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towasdandelion · 11 days ago

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Vagastrom, Sinostra and Frostheim ghouls "dealing" with you while you're ovulating

I hope this is readable enough honestly I checked it countless of times but let's just say the heat WA as getting to meeee (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠) I am NOT ready for summer omg.

Anyways this is the last part of this series! Nsfw ahead (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Leo knows you too well. He observes you intently every chance he gets (meaning when you're not looking) to learn your way of being, mannerisms, expression. By now he has them practiced down to a T, so he will notice every shift in your tone or how you look at him. He's definitely not the sweetest angel out there so he will have to annoy you at first, just for the sake of it. Don't expect him to give you what you want right away, just forget it. He'll toy with you, touching you in all the right places only to stop the moment he sees you're close. He's not that merciless though. Once he's done having his fun, he definitely will make sure to provide you some relief while whispering dirty words into your ear.

Sho can only shake his head in disbelief when he reads you need him once again. Not that he minds. He just didn't expect you to have this much energy. Even when it happens every month, he's still not used to it yet, some surprise flickering across his features when you ask him to 'help' you. Though it is quickly replaced by smugness. He finds it hot, how much you crave him, how you look at him as if you wanted to eat him right there and now. He'll try to wrap up his things as fast as he can, just so he can be at your doorstep when you can't take it anymore. He'll smirk as he effortlessly lifts you up, carrying you to bed and joking how needy his Princess is. Now he's all yours, and he will do anything you want in order to satisfy you.

Tough times for Alan! He's usually able to keep his cool around you, always making sure to be reasonable and rational. But when that time comes, he finds it almost impossible to say no to you. You look so innocent clinging to him, your cheeks slightly flushed as you give him your best puppy eyes. You sound adorable when you beg him so prettily for him to take you again. He shouldn't, he doesn't want to hurt you.. But stare at him long enough and his resolves will start to crumble. He'll let out a deep sigh, reminding you not to hesitate to tell him if it starts feeling like too much. He'd hate if anything happened to you even if it wasn't intentional. So he's going to be very gentle, unless you specifically tell him not to be..

Romeo is a bit taken aback by your sudden change in behavior. Why are you looking at him like that? Giving him those eyes? He needs to regain his composure fast, otherwise he might end up getting seduced by you.. He won't give in! He refuses to play your games, and restraining himself clearly irritates him more than you. He's frustrated, his men not knowing what's going on, and what to do to calm him down. Eventually, he just tells them to leave (that's to put in nicely) and calls for you. I would make the trip quick, cause you're on a very thin ice already.. And once the door closes behind you, you're done for. He won't waste time, ordering you to sit down on his lap and making you say all the things you wanted him to do to you while he's working on reducing you to a whiny mess.

Taiga is having the time of his life with you. He loves when it happens, and he loves that it does every month (yeah, somehow he remembers that..) so you don't have to tell him twice. Be careful though, because he might take it as a sign of consent for taking you whenever or wherever you are (I suggest explaining what you don't want carefully) and it will take you by surprise for sure. If he feels like it, he might want to play around with you first and make you beg for him, for his touch. He's rather impatient though, so it won't take long for him to give in. He'll give you everything you need, and more if you're up for it. Just say a word. Or don't. He knows your body well enough to know the answer.

Ritsu like the responsible man he is - definitely tracks your cycle. Mainly for health purposes, and in case you happen to forget. He anticipates each phase of your cycle, ready for everything. He won't tell you that cause he doesn't want you to feel bad or embarrassed, but he makes sure to leave his schedule a bit less packed, knowing you'll need him more. He won't make you wait too long even if something does pop up. He sees his as his responsibility to keep you satisfied. It's not the only reason of course. It's not just obligation. He genuinely loves keeping you happy, and himself in the process. Once he comes to see you he'll make sure to discreetly turn his phone off, so that there's no interruptions. Now his focus can be solely on you.

Tohma just loves seeing you frustrated and needy, having you wrapped around his little finger. He won't do anything to the point of upsetting you of course, but what's the fun without some games? He will rile you up in the most subtle ways only you will be able to understand. Seeing your flushed and pouty expression is enough of a reward for him. Speaking of rewards, he will make sure to give you what you want the most only after he makes sure you've been good for him, waiting patiently. If you weren't.. well, it's not like he will completely deny you. But he won't make it easy for you either, teasing you until you can't take it anymore and promise him you'll be good next time. Even though he knows you won't be. He clearly doesn't mind.

Luca is mature enough to understand your needs very well. He won't really tease or toy with you, thinking it's far too cruel even if you did consent. He wants to make sure he's the best boyfriend cause that's what you deserve. He loves and cherishes you, so he always tries to be there for you whenever you need him, including when you're feeling.. horny. He loves the fact that he can make you feel so good, and that you crave him this much. If only he's free he won't waste time and will come to see you, immediately taking you in his arms, humming how sweet you are as he slowly undresses you.

Kaito.. If you want him, you have him - simple as that. He doesn't really know how to behave the first couple of times it happens. He's all flustered, feeling like he's dreaming and melting into a mess under your gaze. He almost can't believe that you want him so much! He's both.. scared and turned on. Scared because he doesn't want to mess up with pleasing you. You can expect him to read countless articles about women, in secret of course. This is his chance so obviously he wants to make sure he's doing things properly! If you want to boost his confidence a little, don't hesitate and let him know how good he was making you feel last time. It will make his day, and yours as well. Because now he will make you feel even better.

Jin doesn't really think much about this initially. If anything, you're even harder to deal with right now... He's not entirely sure what to do and it takes him a while to get used to this side of yours. It's not like he's going to reject you but, it's almost hard to believe this is really you. Even more clingy and demanding, looking at his with a small pout when he doesn't give you his attention right away. Once he does grow used to it though, he sees it only as an advantage. He often needs to use a good stress relief, and it looks like you need some too, so it's a fair deal. Always making sure it stays within your boundaries though. He won't do anything you wouldn't want him to. So he does know just how far he can push you. And he enjoys the sounds you make, every single time.

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cimtee · 13 days ago

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Actually. Here’s a thing.

Below: all canon physical descriptors of the characters. That I remember. And likely some that are made up bc my brain doesn’t have a working file system.

If any of them are incorrect please do let me know! And if there is anything significant I missed out, let me know that too! It will be very helpful as I finalize their designs 🙏

To be clear, my intention is NOT to be canon patrol. I love love love seeing all the different interpretations of characters. They are all so wonderful and distinctive and personal.

My own design development has been based on given details + incorporation of my own ideas, imaginings, etc. (Oft they are self-indulgent too. Always fighting the urge to put freckles and diastemas and prominent noses on every single person I ever draw)

Without further ado. A masterpost of sorts.

Edits in blue!

Blue

Race/ethnicity unspecified (personally imagine her with Desi roots, through Maura ofc. Artemus is her Welsh half. Presumably. His DNA may just be chloroplasts…) See @transronanlynch’s reblog about this. Btw all these green edits are thanks to their infodumping I LOVE INFODUMPING

Short (5’?)

Brown eyes

Short dark uneven hair, often held in place with clips

Doesn’t shave

Both her and Maura are “compact, athletic, and hard to tip over.” Strong enough for the fair bit of manual labor she does on page

Weirdo clothes (affectionate). Lots of self-made or secondhand items and layering. Look at reblog for some specifics!

Gansey

Anglo-Saxon poster boy

Average height

Light brown hair

Hazel eyes

Contacts mostly, round gold wire-rims otherwise

Straight nose

Straight white teeth

High cheekbones. I think he’s even described as having a “regal” face structure but I could’ve pulled that outta my ass

Dimples!!! How did i forget to write this. I marked it as Extremely Important the moment i read about them

Tanned and fit. Described as muscular several times and was also on the rowing team, so at the very least his upper body is strong [I lied. I just read up on rower physique and they primarily work their lower body (core and legs). I’m sure Gansey’s got strong arms too tho]. Mentioned in trb that he has square shoulders actually!!

Good hair (usually styled)

Not very hairy, Ronan makes fun of him for not being able to grow a beard and Blue remarks as much at toga party

Golf club clothes fr🪦 often in brightly-colored polos. khaki slacks. boat shoes🪦🪦 fancy watch.

Adam

“White trash.” Really he is just some Creature

Tall and slim and “wiry” shoulders

He’s beautiful but it’s unconventional enough that he refuses to believe it

Dirt/sand colored hair that he cuts on his own (“close-cropped” in cdth. Nice. Always imagined he keeps it short for practicality)

Blue eyes

Tanned

“Barely there” eyebrows

Prominent cheekbones

Hands - yess all these are ringing a bell: they’re quite knobby, prominent knuckles and “thumbs that jut out boyishly” (still thnx Ronan for being rlly gay and supplying us with these highly important details)

Straight teeth (thnx Ronan?)

Alas the freckles are NOT canon but they might as well be

Secondhand uniform. Washed out/frayed. Always wears a cheap wind-up watch until he gives it to Opal in TRK. In TDT he has a dreamt watch that shows the time of wherever Ronan is

Casual: basic tees (infamous coca cola,, I think he looks so good in red tho) and jeans and cargos (wore a camo pair with the coke shirt). Has been described wearing boots. Probably sneakers too but I don’t remember a specific instance

Work: mechanic overalls for the most part. He’s often streaked and greasy from fixing cars

These three canon descriptors highly influence how I draw him: elegant, gaunt, sepia

Extra: He inherited Persephone’s tarot deck, whose cards are illustrated in pencil “vague, scratchy, and dark”

Ronan

Irish ancestry (again, presumably. He wasn’t exactly bred)

Tallest of the bunch. “Built” shoulders

Dark brown hair. Buzzed. Naturally curly

Icy/shark blue eyes

Pale skin

Thick brows

Misses one shave and looks like he crawled out of the backrooms (also affectionate)

Back tattoo (later: left arm)

Scars on forearms

Niall clone. They look the same

I believe Declan has been described with a Roman nose, and the Gray Man notes some of the brothers’ facial similarities, including their noses. In conclusion Ronan’s nose is arched in some sense. But in general his features are narrower/sharper than Declan’s.

Mostly black clothes. Tanks and jeans and boots and leather jackets (on the jackets: pretty sure he wears one in TDT when he’s on the run with Hennessy and Bryde. Also found a paper from when I first read trc that I wrote a bunch of descriptors on, and it said “has a biker jacket.” Not that I particularly trust my past self much). Leather bracelets that used to be Niall’s.

Incapable of wearing uniform properly. Loose tie, untucked shirt, just imagining him in the suit jacket is an atrocity

Noah

Czerny is a Slavic surname

Short

Pale. Light hair, eyes, and skin

Small eyes

Large ears yay!! I thought so but wasn’t sure enough to write it originally

Pointed, crooked nose (wonder if it was broken when he was killed?)

“Smudge” over his left cheekbone

Timid disposition, often slouching/making himself smaller. His hands often hang at his sides (it’s making me think of the typical socially-anxious “what do i do with my hands”)

Perpetually disheveled Aglionby uniform that is also perpetually on him

My guy wears Topsiders… (this makes sense but it also makes me uneasy. He’s a Vans kid in spirit. Is it even possible for him to change clothes, I have no idea. Weekends wearing Aglionby uniform would raise questions, but then again many other things should’ve raised questions too)

When he’s feeling particularly ghosty he becomes transparent/blurred/difficult to focus on. His eyes look dark and empty. The smudge on his cheek looks like an obvious injury.

Close to the end he starts lookin dead dead without Blue’s amplifying. I think bones n rotting flesh n stuff? “Soul threaded through naked bones.” Though I think what Blue perceives to be a terribly dead Noah is mainly metaphysical

Henry

Many thank to @robobee for all the Henry details (and some others above). I wrote this post at 3am and by the time I got down to Henry I was crashing out. I knew I had too little on him

Korean/Chinese

Tall!

“Glittering black hair.” Spiked but in a very deliberate Aglionby way idk

Can’t believe I for got the WICKED EYEBROWS they are literally my favorite part of his face to draw TT

And prominent cheek bones? What’s with all these boys and their chiseled faces

Wears showy clothing/accessories. “Snazzy jacket” I also could’ve sworn he wore Gucci glasses once but again my memory has a history of being fallible

Has been caught in HD in a Madonna tshirt

#the raven cycle #trc #maggie stiefvater #blue sargent #gansey #richard campbell gansey iii #adam parrish #ronan lynch #noah czerny #henry cheng #maybe this will be useful to other fanartists

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fanged-fanfics · 4 months ago

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Hi! I love your writing!

So can I request a Female reader that has megalo phobia and is a human ally of the autobots, but due to her phobia she's scared of them and refuses to stay close to them when they are in robot mode?

Have a nice day :D

☆ Size Problem — Autobots x Fem Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 You first met the Autobots in there vehicle forms, and even if it was a little awkward at times to talk to them that way, it was perfectly doable. But when they transformed and saw you react with fear, they got worried. They're here to help! There's no need to be afraid... it took you describing the phobia for them to fully understand

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus spends time working with the scientists, thinking of there maybe being a method to solving this. For the first few weeks, he simply talks to you only in vehicle form, and tries to block any transformed bots from your vision to attempt to help

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Bumblebee, being on the shorter side of the Autobots, tries to think of ways he could possibly make himself smaller. Whenever you come by, he tends to lay as flat on the ground as he can, trying to look more tiny. He'll even hide under something to try and achieve that

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Mirage sort of panics and goes invisible whenever you enter unexpectedly. You get really confused when he's suddenly gone, and he tells you from wherever he's standing that if you can't see him, then it should help! Of course then he's hyperaware of where you are to make sure he's at no risk of squishing you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Cliffjumper works out a walkie-talkie sort of communication system with you. That way, if he needs to be transformed, he can stay far away enough to not scare you while keeping conversations going

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ratchet is the one that actually remembers their most practical solution— holoforms. A form they can take that would make them considerably smaller and help your fear. Ratchet modifies and refines the forms, preparing them for everyone to be able to use so you can feel comfortable

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wheeljack wanted to go for a practical approach, but moreso in the opposite direction. He figured he could probably build you a mech suit that you could stand in to be the same size of them, solving the size issue! It took five explosions for him to give up, just in time for Ratchet's solution to be completed

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Hound was honestly pretty content to just have you travel around in his vehicle form. If he ever wanted a chat he'd just suggest you sit in the passenger seat and he could drive you around a bit while you hung out, though of course he was glad when he could speak to you naturally after the invention was done being refined

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whereispearlescentmoon · 6 months ago

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While I don’t generally subscribe to the idea that only winners get to remember the games, I can’t stop thinking about a Pearl who remembers Double Life going back to Hermitcraft and just… not being able to believe her friends when they say they love her anymore. And no one but Grian knows why. She trusts Scar and Grian and Tango, they treated her with kindness, but with everyone else who was in DL, there’s a sense of unease. They do not love her unconditionally, she knows that now. She’s more closed off from the rest of the Hermits than she was even when she joined on Season 8. And none of them know why.

It’s especially bad with Ren. Grian advises her that no one else remembers the games, but she can’t help but feel even more anger and resentment towards the whole King Ren thing than before. He’s not just the guy who’s forcing them all to do quests for worthless currency, or the guy putting up massive decrees that she vandalizes, he’s the guy who blamed her for something that wasn’t her fault, and then called her a demon with evil in her heart who causes death wherever she goes. And he doesn’t remember doing it. When they defeat him, she takes an extra moment to sneer at his severed head before handing to Gem for her dungeon.

It takes her weeks to look Cleo in the eye again. Cleo who was her tentative friend in Last Life, who hated her in Double Life, who called her unhinged and a crazy ex and asked if she was alright in a tone somewhere between fear and concern. Pearl pulls her for secret Santa and Cleo laughs at her gift and says she loves Pearl for it, and Pearl laughs too, not saying that she knows exactly how far Cleo can be pushed before she doesn’t love her anymore. But Cleo can tell she’s closed off. Cleo is confused by this, her and Pearl aren’t particularly close but she’s never wronged her before has she? She runs through all the interactions they’ve had on Hermitcraft and can’t find anywhere that may have caused Pearl to pull away.

Impulse is complicated. He never directly harmed her, but he had called her crazy. And he had killed her Tilly, her poor poor Tilly who she still wakes up reaching for even when more time has passed out of the game than she spent in it. Impulse is her neighbor and one of her best friends. Impulse calls Soup Group meetings and says Pearl and Gem are his best friends and that he loves them and Pearl struggles to believe him even when she knows that it’s still true to him. She knows he is capable of holding great hatred for her. Pearl may have won the fight but she still knows the feeling of Impulse’s sword cutting into her skin, his voice reminding her that’s she’s alone.

And then Scar wins Secret Life and he remembers. And that’s alright with Pearl because him and Grian had been kind to her. Scar actually apologizes to her for burning down the frogs on her and BigB’s tower and she had never realized how much she wanted someone to apologize to her before that. But it’s the wrong game. She hasn’t cared as much about what people had done in this one. Scar hadn’t ever hurt her the way others had. Pearl thanks him but says it’s not necessary. She says she’s sorry for the whole blowing the terrain up thing. They all do things they regret in the games.

And then Cleo wins Reals Life and that’s a whole other can of worms because of all the people who Pearl didn’t want to remember the games, the person who she keeps killing would be number one. Cleo doesn’t seem as affected by it as Pearl, though. But there’s an edge to her now that wasn’t there before. A genuine distress behind the thick layer of sarcasm. She clings to Scar initially, and Pearl understands. She wishes she had BigB or that any of her Mounders remembered. She has Grian and Scar, but they were late additions to the Nosey Neighbors and Mounders respectively. It’s not the same. She’s glad Cleo gets to have her Clocker back.

It takes a few weeks, but Cleo apologizes to Pearl for what she did in Double Life. She says she doesn’t know what was wrong with her, that they didn’t believe anything they said, it just felt right to say it in the moment. It’s not an excuse they say, and they’re so sorry. They had been avoiding Pearl because they felt bad and they felt hurt by everything.

It’s everything Pearl has ever wanted to hear and it hurts more to hear it than anything else. She doesn’t want this apology two years later. She’s moved on (no she hasn’t). But Pearl thanks her for it, and gives an apology in turn. She says she’s sorry for leaving for the nether in Double Life (she isn’t, but she should still say it), sorry that they always end up betraying each other, sorry that she keeps killing her. She says she loves Cleo and wants them to get along and Cleo agrees. They both promise to stand by each other in the next game, and they do.

And then Joel wins Wild Life and he remembers and Pearl doesn’t know what to do with their history. Does she say she’s sorry for the way she killed him in Last Life? Does she try to explain that she was going to return his chest plate in Double Life before he killed her? Does she avoid him, let him cool off from their rivalry in Wild Life? But instead the conversation they have is mostly about Secret Life, oddly enough. She goes to him and he tackles her in a hug. He thanks her, and she’s taken aback, but he remembers how much she had wanted him to get to the end in Secret Life. Mounders for life, right? Pearl has forgotten that even though the games cause great pain, there are moments of great joy for her too.

She thinks, maybe, that if people’s first instinct when they remember is to apologize, is to thank her, is to love her, then maybe Double Life isn’t a sign that they don’t actually want her. Maybe it’s just a sign that the games suck.

#rambling #fic #pearlescentmoon #life series #double life smp #secret life smp #wild life smp

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fatuismooches · 2 years ago

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a lesson in forgiveness.

The puppet’s plan to save you by deleting himself from the world did not work. You were dead and would remain dead for all of eternity. You were never to be given a second chance, yet he received one, now going by the name Wanderer.

Wanderer had begun to heal, very, very slowly from not only your death but his own past life with the help of the Dendro Archon, but there was not a day where Wanderer didn’t think of you. Sometimes for a little while, sometimes for a long time. Though Wanderer had always kept your gift close to him. The comb you had given him had endured throughout time, not without challenges though. You had given it to him as a good luck charm before he set off on that fateful day. Some of the teeth had been chipped or even broken off. Wanderer always treated it with the utmost care, but time is everything’s greatest enemy, even to immortals.

More recently, Wanderer had decided to create a small doll of you. It was necessary for him, it was a way to cope and come to terms with your death. He remembers centuries ago, you said you had always wanted to see the world. To leave the little village you called home and see Teyvat for yourself. It’s not the same, but perhaps this could be some sort of atonement for letting you die. You’ll be able to see the beautiful sights that he sees with him. Maybe that would make you happy, wherever you were. He would not tell anyone how much time he put into it, for it was an embarrassingly long time. Every stitch and every detail was planned carefully, even making multiple pairs of clothing for you. He didn’t often use them though, but perhaps it was a way to keep his mind off other things.

Nowadays, Lesser Lord Kusanali had begun to assign him to some bothersome tasks, which he reluctantly carried out. Though, it was mostly a front. He didn’t mind as much as he grunted and scoffed about it. And, Wanderer knows without a doubt that you would adore Nahida. So, he really didn’t mind being the Archons’s shadow. Ah, and the Aranara too, you would absolutely fawn over them. If he was Kabukimono, he would too.

But right now he was taking a break at his usual local cafe. This had become a sort of routine for Wanderer. It was nothing out of the ordinary now. Plus, the coffee here was not bad. The puppet was enjoying his solitude, away from the noise of others when a voice broke his tranquility.

“Hello, is this seat taken?” Wanderer's eyebrow twitched at the disturbance. Couldn’t this person read the room? He thought it would be quite obvious that he preferred to be left alone. He cracked an eyebrow open to retort the person but the sight of them made every part of his body freeze up, and the words died in his throat. This couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. If he were holding his cup of coffee, he would have dropped it.

For you were standing in front of him again.

There were not many times Wanderer has been left speechless, for he always has some kind of response to everything, but not this time. What could he say, when confronted with the love of his life after over four hundred years of their death?

“Hello?” You tilted your head, beckoning for a reply. A nervous but genuine smile eased its way onto your lips. “Would you mind if I sat here with you?” Wanderer forced himself to regain his composure.

“…Do what you want.” That came out harsher than the puppet wanted it to, but his stern way of speaking had long been the norm for him.

“Okay, thanks,” you smiled once again, tension in your shoulders leaving as you pulled out the chair. That smile of yours. That smile was all too familiar. Every part of his body was debating the possibility of this being you. Oh, how he longed for it to be you, but he couldn’t be sure that this was you. It must be just an uncanny resemblance to the you from centuries ago. Because you, [Name], were dead, and you were never coming back.

You began to search through your bag, looking for something. He got a peak of the contents, and there lay some Lavender Melon wrapped up to savor later for a snack. He gritted his teeth at the similarities before deciding to study you more. Your clothes had traditional aspects of Inazuma but also incorporated some styles from Sumeru. Perhaps you were on a trip? His question wasn’t left unanswered for long.

“You know, this is my first day in Sumeru. It’s so much bigger and livelier than I thought,” you hummed happily. “So I thought, the first thing I should do was try some of the local food! I heard it’s quite delicious,” you grinned again finding the Mora pouch in your bag. Then a look of realization appeared on your face. “Oh! How silly of me, rambling to a complete stranger. I’m [Name], by the way.”

[Name].

[Name]. The name that had haunted and lingered with him for so long, had come back to the present day. Wanderer’s breath hitched as he could not help but feel a wave of emotions at the reality of the situation. You were back. You were alive again, happy and smiling, looking as if nothing had changed at all. Granted, there were still a few small differences from your past self, but it was wholly and authentically you. [Name]. There was no denying it, and he found himself boring his eyes into your figure. You were still so pretty, so attractive, your beauty not changing throughout time. The way you furrowed your eyebrows as you read through the menu, licking your lips in anticipation of digging into some yummy cuisine.

Wanderer wonders if you still like to cook, the same way the old you loved to. He wonders if you’ll recognize the techniques the old you taught him, how to cut and peel vegetables. Wanderer does it with ease now, no longer cutting his fingers clumsily as Kabukimono did. He wonders if you’d like his own cooking. Much of his knowledge of cooking came from you. He wants to see your face light up in excitement as you relish and praise him for how good he’s gotten without you. If he cooked you the same foods you ate together from those days, how would you react? If he showed you the comb, would you remember? If you remembered, would you forgive him for how he let you die all those years ago? Wanderer’s mind was overloaded with questions.

He had gone through unspeakable things, but he was extremely strong now, at least stronger than Kabukimono. Wanderer thinks you’ll never be hurt ever again, not by any Treasure Hoarders, Fatui, Kairagi, Nobushi, Hilichurls, or whatever other monsters Teyvat has to offer. No, so long as he watched over you from afar, you would never be injured. But, he questions himself, does he truly deserve this opportunity? No, the better question was, do you deserve to have to deal with him, with him being the person he is now? You looked perfectly fine without him, oblivious to the way he had been suffering for so long after your death. Oblivious to the sins that coated his hands. At the very least, you didn’t meet him while he was Scaramouche. He probably would not have been a good lover to you back then. Your voice interrupted his thoughts.

“This is my first time trying Sumeru’s coffee. Is it good?” His chest panged once again at how similar your words were spoken now as compared to a few hundred years ago. Wanderer remembers the exact moment, in the bath when you spoke about trying Sumeru’s coffee with him, as if it was yesterday…

“It’s alright,” Wanderer kept his tone neutral despite his thoughts.

“Oh really? Is it bitter or sweet?”

“Neither, it is a good balance. But… I always ask for mine to be extra bitter,” Wanderer admitted to you. Normally, he would never have even entertained a conversation with a stranger, but in a way, you were not a stranger to him.

“Extra bitter, huh? And that doesn’t bother you? Interesting,” you smiled, gaining interest in the conversation as you leaned in closer to him. “I don’t think I could ever handle that!” Wanderer knew that already. In Tatarasuna, you could never stomach the taste of such bitterness. Another look of realization crossed your face as you giggled to yourself.

“It just hit me, I introduced myself but I never asked you. What’s your name?” You smiled once again beautifully, Sumeru’s sun illuminating your features. Wanderer etched your expression forever into his mind before he spoke.

“Just call me… Hat Guy,” Wanderer did not know why he chose to say that name out of all, and he had to stop himself from cringing at himself.

“H-Hat Guy…?” You repeated. You were dead silent for a few seconds before you erupted in laughter, which sounded oh-so-familiar to him, and made his ‘heart’ sing. Your hand flew to your mouth in an attempt to muffle your giggles. “Ah- ahahaha! I didn’t take you for a guy who likes to joke!”

Wanderer didn’t know how things would go from here, but as the wind carried your laugh away, he felt truly at peace after a very, very long time.

lesson 1. lesson 2. lesson 3. lesson 4. lesson 5. lesson 6. lesson 7. lesson 8. lesson 9. lesson 10. bonus lesson.

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daughterofthesunlands · 5 months ago

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Blessings

a short story about Gil-galad in the Valley of Imladris.

A day and two nights had passed since he had led Eregion's survivors down into the valley of Imladris. While Galadriel recovered from her deadly wound, Elrond and Arondir tended to the soldiers, mothers and their children, who would soon join his people in Lindon.

The High-King himself had found nor sought rest in those two days. In fact, he had isolated himself from the rest, even Elrond, sought a high hill and stood watch by its cliff.

Somehow, for whatever reason, he always sought out solitude, wherever he found himself.

The second night, Elrond had surprised him when he appeared out of the nightly shadow of the woods.

"High King."

He turned only slightly to peek over his shoulder as he heard his voice.

"Why won't you rest? I can keep watch in your stead."

"No," he breathed gently, before he turned his head again. "I'm the King. I need to keep watch over my people. As vulnerable as they are, now more than before. And you, as one of my subjects, should also be resting."

Elrond lowered his head, a weak smile tugging at the corner of his lips, before he looked up again, this time lifting his eyes up enough to gaze at the stars in the night sky.

"...even in Lindon you act as though the sun never sets, High King." he said, stepping closer.

"The High tree, always keeping you company."

"I consider it a blessing," Ereinion replied, this time turning some more to meet Elrond's eyes. "to be able to watch over Elvenkind. I do not take it for granted."

"When the Varda created the stars as our kind slept, we awoke to their light as a blessing from them. ... I like to believe that rest is when blessings befall us." the Herald almost whispered the last words, before he lowered his eyes back onto his King.

"Good night, my King."

He heard the elf retreat back into the forest. Just as he did, a gentle breeze found the cliff. Briefly, he closed his eyes and exhaled as the winds combed through his hair.

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The sun rose after what to him seemed only hours after.

Soon, his fixated gaze on the end of the trees that surrounded the valley broke, as the people awoke and began to grow lively with noise. As he watched them move about, he began to toy with the idea to come down from the hill. He loved his subjects, but he never had been keen to interact too much with them. In his first century as King, he had been advised to act so. He remembered it being difficult at first. Then, with time, he began to crave company less.

Now, it almost seemed an almost strange need if he ponders on it for too long. Its memory, almost completely eroded. He had long forgotten how to soften his rigid ways. Children mostly, called forth in him feelings of timidness. He never knew how to deal with them...he'd accepted that he never would.

The sudden loud sound of the people pulled him out of his mind. As his eyes found them again, he realized what had caused them to cheer: The dwarves had arrived with food. He rose from the trunk he'd sat on and began to make his descent back into the valley.

As he arrived, the Elven children were still running out of their tents to join the dwarven soldiers, who were generously filling their little hands with bread and fruit. Elrond was beside them, handing out covers and blankets to the mothers, wielding a smile Gil-galad thought he would never see again.

The King gently found his way through the children, trying to ignore the smallest as they suddenly stood still and stared at him as he moved on, towering over them. As he advanced, Elrond saw him out of the corner of his eye, and he too halted, overcome with surprise.

Narvi, who had come, followed Elrond's eyes. And when he did, he, too, found the King.

Gil-galad meet the dwarf's eyes only for an instant, before he diverted his eyes and bowed his head.

"Thank you for coming to our aid in this time."

Narvi looked at Elrond, before he nodded, bowing in turn.

"The King and the Queen told me to let you know to only ask if your people require more of our aid, your Highness."

"We will be forever grateful."

Narvi extended an apple to him. He took it, nodding as a weak smile appeared on his lips. As he lowered his eyes, he startled as he met the dozen little pairs of eyes that had fixated him, looking up at him as if he was a strange creature that had appeared among them and had drawn them in by his aura. By his foot stood a very young girl with a head full of red curls, holding onto a bitten plum that seemed so big between her small hands. When their eyes met, a smile appeared on her face.

He in turn diverted his eyes almost timidly, clearing his throat before he slowly backed away and turned to make his way back. Narvi watched in bewilderment as something in the tall and strong Elven King suddenly shifted.

The children turned their heads and followed him with their eyes as he silently walked away, growing smaller in the distance.

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He'd long passed the last tent. As he'd walked, he'd suddenly found himself overcome by exhaustion. He had not noticed that the grass had begun to grow everso taller and that flowers had begun to appear like colourful dots in the green sea he was crossing, until it reached his knees. All his eyes acknowledged were the Oak tree, that grew everso closer. Its comforting shade called his name.

When he reached it, he found soft moss at its roots.

He exhaled, looking over his shoulder. He could still see the tents.

He could keep watch from here.

So he put down his sword first, laying it into the moss, before he lowered himself against the trunk of the old tree. His eyes remained open...until they did not. The wind and the bird's sounded in his ears, until he suddenly heard them no longer. Slumber claimed the Elven King. The apple he had held onto rolled out of his grasp, into the low grass that surrounded the tree's roots.

Silence reigned for a long moment, when the high grass suddenly rustled.

It was silent enough not to wake him.

Out came the little girl with the red hair. Out of breath, she halted as she saw him asleep against the tall, old tree.

In her little hands, she carried only the heads of various flowers she had picked on the way, as she had silently followed him.

Almost too many to hold all by herself.

Her eyes wandered over his Face. Strands of his long brown hair moved from the kind wind. His brows were relaxed, and his face was gentle.

She then noticed the hand the apple had rolled out of. It made her remember picking flowers and giving them to her father to carry when hey took walks in the forest that lay not far out from Eregion. Her father's hands had always been big enough to carry all the petals she had found.

She had not seen him since they left the city.

She approached him almost carelessly, coming to a stand right next to him, before she knelt into the grass, sitting down. She emptied her hands into the grass, before she then picked up the first flower head, an oxeye daisy, and let it fall into his open hand. Carefully, she looked up to study his face to see if he'd awoken.

When he hadn't, she took one after the next and placed it in his hand, until he, in the end, held the colourful heap of them. When she was finished, she clumsily took the apple and took a bite, looking around and listening to the sounds of the forest behind them.

Her eyes found him again. His eyes were still closed.

Slowly she got up, dropping the apple as she did, and walked back into the grass, only to return with a daisy she had this time picked by its stem. She looked at his hand full of flowers.

There was no more space left to place this one.

So she placed it into the King's lap.

It was the gentle brush of her fingers against his thigh that made his eyes move behind his lids and his slowed breath liven again. The little girl startled at his sudden movement, and ran away, back towards the other children.

As Ereinion's eyes fluttered open, he saw the tall grass move.

Only after did the sensation of the weight in his hand make him shift his eyes, to find that the apple he had been given by Narvi had been bitten.

And that blessings had befallen him as he had rested.

Wordcount: 1.509 words Characters: Ereinion Gil-galad, Elrond & Narvi Location: Imladris

Just something sweet I thought writing about for weeks now. :)

#the rings of power #tolkien #rings of power #ereinion gil galad #gil galad #elrond peredhel #elrond #narvi #imladris #lotr trop #lotr #fanfiction #writing #my writing #forgive any typos pls

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laursdomain · 2 months ago

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wherever you go, that's where i'll follow

pairing: bodhi durran & xaden riorson

genre: angst

synopsis: Bodhi is Xaden’s right hand, which has been in place since they were children. With new developments, Xaden is attempting to change what has been planned for them by their parents. Bodhi, who hates change, can’t help but fight back against his cousin.

warnings: fighting, cursing, brother!xaden, xaden and bodhi argue, takes place in OS, happy ending!

w/c: 3.0k

a/n: song ➳ die with a smile by lady gaga & bruno mars; happy bodhi week! here's my take on day 1: right hand! @empyreanevents

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“You go where he goes, that’s an order.”

Bodhi’s father’s words ring inside his head, like a mantra. He may have said those words to him at the ripe age of eight, but he stays true to those words as a twenty-two year old. Bodhi walks the halls of Riorson House, taking the familiar route to Xaden’s room. Xaden and Violet’s room. He was happy to be back at Aretia temporarily, even if Violet was unsure if she belonged in Xaden’s room. She always belonged. Xaden was back, and even though Bodhi didn’t want to interrupt his solace, he had no choice.

i, i just woke up from a dream

His feet plant themselves in front of the door, remembering all the times he would sneak out of bed as a child, practically running to Xaden’s door whenever he’d have a bad dream. He knocks, using the secret code Garrick came up for the three of them when they were ten.

The door flies open, revealing his older cousin. Without hesitating, Xaden pulls his younger cousin into the room, closing the door behind him. Bodhi knew Violet wouldn’t be in here, being her section leader had its advantages. He mentally checks second squad’s schedule, realizing she is at runes class.

Bodhi’s gaze analyzes his cousin, acknowledging the way his body stays tense, keeping his fists balled at his sides. Bodhi wasn’t disgusted by the fact that he’s now a venin initiate, he could never feel that way about his cousin. Though, it did upset him that Xaden felt the way he did.

“You did good,” Xaden acknowledges, though what he was acknowledging fell short to Bodhi.

Bodhi raises a brow, clearly confused. “On?”

Xaden rolls his eyes, as if what he was talking about was incredibly obvious. “Speaking on my behalf while I was recovering.”

Bodhi’s mouth forms an O shape, realizing what he meant. Thinking like Xaden has become second nature to Bodhi, being around him consistently since birth gave him that advantage. Even Garrick knows how to think like Xaden, that’s how much the two have been around their best friend.

“Who told you that?” Bodhi inquired, curious on who was praising him. He assumed it was Lewellen, having to speak through the Duke simply because Bodhi himself didn’t have any authority to be in the room.

“Brennan and Lewellen,” Xaden answers, and it shocks Bodhi to hear the oldest Sorrengail’s name. He didn’t think he had impressed Brennan Sorrengail, but he gladly accepted it with open arms.

nobody's promised tomorrow

“It got me thinking,” Xaden speaks again, meeting his cousin’s chocolate brown eyes. Bodhi doesn’t speak, simply gestures with his eyes for Xaden to continue. “You’re going to start training. In case you have to take over.”

Bodhi furrows his brows, why in Amari’s name would Xaden say that? Bodhi knew of the thoughts his cousin has been having, the thoughts of not being able to survive being an initiate. Xaden had confided in Garrick and Bodhi before the last time he slipped up, unsure if he could truly make it through. Bodhi knew this, but he wouldn’t let his cousin do it alone.

“I’m not taking over,” Bodhi responds, deadpanning at his cousin.

“You don’t have a choice. It has to stay in our family.”

“Then marry Violet,” Bodhi thought it was the most obvious route. Violet would be safe under Tyrrendor, the province would still be in their family, and Xaden would be married to the love of his life. Easy.

“It’s not that easy,” Xaden glares at his cousin, annoyance biting his tone at how stubborn he was being. Another annoying trait they shared. “There isn’t a temple in the Continent that would officiate a marriage between a venin and anyone else.”

Bodhi goes to retort, only to realize he has a point. No priestess in their right mind would do that, let alone allow a venin inside their temple. But that doesn’t mean he wanted to take over.

like it's the last night

Bodhi sighs, “if I train, will that ease your worries?”

“Yes,” Xaden whispers, a trace of vulnerability intertwined with his words. Bodhi noticed it, and it slightly broke his heart at the sound of it. He can’t recall the last time he heard or saw his cousin vulnerable, and he didn’t like it. Not one bit.

“Then I’ll train,” Bodhi agrees, seeing the way his cousin smiles in gratitude at his words.

It's only been three days of training, and Bodhi already wants to quit. It’s not that he doesn’t want to do this for his cousin. He’s sure if his mother could say something to him now, it’d be to suck it up. He did always admire the way she could withstand Uncle Fen’s antics. The antics Xaden also possessed.

“You’re brooding,” Imogen comments from her spot across from him. She came into his room two hours ago, not saying a word as she sat at the edge of his bed. She throws her dagger in the air, catching it. She’s been doing that for thirty minutes now. When Bodhi doesn’t comment as he usually does, she follows up, “penny for your thoughts?”

Bodhi sighs out, trying to let out some of the tension that has been building up since he returned from training. “Xaden wants me to be his heir.”

“You’ve always been his heir,” Imogen retorts, giving her friend a look.

“We’ve only had the province for a couple of months.”

“So? You’re his cousin, everything falls back on you. You know that.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to be his fucking heir,” Bodhi snaps, though he doesn’t apologize to the girl. Their friendship was easy like that–they were always able to vent to one another about their stresses. She knew Bodhi’s issues with being Xaden’s shadow too well, and knew how Bodhi felt about being his backup.

“I know, but Xaden doesn’t know that. Even if you told him, his skull is too thick to process it.”

Under different circumstances, Bodhi would’ve laughed. Instead, the amusement falls short, getting lost in his thoughts again.

Imogen looks at her friend, a sympathetic look written on her face. It was a stark contrast to her usual demeanor, but she couldn’t help it when it came to Bodhi. “You’d make a great duke, physically at least.”

Bodhi cocks a brow, “are you complimenting me, Imogen Cardulo?”

“I’m just pointing out the obvious,” Imogen teases. “Xaden needs someone pretty enough to distract Navarre while he’s gone.”

A dry chuckle escapes Bodhi’s lips, amused at the thought. “You may have a point.”

“I always have a point,” she retorts back, though it holds no bite.

Bodhi opens his mouth to argue against the pink-haired girl, but before he can get a word in, the alarms are blaring throughout Riorson House. The alarm that Xaden had implemented into their security in the event that wyvern and venin finally invaded their province. Imogen and Bodhi share a look, quickly grabbing their weapons before dashing down the halls, making it to the lobby where a swarm of riders and fliers stand, waiting for instructions.

Imogen abandons Bodhi to find her squad, knowing her place is with them. If she is needed by Xaden, he’ll come get her. Bodhi slides through the bodies blocking his path, shortening the distance between himself and his cousin, who stands with Violet.

if the party was over and our time on Earth was through

When he finally makes it to his cousin, he speaks over the chattering cadets around them, “I’m coming with you.”

“Fuck no,” Xaden narrows his eyes at his cousin. “You are going to go hide in the deepest part of this fucking house until this is all over.”

“But–” Bodhi begins to argue, though his cousin doesn’t let him get a word in.

Xaden grips the back of Bodhi’s neck, holding him there. “You have to survive, for both of us. For both our families’ sake. If I don’t survive, She needs to stay with us.” He refers to Tyrrendor, and despite Bodhi’s protests, he knows he won’t win.

“Someone needs to have your back, Garrick isn’t here.” Bodhi points out, referring to their absent best friend who is at an outpost.

“I have Sgaeyl,” Xaden assures him. He holds Bodhi’s stare, demanding that he backs down from this argument. Bodhi relents, nodding as he turns around, running up the stairs as he finds the deepest room in their house.

If there’s anything Bodhi Durran hates more, it’s being a sitting duck. He couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong, but he couldn’t quite place what it was. He itched to leave the house, fly on Cuir to Xaden’s side, to ensure that his cousin was safe and sound. Alas, he knows he’d be in for it if he disobeyed Xaden’s direct order.

“You go where he goes, that’s an order.” His father’s voice filled his head, as it always does in these situations. Bodhi felt conflicted, on one hand he didn’t want to disobey Xaden’s orders, but on the other hand–he couldn’t bring himself to disappoint his dead father.

“How willing are you to feel Sgaeyl’s wrath?” Bodhi opens his bond with his green dragon, Cuir, welcoming the familiar warmth.

“I only answer to you.” Cuir quips back, his voice soothing over Bodhi’s mind like a comforting blanket.

Cuir’s answer was enough for Bodhi. Bodhi can handle Xaden’s scolding, but Sgaeyl is on another level. He was terrified of the blue dragon, she always radiated dominance, just like Tairn. He always assumed the other dragons respected the two as if they were their leaders. They probably were.

“I’ll be outside in three minutes.”

Cuir huffs, “race you.”

Bodhi managed to be outside in two minutes, but Cuir being the green he is–was already outside waiting the moment Bodhi opened their bond. Bodhi sits comfortably on his dragon, savoring the feeling of the wind running through his curly hair as they dash their way through the sky, making their way to the frontlines where Xaden and Sgaeyl currently reside.

if the world was ending, i'd wanna be next to you

A wyvern chases Sgaeyl, practically on her tail as she desperately tries to put distance between herself and the ugly beast. “Hold tight,” Cuir warns Bodhi as he speeds up, barrelling into the ugly beast as Cuir’s jaws lock onto the wyvern’s neck.

Cuir slams the wyvern into a nearby rock wall, using the force of it to deepen his teeth into the wyvern's neck. His strength doesn’t falter, not stopping until the beast becomes limp in Cuir’s jaw. Cuir releases his strong grip on the dead wyvern, watching with satisfaction as it falls down onto the grass.

“Didn’t even put up a good fight, tragic.” Cuir comments, golden eyes watching the dead carcass.

“You did attack it from behind,” Bodhi retorts, internally shaking his head at his dragon.

“From the side,” he corrects, huffing smoke. “Incoming.”

As if on cue, Sgaeyl stops short before Cuir and Bodhi, glaring her golden eyes at the green dragon. Bodhi has no idea what conversation they are having, nor does he want to know.

“I thought I told you to stay home,” Xaden yells over the wind, anger overtaking his hardened features.

“I just helped you, and you’re yelling at me?” Bodhi retorts, glaring at his cousin.

“I gave you an order,” Xaden narrows his gaze.

“I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again.” Bodhi holds Xaden’s stare, “I’m your right-fucking-hand. Not your backup. End of discussion.”

Xaden is on the verge of retorting when he realizes the new wave of wyvern coming their way. This doesn’t mean he’s no longer upset with Bodhi, in fact he’s already preparing a colorful speech for him when this fight is over. He doesn’t say a word, promptly flying away on Sgaeyl as they head towards two wyvern heading towards them from the east. Bodhi takes that as a sign to stay, directing Cuir to head towards the wyvern coming from the north.

Taking down the first wyvern was quick. According to Cuir, it was no match for them. Taking down the venin atop of the second wyvern? Completely different story. The venin had possession of fire wielding, taking immense pleasure in throwing fireballs at Cuir and Bodhi every second to keep them from getting too close. Bodhi would have to think of another way, his own signet wasn’t powerful enough to extinguish venin signets, only human ones.

Out of nowhere, the wyvern barrels into Cuir, throwing them off course as they crash into the ground. Bodhi quickly regains his composure, unaffected by the force of the hit, internally thanking Cuir for cushioning his fall.

“Are you okay?” Bodhi quickly sends down the bond, scanning Cuir for any injuries.

“Yes,” he answers, his voice holding its usual strength. “Give me a minute.”

ooh, lost, lost in the words that we scream

They didn’t have a minute. Bodhi predicted they had maybe ten seconds before the venin absorbs everything within proximity once it touches the ground. The venin slides down the leg of the wyvern, peering at Bodhi. Why wasn’t he channeling?

The venin bares his teeth, the pearly whites an interesting contrast to the red veins that bulge from his eyes. “You’re probably wondering why I haven’t channeled yet.”

Bodhi stands, straightening his posture. “Because you’re a coward?”

A laugh slithers out of the venin’s mouth, the sound as ugly as him. “No, I have a challenge for you.”

Bodhi tilts his head in confusion, gesturing for him to continue.

“Take me down with no signets. It’s not like yours would be useful anyways.”

Bodhi clenches his jaw, trying his best to not retort at the way he disrespected his signet. “Deal.”

“Are you stupid?” Cuir hisses, still seemingly trying to recover.

“I can do this, focus on recovering.” Bodhi argues back, slamming his shields up to properly focus.

Bodhi unsheathes one of his alloy-hilted daggers, clutching it as he waits. He’s never the one to make the first move, no matter what enemy he was facing. And he most certainly wasn’t going to change that for a venin.

The venin clutches his own dagger, though Bodhi can see the pride gleaning in his eyes. The fucker knows he doesn’t need any weapon, he is a weapon. That doesn’t falter Bodhi’s confidence, he would survive.

Finally, the venin lunges forward, attempting to catch Bodhi off guard. He fails, quickly sidestepping before throwing his entire body weight onto the venin. Bodhi goes to kick the dagger out of his hand, but the venin is too quick. He knew Bodhi was going to do that, and he hated that. The venin scrambles to his feet, anger overtaking his features. Bodhi wondered how long he could play this game until his patience wore thin. Until the venin decided to just channel from the ground to quickly kill the rider and his dragon.

Bodhi is the one who attacks this time. With years of training under his belt, he lunges forward, quickly spinning around once the venin dodges. They continue this dance for what feels like too long, and Bodhi is the one becoming impatient. It shouldn’t be this hard. He recognized the venin’s fighting the moment he lunged first, hating how quickly he registered it. It was the fighting style taught in the infantry quadrant, and the only reason he knew that was because he spent years watching his own father spar with Fen Riorson, the two surviving infantry together.

It wasn’t long before the venin found a small vulnerability within Bodhi. He was unguarded on his left side, and he instantly took advantage. The venin lunged, pretending to aim for Bodhi’s midsection. As he predicted, Bodhi sidestepped, giving the venin the ability to jab the hilt of his dagger into Bodhi’s side. Bodhi cries out in pain, falling to the ground. The venin kicks Bodhi’s alloy-hilted dagger out of his hand, stripping him of his weapon. Bodhi quickly realizes it was only the hilt, meaning he’d only have a nasty bruise the next morning, but gods, did he have strength.

The venin raises his dagger, ready to plunge it into Bodhi’s neck, pride still swimming in his eyes at his victory. “You put up a good fight, rider. Now, stay goodbye.”

right next to you

A deep voice behind the venin freezes him in place. Bodhi glances behind his enemy, eyes widening.

“Get your fucking hands off my cousin,” Xaden’s voice is full of venom, anger gleaning in his eyes. Shadows pool at his feet, and Bodhi worries only for a millisecond that Xaden may slip.

Before the venin can even turn around, shadows wrap around his pale body, slithering around his neck as he’s lifted into the air. The shadows begin tightening, cutting off his air flow as Xaden gives him a slow and painful death. To finish him off, Xaden flicks an alloy-hilted dagger in his direction, landing right in his heart, the corpse crumbling to dust.

Xaden’s shadows leave the corpse, returning to his feet. He’s quick to shorten the distance between him and his younger cousin, promptly pulling him to his feet. Bodhi doesn’t have time to react before Xaden forces him into a hug, feeling the anger and tension from his older cousin slowly dissipating. Bodhi may be utterly confused, but he gladly accepts the embrace. Xaden pulls Bodhi out of their hug, keeping a firm grip at the back of his neck.

i'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile

“You are my right hand,” Xaden’s words are a firm statement, onyx eyes boring into Bodhi’s brown ones. “But you are still my cousin, and I will not allow you to die. Ever. We will survive this war together, and it isn’t until Malek takes you when you are old and wrinkly you will be allowed to go. You are not permitted to die on a battlefield in which you follow me to. Do you understand?”

Bodhi smiles, eyes crinkling. “Yes. I understand.”

Xaden nods, eyes softening before pulling his cousin into another hug. Bodhi can’t help but feel like a child, hugging his cousin tight at the acceptance of being his right hand, no longer being burdened as his backup. He burrows his head into Xaden’s neck, enjoying one of the rare hugs he gets from his cousin.

If he will die in this war, it’ll be by his last living relative’s side. That is Bodhi’s order, nobody else's. Not Xaden’s, and most certainly not his father’s.

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justanoasisimagines · 9 months ago

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Summary; Being Pirate Jack has heard plenty of stories, most he only paid half attention to. However, when he sees your scars for the first time, he's never paid more attention. Pairing; Captain Jack Sparrow x Female Reader WordCount; 1,395 Requested by; Anon A/N; Requests are open for everything except fics! Credit to cafekitsune for the ban rand the divider!

Jack knew you were something special from the moment he laid eyes on you. The Black Pearl had docked to gather supplies, Jack had been in search of some rum and a place to rest his head.

His boots clinked on the wooden flooring as he pushed open the large doors. Greeted by several familiar faces, he greeted them accordingly. Yet his eyes fluttered to the woman in the corner.

Your crimson red shirt sculpted your body perfectly, Your sleeves pulled up, revealing several intricate bracelets leading down to hands adorned with beautiful multi-gemmed rings. Jack remained frozen in the spot, as he examined you. There weren't many female pirates, many preferred to hide, yet you were bold as brass.

"Oi, who's that?" Jack questioned as he swayed toward the closest table possible.

"That's Captain Y/N, got a bit of a name around these parts. Captain of the Troubled Oak. She's a good Captain, fair, but if ya cross her, she'll cut ya down before ya can blink."

Jack smirked, as he raised himself from his chair, stealing a bottle from a nearby table, a large gulp later, Jack prepared to flatter and win you over. Jack needed to know you, surprised you had not already graced paths.

"Ello love my name's Jack, Captain Jack Sparrow." You glanced up eyes twinkling in the candlelight, mischief written on your smirk. Jack mirrored your expression as he moved to sit across from you.

"I've heard all about you, Captain Sparrow. What is it you want?"

"To get to know you love that's all."

From that moment, Jack appeared to follow you wherever you went. He sailed where you sailed, sought out the same treasure. Although for the first time in Jack's life he wasn't interested in fine jewels and gold coins.

You became the treasure Jack desired the most. Almost as much as he desired to Captain the Black Pearl.

Almost.

"If I didn't know any better I would think you were following me?" You questioned as you jumped down from a nearby rock. Jack smirked as the sand kicked up and landed.

"I wouldn't have to keep following you love if you'd join me." The two of you circled each other, challenging one another to see who would fold first.

"I've told you Jack, I'm not giving up the Troubled Oak. I've worked too hard to get where I am." Jack closed the gap between you, snaking an arm around your waist, and pulling you close.

"Then don't. See I've been thinking, perhaps neither one of us has to give up our beloved ships. We could join forces. Think about it. We'd be unstoppable, you and I."

An eyebrow raised questioning Jack's idea. Was he not remembering the one crucial detail?

"What shall we do? Shout at each other across ships?" Jack brought his mouth millimeters away from your own.

"We flip a coin and take it turns to Captain a ship. See I've thought of everything." With a roll of your eyes, not willing to fuel Jack's ego you were met with a raised eyebrow.

"So what do you say, love? Sail the seven seas beside me?"

You and Jack sailed the seas together as one united source, the stories already began to spread. One day the stories would become legends when no one alive was able to confirm.

If you had questioned Jack, he would tell you he'd never been in love with another person before. He loved rum, treasure and the Black Pearl. There were a few he cared for like Gibbs, Will and Elizabeth. Not that he would ever admit that to them of course, yet he never came to have loved before.

Lust undoubtely. Yet never love.

It changed with you. He hated it whenever you needed to be apart, his heart skipped a beat whenever you approached him. For the first time in Jack's, he desired something more than treasure.

He desired you and your happiness. He craved to see you smile and hear your laughter. Your laughter could brighten up Jack's worst day. Jack would protect you with every ounce of will he held in his body.

The day anyone dared to hurt you, would be the day they signed their death warrant. Make no mistake Jack would not stop until they were dead. He would not make quick.

However, Jack had noticed something about you. Something he believed to be curious and if Jack was being truthful he was a tad suspicious. You never changed in-front of him.

Jack was a patient man. He didn't mind. For the first time in Jack's life he wasn't looking to leave abruptly, but despite what others may believe Jack was no fool. He knew why you were hiding from him.

He'd see the slithers of raised skin on your body. He'd seen the scar tissue. He'd seen it peaking from under your collar. Jack didn't know how long it was, or how much of your torso was covered he scars. But he wanted to know. The pull on his heartstrings knew he needed to know.

There was a list of questions Jack needed answering; who did this two you? How did you get those scars? Where? Most importantly, the names of those who did this to you?

Jack was walking into your chambers as your bareback faced him. Jack froze on the spot your back was littered with raised scars, all varying in shape and length. Some jagged and some clean. Jack's jaw tightened, fists clenched.

It was worse than he ever believed; were their scars elsewhere on your body? Why? How? The questions once again circled his mind like a vulture circling a carcass.

"Jack, I didn't hear you come in?" You rapidly threw on your shirt allowing it to cascade your body.

"You don't need to hide from me love." Jack cautiously stepped into the room. His body moved with the waves rocking under the boat.

"You don't need to hide from me." Jack placed his hands on your shoulders giving them a tentative squeeze. "What happened?"

Jack felt your shoulders deflate as you stared out of a small round window, looking into a past you longed to forget.

"Most of them are old battle scars. I've run into many a pirate. You know how it can be, it's a flip of the coin. If you're chasing the same treasure fights are bound to break out. Those don't bother me." Jack frowned as he turned you around forcing you to look at him for the first time. He couldn't miss the distant look in your eyes. You were somewhere else and Jack desperately wanted you home.

"Which ones bother you Love? Are they why you choose to hide from me?" You maintained looking through Jack rather than at him as vivid memories flashed through your mind. You nodded.

"Several years ago, I got caught. One of my crew ratted us out on the belief of false words. They threw me in a cell. Who knew being locked in a cell would be the least of my problems?" You shook your head as if attempting to rid yourself of a memory.

"The guards decided to make an example out of me. They'd come into my cell and beat me down. At first, it wasn't so bad, I've been in plenty of fights. I can handle myself…but then they grew tired, and started using weapons. Used anything they could get their grabby little hands on." A stray tear ran down your cheek, you immediately moved to rid yourself of it, and Jack beat you to it.

"Smithy saved me…broke me out…still don't know how he did it…owe my life to him." Jack leaned down and pressed his head to yours. Jack took a moment to compose his thoughts. It was unlike him but he saw your pained expression. He knew what they had done had scarred you.

"I don't know much love, but I don't know this. No one's gonna touch you again. Not unless they want to deal with me." Jack pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Do you know if these men are still alive?" You finally glanced up at Jack meeting his gaze with a single nod.

"We're venture course and head towards them. They're gonna know what happens when you mess with Captain Jack Sparrow's girl."

#pirates of the carribean imagine #pirates of the carribean imagines #pirates of the carribean oneshot #pirates of the carribean #captain jack sparrow one shot #captain jack sparrow x reader #captain jack sparrow oneshot #captain jack sparrow imagines #captain jack sparrow imagine #Fic #Requested #Requests are open

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luxaofhesperides · 1 year ago

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Wait wait wait, can there be more written about the one with Duke going on college tours with Danny??? If it's not too late?!??

(part one)

Danny’s been in love with Duke for years now. It’s always been kept a closely guarded secret, buried under as many wraps as he could get it. He tried to chase after other fleeting crushes in the hopes of moving on from his feelings for Duke, sure that they were never going to go anywhere.

How could they, when they lived states apart?

The Danny back then would have never believed that he would one day be waking up in Duke’s arms in a hotel far away from home, traveling around the country to figure out a future together.

Or rather, planning their own futures by each other’s sides, rather than planning to be together throughout college. Danny knows they’ll be spending even more years apart, chasing after their dreams, but it’s a gift just to a a summer together again. So what if it leads them to living on opposite sides of the country? They’ve managed to survive a long distance friendship for this long, they can keep it up for another few years.

And if it comes to it, Danny can just fly to wherever Duke is. He’s only gotten faster over the years, settling into his powers and practicing them so often.

The future is daunting, but all his nerves are chased away by Duke’s smiles.

“Can’t believe we’re almost done,” Duke says as they get settled at a restaurant in Massachusetts. They’re both tired, but the giddiness of getting together, of knowing their feelings are requited, keeps them energized and happy despite the long drive across state lines.

“One state left, yeah?”

“Yeah, and I got Harvard first on the list so we can visit Jazz.”

“You’re the best,” Danny grins, stretching his legs out under the table to lightly knock his foot against Duke’s.

This entire trip has felt like a daydream to him. It’s one thing being able to travel around the country with Duke, but to be able to kiss him wherever they go? Even now, two weeks later, Danny can’t believe how happy he is.

It makes the uncertainty of his future less scary. It helps distract him from how much he wants to escape his parents, despite how much he loves them.

Their conversation comes to a brief pause as a waiter comes by to take their order, writing everything down before hurrying away to keep up with the rush of activity in the semi-busy restaurant.

“Oh,” Danny says, suddenly remembering the third person in their group, “Is Peter going to be joining us?”

Peter, Duke’s chaperones, is odd but funny. He disappears and reappears like a magician, always carries a gun on him, and treats Duke like a little brother the rare moments he’s around. He’s mostly only been with them to act as transport, driving them around from university to university.

Duke’s face does something strange when he hears Peter’s name, but it’s gone before Danny can figure out what that’s all about.

“Nah,” he answers, “He’s off doing his own thing. You’ve seen how he likes to follow his own plans.”

“So I guess we’re stopping here for the day?”

“Yeah. I’m sure we can find somewhere nice to spend the night, and until then we can explore—” Duke takes a quick moment to check the name of the town they’re in, helpfully stated on the restaurant’s wall of five star reviews “—Baldwinville. I’m sure there’s something for us to do around here.”

“I mean, we don’t have to do anything special, you know. I’d be happy to just to spend the day with you.”

Duke smiles softly, reaching over the table to take hold of Danny’s hand. “I’d like that too. Maybe we should just take some time and explore the place together. Have a relaxing day before we head to Cambridge.”

“That’ll be nice. I feel like it’s been forever since I had a quiet day.”

“Same!” Duke laughs. “Gotham’s wild, man. Did I ever tell you the story of having a barbeque with Killer Croc?”

“No! I can’t believe you kept that from me!”

Duke launches into the story as if it’s any other day, just the two of them hanging out. Danny’s enraptured as he always is when Duke shares his Gotham Stories. He doesn’t falter even when their food is brought out, and Danny tries not to blush too hard when Duke feeds Danny some of his meal, just so he can try it.

There’s a reason Danny sometimes daydreams about what his wedding with Duke will look like, and it’s because of this.

But that’s getting way ahead of himself! He shoves the thoughts away and focuses on the story, enjoying their lunch together.

Duke pays when they’re done, as has become routine; Danny had fought him about the first few times before Duke told him that it was all ‘Bruce fucking Wayne’s money so they don’t need to worry about costs.’ It’s a gift from the man himself to Duke, and rejecting it would be rude.

That hit Danny right in his midwestern politeness and he could do nothing but let it happen, already planning thank you gifts for Bruce Wayne.

They walk out into the quiet streets of Baldwinville, hand in hand. Summer has the air humid and full of buzzing insects, and the sweet scent of flowers surrounds them as they head down the sidewalk, idly looking into the display windows of each store they pass. The buildings are old, mostly made of brick, and carry a charm that’s lacking in the urban sprawl of Amity Park.

He likes it here.

Honestly, he’s been liking a lot of what he’s seen in Massachusetts.

He wouldn’t mind spending a few years here as he gets his Bachelor’s degree. Of course, it all depends on if he gets into the colleges of his choice, but he’s feeling hopeful about his future. He’s worked hard to bring his GPA up after his freshman year, and his ability to juggle and extreme workload has made him a master at getting things done before deadlines and adapting to things at the last minute.

Danny idly swings their clasped hands between them as they walk, savoring the time they have together.

The end of their summer trip is creeping up on them and Danny can feel the distance between them start to pull tight.

They don’t speak until they wander into a park, just a large grassy field filled with wildflowers and bees. There are a few benches placed beneath large trees and Duke leads them over to it to take advantage of the offered shade.

“I can’t believe we’re almost done,” Duke says, sitting down with a sigh. He tugs Danny down after him, and Danny goes willingly. He swings his legs up to drop them across Duke’s lap, leaning against him, his heart fluttering when Duke gets a hand around his thigh to keep him in place.

“I don’t want this summer to end,” Danny admits. “I’m not ready to leave you again.”

“Hey, we’ll figure it out. I’m not going to be away from you any longer than I have to.”

Danny can’t resist the urge to lean over and kiss him, so he doesn’t. Duke meets him with a smile, keeping the kiss slow and sweet, though the way his hand skates up Danny’s thigh sends molten heat through his veins.

He pulls back before they can escalate any further (one time in public was enough; he’s still embarrassed by it and can’t look Peter in the eyes) and leans his head against Duke’s shoulder. “It would be nice if we could live together.”

“Planning out our future already? Well, in that case, I want a dog and a pet snake.”

“Why a pet snake?”

“Just feel like it.”

“A dog would be nice,” Danny says, “As long as it gets along with Cujo. Not sure about the snake, but if you can take care of it, I’d be fine with having it around.”

“Think you’d ever live in Gotham?”

Danny considers, then shrugs. “Maybe. I dunno, it sounds like a lot and I already dealt with so much just with the ghosts in Amity Park. But I don’t think I’d mind if I was with you.”

The smile that crosses Duke’s face is soft and Danny wants to see it all the time. He loves when Duke gets flustered; Danny just turns red and shy, but Duke becomes soft and adoring in a way that makes Danny feel like he’s holding sunlight, all warm and happy.

“We’re getting ahead of ourselves,” Duke says, not yet able to bite back his smile. “Now that we’ve visited most of the places on our list, do you know which ones you’re going to apply to?”

“I’ve got a few ideas,” Danny answers. He’s been thinking about where he wants to go since summer started and he left school with Mr. Lancer reminder everyone to think about college and preparing their applications.

It’s been a topic that’s never left his mind since for the past couple months, wondering about what the future holds for him. He honestly never thought he’s get this far, having died at 14 and struggled to adapt to how his life changed after. But he’s gotten back on track with school, has a handle on the ghosts, and the support of his parents to go anywhere he wants.

For so long he’s been stuck in the routine of school, fight, struggle. There was never any time for anything else, much less planning for the future, and now it’s hanging heavy over his head.

At least he gets to be with Duke as he figures things out. It’s like going back to their childhood, spending summers together, but they’re both grown up now, walking ever closer to the next stages of their lives.

He’d love to get into MIT, but he knows the chances of being accepted are insanely low. He’ll apply anyways, just in case, but Danny’s prepared to go somewhere else. Maybe somewhere else in Massachusets. Or maybe go to New York.

“I really liked the Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute. If I get in, I think I’m gonna go there,” Danny says, putting his hopes for the future into words.

“Yeah? I think I might try to get into a college up here too,” Duke replies. “If things work out, we won’t be so far from each other.”

“And even if we do end up far away again, we can make long distance work. Right?”

There’s a worry in the back of his mind that Duke won’t like a long distance relationship, that he’ll be off in college falling in love with someone else, but there’s barely a second before Duke says, “Of course,” as though it’s obvious. Like he hadn’t considered any other option.

Danny’s heart settles and he shoves away the rest of his general anxieties. There’s no time for that now!

He intends to enjoy the rest of his summer trip with Duke to the fullest extent possible, which means all of that is a problem for Future Danny.

“Should we go find Peter? We’ll need to figure out where we’re staying tonight.”

“I think we can go a few more hours to a bigger town,” Duke says, “Not that this place isn’t nice, it’s just too quiet. It’s weird.”

“Alright, city boy,” Danny says, standing up from the bench. He pulls Duke up after him, leaning over to kiss the exaggerated offended expression off his face. It’s not like he’s wrong, anyways; Gotham is a big city, and Duke is an urban boy through and through, especially compared to Danny, who comes from a large town and has family living in reclusive rural Appalachia.

“Small towner,” Duke returns, nipping lightly at Danny’s bottom lip and laughing when he squeaks in surprise.

He pulls away before Danny can retaliate, and Danny lets him go, saving his revenge for after they get to their next hotel.

Their time together is coming to an end soon, and as much as the future terrifies and excites him in equal measure, knowing Duke will be with him, one way or another, gives him the courage to keep going.

He hopes Jazz will be happy that Duke’s dating him now. He’s already hoping to ask her to be a bridesmaid for him.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #my writing #part one is dukes pov of him crushing on danny and looking forward to a fun summer #and this part is dannys pov where hes like i LOVE him im planning to MARRY him!!!#hes whipped is what im saying #they do know abt each others powers and all but thats not relevant rn lol. the hero ids are still secret but not for long >:)#as in theyre just gonna be like 'oh shit you too?' and roll w it #kings of going w the flow #anyways!! i like to think that duke will go to umass amherst and danny to the institute he named in this fic #so they live a state away from each other and danny flies over to duke every weekend #their college friends are all lowkey jealous of how good their long distance rship is. everyone wants what they have!!!#thanks for the prompt!!#this is the last one for this batch of ghostlights prompts!!! cant believe i managed to write all of them :)

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thetarotwitch111 · 10 months ago

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What makes you truly unique? - Pick a card flower reading

Each flower carries a different message, revealing a strength that’s uniquely yours. Trust your instincts, pick the one that calls to you the most, and let’s discover what makes you stand out in your own incredible way.

✨I hope this reading brings you some clarity and guidance. If it resonated with you, I’d love to hear about it!

✨ And if you’re looking for something more personal, I also do individual readings—just DM me anytime.

Take a deep breath, ask your guides and the Universe to take you to the message you need to read right now.

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🩷Pile 1: Rose

 If you were drawn to the Rose, you are someone who carries both tenderness and strength in perfect harmony. You’re the type of person who can offer a comforting embrace when someone is down, but also stand firm when the situation demands it. Your love for others is genuine and deep, and people often come to you because they know you’ll listen with an open heart. You have a natural gift for making others feel valued and understood, and your kindness is something that people cherish about you.

But there’s more to you than just your caring nature. You’ve faced your own battles and come out stronger on the other side. This has given you a quiet confidence that others admire. You don’t just survive difficult times; you thrive! You’ve learned how to protect your heart without closing it off, which is a rare and powerful skill. This balance between being open and guarded is what makes you special.

Message from your Higher Self: Your higher self wants you to know that it’s okay to put yourself first sometimes. Your capacity to love is one of your greatest strengths, but don’t forget that you deserve that same love and care. By taking time for yourself, you’ll be able to continue offering your incredible support to others.

Mantra for the Moment: I am strong in my love and gentle with myself.

Advice from the witch: Keep nurturing your heart, but remember to take care of yourself too. You can carry a piece of rose quartz to help you stay balanced in your relationships. A bath with rose petals also can be a simple way to recharge your emotional energy. And if you enjoy fire magic, light a pink or a white candle and take a moment to appreciate the love you give and receive, recognizing it as a source of your strength.

💜Pile 2: Lavender

 If you were drawn to Lavender, you have a natural ability to bring calm and peace wherever you go, even though you don’t realize it everytime. People find your presence soothing; just being around you makes them feel more at ease. You’re the person others turn to when they need to talk things through or find clarity in a confusing situation. You listen carefully and offer advice that’s wise and thoughtful, often helping others see things from a new perspective.

Your gift isn’t just about what you say, but also about how you make others feel. You have a deep connection to your own inner peace and inner self, and this allows you to stay grounded even when things around you get chaotic. You’ve likely spent time developing your spiritual side, whether through meditation, journaling, or just in a quiet reflection. This connection to your inner world is what gives you such a calm and balanced outlook on life.

Message from your Higher Self: Your higher self wants you to embrace your gift of bringing peace, but also to remember to protect your own energy. It’s okay to say no when you need to recharge. Your calm presence is a gift to the world, and by taking care of yourself, you ensure that you can continue to offer it.

Mantra for the Moment: I bring peace to others by nurturing my own calm.

Advice from the witch: Continue to cultivate your peaceful energy by bringing lavender into your daily life. Whether it’s a sachet under your pillow, a few drops of lavender oil in a bath, or simply enjoying a cup of tea, this herb can help you maintain your inner calm. You can also carry amethyst to keep your energy clear and protect your peace and conect yourself witg your intuition. Light a lilac or a white candle and take a moment to center yourself, acknowledging the calm you bring to others.

💛Pile 3: Sunflower

 If you were drawn to the Sunflower, you are someone who radiates positivity and warmth. You have a bright, optimistic spirit that naturally uplifts those around you. People love being in your presence because you make them feel good about themselves and the world. You’re the kind of person who always sees the glass as half full, and your ability to find the silver lining in any situation is truly special.

But your optimism isn’t just about seeing the good in things; it’s also about believing in people. You have a unique gift for recognizing the potential in others, even when they don’t see it in themselves. You encourage people to pursue their dreams and to embrace their uniqueness. Your energy is bright, and your belief in others often helps them believe in themselves.

Message from your Higher Self: Your higher self wants you to know that your positivity is a powerful force, but it’s okay to take a break when you need it. You don’t always have to be the one lifting others up—it’s important to allow yourself to rest and be supported too. By taking time for self-care, you’ll be able to continue sharing your light with the world.

Mantra for the Moment: I shine bright and inspire others, but I also take time to recharge.

Advice from the witch: Keep spreading your light, but also remember to recharge your own energy. Carry a piece of citrine to enhance your natural positivity and attract even more joy into your life. A bath with sunflower petals or a citrus-scented bath bomb can help you refresh your spirit. Light a yellow candle and reflect on how your positive energy inspires others, and how you can keep that energy flowing by taking care of yourself.

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inchidentally · 11 months ago

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I just love everything and every little detail about the Landoscar dynamic. It's so captivating. The pt. 2 video of the mid season celebration just showed another layer.

Oscar is the typical mischievous introvert who teases the unhinged extrovert to do the crazy things for him, for his own amusement. And Lando will just cave because I don't think he can say no to Oscar, even if he wanted.

no fr anon the fact that Lando likes being able to wheedle and fuss and complain around the people he loves but is otherwise extremely shy around new people and finds it difficult to navigate new places without friends or his team around to help… while Oscar is overall quiet and lowkey but can get extremely mischievous and actually prefers to navigate new experiences and places all on his own… Lando thrives on consistency and feeling comfortable… Oscar is super flexible and happy to make sure other people are comfortable… Lando is extroverted in that he thrives on being around people but introverted in how he'll only relax and let loose around people/places he knows and trusts (having multiple sets of friends groups for different activities etc, keeping tons of friends for over 10 years) Oscar is extroverted in that he rarely if ever seems daunted by wherever he finds himself and never 'performs' or loses his self-confidence but introverted in how he'll prefer a one-on-one chat in a club over being in the middle of the action and needs a certain amount of time and space all to himself… the way their little 'games' are Lando whining and misbehaving to get Oscar to do what he wants and Oscar's is to get a twinkle in his eye and bribe or connive to get Lando to misbehave with him…

and bc I think maybe the air temperature in fandom about Hungary has reduced enough, Oscar fully knowing that Lando - like any driver!! - will have to be pushed and forced over team orders no matter what the circumstances (Oscar is quieter about it but no less reluctant) AND that Lando will require space and time to come down off the emotions after the race because that's always when it's most difficult for him (and the media know this ie them creating the Lando/Max drama). Lando literally saying he remembered what Oscar's "done for him in the past" and all the times Oscar's been so happy for him after team orders and like my god for ppl who know Lando !! his reactions to the media immediately after that race were the purest proof of his respect for Oscar and their partnership by him overcoming that initial tidal wave of personal disappointment and anger. Oscar moving to stand close to Lando at Lando's plinth and Lando reaching that hand out to him and them sharing that baffled smile between each other bc it's just A Lot but the one thing they know is that none of this situation is something to take out on each other. (and oh !! the poetry of brocedes between them !! the contrast of a different generation and intimacy being mistaken for understanding - compared to landoscar choosing understanding over immediate intimacy) but Oscar didn't push any further into Lando or ask for anything else and Lando fought to give that smile every time Oscar looked at him and like !!!! they gave each other things and then gave each other space !!! and chose to see out flight delays in a little group and then playing a board game in an even smaller group! and so many ppl haven't fully appreciated that they've always done this before I think bc it was sort of expected by Oscar's position in the team for him to obey team orders, even when it really hurt. and definitely bc a lot of folks see Oscar's calm demeanor and think he isn't burning up over giving up a lead or losing out on a podium in exactly the same amount every driver does. but as Lando keeps reminding even his own fans, he knows what Oscar's done for him <3

and the cameras and media back at MTC clearly had Lando thrown back into that feeling of quicksand over every single thing he said and how he said it and he'll have fully witnessed how his own friends and family and hardcore fans will have felt and how often can he reiterate something before someone decides to accuse him of just delivering a PR line and uuggghhhhhgg. but then !! Oscar breezes in full of mischief and smiles and standing tall and proud !! and Lando can giggle and step back and breathe a little from the weight of The Narrative bc the more Oscar keeps refusing to let it settle over them the less interest others will take! if Oscar won't be drawn into anything about the team orders or Lando then The Narrative will slowly lose all it's color and interest and Lando can breathe and disappear into the break. bc for all that he has experience on Oscar, he does not have experience of this situation at all!! and Oscar bearing them up through it with that same unflappable calm while Lando writhes and grapples with it inside himself is just <3<3

and it all boils down to what's compelled all of us into their dynamic so deeply despite them not baiting with fake gay or bromances or publicizing a friendship in a way that usually gets us invested. they talk and they communicate and they allow space to learn each other and to react and behave instinctively. on the one hand they already have a shared wavelength that's gotten noticed by pretty much everyone and we get glimpses of how they hone in on talking about things with just each other kind of forgetting that cameras or other people are around. but on the other hand they still watch each other talking and reacting SUPER closely at times and keep fumbling around the concept of their rivalry and their partnership in this conflicted and clearly kind of anxious way. they'll have certain people in their lives pushing for them to say to hell with being friendly with the other guy - then they'll have Andrea and the team negotiating life at the front and keeping both cars there - and then the fact that when all that pressure is lifted, they have a genuine fondness and gentle affection for each other that would make them easy friends in any other circumstances.

and that's why it makes all the more sense why they choose to not broadcast to fans when they spend downtime together or give us their relationship in any kind of packaging. they're not hiding it but they're not letting us into a share of that space. as a few of Lando's friends/colleagues showed that weekend, a lot of unnecessary mess gets created when people can't separate work from private life feelings. and it's why Oscar has wisely asked everyone in his own private life circle to limit their opinions and commentary - Nicole's podcast ep was about Oscar as a person and only a bit about him as a driver. just like how Lando and Oscar don't hide anything about their dynamic or their partnership at all - even down to saying how they need to do more sports together - but they're not going to consider fans or PR at all when it comes to developing that dynamic and partnership. private but not hidden or secret.

so it's ended up as this rare experience of watching them both openly get to know each other, negotiate the honestly dizzy fast experience of going from a backmarker team to both being top 4 in the WDC in under 2 years together - and in a car that is identical between the two of them and that they've both developed with open communication between both garages. in being so open and honest about all of those experiences, their personalities have revealed themselves gradually to each other and honestly to fans as well.

which is why everyone who thought Hungary would be followed by a massive dry spell or just angsty/fix it fic was way off - nobody's into landoscar bc they're another perfect bromance where all we want is sunshine and positivity - and they're honestly not even yaoi fodder. they're so gd compelling for authors especially bc they're in so many ways equally softly rounded and hard edged and their dynamic is so effortlessly sweet in some ways and so intriguingly complex in others. Oscar only talks about Lily the same way he talks about Lando (when it comes to non-racing stuff). Lando reveals a more vulnerable, quieter side with Oscar that you don't really see in him with other drivers and even a lot of his mates. but then they're both identical in their determination and focus and desire to win that would be like drift compatible but in this case they're also each other's opponents.

they don't spend as much social time together as they have with other teammates, but they have a level of understanding each other and improving each other they've never had before. they don't go clubbing regularly but they finish each other's sentences. etc etc etc.

they get thrown into one of the most dramatic racing/team orders scenarios at a point in the season when it's even more dramatic, but they remain steadfastly resistant to the divide being pushed by fans and the media with a maturity that I hope more people give them credit for considering how young they are ????

and again, I don't expect them to be able to have such smooth sailing as time goes on and McLaren are eventually dealing with two number one drivers. but !!! their maturity and understanding of each other will also only increase so !!! they're just very very very exciting to watch and talk about and write fic about !!

#inchreplies #inchidentallyanessay #sorry this is prob a mess but this also hopefully explains why I'm so incredibly slow answering asks #I can't shut my hell

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valentine-cafe · 5 months ago

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˖⁺. “ sapphic kind of love, pt 2 ! ” :

﹙ various women characters x fem reader﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . various women x fem reader!! 🍓:﹙ meng yao 9948e : reaper ˖ mother character ˖ rishima 781: scientist ˖ professor character ˖ denara 9819: sorceress ˖ nurse ˖ shalika 9948e: divine cultivator ﹚

another batch of sapphic headcanons for the girlies <3

﹙ cws﹚: none! | wc : 0.8k

﹙ receipts﹚: another batch of sapphic headcanons full of love for @squeesh1

꒰other treats : guidelines ˖ m.list ˖ characters.˖ our lore꒱

Yuè Mèng Yáo !! 🍒 :

who loves playing around with your hair, gently smoothing out small knots and doing proper studying on it if it has a specific texture to make sure she uses the right products to keep your hair healthy

who spoils you rotten when she’s off of work, taking you out for fancy dinner dates, travels to other countries, anything you want, to see you relax helps her relax ample times.

who takes you with to shower and soak in a bath after, so that the both of you can unwind and rest your tired muscles

who loves to dance you around in her garden while you both work on the flowers and trees, tending to each and every plant with peace and time passing by you

Rishima Singhania !! 🍓 :

who leaves you small reminders for the day, whether it is to eat, nap, brush your teeth, work related notes, so on and so forth. she wants you to remember to take care of yourself the way you want her to take care of herself.

who hates grocery shopping alone, everything is too stressful with work piling every minute that passes, and people recognising her consistently. Having you with her out is always better, you nicely tell people that she is on a break from work and to kindly leave her be

who strokes her hand across your spine to help you fall asleep, while one of your own hand cups at her tummy in the little cuddle the both of you are in. Soothing both of you into sleep

who is immediately prepared for your period when it rolls around, whether she is around or not. She has it down on her schedule and always makes sure someone or herself are around to check up on you and take care of you throughout the day.

Denara Agyros !! 🍒:

who conjures little images to float around you when you’re sad, small fish, butterflies, animals all glowing around you to soothe and comfort your sorrows, while she sits next to you and cuddles you close

who teaches you magic, as much as she possibly can. She knows not all mortal beings are able to learn but she knows maybe you could learn some of the practical magics! So why not teach you?

who gifts you crystals and small jars full of all sorts of stuff— always telling you not to open them, otherwise the magic will disrupt. Each and every crystal is given to you after being chosen with complete and utter care

who may be kind and always try to keep things civil, yet the second someone refuses to back down from hawking you, she begins becoming more defensive, telling them off while dragging you away and reassuring you that you aren’t the problem.

who loves bringing you flowers, speaking through them in flower language by picking specific ones and bundling them all into a bouquet. She always leaves a little card for you. So that you can read the meaning of the flowers in the bouquet.

who takes you to her family home, showing you around the library and introducing you to fellow sorcerers trained under her mother and father. Whom both adore you and Xiyang dearly

who can’t keep her hands off of you most of the time. Always trying to either hold you in subtle ways, by hand, waist, hip, thigh, or maybe an arm around your shoulder. Sometimes it is clear as ever, her hands squishing away at wherever they can because she loves the feel of it.

Shalika Vaishya!! 🍓:

who teaches you the basics of swordfighting, Rewarding you with a little kiss each time you get the movements right.

who makes small paper lotus flowers for you, putting them into your hair and making you a small paper lotus crown.

who bought you a matching saree for you to wear when she wears her pink ones for special events. The two of you make such a beautiful pair, and she adores assisting you with putting it on.

who tries to be there as much as she possibly can, despite the immense amounts of work she does for the divine. Regardless of how busy she is, she’s always trying to make it up to you. Even if you want her to simply rest whenever she comes home from long missions

who holds you close and clings to you at night, as if she’s fearing you will fade away the second she lets go of you.

who fights so many monstrosities during a week, only to deadpan at the closest kaiju that just appeared in her near vicinity. Asking it to just go away because she’s on her break day. Oh. . . It’s not listening? oh great, a laser beam. oh good, it’s fine. it’s okay—

who hurries you out of the kitchen whenever you try to make something for her, or in general hurrying you away from doing something when it is for her. She doesn’t want to be a bother. . . She really can’t understand at times you’re doing it because you love her.

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tabieeee · 3 months ago

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Five OC Facts

Joining in the silly 5 OC facts thingy started by @thephonemenarentreal ;p

Rambled a whole bunch and I wanna ramble about the other OCs too but ig i should at least make a ref post with basic info on them first AWHDJASKD. maybe one day...

Optical

They invented their hovergear to make working on the Titan easier. They can hover in place and go up & down easily, but horizontal movement requires momentum. Which is why they tend to drift in the air and smack into things on accident. They have great posture from having to balance while hovering because the hoverballs don't care if they're upside down or not.

Almost always working and barely leaves the titan hangar. They only ever leave for work reasons, or very rarely to go rest in their room.

They usually pass out on their desk or anywhere around the hangar out of exhaustion cus that shithead refuses to sleep.

Optical and Titan Cameraman seem to be very close, but if questioned about it they brush it off and deny it. The Titan is much more open about his care for the Chief and is occasionally seen holding Optical or petting their head. Optical complains about the action but does nothing to actually stop it.

Humans are strictly forbidden from entering the titan hangar without explicit permission and supervision from Optical.

Whistle

They're frequently whistling or humming random tunes and play music during work to pump up their crew. There's one song they sing to themself when alone that no one recognizes, they shrug it off as just an old song

She can physically whistle. There's a small flaw in their speaker that makes a whistling sound if she does it right. They've been offered to fix it but she likes it as it is.

Loves guns and is a pretty good shot. Always has at least one gun on her. Makes guns for fun as well as work

Gives everybody nicknames and uses their actual names mostly only when being serious.

Has an accent, probably texan. Often says "bud", "sweetheart" or "darling"

Parallax

Loves making figurines and toys and has a huge collection. He gives them out to people as gifts pretty often.

Their TV beam can freeze/slow/stun everything in a small radius for a short time (basically Dead Space stasis). It's pretty useful during work to slow down fast-moving machinery. He also sometimes slows people by accident when startled

Big on fashion, changes outfits frequently out of work. He's the reason why TTV looks like a rockstar royalty

Has a home somewhere that he teleports off to where he makes his figurines, rests and just spends the time off-work being an introvert

Patchwork (Admin/green gang's agent)

Seems to be able to just.. appear. wherever he wants. He shows up out of nowhere to politely tell you that your shoes are untied. in the middle of the night. while you were completely alone.

When he leaves, he steps behind literally anything to be out of sight for a second and then suddenly he's just gone. Like walking behind a pillar but not appearing on the other side

He loves insects. Has a bunch he keeps as pets. Like may beetles, emerald cockroaches and any other bright green bugs he finds

Has a few patchworks on his clothing but doesn't remember why. Doesn't want to remove it either

If questioned about his past he mostly gives a blank stare and changes the topic. There's not much he remembers

#skibidi toilet #dafuqboom #skibidi toilet oc #oc optical #oc whistle #oc parallax #oc patchwork #they're fun :)

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dorylinae-supremacy · 11 months ago

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Tags: Dark SBI, dark Phil, dark Techno, royalty au, memory loss, implied character death, he doesnt die though, skrunkly Techno, Wilbur is in here just a heads up, just the character though, fuck the real guy, this is full of brainrot, you get the vibes as you read, its like 1K minimum I think

AU where Techno is a prince who gets kidnapped by political rivals.

Obviously, they know theyre gonna get caught. All they can do is cause as much damage as possible to the family before theyre caught and inevitably killed.

So they wipe the princes memory and toss him out on the streets. The blood prince, famous for his violence and cruelty, reduced to a confused wreck with no idea of who or where he is.

Anyway so they're caught and die with the knowledge of wherever they dumped Techno so the entire nation is just on a massive search party.

Tech is presumed dead because there is literally 0 universe where he wouldnt immediately make himself known to his family and that just makes Phil even darker when it comes to keeping his last remaining kid safe.

(I'm thinking Tommy so there can be some dark clingy Tommy action later on)

I think Wil eventually bumps into Tech and is confused on why theres just some random guy on his own in his bakery with like no clue how to do anything.

So he takes him in.

Not really intentionally at first but he gives him a place to stay because he's lonely and he'd feel bad if anything happened to Techno but they get along really well and become attached.

Obviously that means stuff has to go wrong but before that I'm thinking there are a few moments where Techno vaguely remembers stuff from who he was and just doesn't know what to do with it.

Maybe Wilbur braids his hair a certain way and it feels so familiar and somewhere in his mind he just knows that someone did this for him before.

Meanwhile Phils in the castle all sad because he misses braiding Technos hair every morning.

But maybe he also sees some kids playing and being mischevious and he feels so fond but has no clue why. The kids push each other around and mimic sword fights and he thinks he can remember knowing a kid who did the exact same but never being able to really grasp it.

He just misses people who he doesn't know and cant describe and he gets very skrunkly about it because clearly no ones been looking for him so obviously they didn't care about him as much as he did them.

But he gets very close with Wilbur and maybe Wil leaves to go off and get something so Techno mans the bakery while he's gone.

Thats when Niki comes in. Maybe Ranboo dragged her in or something because they've heard nothing but good review but either way they walk into some random bakery and just see the fucking crown prince working as the casheir.

The same crown prince that has been presumed dead for months and has had an entire funeral thrown for him already.

Techno is obviously very confused when they start asking him where he's been and what he's doing there but doesnt exactly get a say in anything as he's dragged out the shop and put on the first carriage back to the palace.

There's obviously a reunion that only makes Phil even darker because his baby doesn't fucking recognise him and barely lets him touch him so he's torn between playing nice and letting Tech come to him and just crushing his son in his arms and never letting him go.

He finds an odd in between where he tries so hard to be patient like a spider in a web but he misses his sonboy and occasionally slips up real bad which freaks Techno out.

He also tries to give all the things Techno used to love. People to kill, gold, weapons etc, but none of it really works. All Techno wants is the only comfort he's had since he woke up confused and lost.

Wilbur.

Meanwhile Wilburs being angsty because he got supper attached to Tech and thinks he just wandered too far but no ones seen him so he's just really sulky and sad.

Techno really was just kinda his emotional support buddy / pseudo brother so now he's dealing with just so many abandonment issues and he's worried sick that Techno could be sick or hurt somewhere and just as confused as when he found him.

That is until the fucking emperor himself turns up at his door and demands to know what Wilbur did to his son.

Wil is terrified and genuinely has no clue what is going on but rambles like everything he knows anyway. Phils pretty unconvinced but gestures for the guards to bring in Tech and Tech practically crushes Wil in the strength of a hug.

They both just immediately break down because they were so worried and scared for each other (brothers <3) and Phil really gets to see exactly how much Technos changed.

His memory is gone, there's no real way to recover it so in a way his son did die but Phil is bitter and possessive and he won't lose him twice so he keeps him anyway.

Maybe he decides that Tech is still Tech and clearly some of his personality has stayed so there's totally a way he can just rebuild him into who he used to be, or at least as close as he can get.

He tries to drag Techno away because he's very bitter about his son (who's been basically terrified of him) hugging some stranger meanwhile he literally mourned him for months.

Techno obviously doesn't take well to almost getting dragged away and says that if he really is Phils son and he's as indulgent as he says he is then he'll let him keep Wilbur.

Everyone is shocked by this and Wil is not happy with it but Techno still has that dark streak in him despite now also being skrunkly so he cuts off any argument and basically calls Phils bluff.

Phil tries talk Tech out of things but Technos obviously super adamant about keeping his new bestie so Phil just sighs and glares at Wil like the entire way back to the castle.

Maybe he also hoards Techno away too and says that since he's indulged him once today, Tech has to pay with nest time (something he's been avoiding a tonne) and its very dark and fluffy later.

I'm not sure where the AU goes after this but its probably a lot of family bonding where Wil is slowly assimilated against his will and Techno regains some part of him that was removed when he got his mind wiped.

There's probably some very sweet moments where Phil and Techno maybe share a piano and Tech slowly remembers the tune that they first did and obviously theres lots of bonding with Tommy where he asks Techno to 'put on a show' and swordfight for him and Tech slowly regains some muscle memory on that front.

#mindwipe au #dory brainrots #dorys drafts #dark sleepy bois inc #dark sbi #fuck i forgot to do tags 1 sec

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2kverrr · 8 months ago

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Can I please request a SFW alphabet for the Peralezes (poly)? When I saw them on the list of characters you write for I was like 👀👀

another great request !! thank you so much :)

THE PERALEZES || SFW Alphabet

CYBERPUNK 2077 || 2.1k Words

A: Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Behind closed doors, the three of you act like newlyweds, doing everything together with smitten smiles plastered.

Elizabeth prefers to display her affection through quality time, assisting you in your daily routine and making herself a part of it. Whereas Jefferson is more physical, holding your hand, playing with your hair, a hand on you wherever and whenever he can.

B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

This trio would be perfect, Jefferson can really be a child sometimes so you two would piss off Liz on a daily basis. You'd have the biggest gossips seshes about Jefferson's competitors.

"For fuck's sake, why is this guy everywhere!" Jefferson complains, throwing his newspaper onto the oak coffee table. There’s something about Rhyne's features that stands out. “Rhyne looks easy to draw,” you remark, suppressing a giggle at Jefferson’s exasperation. "Hey Liz, try drawing Rhyne with your left hand." Jefferson suggests, a gleam of curiosity in his eyes. Liz strides over and quickly sketches a small Rhyne on the side of Jefferson's newspaper. “Wow— that’s actually really good,” You admit, half-surprised as you lean closer, flicking your eyes between studying the photo of the man and her interpretation of Rhyne’s distinctive features, complete with that signature smirk, is impressive. "I majored in art, remember?" Liz replies, slightly offended. “Whatever,” you shrug playfully, trying to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks. “He’s still a fugly guy.” A shared laughter fills the room, momentarily casting aside the annoyance of Rhyne’s omnipresence.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

They love them, you usually plant yourself in the middle, Elizabeth will rest her head on your shoulder with a tight grip on your arm. And Jefferson will just starfish to the side, letting you rest half your body on him, eventually waking up with a dead arm from yours and Elizabeth's heavy, sleeping heads.

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

At the moment, they're focused on getting Jefferson the role he deserves. He wants to make his difference in NC then lay back admiring his work.

Surprisingly enough, they're both quite self-sufficient. They're able to cook homemade meals for you all while keeping their apartment clean despite work clouding their lives.

You're convinced Elizabeth did have to give Jefferson a lesson or two on how to use the washer and dryer.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It'd probably to keep their public picture to what the public want to see, but it goes without saying that they'd still keep in touch with you on the sly waiting for the moment you all could go public.

F: Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

They're not too fussed, I mean anything is possible in Night City, but it's not a priority. It can get you jealous sometimes, but they make an effort to reassure you that a ring doesn't mean anything.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Elizabeth naturally has a gentle demeanour, making it easy for her to fulfil the caregiver role, she often leaves soft touches lingering on you, she's really comfortable to be around. She's an affectionate person, and feels safe being vulnerable around you and Jefferson.

Jefferson is a lot more straightforward in his friendliness. He's so sincere and supportive of you and Elizabeth, despite the pressure put on him at work. He's a lot less calm than Liz, excitable and a little bit hyper, but that doesn't exclude any comfort when in his presence.

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are they like.)

Jeff can't get enough of them, he has no shame when enveloping you in a bear hug anywhere any time. He loves to trap you in them, leaving no room for escape.

Liz loves to sneak up behind one of you and wrap her arms around your waist, she's so silent and still sometimes you think she's fallen asleep. It's pretty cute until she actually does fall asleep and your stuck up against the kitchen counter while your food burns.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Jeff is first, he leaped at the opportunity to - which did piss off Liz a bit (as she had zero clue he was going to do it).

He's confident saying it, short and sweet, "I love you." And he kind of just sits there, hoping for the best - which of course comes.

However, that week period where Jeff has told you and his wife hasn't, it only exists because she needs one week to mentally prepare, another to plan a whole ass 40 page speech, then another week of mental prep before she tells you. Girl is full on shaking, sat on the end of your bed, checking the small, vague notes on the back of her hand as she struggles to put her sentences together.

"So over the past few months, I love that I realised you- I mean realised you love me- no. Unless, you know, you do realise me- love me- Do you get what I'm saying." Yeah this painful sentence was after 20 minutes of Liz beating round the bush.

That's why she's so pissed at Jeff, she doesn't understand how he can be so confident in himself.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they get jealous?)

These two love to flaunt you, there's no jealousy between you three because they're too busy making other people jealous of you.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like?)

Elizabeth loves long, intimate kisses where you feel you're like the only people on earth.

Whereas Jeff loves to kiss knuckles, he's a romantic, so short and sweet forehead, cheek and hand kisses are a MUST.

L: Little ones (How are they around children?)

Parent material. That's all I can say, they're calm and loving - all you need to raise a child.

Though they are considerate, it doesn't matter whether you want them or not, it has to be a mutual agreement between the three of you.

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

They're pretty routinely, you all do you're own thing after saying your good mornings. Making each other a coffee, tossing them their clothes - literally anything.

N: Night (How are nights with them?)

That same as the mornings, only with more gossiping and debriefing of your day. Jefferson will talk shit about all of his competitors, Liz will join in occasionally, often correcting her husband on false rumours he heard and spoke about in a fit of childish annoyance.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they spill everything all at once or slowly reveal things with time?)

From the moment you met them, whether that because they hired you for a job, or whether you work with them. The Peralezes are an open book and some of the most honest people in NC - Though in your relationship, you all know almost everything about each other.

The time Elizabeth threw up on a homeless guy in college.

When Jefferson sold a car in his early 20s and didn't realise the buyer paid him in Monopoly money.

Hell, they even know about when you turned 21 and celebrated by getting slaughtered and flashing the entire NCPD

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Jefferson is easier to anger, thought it still does take a lot. We've all seen his frustration at work, "I'm not suck your dick just so you can fuck me in the ass." (yes, i somehow remember that- and I'm sure you did too).

I think Liz would only get really angry if it were something to do with you or Jeff, she loves you so much, all she wants to do is protect you. She hates being angry, so she rarely is.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?) Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

A lot like River, Jeff remembers the little things like your favourite length of socks, but couldn't name the cat you've had for 6 years.

Liz just remembers everything, oh you mentioned three months ago you like Lobster? She cooking one from scratch just out of the blue.

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

They both agreed on their favourite memory being when they first met you, you were pleasant, friendly, funny - they both were secretly infatuated with you (though neither would tell the other).

Elizabeth was touchy, insisting on meeting you before you reached the apartment, always a hand on you somewhere.

Whereas Jeff used his natural charm... times one thousand, extremely outgoing and flirting to the max.

They both knew what they were doing.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I believe the public are fans of the Peralezes mainly due to their sincere personality and approach, so if you were to be working for the campaign you're in pretty safe hands.

Though, merc work for anybody is dangerous, and it's going to be a lot more for the Peralezes, so you should be capable enough to handle what they set out for you.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

They put their everything into them. There being three of you, you can't exactly have 3 dinner dates in a night, it's kind of teamwork.

Liz's birthday? You and Jefferson tag team in finding the best and most expensive spa day to offer.

Anniversaries are a bit more tricky, so that's why you have anniversaweeks. A whole entire week for the three of you to plan dates etc.

They're sentimental people, they're not just going to buy you the most expensive thing they see, they want a lot of thought behind it .

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Liz stresses herself out too often and she keeps it bottled up, so you try your hardest to get her to chill the fuck out or else she will just explode - and you definitely don't want that.

Jeff tends to isolate himself when faced with a big challenge, he won't tell anyone about it, he doesn't want to be a burden.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

They have to- it's their job to look suitable to run NC, that's more or less what the public want. Oh, they want to bomb night city? Okey dokes, as long as they look good while doing it.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Before meeting you they thought they had everything (emphasis on before).

Since you walked into their lives you've unlocked something new, something new and spectacular. And they haven't looked back since.

They simply just wouldn't be able to return to they were before.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Occasionally, you and Jeff come home pretty excitable, making each other crack up at anything, pissing off Elizabeth to a different level, this leads to 'Elizalone Time' as you call it (which just pisses her off further). Where Liz has to leave the room you two are in or else a fuse will blow in her head.

Jeff is literally child. If he's cleaning and touches something gross, he will chase one of you two... and yes, Elizabeth will run away.

Jefferson and Elizabeth are both of scared of mice.

Elizabeth is a great bartender, and insists you test her skills by playing 'bar' in their apartment. You're a lonely customer in need of a drink, and she's there to serve you (and Jefferson is the child???).

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

They can both agree that rude people infuriate them. They're both really friendly people and expect that in return.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Elizabeth sometimes sleepwalks, and most of the time it's her trying to do some work or cook or some sort of phone call.

Jeff's got to be awaken at least 4 times before actually considering getting about of bed, just like a schoolboy.

oh my god i enjoyed writing this way more than i expected, which is why it's not been proofread xx

#cyberpunk 2077 x reader #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk x reader #elizabeth peralez #jefferson peralez #the peralezes #elizabeth peralez x reader #jefferson peralez x reader #i fought the law

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