal portion on the tray, then back down as you play with your food. “It’s just hard to eat when people are staring.”

Kagami blinked. Then looked around to see what you were talking about. “I don’t see anybody.”

“Of course you don’t….” You mutter under your breath. He never did.

“What does it matter?” He asked. “It’s not like I can stop people from looking at me. They have eyeballs. It’s a free country.”

“That’s not the point Kagami. It’s not that they’re looking at you. It’s the fact that they’re looking at you.” You’re trying to be discrete here, but subtle or discretion never really got through to Kagami. “They wanna fuck you.”

Kagami choked on his burger halfway devoured in his mouth. “Don’t say that!” He scolded you. Once he’d recovered from his near-death experience.

“Well, it’s true. Maybe that’s a bit much, but they definitely look at you that way, and it’s annoying.”

“How can you even tell?”

“Because it’s how I look at you.” You muttered under our breath again. Fidgeting with our soda straw to avoid eye contact.

Kagami heard you again though and now you were both blushing in the booth. “Well…the only one I’m interested in looking at me that way is you.” He muttered back. “The only one I’m interested in looking at that way is you.” His leg moved forward under the table to touch yours. Simple, secret, intimate.

You smile softly as you realize it was stupid to be jealous. Kagami had no guile. He was honest to a fault, which was another of his amazing qualities. He genuinely didn’t see those other girls because he was only focused on you. So let them stare. There was no way they were going to take him away from you.

[galla02006]

No Time To Die|Song Au

It was a Dark and rainy day when it happened,

I should've known

it was ten years ago but I still remember it like it was just yesterday, it was the day before my 16th birthday,

I'd leave alone

we'd finally managed to track down hawkmoth. we, being chat noir and ladybug, had planned to raid his base and retrieve the peacocks and moth miraculous, finally ending the three year long war.

Just goes to show

we'd planned it for weeks, nothing could've possibly gone wrong...

That the blood you bleed

except Chat noir wasn't on my side, at least not anymore.

Is just the blood you owe

we'd entered the ominous looking lair fairly easy, walked to the end of the hall together, I nocked down the door, and entered first,

We were a pair

there he was, standing there Mayura by his side,

But I saw you there

I was the first to talk "Hawkmoth! Mayura! as the Gradian of the Miraculous I demand you return the Moth and peacock miraculous or be faced with the consequences!" the only response I'd gotten was a manic laugh and the revealing look of madness in his eyes,

Too much to bear

"and what that might be ladybug, you don't actually believe you can stop us on your own. do you?"

You were my life

"I'm sorry my lady" and just like that, I felt a sharp pain in my back, and tears in my eyes,

But life is far away from fair

chat noir had betrayed me, my closet ally and partner...ha..ha Ha HA-

Was I stupid to love you?

in a long line of dominos, it was the last domino falling, after three years they'd done it, she said it would happen and it did..

Was I reckless to help?

First it was trusted acquaintances, next was Friends, then it was family, now this, people I'd known for years, all turned their backs to me.

Was it obvious to everybody else

it was all a lie, A LIE!!

That I'd fallen for a lie?

maybe it was the anger that fuelled my next actions, or maybe it was desperation mixed my mental and physical pain,

You were never on my side

I was on my back, I used my legs to spring myself back on my feet, it caught everyone off guard, I used that and got a hit on chat noir, causing him to fall flat down on his ass, I knocked him out and took his ring.

Fool me once, fool me twice

it was two vs one so I put on the ring and unified the ring and earrings, it was a move purely driven by adrenalin.

Are you death or paradise?

physically, it felt felt warm. Mentally? I was as cold as ice.

Now you'll never see me cry

I don't remember much, just tears and anger,

There's just no time to die

all I know is, when the adrenalin wore off, I had the moth and peacock miraculous in my hands, and both hawkmoth and mayure were on the floor, unconscious.

I let it burn

there were sirens outside getting closer by the second, so after getting what I wanted, I left.

You're no longer my concern

she had the Grimoire, the miracle box, and a bag of clothes.

Faces from my past return

she'd turned the miracle box into a ring, it was easier to travel with that way,

Another lesson yet to learn

she didn't know where she was going, she was alone with no one to trust,

That I'd fallen for a lie

all she knew was she was done, done being the nice girl, done with people, and done with being a 'hero'

You were never on my side

just like that, came the downfall of ladybug. and with it, came the rise of 'the Scarlet Guardian'.

Fool me once, fool me twice

Are you death or paradise?

and for the the next ten years she travelled the world, training and looking for lost miraculouses, no one by her side other then the Kwamis.

Now you'll never see me cry

There's just no time to die

she'd been in Tibet to visit the abandoned temple, she's had decided to visit a random, nearby bar when she met him.

No time to die

it was purely by chance when their eyes met

No time to die

blue bluebell eyes meets dazzling ocean blue eyes,

Fool me once, fool me twice

it was electric, she was as drawn to him as he was to her.

Are you death or paradise?

he was the first to move, getting up from his table and heading to her direction at the bar.

Now you'll never see me cry

he'd asked to sit in the empty seat next to her, introducing himself as Bruce, she'd reluctantly agreed, for a few minutes they'd sat there in silence, he'd been the one to break it,

There's just no time to die

for a complete stranger, she'd enjoyed his company, maybe she should give him a chance.

———

Ok so personally I get Carmen SanDiego vibes when I think of what she wears, so red trench coat with a matching Fedora hat, plus I found this ring on Pinterest so let’s add that in too:

Thanks for reading, now if you excuse me I have to go study for my first mid semester physics exam qwq

[tainted-wine]

I had a thought. Hawk’s s/o owning a huge stuffed animal she always cuddles,n whenever she’s not looking or leaves the room alone w stuffed toy n hawks... he lik. Rubs himself on it- to make it smell like him- for the pure sake of seeing it as his only competition- n wanting it to remind her of him when she smells it- Jfjffjjf idk

Anon I’m so sorry that I totally twisted your scenario into something 20x more ridiculous than it already was I have no idea what this is.

———

(NSFW)

Hawks was the top bird. He knows that. He knows that you know that. No one keeps you safe, provides for you, and makes you feel good like he does. You said it yourself, “You’re the greatest thing that’s ever come into my life.” He believes you.

But that doesn’t make your relationship with that other bird any less infuriating. You said that he’s an old gift from a friend, but Hawks isn’t going to let down his guard. Not with the way you cuddle up to the other bird. ‘I’m cuddly too,’ Hawks thought whenever he watched you. There were never any intrusions when it was just you and him in the great outdoors. All of your attention was on him, as it should be. But once you both were back at your place, and you just needed to lie down and rest, you’d always let that little bastard join the party.

Hawks never said anything about it, and neither did the other bird. ‘And he never will, if he knows what’s good for him.’  He pulls you in extra close and plants several kisses on your face. Possessive, he knows, but there aren’t many ways to get his point across to his innocent-looking rival, who wasn’t reacting to Hawks’s display of dominance. The other bird had a poker face that competes with his, Hawks had to admit, and it was honestly starting to piss him off.

‘How about I show him something that he’ll never have.’

Your surprised little ‘oh!’ made Hawks smirk as he rolled you onto your stomach, yanking off your pants and underwear. He frees himself and rubs your slippery folds. The sudden eagerness excites you. “Mmmm, Hawks. Being aggressive tonight?”

“I just think you could use a refresher tonight, baby.” He pushes inside and rests all of his weight on top of you, fucking you into the mattress.

Your cries are nice and loud. Good. “Ah! Yes, Hawks! Harder!”

He loves it. Keep crying out for him. “What’s that? Who’s the one fucking you right now?”

“Hawks!”

“Who makes you whine like a bitch in heat?”

“You! You do, Hawks!”

Hawks looks to the side to ensure that adorable bastard was watching.

Ah yes, he is. With those soulless eyes and blank expression. Always acting like everything was fine. Hawks growled and fucked you harder.

“Got nothing to say, little guy?”

“What, do you like watching your girl get taken by someone else? Is that what you’re into?”

You try to turn your head. “Hawks? Who are you talking to?”

He ignores you and keeps on going. “Do you wish you’re the one who can make her feel like this? Huh?!”

Still nothing. This little shit refuses to crack.  

You follow Hawks’s gaze and are very confused to see where it lands. “A-are you talking to my stuffed animal?”

Your question seems to anger him as he humps you into the sheets. “Is that what he is to you? A plush and cuddly stuffed animal?”

“What? What the hell does that even mean?”

“You really don’t think that sweet little peacock wants more than just cuddles? That maybe he wants to be the one to have you?”

“WHAT?!”

You spring up fast enough to catch Hawks off-guard and knock him back onto his ass. “B-baby?” He says in wide-eyed confusion.

You stand up and angrily pull your panties back up. “You’ve done some crazy shit during your ruts, but this? I’m so done, you delusional horny competitive pigeon.” You stomp out of the room and shut the door before he can say anything more.

Hawks just stares at the door, shaking. The anger boiling within him was ready to bubble over. He glares at the cunning bastard responsible for this. ‘This is what he wanted. He wanted me to lose my cool when I thought I was winning.’ Of course you would want your two favorite birds to play nice. Why did he have to be so stupid? All he did was make the peacock look like the calm and civil guy while Hawks was trying to assert dominance like a savage.

“You haven’t won this. You’re a clever bastard, I’ll give you that. But I’ll always be the one she chooses.”

As always, the other bird stays silent. Maybe he agrees. Maybe he knows that you belong to Hawks and only Hawks, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to keep the winged hero on his toes, ready to snatch you away at any moment.