#one is a lost love torn apart by jealousy

[suntaeshine]

its just,, poetic,, cinema,, art,,

[navree]

What do you think about Maegor and Visenya?

As separate characters, I don't necessarily have a lot of thoughts on Maegor. I'm generally not the biggest fan of assholes, and there's not a lot that we know about Maegor other than that he was an asshole, so I don't have much to say about him as a character. But Visenya on the other hand..........Listen there's a reason why I wanted HOTD to start with the Conquest, and Visenya was a part of that (beyond my desire to see a lesbian with a sword riding a dragon fucking shit up).

There's a lot about Visenya that fascinates me. She's the eldest sister out of all her siblings, and I like to think she felt very overprotective over both of them. Doing something like the Conquest just wasn't anything Targaryens had done before, and now her baby brother and baby sister are flying off to war and they could get hurt, they could be kileld (and one of them was aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh). And while I definitely think they all loved each other and were close as siblings, did she ever feel like the odd one out? Visenya was married out of duty, before Aegon then went outside the box to make sure he can marry the sister he actually loved too, Visenya had the smallest and least imposing dragon between the three of them, Aegon and Rhaenys are the ones who had a family when they had Aenys, and there's a wealth of drama in whether or not Visenya sometimes felt like a third wheel despite being the Older Sister. I also imagine that she too had a tendency to chafe at gender roles, since between her and Rhaenys she was the one who wanted most to be a warrior-woman, and I think she definitely enjoyed governance, but her's was more interested in how to make the realm run, while Rhaenys was focused on diplomacy and improving relations. And honestly don't get me started on her relationship with Rhaenys, the way she was just as willing to set Dorne on fire for her, the way that she was more eager to continue it when Nymor sued for peace, how it felt when Aenys presented Rhaena to court which made even Aegon weep, Hell how it felt to actively work to displace and threaten Rhaenys's grandchildren, the girl named after her beloved sister. I like to think Visenya didn't regret anything she did, but she might have had some moments of sadness about it, especially towards the end of her life when Maegor started getting more Maegor™ and she had more time to think about life when it was just her and her siblings on Dragonstone. But she was still welcome at Aenys's court, and still counseled him on decisions, because even with everything, even with her own son in exile, this was Aegon's son, this was Rhaenys's son. Because over everything, I think Visenya adored her siblings, missed them when they were gone from this world, and if she was asked who she loved the most, it would be Aegon and Rhaenys.

Visenya and Maegor's relationship I think is interesting. Neither of them seem to have been very affectionate or caring people, certainly to each other, Maegor because he's Maegor™ and Visenya because I think any softness she had in her likely dried up around the time Rhaenys died, given my personal headcanon that it was also when her relationship with Aegon fell apart due to the grief and Aegon's decisions around ending the war (if I'm right, then the hurt Visenya must have felt about being denied a chance to say goodbye to Rhaenys, to be made to capitulate and have peace without even having been given the full information cuz Aegon made a unilateral decision, God I wanna die). But it's clear that Visenya cared about her son, that she felt angered when he was disrespected and actively worked for his advancement, and also she was the one primarily responsible for raising him, since she was with him on Dragonstone while Aenys was in King's Landing with their father. I don't think Visenya had a Cersei towards Joffrey attitude about Maegor, she knew exactly what he was and the potential for monstrosity he had, but she saw it as a positive and a way for him to advance in life, given the fact that this was still a bit of a turbulent, with the Wars of Conquest and the First Dornish War not far behind. I certainly think Maegor felt close to his mother, and that if he ever loved anyone, if he was even capable, it was her, the only parent he really knew, the only member of his family he was close to, given the physical distance between his father and him, the age difference between him and Aenys, and just the emotional distance he had with everyone due to his issues. I think the relationship was both bound tightly by the fact that neither of them had other people they were intimate with save each other, but also sundered at the same time by their own coldness and lack of capability towards forging open relationships with others. And I think that, similar to that Henry VIII thing where it was clear that his ideal model for a wife was just Elizabeth of York, what Maegor was searching for in all his wives, above just being a fucking creep, was someone like Visenya, and it's probably why he held on to Tyana as long as he did.

I think it's an interesting relationship between interesting characters, and I think it's a shame that HOTD started so late in the game when we could have seen all of this unfold in real time if we'd started with the Conquest Era.

[wholoveseggs]

hi! I see you have a bunch of requests so I’m sorry to request but do you think you could write an Elijah angst with fluff ? Like y/n is upset because she thinks that elijah likes Hayley but he’s actually in love with her and has been for centuries but has always been too scared to tell her.

Always

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

Upon your unexpected appearance at the compound, centuries after being presumed dead, Elijah has to grapple with feelings he long buried and the consequences that come with it.

~♡♡ Thanks for the request anon(s) & @vervain3 ♡♡ - I combined all three ideas and made a jealousy triangle {square? circle? idk}~

3k words - Warnings: a little smutty right at the end, drama, angst, jealousy... vaguely refer to events from season 2 & 3... Klaus interfering & loving all the drama (Regina George energy)

It was a rare thing for Elijah Mikaelson to fall in love, but when he did, it was forever. In his one thousand years of living he could count on one hand the number of times his heart had truly belonged to someone else and he could recall, with exact detail, everything about them.

There was Tatia, the first woman he ever fell for, and then there was Katerina, or Katherine, who was a thorn in his side and a constant source of regret.Then Celeste came into the picture, a beautiful and powerful witch, her loss and betrayal still a bitter taste in his mouth.

And then there was you, the brightest light in his dark life. Your face still burned brightly in his memories and your name still danced on his tongue like the sweetest melody. You did things to him that no one else could, dissolving his burdens with just a smile.

You had captured his heart with just one look and he had been yours, mind, body, and soul. He was so in love with you, it hurt.

So when you died, he was shattered, torn apart and left to deal with the pain alone. He would see your face everywhere, haunting him and reminding him of his failure to protect the one he loved. To never be able to tell you how he felt was the most painful thing of all.

Centuries had passed since he lost you, his grief now a dull ache in his heart, but nothing had ever truly made the pain go away.

Hayley's presence in his life mended the broken pieces somewhat, but they were still damaged. His feelings for the hybrid would never be enough to erase the ghost of his love for you.

He accepted being content with what he had, knowing he didn't deserve anything more. That he was lucky to have met his soul mate, even if you were never truly his. To know that true love was real, if not fleeting.

So when he saw you, sitting on the sofa in the courtyard, laughing and chatting with Klaus, his heart stopped. He wondered if he was imagining you again, if his mind was playing a cruel trick on him.

But you turned, your gaze meeting his and the world stopped. He felt his knees grow weak, and his heart race.

You were real, you were here, you were alive.

And you looked just as beautiful as the day he last saw you.

But there was a bit of a problem, he was with Hayley now. You were back and he didn't know how to feel about that.

"Elijah, how long has it been? You look well." You greet him with a smile, pulling him in for a hug.

Elijah hesitated before wrapping his arms around you, inhaling the scent that he had thought he'd never experience again. He couldn't help but hold you a little tighter, afraid that if he let you go, you'd disappear.

"Y/N," he whispers softly.

You pull back, noticing the way his eyes seem to burn brighter, full of emotions you couldn't read.

"How are you? I haven't seen you since..." you trail off.

"Since you died," he finishes, his eyes looking at you curiously.

"Since you left me behind," you corrected him.

Elijah frowned, not understanding what you were talking about. The night Mikael returned, you were killed and your body burnt, at least, that's what Klaus had told him.

"Klaus said you were killed, we didn't have time to retrieve your body."

You shake your head. "That wasn't me, he was mistaken."

"So where were you?" he asked, still unable to believe you were really here.

"Here and there," you said with a smile, none of that mattered now.

You always had a soft spot for Elijah, when you first met him and his family, you found him to be so stoic and melancholic. You delighted in making him laugh, his smile lighting up his whole face and giving him the air of youth and carefreeness that you knew he had buried deep within him.

Nothing ever happened between you, he tended to fall for more serious types. But you never stopped loving him, he was always going to be the one you couldn't forget.

"You're as bad as Niklaus," Elijah said, chuckling lightly.

"I'll take that as a compliment," you grinned.

You were interrupted by a beautiful brunette with stunning hazel eyes, she walked up and placed her hand on Elijah's shoulder, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Y/N, this is Hayley," Elijah introduced, his hand going to rest on her back.

Of course, you thought. She was exactly his type, beautiful and fierce.

You gave her a small smile, shaking her hand.

"How do you know Elijah?" she asked, curious.

"We met a very long time ago, in another place," you answered, giving Elijah a sidelong glance. "In another life."

Hayley looked between the two of you, sensing there was more to your relationship than you were letting on. She wasn't going to let you anywhere near what was hers.

"What brings you here? To New Orleans, I mean?"

"I heard the original family has settled here and I wanted to catch up with old friends," you replied. "But mostly, I'm just passing through,"

Hayley frowned, "old friends," she repeated, her hand tightening around Elijah's shoulder.

She had only just met you, but already, she knew she didn't like you. You seemed to have a permanent smirk on your face that reminded her of Klaus, and that made her distrust you instantly. And the way Elijah was looking at you made her feel uneasy, she had never seen him look so...happy.

"Oh," Elijah's expression faltered, his disappointment barely noticeable. "You're leaving?"

"Well, I don't want to overstay my welcome," you joked, your eyes flickering to Hayley's.

"How about you join us tonight for dinner," Klaus said, walking up and joining the group, he always knew exactly how to make an awkward situation worse. "There's someone I'd like you to meet."

You gave him a small smile. "Sure,"

When you arrived for dinner, you were surprised by the amount of people Klaus had invited. It was a bit of a relief, it would mean that you didn't have to be alone with Elijah and Hayley.

Klaus stood at the head of the table, making introductions, there were a number of vampires and werewolves present, including a werewolf alpha named Jackson and a handsome vampire named Marcel.

You greeted them all politely, before taking a seat next to Marcel.

"Y/N, this is my dear friend Marcellus," Klaus greeted, "you two have a remarkable amount in common."

Marcel smiles, "hello, beautiful."

"Hi," you smiled back, your eyes lingering on his, he had a killer smile and a charm to him that was difficult to resist.

You were glad to have someone to talk to, you could tell Marcel had a great sense of humor and you enjoyed his company. You also found yourself attracted to him, he was definitely your type.

"So, how do you know the Mikaelsons?" Marcel asked, a little confused. "I didn't think they had any friends outside their family,"

"Klaus turned me centuries ago, when they were hiding out in my town." You explain, taking a sip of your wine. "They needed allies, so he made some of us into vampires."

"Ahh, been there, done that." Marcel replied with a smile, leaning in closer, his hand brushing against yours.

Elijah watched from the other end of the table, his eyes flickering between the pair, his stomach knotting with every touch and look exchanged between you.

You didn't miss his glances, or his frowns, and you wondered what his problem was. He had his gorgeous girlfriend by his side, why was he looking at you this way?

Klaus delighted in the growing jealousy he could see bubbling up inside Elijah. He knew his brother had always loved you, but never made a move. And now, he was paying for it.

Klaus watched as you flirted with Marcel, enjoying the sight of Elijah growing increasingly frustrated.

"They seem cozy, how cute," he mused, his eyes gleaming.

"Yes, it appears that way," Elijah replied, his jaw clenching.

Hayley smiled at you and Marcel, "they’d make a good couple,"

"Would they?" Elijah asked, a hint of irritation in his tone.

Hayley didn't notice, she was too busy watching the way your eyes lingered on each other's and the way Marcel leaned in close and whispered in your ear, making you laugh.

Elijah didn't miss the spark in your eyes as you spoke with Marcel, the way your face lit up and the way his fingers traced patterns on your skin.

He wanted to rip his heart out.

He felt himself growing angrier by the minute, his hands clenched and his jaw tight. He could barely keep up with the conversation, his attention focused on you, his jealousy eating away at him.

There you were, so close, your laughter filling the air, the sound he had been longing to hear for so long. And he was stuck sitting across from you, watching you get closer to another man.

"Jackson, tell me about this ritual you mentioned earlier," Klaus said, interrupting Elijah's thoughts.

"Well," Jackson began, looking between Hayley and Elijah awkwardly. "It could possibly give the pack hybrid-like abilities,"

Hayley smiled, "that's exactly what we need Klaus, an army to protect our child."

"What would this ritual involve?" Elijah asked, trying to distract himself from the sound of your laughter.

"A marriage," Jackson answered. "Between myself and Hayley,"

"A marriage?" Hayley asked, confused. "I thought this was just a ritual?"

Jackson shook his head, "in order for it to work, we need to marry,"

Hayley frowned, looking between Jackson and Elijah. She wasn't sure how she felt about the idea of marrying anyone but Elijah, but she had no choice, she would do anything for her daughter.

"It would give us the power and numbers we need," Klaus agreed. "We could protect Hope from anyone who wished her harm."

Elijah felt strangely relieved, despite knowing how selfish it was. He thought he loved Hayley, that her marrying another would bother him, but he was more bothered by the way Marcel was touching you, he realized that his feelings for Hayley weren't enough.

He still loved you, and he always would.

"I guess that's it then," Hayley sighed, glancing over at Elijah, wondering what was going through his mind.

"We can discuss it further tomorrow, but I'm sure it's something that would benefit us all," Elijah said, his voice steady.

Hayley nodded, her heart breaking at his indifference. She didn't understand, she had hoped he would argue against it, at least a little bit, but it appeared she was mistaken.

She glanced over at you, seeing the way you kept looking at Elijah. She realized that your presence had shifted something in her relationship, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger towards you.

After dinner, everyone had a drink or two and mingled. Elijah and Hayley found a private corner to chat about her wedding, their conversation awkward and strained, filled with hidden meanings.

"Are you alright?" Elijah asked, noticing the pain in her eyes.

"Yeah, fine." Hayley nodded, taking a sip of her drink. "I just thought you would... I dunno... Protest the wedding more."

Elijah hesitated, "we need to do whatever we can to bring home Hope." He spoke carefully, "you know that I... care for you."

Hayley looked away, trying to hide the hurt on her face. He 'cared for' her, but it wasn't enough.

"You care for me," she repeated, her voice lacking the inflection of surprise. "But you don't love me, do you?"

She looked up at him, their eyes locking. He looked at her sadly, the regret in his eyes telling her all she needed to know.

"You'll always have a place in my heart, Hayley," he said. "It's just-"

"She's back," she finished, nodding sadly. "You've always loved her."

Elijah didn't respond, instead he simply stared at her, their eyes full of unspoken words, unshed tears and the promise of a life together that would never be.

Hayley took a breath, blinking back her tears.

"I should probably go and join the others," she said, turning to walk away. "I'll… see you around,”

Elijah released a breath, running his hand through his hair. He stood there, debating whether he should go over and talk to you.

Hayley could tell from the way you'd been looking at him that your feelings for him were the same. She was hurt, and a little drunk, and a more than a bit angry.

Her eyes narrowed as she saw Marcel whisper something in your ear, his hand resting on your shoulder. You seemed to have every man here wrapped around your finger instantly, even Elijah.

Hayley walked up to you, her eyes flashing. "It's incredible how you just return out of the blue and have every man here panting at your heels."

You raised an eyebrow, not expecting the hostility.

"I'm sorry, have I offended you in some way?" You asked, giving her a confused look.

"No, you're just a slut who can't seem to keep her hands off the men around here." Hayley snapped.

You looked at her in surprise, a small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Marcel and I were only flirting," you replied.

Hayley glared at you, her fists clenching. You could see the rage burning in her eyes, and you were tempted to push her further, just to see how far you could take it. But before you could, Jackson was by her side, a worried look on his face.

"Come on Hayley, let's get some air," he said, pulling her away from you.

Marcel watched as they left, his arm draped around your shoulders.

"What was that about?" He asked, glancing down at you.

"Your guess is as good as mine," you shrugged, your gaze drifting over to Elijah.

He was looking at you as well, his eyes wide and searching, as if he couldn't believe you were really there.

"I'm sorry Marcel, I think I'm going to turn in early," you said, smiling apologetically. "It's been a long day."

Marcel nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Call me sometime, if you're interested," he said with a grin, winking playfully.

"Sure, thanks." You nodded, returning his smile.

You made your way over to Klaus, thanking him for the dinner, and bidding him a goodnight. You then approached Elijah, a small smile on your face, your heart pounding.

"It's wonderful to see you, after all these years," he said, his voice a little hoarse.

"You too, Elijah." You said, giving him a genuine smile.

"I want to show you something, before you go." He said, extending his hand out to you.

You hesitated, glancing down at his hand, a part of you afraid to get your hopes up, to believe that he saw you as more than a friend. But when your eyes met his, you could see something in his gaze, and it gave you the confidence you needed to take his hand.

"Lead the way,"

Elijah gave you a small smile, leading you to his study. He walked over to his desk, searching around until he pulled out a wooden box.

He placed it on the desk, opening the lid. Inside was a pendant necklace, a gold chain with a small emerald medallion hanging from it, with your initials engraved.

You hadn't seen it in centuries, not since the night you parted, and the sight of it brought a flood of emotions crashing down.

"You kept it," you whispered, your eyes stinging with tears.

"Of course," Elijah replied, his voice quiet, a smile playing on his lips. "It was yours, it belongs with you."

Your fingers gently grazed the pendant, the cool metal a reminder of your human life. It was given to you by your mother, the only thing you had left of her. You had treasured it, and when it broke, Elijah had offered to get it fixed for you.

But when Mikael arrived and you were separated, you thought it was forever lost.

"You got it fixed," you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.

"Yes, it was important to you." Elijah replied, his voice soft, a smile on his face.

"After all these years, after everything, why did you keep it?" You asked, confused.

"It was all I had left of you," he replied, his voice barely audible.

You swallowed, unable to speak, your throat tight and your chest aching. You'd never imagined he'd held onto such a keepsake, a reminder of you he held onto for centuries after he believed you to be dead.

Elijah gently picked up the necklace, placing it around your neck, his hands lingering.

"I'm happy to return this to you," he whispered. "It's where it belongs."

Your hand went up to the pendant, tears streaming down your cheeks. You turned to face him and his hand cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears. You leaned into his touch, his skin warm against yours.

He stared into your eyes, his expression filled with emotion, his heart beating erratically.

"I want you to know that I..." his voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right words. "That I have never forgotten you."

"I never forgot you either," you whispered, your gaze dropping to his lips, your own parting.

He leaned in slowly, closing the gap between you. His lips were soft, gentle, as they pressed against yours, you both sighed, melting into each other. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close.

He moved you back until you hit the desk, his lips moving down your neck, nipping and kissing, causing you to moan. Your hands grasped at his clothes, tugging him closer, desperate for him.

Elijah lifted you onto the desk, pushing his body between your legs, his hardness pressed against you. His mouth was on yours again, his hands roaming your body, exploring every inch.

"Wait, wait," you panted, breaking the kiss. "You are with Hayley,"

Elijah paused, his eyes locked with yours, his chest heaving. "Not anymore."

You stared at him, confusion and desire muddling your thoughts.

"What?" You managed, still struggling to catch your breath.

"We broke up, tonight," he explained, his voice husky, his hands caressing your thighs.

You shook your head, trying to clear your mind, but his closeness and his hands on your body were making it impossible to think. He kissed you again, his lips hungry, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you.

You moaned, arching into him, your hands roaming his body, pulling him closer. His hands tugged at your dress, hiking it up your thighs, moving your panties to the side.

"I want you," he muttered, his eyes dark, filled with lust.

You whispered his name as his fingers slipped inside you, his thumb rubbing your clit. His mouth was on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, nibbling softly. You gasped, your hands grasping at his belt, trying desperately to undo it.

He pushed his pants and underwear down, his cock springing free. He positioned himself between your legs, easing into you slowly. Your eyes locked, both of you filled with an intense, desperate need for the other.

Elijah groaned, gripping the desk, his knuckles turning white, as he began thrusting into you, slow and deep. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, your moans filling the room.

His movements became faster, more frantic, his cock hitting that spot deep inside you. You felt yourself getting closer, your muscles tightening, your breathing becoming shallow.

His lips crashed against yours, his hands gripping your thighs, holding them open. The desperate way he was fucking you was a testament to the feelings he held for you, and it only fueled your desire for him.

You moaned into his mouth as you came, your orgasm hitting you hard, making your body tremble, your muscles spasming.

Elijah buried his face in your neck, sinking his fangs into you as he let go, his body shuddering. You held him, stroking his hair, feeling his body relax.

"I've always loved you," he whispered.

"I love you, too." You replied, kissing his temple.

He kissed you again, his hands cradling your face. He smiled at you, his eyes filled with warmth, and a deep love that was reserved only for you.

It felt like coming home.

♡♡ Hayley is jealous of you -> you are jealous of Hayley -> Elijah is jealous of Marcel... & Marcel is too cool to care. ♡♡ ~What kind of jealously geometry is this??? I'm a writer not a mathematician lol~

[n-s4kayaky]

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ ɪɴ sɪɢʜᴛ!

Pairing: Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been with Buggy for a long time as his partner and faithful travel companion for at least 2 years. After the encounter in Orange City with the Straw Hats and having lost your precious Captain for several days, you and his crew finally find him but… He's made an alliance with a beautiful woman you don't know, you know Buggy loves you; But you can't help but feel a little twinge of jealousy because of that woman. Buggy notices and well… Let's say he's flattered and will teach you that he's completely yours just like you're completely his

Rating/Warnings: Explicit, 18+ Only, MDNI, Smut, some spoilers for the anime about LogueTown, Vaginal Fingering, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Pet Names, Penis In Vagina Sex, Rough Sex, Dom Buggy, Established Relationship, Fem!Reader, Oral Sex F!Reciving, Creampie, ensecurities in the Reader, jealousy on the part of the reader,

Many weeks had passed after the encounter with that straw hat boy who had fought with Buggy, and eventually due to his great confidence he lost, being turned into a small doll with feet, hands and his head, leaving you as the only memory of him what was left of his body. They made Buggy take to the skies and get lost from your side, you were worried, very worried, not only had you kept half of his body and he was somewhat helpless due to his condition but the crew already gave him up for dead. You went to a nearby island, where you were to celebrate his funeral, the whole crew was torn apart, many wept for the loss of their captain; But the one who was most worried was you. You hadn't eaten well for days to sleep, you clung to the torso of your missing lover tightly, still having a hope that he would return

After several events on the island where you were going to do the funeral, Buggy appeared in all his glory, calling with his power his remaining body and recomposing himself to be the complete man you loved so much. Obviously you were all happy to see him alive, in fact, the first thing you did was to go to him with tears in the corners of your eyes and hug him tightly, which he quickly returned to you while caressing your head with the affection that you remembered and longed for so much. After several reunions and hugs, Buggy asked you to follow him, and you and his crew did as the captain ordered, and led them to the shore where a large pink wooden ship with hearts and a large duck's head for a mast was waiting. A woman came out of that boat…Beautiful, she had perfect skin, beautiful black hair, a beautiful body as well as some nice features, the crew obviously came out when they saw her and quickly questioned their captain who this beautiful woman was and Buggy introduced her as Alvira, that woman had helped him while he was lost in the wide ocean and they had made an alliance to be able to finish off that boy with a straw hat. When you heard that, a small shiver ran through your body and a slight pang of jealousy pricked the back of your head, you tried to calm down and put the jealousy aside; But they only got worse…

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Here you were, sitting in a bar with Buggy, Alvira, Cabaji and Mohji with a cape and hood on which hid your body and face from any curious Marine. You had gone to LogueTown because of information that they had sighted the group of straw hats coming here, so Buggy and… She had decided to go there to meet them and fight. The bar where you were sitting was a bit crowded, the sounds were mixed; but your hearing had been focused on Buggy and Alvira's conversation, listening to all their words while your eyes were fixed on the glass you were drinking, trying not to notice how your attention was completely focused on them. Your body was ablaze with jealousy, your fingers intertwined in the fabric of your pants while your foot drummed due to the little anxiety that flooded your body. You knew perfectly well how much Buggy loved you, you had never doubted him; But in these moments you did begin to doubt. What if they're lovers without you knowing? I mean, that woman was beautiful and had an attractive body that made any man salivate for her. What if Buggy has stopped loving you for her? He was helping him when he got lost, plus they both have the same goal and we mention again their physical appearance. Besides, Buggy didn't spend much time with you those days, he spent his time in the office with that woman talking about his plans, which made your jealousy and insecurities go even worse

A voice snapped you out of your overthinking, you raised your head quickly, still somewhat disoriented, and saw that the caller was Mohji, who was watching you with some concern. Mohji is a good friend of yours, since you set foot on Buggy's boat you had struck up a good friendship, eventually, being such a good friend of yours you had told him what was happening to you those days and what was going around your head. You blinked several times and he cocked his head, "Are you okay Y/N? I see you…" I ask with some concern in my tone, making everyone at the table turn their attention to you, "I'm fine! Perfectly, don't worry… You spoke quickly, not wanting to draw too much attention, as much as they wanted to tell him how you feel to Buggy you were a little afraid of bothering him or something like that, besides, he seemed quite focused on looking for a good strategy.You just sighed and took your drink, taking a sip of this one. "As I told you dear my dear" Alvira said to Buggy as she put her hand on his shoulder, you widened your eyes when you heard her and quickly choked on the drink, coughing it up while you gave yourself a few small strokes on the chest. Dear? Like that dear?! How dare that woman call YOUR Buggy as my dear, who did she think it was? Again everyone looked at you "Are you okay sweet cheeks?, it's true that I look strange on you" Buggy pronounced as he watched you, you quickly shook your head as you took a napkin and wiped your chin of the traces of drink and saliva "I'm fine, I'm fine! I just swallowed badly," you said, letting out a small nervous laugh as you motioned to the waiter to bring you another drink, "Are you sure..?" Buggy muck before being cut by Alvira: "That's your third drink… Are you going to drink more?" He said as he looked you up and down scanning you

You felt your eye twitch and you looked at the woman with a small awkward smile. "Yes... There is, is there a problem?" You said with anticipation to see where it was going, preparing for the worst "Well, as much as we are pirate women we still have to maintain composure... You know, keep the line" He said while taking one last look at your body taking a sip of his drink, how hypocritical. You felt your soul leave your body at her words and return again, just as anger built up in your body and bubbled up in it. You cleared your throat slightly as you watched Alvira leave the glass on the table, who was silently watching your interaction. Buggy looked at Alvira with a grimace, you could see the annoyance and anger in his eyes; But before she could open her big red-painted mouth, Alvira spoke again. "I'm saying this for your own good." You got up from the table and slammed your hand on the wood, making the glasses shake from your blow. You looked at him seriously and immediately turned around. "My thirst has gone, I'm on the boat." You said dryly while As you were walking towards the exit of the bar, Buggy got up behind you; But before he could reach you, you had already left and Alvira had taken his arm to make him stay. "Dear, we must stick with the plan." "Fuck the plan and screw you, don't talk to my girlfriend like that again." He said angrily as he pulled away from the woman's grasp with a disgusted face.

At that moment Buggy's mind was crazy and his body was full of anger, how the hell did that woman dare to say and treat you like that?! He had no forgiveness, anyone who spoke ill to you deserved to be hooked to the spinning wheel and have knives thrown at him until he bled to death. You were a perfect woman, well, perfect was not enough for him, you were great in his eyes! With your beautiful body which he loved and admired every time you are under him, writhing with pleasure while you take him as well as you always do, your beautiful smile that he loves with his whole body every time he lets out a joke or any joke he knows. that will make you laugh, your beautiful hair and your beautiful face with its beautiful expressions, everything about you is perfect for him, and he will not allow anyone to say otherwise! He ran towards the ship and went straight to your room, where the door was closed. He knocked on the door gently while waiting for your response "Honey, are you here? Can I Come in?" He said in a low and sweet tone while he grabbed the door handle waiting for an answer.

In those moments you were lying in a small ball with your eyes closed while thousands of thoughts flew through your head from one side to the other. A part of you wanted to cry because of the helplessness and that feeling of jealousy; But another part of you denied you from crying, rather it forced you not to do so and instead be angry. Alvira had not only made you feel bad because of her comment, but she had also made you distrust Buggy and feel that horrible feeling of jealousy. You tried to swallow your own tears and avoid crying because some couldn't help but spill from your eyes. Hearing a knock on the door you quickly got out of bed and when you heard Buggy's voice you quickly wiped the few tears that had spilled from your eyes "A-come in!" As you gave permission, the door opened and Buggy emerged, who closed the door behind him and quickly went to your side. He got down on his kneesin front of you and placed his gloved hands on your cheeks, caressing them gently, in his eyes you can see his concern for you "Oh darling, are you okay? That damn Alvira, how dare she say something like that about you?! I'll talk later." with her, I'm so sorry" He said with a surprisingly soft tone in his voice as his gloved hands caressed your lips. A spark of warmth spread through your body; but it quickly dissolved when you thought about that woman again, you looked away from Buggy's face and put one of your hands on top of the one that was caressing your cheek "It's okay... Don't worry about it Buggs... Maybe She's right" You said almost in a whisper, Buggy raised an eyebrow in surprise and his hand gave you a small blow on your head, he grabbed your chin and forced you to face his face full of anger "NO, NO, NO! Don't talk nonsense doll "Everything he said was an insult and I'm not going to allow it!" "But, you have an alliance with her, I don't want it to be ruinedfor me... Besides, being the woman she is, she's right.." You muttered in a low tone while you observed Buggy "I don't care about the alliance! I just want to get rid of that stupid straw hat boy! What do you mean, being the woman that is honey?" He asked, certainly surprised by your words. "Well... I mean, she is a beautiful woman... And-and she has perfect skin, in addition to a good body and, and... No I know, she's much more beautiful than me... Plus it seems like she's interested in you, because she's always with you and has pet names for you, and and.." "Hey, hey, hey, Honey, stop there" Buggy silenced you quickly. , moving his hand from your chin to your cheeks again, his face had a small smile painted on his lips as he looks at you "Doll, you are PERFECT, that woman doesn't have to envy you, in fact, she should be the one who feels envy... Also, honey, are you jealous of Alvira?" You pursed your lips while you tried to look away, feeling like your faceHe blushed softly with embarrassment. "C-could it be..." Buggy let out a small laugh and you looked at him with annoyance. "Don't laugh! It's just! Your call, dear!" You said while you looked away, somewhat embarrassed. Buggy let out one last laugh and shook his head softly. Without warning, he grabbed your cheeks and gave you a warm kiss with a certain touch of need.

"Oh darling, you can call me whatever you want; but I'm YOURS... Do you want me to show it to you in a good way?" He said mischievously as he once again joined his red painted lips with yours, staining them with her waxy red paint. Buggy laid you on the bed, keeping his body above yours while he didn't break away from the kiss at any second. You felt his tongue pricking your lips, you opened them giving him access to his tongue into your mouth, and he quickly searched for your tongue with his muscle, intertwining them lasciviously, leading the rhythm of the kiss and being the dominant one. Your saliva mixed with each other along with your tongues, you could feel how your lower belly sent a spark of heat to your lower area, and you could notice how it began to get wet from excitement. You separated from the kiss due to the lack of oxygen, your mouths were still held together by the thin thread of saliva that came out of them, Buggy's eyes scanned yourface flushed and already stained by her makeup along with your breathing hard with desire "Look at you so pretty, already looking at me all needy, I bet your pretty pussy is already wet uhm?" He said with a wide smile on his face while he directed one of his hands to your mouth, you looked at his gloved fingers and you already knew what you had to do, you delicately took the tip of the finger of his glove between your teeth and Buggy was sliding his little by little, revealing his beautiful hand outside the glove. As if struck by lightning, his newly naked hand went down your body to the hem of your pants, lifting them up and putting his hand down your already damp underwear, his long fingers ran over your wet lips already stained in your excitement, making a small gasp came out of your captain's lips "Everything is wet for me... And to think that you were jealous of that woman, having you here and being so perfect for me" He commented against your sensitive neck,slowly licking it with the tip of his tongue until he wrapped his lips around your neck, biting into it and sucking on your tender flesh. You moaned at the sensation of her lips sucking on your neck and her fingers teasing your wet entrance.

Your captain's hands spread your thighs, exposing your wet entrance, he pulled away from your neck with a wide smile as he moved his body until he was between your legs. You gasped as his fingers moved across your wet pussy, picking up the moisture from it, once his fingers were soaked with your arousal Buggy brought them to his mouth, lasciviously licking them while his eyes watched your completely flushed face. Your pussy tightened at nowhere as you watched your captain lick his wet fingers in your arousal with such lust, causing a spiral of pleasure to swirl in your lower belly. Buggy stuck his fingers out of his mouth with a loud "POP" as he stared at you with hungry eyes "So sweet… He lowered his head as he stuck out his fat tongue which was already drooling with a mixture of your arousal, he gave your pussy a long lick, making you moan as he let out a sigh of satisfaction. Buggy quickly stuck his wet tongue into your tender walls, licking them enthusiastically while his big red nose rubbed against your needy. You groaned as you looked up, resting on your shoulders as you watched your captain's head between your thighs. You gently moved your hips against his face, causing Buggy to grab them tightly and push them against the mattress, making it impossible for you to move them.You gasped as he lightly pulled his tongue out of your wet pussy, now full of saliva and your fluids, his mouth closed around your needy clit, sucking and licking it as if it were a delicious candy. You saw the extrellas as you could feel the attention you needed, meows escaping your lips as you tried to move your hips against her mouth. Your hand moved quickly and went to Buggy's head, taking her scalp and gently tugging at it, Buggy moaned against your pussy and began to lick and absorb your pussy faster, one of his hands moved away from your hips and quickly inserted one of his fingers into your needy pussy, moving this one quickly as his tongue swirled around your clitoris, staining it with his saliva. You threw your head back moaning, feeling your orgasm build up quickly, another finger inserted into your hole, massaging your rubbery walls and hitting that delicious spot. You moaned and let out a loud moan, gripping your captain's scalp tightly as you cummed because of his skillful tongue and fingers.

A moan came out of your captain's mouth, causing it to vibrate in your pussy, you moaned as you watched as he gave one last lick to your already sensitive entrance, panting in front of it as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your pussy, reveling in the sight of your wet pussy squeezing around nowhere as it came out of you. She licked her lips stained in your fluids and saliva while the makeup was a complete mess, one of the fingers that was in your hole went up to your, massaging it through your overstimulation, making you moan and arch your back "Look at you looking so pretty to me… And you thought another woman interested me? Baby, you're so mensa, I could never leave this sweet and delicious pussy" He said as he gave a little slap to your damp slit making you moan. Buggy got up from between your legs, looking at you with a look full of lust and need, he hurriedly began to take off his clothes with the help of his Chop Chop power, leaving him totally naked before your eyes. You watched his beautiful cock, erect to his belly, its pink tip bringing out some pre-cum, moistening it. Your captain's body got on top of yours as he brushed his erection against your wet entrance, poking your and caressing your wet lips as he taunted you, lightly poking his tip in and out, feeling the need build up inside you.Buggy's remaining red mouth moved closer to your ear, biting your lobe as he spoke to you in a whisper, "Now… Let me show you who I belong to, darling." He said in a purr against your ear as he slipped completely into your deep hole. A moan came from your lips in unison, your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing his body closer to yours as he felt him open your walls to accommodate his cock. Buggy gasped in your ear as it began a deep, rapid pace, hitting that delicious spot inside you several times. Both bodies rubbed against each other, moaning every time the hair on her chest brushed and tickled against your sensitive nipples. "M-look… Taking me so well… Fuck, baby I love this wet little pussy you have..!" His punches grew harder, Buggy's hands darting to your hips, grabbing the tender flesh of it as he hammered your insides. Your head turned backwards and your captain took the opportunity to start attacking your neck with bites and hickeys

You felt how the accumulation of pleasure formed in a spiral in your belly, your walls were pulled against your captain's cock making him gasp while he bit hard your neck, you moaned as you felt how his pelvis rubbed against your clit, the orgasm almost came and as if Buggy read your mind he directed one of the hands that were on your hips towards your clitoris, brushing this one quickly "Come on honey, cum around my cock… Hold me like you know how" As if it were magic, as he barked the request between moans and gasps you couldn't take it anymore, cum around his cock while you let out a big moan. Buggy stuttered with his movements, feeling your pussy milk his cock hard. He grabbed your hips tightly again and started hitting you as if he wanted to break your pelvis, you arched your back at the overstimulation, drooling lightly while all you could say were incoherent babbling. Buggy watched as his cock was swallowed by your pussy and a white ring of fluid formed around it. He gasped as he chased his release, gave a big thrust at the entrance of your cervix and cum, laughing as his cock threw a good load of his cum inside you, making you feel warm and full. Buggy collapsed on top of you, both of you with rapid breathing and sweaty bodies, your captain's lips met yours, giving you a kiss full of love and adoration "Now, I hope it has become clear to you that I am yours… Like you're mine, aren't you doll?" He said with a wide smile on his face as he looked at your blushing face. A small smile escaped your lips stained in her red makeup, the insecurities and jealousy had completely disappeared from your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips "He's absolutely right, Captain…"

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Yandere Nu carnival

Warnings: kidnapping, drugs, violence, stalking

Yakumo

He's so sweet, how can you say no to that face? You never really get to see his yandere tendencies, and he plans to keep it that way as long as possible. The only time he has ever appreciated his snake power was when he can punish people who were mean to you. He genuinely loves you and wants you to be happy, and he's happy watching you flourish. Vengeance and violence are his only yandere tendencies but never directed to you. No matter what he would never hurt you. He would be heartbroken if you fell for someone else. Torn apart between his love for you and his need to have you happy.

Edmond

He fights with his feelings for you constantly. He knows what he's feeling is wrong but he can't stop. It's your fault he can't get you out of his head. He will have some of his men keep an eye on you when he has to take care of duties for the king or Eiden. His guards are never allowed to interact with you though. If he finds out one of them touched you! No one will be able to find the body. He takes your safety more seriously than he takes the kings. He hates these overwhelming feelings. He will sometimes bake you sweets and leave it on your doorstep. He doesn't get close to you. He desperately wants to, but he's so scared to mess it up. He feels unworthy of your attention. Unless something happens to you and he has to intervene you probably won't see him. You'll just have a secret admirer.

Olivine

Unknowingly manipulative. He wants to be a beacon of light in this scary world for you. It's not his fault that his fans are crazy, but if they ever say anything to you he's always there with open arms ready to comfort you. He scolds his followers who get jealous of you. He understands their jealousy though, he feels the same when he sees you with others. Although he doesn't act on his jealousy. He would write stories about you to read to the kids who come to the temple. He would also write some private stories for himself as well. He feels guilty about these stories and will get you little gifts the next day…you have lots of little gifts from him.

Quincy

For a man so big he is deadly quiet when he wants to be. If you're from the tribe he checks in on you every once in a while but doesn't do much else. If you're from the city though… Just a clumsy little thing that wandered too far into his territory. There's no way you'd survive without him, you're far too weak. So he's got to protect you right? He's always had protective instincts but has never felt the need to act like this before. Topper is worried about him but there's nothing to be worried about, he's just watching over you. If you get too lost and stumble into his cabin he thinks it's perfect. He can put in the effort this once to take care of this little stray.

Kuya

This is a big game to him but it's a game he's going to win. You started off as a play thing he became obsessed with. Just a lost little rabbit that fell into the foxes den. He doesn't even need to touch you to punish you. Illusions of your loved ones dying or feeling your bones break. You feel everything and its so real that you can't think straight when you come out of the illusion. Half the time he lets you cry in his arms after the punishment asking softly if you learned your lesson. You nod your head as you cry but you know you'll be punished again. He will use any excuse to punish you just to see more of your delicious reactions. You're too scared to try and run, you really are a rabbit in his maw.

Blade

He wants to know everything about you. Isolating, he gets extremely jealous when others are near you. Unironically calls you darling. Eliminator who will kill anyone who he thinks gets close to you. The only exception is the clan members because he can't make Eiden sad, but he will hurt them as a warning if he feels the need to. He does not feel like what he's doing is wrong, he just knows he feels so strongly. The only other person allowed to get close to you is Eiden because it's “double cuteness”. Totally delusional as well. He thinks you love him just as much as he loves you and there's no way to get him to see reality.

Garu

Puppy. He just wants to be by your side. His feelings and affection for you are genuine. Unfortunately his fear of abandonment is what could trigger some of his more obsessive tendencies. Escape is not an option either if you try to avoid him or run away well you're not going to get very far when he can just sniff you out. Him and Karu have been alone for so long and will be heartbroken if you were to leave. He's incredibly protective of you and is always on the lookout if anybody would want to try to hurt or take advantage of you. Just don't leave him and he'll do pretty much anything you want.

Karu

Now unlike Karu who is content just being near you, Garu needs to have you. He is much more possessive and just as protective. While Karu will beat up people who say things behind your back, Garu will tear them apart if someone so much as looks at you wrong. After he will grab your arm with his bloody hand and drag you away. You are his and will make sure you know your place.

Dante

He wants to keep you close. He would give you an easy job in the palace like feeding the animals or cleaning the arena. Not something too dangerous, but close enough to danger that it impresses you whenever you see him beast taming or training soldiers. He wants you to think he's strong, smart, and perfect. Even if he knows he's not perfect he wants you to look up to him, maybe even worship him. He's pretty tame as long as you don't try to leave Solaria or get a boyfriend/girlfriend. If you do he won't take it out on you though. He will simply get rid of whoever dares get close to you. He is all you will ever need anyway, it's not like anyone else can provide more than him.

Rei

Oh yeah he'll just kidnap you. He thinks and plans so fast so it's only a few days between meeting you and taking you. However the whole thing was miraculously planned out. It only took him a few days to learn everything about you, you really should have better home security. Well that doesn't really matter because you're coming to his cabin anyway. You can't even fight him, not in a way that matters. He's too smart to trick and won't lower his guard. If he thinks for a moment you are planning something he has plenty of drugs to keep you complacent.

Eiden

He already has a giant harem, so why not join it? He can flirt his way into most guys' pants so he will definitely use that experience on you. He figures if he can seduce you he can win your heart after. First he just needs to show what he's good at. He may also convince some of the other clan members to help win you over. Blade Garu Yakumo and Olivine are more than happy to have a new friend around. If they are yandere too then you don't stand a chance. You want to get away? Nope, now you have a clan member escorting you back to Eiden. Its not that bad, Eiden doesn't punish or anything like that. Still your basically stuck in a gilded cage.

Aster

Unfortunately you have no choice but to do what he says. He has so much blackmail on you. Most of it is small things that don't matter, but a collection of every mistake you've made you can't ignore. He has blackmail on your family too, enough to get them executed. You don't want your friends or family caught in this, right? As long as you continue to dote on him he won't say a word. He doesn't want gifts or anything from you. Just your presence, attention, and maybe some blood…

Morvay

Does it count as a stalker if you know he's there? Like always there. He visits you any chance he gets, and he has so much free time. He'll annoy Aster for spending money to buy you gifts. Not wholesome gifts like some of the others, no he'd rather get you lingerie or a toy and once even got you a small bottle of aphrodisiac. He won't act without consent but he is constantly wearing you down. You can't get a moment of peace. He will insert himself into your life until you think of him as much as he thinks of you. At the end of the day he just wants you to use him.

[aliveinacoffin]

Deja ya de llorar

Shoto x GN! Reader

You've had a very bad day, and you're very tired, and you have a very cute husband.

little angst/very comfort, mostly fluff ^*^

The front door swung open harshly before it was more gently clicked into place. The decoration hung on the outside knocking back in protest.

You violently kicked your shoes off, not bothering to put them neatly back in their place in the shoe cubby that rested against the wall. Trying to get on with the settling down process, you went through the motions of hanging up your jacket, not noticing that you missed your mark and instead, it fell miserably to the floor.

"I'm hooome." You sighed, barely loud enough to be heard from the front door to the kitchen. You then limply tripped over the side, flopping down hard on the couch, squishing your face on the plush cushions.

There was silence in the house, no sounds of music or the TV playing. Most notably, no sound of your husband. Usually, he was out in the dining room doing papers or just otherwise bumbling around the house. Sometimes he'd meal prep or work out or even just be doing some D.I.Y project. But today, there seemed to be an absence of him. Which, wasn't a big deal, both of you were heroes, having met each other in class 1-A. Ever since you two had just been inseparable, clung together like magnets. Still, he made no mention that he would be working late.

You sighed and flipped over to your back, and took your phone out of your pocket. Lazily, you dialed his work phone and waited for him to pick up.

"This is Icy-Hot. I'm not available right now, reach either my assistant, partner, or me at a later time. I apologize for the inconvenience." The familiar one-toned voice you had gotten used to bleated back to you, and the phone beeped to leave a message. You made a confused noise before moving over to his personal phone number, the one that not many people had.

Just as the call was going to send you to voice mail, he picked up. "Hello? Is everything alright?" Shoto's voice called out to you, concern lacing his voice.

"No," You sighed, exhaustion taking over you slowly, unable for you to fight it much longer, "You weren't home and I was just making sure you were alive."

He chuckled, "Well I am don't worry. I'm on my way home soon, just another big battle in Tokyo, and you know how traffic can be." He sounded happy and content, and jealousy filled you at his ease.

"I hope it went well, and I'm glad you're safe. I love you, get home soon."

"It did, I'll tell you more at home. I love you, I'll see you soon."

The call disconnected, leaving the house in silence again. Suddenly, without even prompt or major reason, tilled filled your eyes and you were left breathless.

You were so tired, your body and mind so worn down that everything was moving too fast for you to keep up. Your eyes stung all the time, and your joints ached, body screaming in protest for running on fumes for so long.

You also had so many hard cases this month, a tsunami had hit the east, and because of the shortest of pros, you had been sent down there to mitigate the damage. The things you saw only added to the pile of horrors that kept you up at night. Lost little girls, old men torn apart, and young men crying in the middle of the street would haunt you for years to come. The paperwork and reconstruction that took weeks to finish, on top of commission work and public work, you were left beaten and bruised.

You cried yourself to sleep on the couch, too tired to change out of your civilian clothes or even move yourself to a comfortable position to find even a restful sleep.

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When you woke up, crusty, thirsty, and hungry, you found yourself in your shared room. Pictures of you and Shoto decorated the space, along with your different families and friends. Books, papers, and other small trinkets littered the room. When you came home after being away from a work trip, it always made your heart warm and fuzzy at your cozy living space, knowing you shared it with the person you loved the most.

You heard soft music from the downstairs, and slowly you drifted out of your bedroom. (You were also pleasantly surprised to find yourself in soft pjs.) Peeking out, a smiled crawled on your face at the sight you were blessed with.

Shoto, still in his hero outfit, was swaying softly to a soft song that you recognized, Hijo del corazón. While doing so he was making your favorite comfort meal. Both of you always had each other's comfort meals prepped and ready to go in case the others needed it.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" You said sleepily, hooded bagged eyes looking at him with ease.

Shoto turned to you, jumping a little in surprise before he completely melted under your gaze.

"Yeah, you tell me every day you love me, plus, I get a daily reminder you do every time I wash my hands." He tapped to the ring on his finger, the pale moon gem that was the centerpiece. The weight of your sun ring reminded you of both your vows, in sickness and in health.

"True, but I super love you." You walked closer to him, nuzzling against him while he kept busy.

"I love you, hard day?" He asked, and even though his eyes were on the food, you knew you had his full undivided attention.

"Hard month more like it. I'm just glad we're almost done though." You sighed, dragging your feet to grab a glass of water. Your heart filled with warmth when you saw your respective bachelor party cups.

"I'm glad, I miss you at home." Shoto said almost pouting.

"Just a little bit more recon, and a smidge more paperwork and I'm back to a normal work schedule. What about you though?" You asked, eyeing him up and down with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" He turned to you, looking at you with his own raised eyebrows while he carried the food to the table.

"You're still in your hero suit, you didn't change back at the agency." You said that the answer was the simplest thing in the work. In truth, it kinda was.

"Oh," He looked down at himself, embracement suddenly flooding his cheeks. "I was just in such a rush to get home, I guess I didn't change." He started to eat with you.

"Why the rush? I'll always make it home." Or try to, at least.

"I missed you, plus, I have a surprise." Shoto suddenly got up, walking over to the kitchen to grab a fancy-looking velvet box.

"Sho' I don't mean to break your heart, but we've already gotten married." You laughed quietly at your own joke, turning in your spot to follow him.

"No not that. I know you don't really like jewelry, but I saw it and I just had to give it to you." He had you the box gently, placing it in your awaiting hands.

You looked at him before tenderly peeling open the box, and a gasp escaped your lips when you saw what was inside.

It was a beautiful golden heart-shaped locket. The design it had was stunning, on the front was an open sort of caged design, and you could see the inside of the locket through it. Around the mini heart-shaped window was a winged sort of design with small bridges on the side. On the back were two interlocked hearts surrounded by leaves and little tiny snowflakes.

When you peeled it open, it was your guy's wedding pictures. But it wasn't one where either of you were fake smiling. Instead, it was you ugly laughing with your eyes closed and leaning toward Shoto. While he had the widest grin ever looking at you so tenderly it made tears spring to your eyes.

"Oh Sho', it's beautiful. Thank you so much, I love it." You stood up to bring him into a tight hug. He hugged you twice as hard, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Of course, I hoped you'd like it." He whispered.

"I love it, thank you so much for being here for me." You sighed into his arms, the warm embrace he protected you into would always bring you inner peace.

God you loved this man, and you knew he loved you ten times as much.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

heart made up on you (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: Rooster, instead of thinking his girlfriend is cheating on him, goes, “Who is this punk and why won’t he leave my girlfriend alone?” and then scares him off and then they go home and have jealous sex i mean what anyways that’s it the end goodbye

summary: Some punk pilot flirting with his girlfriend is not going to ruin his relationship. He knows his girl is loyal. Still, he can’t help the jealousy bubbling up in his chest and it has been a while since he’s knocked a pilot down a few pegs, hasn’t it?

part of same mistakes-verse

title comes from heart made up on you by r5

based off of this request 

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist 

warnings: swearing, flirting, jealousy, a pilot who can’t keep his hands to himself, allusions to sex, i got so torn between jealous Rooster and Rebel’s an independent woman, brief references to past events in same mistakes-verse but not necessary to understand for reading this

word count: 2,501

The sound of boots on the floor resounded through the mostly empty bar as the jukebox played. The sandy-haired kid looked up at the group of pilots approaching him, a shy smile on his face. Hangman looked to Penny, a smirk on his face. “Hey Pen, who's the fresh meat?”

She returns the smirk, knowing the poor kid is in for a few jabs from the cocky pilot. “New pilot, shipped in this morning as part of the new TOPGUN class. Play nice Hangman.” Hangman took the toothpick from his mouth, turning to her.

“When have I not?” She moved further down the bar to serve your Dad. 

“Would you like an itemized list?” She called back and you chuckled softly to yourself. 

“So new kid, you got a name?” Phoenix asks, shifting closer to the boy. He shrugged. 

“Ben-”

“No, like your callsign. What do they call you?” Hangman asks, toothpick now back in his mouth. 

“At- Atlantis.” he stammers out and Phoenix raises an eyebrow. 

“I liked new kid better.” Coyote mutters and you nudge him with your elbow, shooting him a look.

“That’s an interesting callsign, Atlantis.” Hangman said, testing the name on his tongue. “You crash your plane into the ocean a lot or something?” 

“Uh, no. The lost city of Atlantis is one of my special interests. Annoyed the boys all through flight school with it.” Hangman turned to you now and you looked at him curiously. 

“I can’t work with this, kid’s a loser!” Hangman exclaims and you chuckle, shaking your head.

“That’s also what you thought about me.” Bob remarks and you tilted your head in acknowledgement. 

“So Atlantis, you play pool?” Phoenix asks. He shakes his head. 

“Um, no, not really.” Hangman groaned and turned to Penny, where she was chatting with your Dad. 

“Penny, he’s a loser and he doesn’t play pool! How am I supposed to play nice?” You rolled your eyes, pushing Hangman out of the way. 

“Okay, that’s enough Hangman.” You stick your hand out. “I’m Rebel. This here’s Hangman, Phoenix and her back seater Bob, and my wingman Coyote.” His eyes widened. 

“No chance you two are the infamous ones who got the Gren Vipers shut down?” 

“That investigation was confidential.” Coyote said, eyes narrowing. Atlantis shrugs.

“Yeah, but you both know how it is on that base. Everyone talks. Plus, Owl got re-assigned to another squadron there and she let some of the secrets spill at the bar one night.” 

“I’m gonna kill her.” Coyote muttered and you turned to him.

“You’ll do no such thing.”

“But-”

“Let it go.” 

He sighs and mutters something under his breath. “Anyways, it’s really nice to meet you. Hear the two of you fly together really well.” 

“We do. And don’t mind Hangman. He’s like that to everyone. He’s just an asshole in general but he especially loves to pick on the new pilots stationed here.”

“Oh c’mon, I thought we were friends.” You turn around to face him. 

“I like you this much Seresin.” You said, holding up your fingers not even half an inch apart. He scoffs. 

“Wow, so was this means you’re all part of the Iron Daggers. We- we hear about you guys all the time back on base, they say that-” Phoenix rolls her eyes. 

“I’m going to play pool.” She says, grabbing Hangman’s wrist. “This one doesn’t need his ego inflated any more.” You nod as the four head to the back. Hangman’s protesting and you roll your eyes as you sit down across from Atlantis.

“Sorry, was that forward?” You shook your head, smiling at Penny as she slid your. beer. 

“Here’s a word of advice kid: Cut the ass-kissing. Hangman might enjoy the attention but it’s not gonna get you anywhere with the pilots or your TOPGUN class.” 

“Oh, I wasn’t-” You tilt your head, shooting him a look. He sighs.

“Yeah, okay maybe I was a little.” 

“The only people here you need to impress are your instructors and your COs. Getting along with your pilots isn’t a need but you’re not gonna find your place with them running after all the other squadrons. Relax, be yourself, and don’t crash. You’ll figure the rest out.” 

“How do you know that?” You shrug. 

“I been around the Navy for a while. Struggled through TOPGUN myself. Third in my class. My Dad’s Navy too, something you just pick up.” He nods. 

“Thanks. I’m- I’m kind of a loser on my base so to be here it’s-”

“Intimidating? Yeah, I know. Here, why don’t you have another beer? On me.” He nods as you flag Penny down. 

“Hey, thanks. Say, you, uh, got any other advice for me?” You tilt your head in thought as Penny come over, grabbing another beer. 

“What do you want to know?” 

“Hey Rebel, you and your friend gonna come play pol with us or what?” Coyote says as he slides an arm around your shoulder. 

“What, are you crazy? I’m not putting him back into Hangman’s line of fire.” Coyote nods. 

“Fair.” 

“So, are the rumors true? That the two of you are dating?” You snort, shaking your head. 

“Nope, just friends.” Coyote says, a wide smile on his face. 

“Oh, that’s a shame, the two of you look really nice together.” You glance at Coyote as his eyebrows raise. 

“Well, uh, thanks kid, but we’re just friends.” Coyote grabs the four drinks of the table and you shrug his arm off. 

“I’ll come play later.” Coyote sighs. 

“K, suit yourself.” He walks back to the group as you turn your attention to atlantis, who’s watching him walk away. 

“Don’t ‘k’ me!” You call back and he flips you off as he hands two of the beers of to Phoenix and Bob. You chuckle to yourself, shaking your head. 

“Still can’t believe the two of you aren’t dating.” 

“I can, he’s not my type.” Atlantis’s eyes flit back over to you. 

“That’s a shame, you’re pretty. The two of you would look nice together.” You nod your head. 

“Uh, thanks kid.” A silence settles over you as you take him in. The alcohol seems to be working as his statures relaxes. “Say, why don’t you tell me about the lost city of Atlantis? Put that knowledge to work.”

-

He welcomes the noise of the Hard Deck as he trudges his way up to the door. Having to stay late to finish paperwork had not been ideal but at least he hadn’t been alone, Payback and Fanboy having to stay too. Payback opens the door and Rooster scans the bar, clocking the young pilot who’s sitting just a little too close to his girlfriend. In the back, he can see most of his squadron playing pool. Well, except, they’re not really playing. All of them are watching what’s unfolding at bar, Coyote especially looking on with mild amusement. He feels an ugly feeling bubble up in his chest, one that leaves him feeling warm. Ignoring Fanboy, he moves towards you. Your back is turned away from the door, so when his arm wraps around your shoulder, you look up at him in surprise. “Hey baby.” You say as he leans down to kiss you softly. After a moment, the kiss going much longer than publicly appropriate, a cough sounds from behind you. You pull away first. “Mmm, sorry. Rooster, this is Atlantis, one of the new pilots here for the new TOPGUN class.” He nods, taking in the new pilots hanging around the bar. “Atlantis, this is my boyfriend, Rooster.” You send him teasing smile and he knows he’s been caught.

“Nice to meet you.” Atlantis says, extending his hand but Rooster simply eyes it, then taking in the boy. He’s definitely younger, fresh-faced. Got a pair of glasses that sit on his face. If he had to guess, he was probably soft-spoken and shy, not unlike Bob. Except for the fact that he’s been flirting with his girlfriend all night. Payback claps him on the shoulder, a second beer in his hand. 

“Bradshaw man, you gonna come play?” He looks to you and you nod. 

“Go have fun, I’ll be over later.” He nods, taking the beer from Payback and follows the man and his WSO to the table. Coyote’s looking at him with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“Don’t even start with me Coyote.”

“Didn’t say anything.” 

“You didn’t have to.”

“You know, they’ve been talking for an awfully long while, don’t you think?” Hangman taunts. 

“She said she’d be over later.” 

“Yeah, she said that two hours ago too.” Coyote says, the smirk not leaving his face. He shrugs, trying to fight down the feeling crawling up that he knows they’re encouraging. 

“She can talk to whoever she wants to. I’m the one she’s coming home to every night.” Phoenix sighs and shoots him a look. 

Bob huffs out a laugh. “What, you’re telling me you might not even a little bit jealous?” He knows the teasing from Bob is a direct result of hanging out with Phoenix too much. He also knows that Bob isn’t exactly wrong. 

“I’m not jealous.” He mumbles, feeling his face go hot. Maverick’s making his way towards them, a shit-eating grin of his own on his face. 

“Surprised you’re not doing anything about that back there.” He says, jerking his head towards his girlfriend and the pilot who is definitely mentally undressing her. Rooster shrugs. 

“Oh, well why should he? He’s not jealous.” Phoenix says, a grin on her face. Mav raises his eyebrows. 

“Is that so? Well, I mean, that’s good for you, but personally, I wouldn’t let that slide.” 

“C’mon Rooster, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you knock a pilot around.” Hangman calls. 

“Oh, and he’s going in for the subtle hand on the arm maneuver. Good boy.” Fanboy narrates and if looks could kill-

When Rooster looks back, Atlantis does in fact have his hand on her arm. She’s quick to move that arm though, running the hand through her hair and then closing it into a fist, using it to prop up her head. 

“See, she’s a big girl, she can take care of herself.” He defends and Coyote eyes him. 

“Sure, she could have half the bar on top of that kid if he made one wrong move. But’s she still your girl Rooster.” 

“So? She’s not my property or something.” Coyote opens his mouth to shoot back when Fanboy gives a low whistle. 

“Oh, going for the kill. Scooting closer now, going for the hand on the thigh.” Maverick clears his throat. 

“If you happen to hit him, I could possible pretend to be looking the other way.” The slimy feeling in his chest that he absolutely knows is jealousy is climbing it’s way into his throat now and his grip on his beer bottle tightens as he watches you cross your legs to keep the kid from being able to put his hand on your thigh. 

“His hand’s on his shoulder. Oh, he’s totally going for the kill now. I’d say we’re looking at attempted kiss in 2 minutes tops.” He shoots Fanboy a look that could have him buried six feet under as he passes his beer off to Maverick, taking quick strides to his girlfriend.

-

His hand’s on your shoulder. Great. 

“Look Atlantis, you’re a nice kid, but besides the fact that you’re way too young for me, I’ve got a boyfriend. A long-term one. So, um, if we could just-” You said, taking his hand of your shoulder and dropping it. “Not do that, that’d be great.” He scoffs. 

“Who needs him? You’re pretty, you could have any of these guys kissing the ground you walk on. You don’t need some washed up has-been.”

“Washed up has been?” Rooster’s voice reaches you and you smirk.  

“Respectfully, I’m not in the business of cheating on my boyfriend.” You say as Rooster’s arms slides around your shoulder. 

“Why baby? I’m sure I could show you a much better time.” Rooster snorts. 

“Yeah, I doubt that.” 

“Atlantis, a word of advice, if I may. Don’t make a habit out of flirting with people’s girlfriends. They won’t like that. Stay the nice kid you were at the beginning of the night.” He scoffs. 

“You’re the one who told me to relax, to be myself.” 

“Well, if this is the true you, I’d hate to fly with your sorry ass.” Rooster says. Atlantis rolls his eyes. 

“Damn Rebel, the talk about you does seem to be true, doesn’t it?” You raise an eyebrow. “Doesn’t matter, I don’t want someone who could only place third in their class anyways.” 

Rooster’s eyes widen and he draws himself up to his full height. “Alright kid, you know what? That’s enough. you’ve had plenty of time to talk to my girlfriend and now your time’s up. It’s my turn to talk. You’ve got some nerve talking like that, especially to one of the best damn pilots in the Navy. First, you flirt with her, then you put your hands on her knowing she has a boyfriend, and now you’re insulting her because you can’t get what you want? Three strikes, you’re out.” Rooster’s arm leaves your shoulder as he takes another step closer to Atlantis and leans down. “Now, normally, I’d toss you out on your ass myself, but this way’s more fun. See, because this way I get to watch her best friend toss you out on your ass and that kid’s been waiting for his moment all night.” He clears his throat and steps back, arm returning to your shoulder. “Penny my dear?” He calls, tone light. It’s a stark contrast from the dark one he’d bene using just second prior. 

She turns to him, a knowing glint in her eye. “What can I do for you Bradshaw?” 

“Ring the bell, if you wouldn’t mind? For disrespecting m’lady here.” She chuckles and turns, the bell clanging loudly through the bar. The bar begins to chant as Hangman and Coyote come around to the bar, the widest shit-eating grins on their faces. Coyote leans down as his arm comes around one side of Atlantis. 

“If you’re gonna survive here kid, you gotta learn not to mess with the Daggers.” 

“Especially not these two.” Hangman finishes and they lift him up as you wave goodbye, a smirk on your face. They make their way to the exist as you turn to look back at your boyfriend. Rooster replaces him in the seat next to you and you shake your head. 

“Jealous much?” You ask, your tone full of laughter. He shrugs. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve taken a cocky pilot down a few pegs.” You nod, hands sliding up his legs to his waist. They travel up his Hawaiian shirt and you pull yourself off the chair. You lean in, lips hovering over his. 

“Don’t worry baby, the only cocky pilot I want is you.” 

[the-s1lly-corner]

Is request open? Can i rquest for a jealous eyeless jack with a S/O that alway reassures him that they would never leave him and that the people that they talk to are just friend or family.

Jealous Eyeless Jack!!

Requests are open!! Yipee!!!

Ngl I'm so glad for this prompt because with my take on EJ this is just

Mwah

He's already insecure as is

I wanna start this off by saying that he doesn't nessacerarily treat you bad when jealous; and when he does it is a genuine accident and he will raise hell trying to fix it

We don't support toxic stuff here

Moving on

As per my silly headcannon, Eyeless Jack lives in a silly little cabin in the woods, all secluded from everyone

Due to that he doesn't expect or firce you to completely move in with him, be gets it's a huge change

However with that understanding, it does nothing to calm any insecurities he may feel

Can you really put all the blame on him? He used to be a normal guy and that got torn away from him, his life was turned upside down and he lost everything

He also wasn't the pinnacle of confidence and self love before everything; so that doesn't really..help..

Mostly unrelated to the jealousy, he wants to make sure you're safe at all times, so when he's not out getting.. "groceries".. he's watching from the sidelines to make sure everything is going well

I feel like that's how he ends up seeing you being all buddy buddy with someone else

Cue his self deprecating thoughts

He doesn't blame you, who would want to be with a flesh eating demon thing

When you swing by his cabin, after he fails to come to your place like he does every night, you find him sitting on his beat up couch

Please set the record straight because he'll probably be too caught up in his own head to work it out himself

He won't immediately bounce back to his

Okay well he's not a very cheerful person, or a chatty one

Actually him being bummed out and him being neutral are almost identical

Jokes aside, he won't really

Take his insecurities out on you directly

He's more so the type to beat himself up, isolate, and all that

At worst he'll probably make a mean comment about himself, or the person stealing your attention

Never says anything mean about you, though

He DOES feel dumb when you explain it's a friend/family member

I mean part of Jacks whole thing with "hunting" is to be observant, and be able to pick up on every detail and relationship his target has before he strikes

So how did he miss this about you?

I mean, he was originally gonna steal your organs when you first met/hj

Tldr; he's not the type to get mean or fight for you, or hurt whoevers taking your attention from him. He just kinda gets sad and picks apart everything about himself that he deems as negative. Self love is a journey that doesn't have to be done alone, give him some reassurance and he'll go far

[legendary-guest]

what r ur favorite drakgo fics?

A very good question! I have a lot of favourites! List with blurbs and commentary incoming, giant. Reviewed Mad Angry, Mad Crazy by bcbdrums Hell hath no fury like a mad scientist scorned! Borderline psychological thriller, equal parts character deconstruction and tragedy, a twisted telling of the aftermath of So the Drama and Mad Dogs and Aliens. Love having your brain scrambled, heart torn apart? This one's for you! I've reviewed this one in particular for anyone who may feel lost when following the story; also, because I adore it.

Mint by OhBoyOhBoy A moment of deep sentiment and romance amongst chaos and debris. Tension is built upon excellently, the sweetness is the peak and the end, a (literal) gasp. This author has great work, but this is my absolute favourite. Contains my favourite Shego name ever.

Drakgo Drabbles by gofordrakgo Some of the best drabble work I have ever seen. No word is wasted. Moments in time, bits of unique characterisation, huge events condensed into 100 words; a wide variety of topics and themes. You will find something you love here, don't let the word count put you off. Less is more, and how! I recommend revisiting a piece that catches your interest to appreciate it better, don't fly through. Dwelling by gofordrakgo A unique origin story for our favourite villains, where a young Shego, Shea (my second favourite Shego name), worms her way into dorky Drew Lipsky's derelict apartment and the domino effect that comes of it. Reverse-engineered Drakgo; unrefined, naive, and...innocent? Lots of sweetness and humour with an underlying, creeping darkness. Developing story, I recommend sticking around - I know I am! and now i'm covered in you by soulffles (NSFW 18+) A fantastic post-Graduation get-together fic with wonderful prose. Deeply romantic, intimate and funny! The internal monologues for this piece are spot on, the way the author weaves in humour amongst these vulnerable moments and thoughts just endears me to Drakken and Shego's plight of...realising that they love each other. A Precise Hand by eclipsing-dreams Fantastic subject of hands being the focus, revolving around all the wonderful things they can do (and can elicit!). Two chapters, one for each of them. Excellently constructed, fantastic characterisation, and just a touch (har har) naughty. A slightly unique edge of characterisation is given to Shego's part that I find intriguing. Happy, sweet ending; you aren't left hanging! Highly recommend the author's other pieces, this is simply my favourite. Here by gofordrakgo Drakken and Shego show-up for each other when they need someone most. The Shego section in this story is my favourite; the best depiction of, to avoid spoilers, a 'vulnerable' Shego I have ever seen. This convinced me, this was her. Dr. D showing up for her in that part, my goodness. I love it. The wounded pride, the shame, the quashing of feeling she presents is just great. Fantastic balance. So lovely. Happy ending. Friends by gofordrakgo Shego realises she may not have been the greatest friend to Drakken, and questions the nature of their relationship post-Graduation in her emotional exhaustion. Fantastic character breakdown, very tightly written. If you love slow-on-the-uptake Drakgo, an emotionally exhausted Shego who suddenly lets her thoughts (and feelings) run wild and awkward domesticity, I recommend. Forfeit by bcbdrums The only winning move is not to play! Somewhat non-linear story-telling, smashing together the bits of Dr. Drakken's shattered life post-Graduation, and post-Shego. O, we love a good Greek tragedy! Parting is such sweet sorrow. Jealous by TheyCanHaveTheSex (NSFW 18+) How can I say no to angry, angst fuelled sex, anguish and repressed feeling? How can I say no to jealousy? I can't, is the answer. Love the tension and how bizarre Shego is in particular in this piece, at least to a certain point. The way the story gives way to genuine hurt, too, I really love it a lot. It's not very heavy, in my opinion, but it does get a bit sad. Sweet, happy ending, I really love this one.

Unreviewed A New Beginning by Windcage (NSFW 18+) Yet another fantastic post-Graduation get-together fic! Mature, sort of refined atmosphere that I love, featuring a particularly distracted Dr. Drakken and an unusually patient Shego - until she isn't. Very, very sweet, romantic and funny. Doc's plant mutation is characterised in a fun way here as well. Highly recommend. come back when you can by obijuankenobi (NSFW 18+) A Drakgo exclusive Graduation Part 1, basically! Excellently written exploration of Drakken and Shego's new careers post-Graduation, and insight into how Dr. D really sees himself, after all the fanfare. Well-written, fun plot that does not overstay its welcome, fun action scenes, Drakken and Shego protecting each other, and, most of all, extremely sweet and tender romance. A++, five gold stars, Honour Roll, you name it. And, Motor Ed gives Shego a sexy motorcycle! Why didn't she ever have one in the show? This author gets it. Bad is Good and Good is Bad by split-n-splice Realistic, gritty and somewhat surreal depiction of how Drakken and Shego met, before they became Drakken and Shego. Strong, tense atmosphere. Visceral, ugly, the lowest they have ever been in their young lives, and, when they meet, consequences are inevitable and paths are determined, set in stone. The author makes clever narrative choices, such as omitting names entirely, which builds upon the emerging, almost 'blank slate' aspects of the Doc's and Shego's identities as youths at this point in time. The setting is fantastic, probably my favourite aspect of this piece. So many strong bits of imagery that involve the environment, especially in the second and third chapters. A great scar origin story, too. I highly recommend for anyone who likes something meatier, more grounded. O yeah, and there's great art inside! How considerate of the author to help the reader out! Durable by tabbyclaw Love this one, especially the bluntness of Shego's inner monologue/prose. Possessive, cheeky, somewhat domineering, almost feigning playing second-fiddle to Dr. Drakken. The setting for this is great, there's a great sense of Shego-flavoured risk and recklessness involved without sacrificing her glamour. This might all sound like nonsense, but, I assure you, it is all there in the text! Fans of kissy-face, this one is for you! (Meaning, every Drakgo fan ever, but I digress).

Untitled by tabbyclaw I always appreciate this author's maturity when dealing with Drakgo, I adore it, and it's present here, too. No skimping on the romance at all, it's just wonderful. A take on a love confession that's just so...nice. After the whirlwind and fervour, realisation rolls in. Comforting. Ocean Views by Aleego ; Tumblr fanfic link inspired by art by midnightcaptions (NSFW 18+) An excellent fic inspired by a great piece of art! Truly a merger of great minds! Phone sex might be nothing new, but it works excellently here to establish tension. It's actually a fantastic headspace for Drakken and Shego to be in as characters, not having to face each other, but to speak as if they were alone. It's a strange bit of intimacy between them that, potentially, serves as a lynch pin to how their dynamic changes. Tastefully written. Truth or Dare by those-other-ones (NSFW 18+) Love this one. Love how unique it is, how casual it is, how unglamorous it is. It's also incredibly sweet, vulnerable. Romantic drunkenness, if you will. Captures their competitive and stubborn personalities very well, sabotaging themselves without even knowing by throwing alcohol into the mix. Happy ending, very tender, intimate, sweet. Full-on sex not something you can handle? Try this one. Untitled by those-other-ones (NSFW 18+) An alternative take on an existing fic where Shego is still a hero in Go City and Dr. Drakken makes his villainous debut! I enjoy how weird this is as a first meeting. The setting allows for a great sexual tension and atmosphere that's very unusual, and, when villain and hero are alone together, fervour, desperation and tenderness are unleashed. Very different, highly recommend. Love this one. Routine by Nikki-wr (NSFW 18+) Drakken and Shego's relationship suddenly becomes physical, but it's not all roses. This is a really excellent, weighty, angsty fic. I love how their misunderstandings, miscommunication and insecurities are depicted, their fears of honesty and taking risks when it comes to each other, juxtaposed with irony of perpetuating a self-destructive path. My words might be strong, but this fic ends very, very sweetly. In truth, all of this author's pieces are strong, and angst-tinged, which I adore, but I've chosen this one to highlight. Love the passion. Oldies: Fics from Years Gone By! Vietnam by Dr. Agent My absolute favourite Drakken-centric Drakgo fic ever, bar none! Drakken's developing feelings for Shego are documented in unguarded moments, woven with masterful, restrained prose. The language in this blows me away, it's just. Wow. There is one line in this, a single line, that I obsess over. Powerful imagery and metaphor that ties together the wilderness, war and jungle-theming of the piece - just brilliant, multi-faceted. The author also has a Shego-centric one to mirror this, but Vietnam is my absolute favourite. Beautiful Dynamite by Crystal Allen My favourite Shego character-study fic, ever! Set during Two to Tutor, the author utilises Señor Senior Sr.'s wisened voice as our guide into the ferocious, yet unattractive, side of Shego. Brilliant, I cannot think of a more polarising pair to make commentary on each other, despite their shared hedonism, passion for wealth and villainy. SSS makes slight Drakgo commentary at the end, which I love. Makes me want to read more from his perspective on the two of them, since in this fic, their relationship sort of parallels and contradicts ones he has had in the past. I highly recommend for any big Shego fans. Jealous by NAster Another great Shego-centric fic with jealousy as a core theme that makes the list? Say it isn't so! Wonderful take on Shego's flighty, ornery nature and how it's influenced her behaviour with Drakken, and, with everyone else. Understated, sweet Drakgo, possessive Shego. What's not to love?

Out of Control by Blackfire 18 The Supreme One's treatment of her last line of defence has warped him, not just in body, but in mind. Some of my favourite nasty lines from Supreme Shego and Drakken live here. Rage, angst and tragedy, all in one. The Supreme One's future is miserable for all, even herself. Downer ending. Seeking Shelter from the Rain by Blackfire 18 A classic. Adore this author's Gothic atmosphere, it's very nostalgic, and very prominent in this dreary piece. Amidst a recent failure, Shego is vulnerable and Drakken is there with her. Comforting, sweet ending. Fatal Mistake in the Dark by Blackfire 18 In my opinion, not as strong as the other two pieces. However, it is the ending to this that I really like. The author's sense of building dread is fantastic and present in all her dark fics, but the pay-off for this one is intriguing. Tragedy...? Everything by Hematitebadger A measured, mature, sweet, outcome of a scenario where Dr. Drakken wins. The sheer gentleness, the duality of Lipsky, what he is capable of and who he is. Just lovely. Minutes and Years by Hematitebadger 50 sentences, a real relic from the past! One of the very best that Drakgo has to offer. You only need one sentence to grab you! Symbiosis by Ninnik Nishukan from The Ones That Never Happened Liked Out of Control? Watch a similar dynamic play out and end in a completely different way! Understand the reasons behind Shego and Drakken's transformation and relationship in this timeline, and the brief humanity they end up sharing. Optimistic, relieving ending compared to its sibling-fic. The author's best work, in my sincere opinion. More? Interesting ideas/cute moments/unique settings that I like Stay by Eienvine - Oldie Any Road Will Get You There by Crystal Allen - Oldie Definitely Exactly What It Looks Like by souljelly - Reviewed Sick Day by split-n-splice - Reviewed Practice Makes Perfect by split-n-splice - Reviewed The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by split-n-splice - Unreviewed Not Sentimental by sweet_tangerine_dreams - Reviewed New and Not New by Malvolia - Reviewed A Knotty Situation by bcbdrums - Unreviewed In All the Gin Joints in the World, He Asks for Coco Moo by UnapologeticallyMeatwad - Unreviewed The Aftermath by dragannahEireann - Unreviewed / Incomplete Fic Expected by gofordrakgo - Reviewed Just a Pair of Cold Dwellers by OhBoyOhBoy - Unreviewed

Thanks razzledazzledrakgo, for breaking in my ask box, and for breaking the dam! I don't know how to add a Keep Reading cut.

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Oki now I'm curious about your Alfred (on totally normal and not simp wise levels) like does he always need to do deals and how does his lamp work and does he usually carry it with him?? Etc etc I need to know everything abt him pls 👀👀💚💚

All righty!! Imma be rambling a lot so first off I totally love him as well like he’s so messed up in a positive way OK well yeah I was mainly inspired by this Thomas fan film called MYSAERY-The Engine Prideful by Tines Sensahthe(where Alfred gets them glowing eyes) on the downfall and prices of greed, pride jealousy and envy of him being able to grant wish, anything you can imagine and desire. and then he wishes he wants, with it getting lost in translation or too straightforward it’ll happened instantly but at the price of him having your soul in five years or if you die earlier or within those five years/before they end he’ll come and drag you to hell.

The wishing tunnel is that he was literally the spirit of it and I like that idea so much so it’s basically the same concept except he’s one of “Proteus” ‘successors’ cause Proteus (he’s kinda like Gabriel) is an entity who came around the time Lady appeared and he’s kind of messed up entity who’s thinks humanity should be erased and recreate the universe again where he and Lady avoid each other, but he screws both Alfred and Kyle up really badly though they handled it differently albeit terribly more so on Alfred’s side.

Proteus comes in around the time Alfred gets booted out of Sodor for his behavior and nearly killing Cecil among other things(he’d doesn’t try and kill Gordon and Henry here cause he’s friends with Gordon cause family issues and lner solidarity go brrr until everything falls apart) and offers him magic and abilities to get payback for a price of course but then lady steps in and she’s like nope and as punishment, she puts Alfred in the tunnel so he doesn’t cause any harm but Proteus’s magic is still inside him so he acts like a jinn which is a big inspiration for his version cause he’s the opposite of Kyle so he’s a foil to him in their views on life and letting folks live or die and unlike Kyle who’s invisible to the naked eye and only seen by other spirits and that Kyle can’t really grant wishes while Alfred can be seen but he can only do deals and grant wishes to actually get out of the tunnel for a certain amount of time till he is forced to return cause he’s bound to it and later the teakettle he’s in.

Alfred’s for his part agrees with a majority of proteus’s views that they are selfish and this isn’t helped by people/humanoids whi when they find him got many greedy self-fulling demands that he will grant despite the consequences of their actions (he gets a thrill to see them fail and burn to the ground) plus a majority of the time they perished before the 5 years end and he gladly swoops in for his end of the bargain cause they’ll never escape if they even try and back out. On terms on how he gets along with the others he’s got rather mixed loyalties with Proteus cause he senses that he’s hiding some secrets well so is he he’s good at reading folks like that, he gets along well with Godred over bonding being trapped in one place for so long even when they fight and argue, torn between nervous and frustrated around Timothy he gets unnerved by him and got the worse relationship with Lucy,Kyle and Lady as they’re constantly telling him off over his treatment of the souls he keeps locked and trapped in jewelry(like the beads broach and earrings he wears)where Lady offend visits him and judges the souls he has so that they could peacefully pass on if they wish much to his annoyance though he’s too intimidated to do much he’s tried before it didn’t end well for him so sly remarks then.

Lucy is the Grimm Reaper, shed’s like Death from Puss and Boots Alfred’s messing with fate he’s taking advantage of others cause it makes him feel powerful and he’s doesn’t care about how harmful his actions are,she’s constantly trying to cut him off a few legs and both make arguments over how the other is literally burnt up and rotting (the glowing green and shadow hands Alfred has is from Lady, a punishment and warning while the scars are from fights he’s gotten overtime). Kyle, wowie they don’t get along Kyle will jump him whenever he has the chance cause Alfred and Godred kidnapped Stanley(narrow gauge/msr his boyfriend) and Alfred has tried to convince Kyle that’s all humans are terrible, cause they both fought in wars and that’s how Kyle perished right by the hands of humans (and how humanoids were more likely to be sacrificed and mistreated in humanoid au) and Kyle focuses on the positive aspects of life and he’s treated with much more respect and loved but Alfred constantly reminds how he’s bound to the lucky lamp and unable to be heard or seen by anyone they throws jabs at each other and poke holes in their views and he and godred constantly calls him proteus much to his annoyance and anger.

For for the lamp or teakettle part, he does need to carry it around but he mainly has others do it for him cause he’s kindave petty and mainly cause of the deal he and Thomas did cause Thomas was in a near-death experience but he can’t teleport around like Kyle does with the Lucky Lamp much to his chagrin but hey babysteps with unlearning unhealthy mannerisms.

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I too hope that we can one day experience sephiroth and genesis weeping over each other

Full fledged guttural sobbing in private after the Nibelheim reactor, Genesis because he knows he's going to die, Sephiroth because that's the last human connection he will ever know.

Both of them in some cold, dark, miserable place falling apart, hating each other, hating what they are, hating that they're completely and utterly alone and all they can do is curl up and wait for the inevitable. They've ravaged each other completely, torn each other to shreds not in actions, but in mere words. It's all over. Everything's over. Innocence and trust and yes, even love. All gone. All extinguished.

They're both "rescued" in a sense, of course. But they're both pushed in completely different directions. Genesis is pulled back from the brink by Zack and Minerva, marking himself as the planet's champion, waiting for when he is worthy enough to call himself a hero. And Sephiroth, abandoning all pretense of his own humanity, descends deeper into hate and vengeance, shifting deeper into Jenova's clutches, corrupted beyond all repair.

And they're both cursed in the end. Genesis remembers. Sephiroth forgets. Sephiroth's joy is a delusion, a symptom of his madness. Genesis' despair is reality, full of guilt, anguish. They've lost everything, everyone. They're alone. They're fated for a higher destiny, commanded by goddesses they cannot begin to truly fathom. But alone all the same. And unable to ever go back to more innocent days, before jealousy and bitterness. When there was happiness, connection. When things were open and cherished and shared.

They're so, so doomed. And I love it.

[hemlocksandfoxgloves]

Clayton Jones

Clayton Jones has spent his short life often alone. Moving from place to place since he was born, he never felt like he belonged anywhere. Clay never knew his dad, and he had suspicions his mom didn’t know either. He often went to his mom for advice but avoided talking about any kind of relationship problem he may have. She was never lucky in the love department; they never lasted more than a month until they were gone. Clay would often catch them sneaking out the back door or even through the window. It was especially awkward when they would make eye contact with him as they were slipping out.

Clay lived in a world where true love existed. There was a story once upon a time of a goddess. Out of jealousy and punishment, she lost the love of her life, her true soulmate. She swore she could allow no one to feel what she did on that fateful day. With her magical blessings, she blessed all her children not to have to live in a world where they could not be without their soulmate. Not even in death. No matter where they would go in life, they would always find their way to each other and to never part.

Clay remembers when he first met his soulmate, although at the time neither one of them knew the truth. They met in the 2nd grade. Clay was never good at making friends, but there was something different about Jake. They were inseparable from day one. Jake laughed at all of his jokes, even the unfunny ones, and he saw right through him. He saw the real Clay. Not the nerdy little boy who was too afraid to make friends. His time with Jake was the longest he spent anywhere. One year. Although he didn’t know it at the time, Jake was already imprinted on his heart from birth. This was just the beginning.

It was an unfortunate day for the both of them when Clay had to move away. Once again, his mom had gotten an out-of-state music gig. That one only lasted a month before they were moving again. Clay would never forget Jake or how he made him feel. He was his best friend and he would never forget that. During their time apart, Clay traveled through the States with his mom, going from gig to gig just to afford to eat. It wasn’t always fun. But at least he had the love of his mom and the open road.

They found each other again in New York City. Just starting middle school, Jake was the first person Clay saw when he stepped foot into his first class. Jake didn’t forget him in the slightest and neither did Clay. They thought it was just luck that had brought them together once more.

Clay was of short height with angelic blonde locks. He was less than average than his other peers and was often teased for his small stature. He was studious, the complete opposite of Jake. Most people wondered how they even got along. They were so different from each other. Clay dreams of going to pre-med one day. He always had a gentle hand and a caring touch. It was no wonder he wanted to be a veterinarian. On the road, there were many times he would come back with a stray. He says they just follow him everywhere he goes. The day he met Jake, a raggedy mutt followed him back to the motel where he and his mom were staying. He wore an old, torn blue collar. It was the beautiful butterfly on the collar that caught his attention. Lucky, it said. From that day on, that dog had a home in Clay’s heart. 

Clay was a good kid with a pure heart of gold. It was Jake’s influence that often got him in trouble. Before he met Jake, he was quiet, no one ever noticed him. Jake was loud and had a smart mouth. Being around him, everyone noticed him. Especially when Jake was dragging him into his asinine schemes. Clay could say no to him, but then he would smile and he would lose all sense of responsibility. His mom didn’t always like his choice of friend but could tell how much her son smiled when Jake was around.

It wasn’t until Clay was starting out in high school that everything changed. He has a soulmate. Inside, a part of him always knew, but now it was a reality. That’s what scared Clay the most. His best friend was his soulmate. It all slowly started to make sense. This was real. He found the person that he would spend eternity with. But is that what Jake wanted? Does Jake feel the same way about him? This is where it started getting scary in his mind. Sure, Clay just found out he had found his soulmate all along. He should be happy! Ecstatic! So why isn’t he?

@thiamsxbitch

[theyellowroseofsodor]

Welcome to The Yellow Rose of Sodor

Hello all, all hello! Welcome to the official tumblr for The Yellow Rose of Sodor, a work of fiction created by yours truly (Kamiko!). Although you won’t find much art here to begin with, as I am but a humble writer and my skills with the artistic pen are so-so, here there will be fun prompts and asks for the characters of the series. I will try my utmost to keep up with everything and no one will be OOC to the absolute best of my abilities. Here you can also ask Camille (my OC and lead female for the fic) and the other members of the steam team questions as well! 

Let me premise with I am a young adult (cries in turning 30 this year) and there will be some adult content here. I will not be posting anything graphic or considered NSFW, nor will anything like that be given a dignified response in the asks. I will be treating these characters just like how I would want to be treated. That means any questions about their more intimate relationship will be met with the following statement: “Epic and private” 

With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy your stay and feel free to stop by anytime! 

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A few questions I felt might be asked: 

Who’s my favorite character(s)?  Gordon and Henry are my top two. But I also love Donald, Douglas, Edward, James, and Paxton.

What got you into this fandom?  Funny story! I LOVED Thomas as a kid and my dad worked and retired from Union Pacific many years ago, growing up, I was around trains. Trains are awesome. I LOVE them, they are such an awesome symbol of our history and are just pretty freaking cool machines/engines. So, when I had kids of my own, I introduced them to Thomas, discovered it had gotten a CGI revamp while I was off being a preteen/teenager/young adult and I was like “WHOA! This is freaking exciting and cool!” So, I came back!  

How come you like Gordon so much?  Well.... that’s a whole question with a big honking answer that I currently don’t have the time to answer. I think it’s because Gordon has the most story and the most to offer, besides his charming personality and voice (they had no right to make him that attractive). Thomas is just a cheeky character and yes, the show is named after him, but all we know are his adventures that happen day-to-day. Gordon, we know, has a family and he’s lost a lot of that family. He has a brother that’s younger and famous and Gordon kind of has to live in that shadow and also get over his own jealousy. Technically, he was a prototype and wasn’t supposed to really stay on the line, yet here he is. He’s literally the symbol of strength and endurance. He’s here when he really shouldn’t and despite all odds is still rocking it. (That is until he was destroyed via All Engine’s Go along with everything else good in the world) 

What universe will you be focusing on?  So, from my basic understanding (I’m pretty new back in this fandom) there’s the original TV show that used the models, there’s the books, and there’s the CGI era. I really like the original TV show but I’m also living for the CGI era. I love the books too and I will be pulling from all three, but technically I’m mainly sticking with CGI. 

How does the magic/shifting work?  In my headcanon world, the magic to shift between engine and human was given by Lady to all the engines as she saw that many were being scrapped for no good reason as ‘better’ engines were being built. I couldn’t imagine, as a God, watching creations you love and cherish be thrown away, disposed of, torn apart, and burned (possibly alive), and not stepping in. So, that’s what I’ve done.  Newer engines have the ability to shapeshift and it comes just as naturally as foals/calves/kids/etc with the ability to stand and run within hours. The older ones, like the Steam Team, had to learn on their own and it originally happened one morning without them even realizing it had happened and scared the crap out of em. Now, they do it easily and when they want. 

Do the engines have rights? Can they vote? Do they earn wages?  So, I don’t want to get political in my fanfic (there’s enough drama in the world now that I really don’t want that in something I enjoy). Engines still have that deep rooted desire to be “really useful”. They want to work, they enjoy working! Getting involved in human political issues is just something they would rather stay out of. I like to think they coexist with the rest of us just like the other creatures we share this world with. If I’m being honest though, I think whatever rights an engine has, has to do with where they’re working and where in the world they are, just like everyone else. As for Sodor and the engines in this world, Sir Topham Hatt takes very good care of his engines and they’re treated like people.   As for the wages question, again, they’re still engines and don’t really understand the concept or want to understand the concept of money. They understand it for humans but they’re happy just existing. That doesn’t mean that they can’t have cool things. You’ll notice each engine has a cell phone and that’s just part of the times! It’s easier to keep up with one another on an island that way and helps out a lot. Camille has a Nintendo Switch and the others get the gaming console from Sir Topham Hatt and the others for Christmas.  Think of them like dogs but not in a rude way. They exist with us but are on a higher plane of happiness. 

Why do you have them written so young?  As long as an engine is cared for and not neglected they will look young. It’s LOTR elf rules with a small twist. They can live forever and not age. Also, have you watched the show? Edward is over 100 at this point and he still looks like he’s in his 20s/30s. Plus, there’s hints throughout the show of them acting like young adults/teenagers. Like the episode “Pouty James” where he’s called a “young steam engine” by Sir Topham Hatt much like a parent would say to their teenager “Young man” when they’re in trouble. He’s also said “steam engines these days” just like “teenagers these days”. 

Can engines get married? Are Gordon and Camille gonna get married?  Again, depends on where they’re living and if the people accept that sort of thing. Most engines just straight up don’t care. If they love another engine and want to dedicate their life to that engine, then by golly they’re gonna say they’re married or whathaveyou whether the human population likes it or not.  As for Gordon and Camille you’ll have just have to read to find out 😉 

Do they bleed/what happens when they get hurt?  I’m with @asktrio516 on this and I think that they would bleed like us, seeing as they have the ability to cry or taste, etc, but it would be a darker blood.  Injuries in their human form will translate to their engine form as well. Some injuries may be healed easier in their human form depending on part availability or how busy things are and vice versa. A serious injury in their human form may be much smaller in their engine form, or easier fixed. Just depends. 

How do they shapeshift without being naked next?  Mystique rules! They can shift the clothing onto themselves. Also anything like a cell phone or a watch or memento will also disappear with the magic dust when they shift into engines and reappear when human. Because magic, don’t ask me to explain further. 

Will there be art here?  Maybe eventually. I mean, I did buy an iPad and I'm still waiting for it. Alaska shipping is so slow. So, when it gets here and I start practicing maybe I'll be brave enough to post. 

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To read the Yellow Rose of Sodor you can either go here or read it on here as I post (which will be slower, but hey, it'll all get here eventually)

The Yellow Rose of Sodor:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The Yellow Rose of Sodor Shorts (coming soon)

[nite-puff]

Uh the songs I blorbo-associate are ones that usually require much explanation and kinda don't really fit the character playlist vibe a.d I've definitely already posted about all of these once or twice but we're all cringe here it's fine

"I Earn My Life" by Lemon Demon reminds me of Taka a bit. The whole "working yourself into the grave" aspect, at least. That's also kinda why I associate him with "Spiral of Ants". Kiyotaka is extremely ant-coded to me (surprise surprise) and the idea of his downfall being symbolically represented by an ant mill (phenomenon in which army ants lose their way due to an outside trigger and start running in a continuous circle after each other until they die of exhaustion) is very very apt.

Fucking. "Lullaby For a Princess" is a Diamond Brothers relationship song to me, but specifically one of two male covers I found on YouTube that actually, like, changed the pronouns to make it about two brothers being torn apart by jealousy and tragedy and fame. I get lost in that one sometimes and forget that it's about talking horses and not them. In a similar vein, one specific male cover of "The Moon Rises" reminds me of Mondo also.

"Fish in a Birdcage" is also a Diamond Brothers relationship song, but specifically a pre-accident, pre-gang one. I don't know how to explain my reasons exactly aside from just telling you to listen to it. "Angel Tango" by the same band is the same way for me. That one particularly just fits what goes on with Mondo in the story in a way that's hard to explain.

I also have an extremely specific Mondo-centric (but with a bit of Taka POV) "The Mind Electric" music video in my brain, but that's just a me one.

More Mondo songs! I’ve been waiting for them and I trust your judgment of good mondo and taka songs.

And also. GOD I forgot about Lullaby for a Princess. I was obsessed with that song when I was younger. You’re right, it’s so Diamond brothers coded. Listening to it with that context is going to make my brain explode, just wait.

Adding them to the list!

(and you’re right. we ARE all cringe here. how lovely!)

[strange-ghoul]

Okay, I’m gonna start world building on main here again. Specifically for Dead Dove Copia.

Dead Dove Copia is a AU where Copia has both the antichrist within him and an “guardian” angel attached to his soul. It screws with him in the worst way possible, sending him down a spiral of madness and tragedy.

Anyways HC time:

Copia and Terzo were very close before Copia went through the ritual to become Cardinal.

Copia is ex catholic, and still has a “guardian” angel connected to his soul after all those years being devout.

Copia is the antichrist. When he goes through the process to become cardinal, this “awakens”, along with his “guardian” angel trying to “save” him after detecting the antichrist within him, which greatly fucks with his sense of reality and mental stability.

Imperator basically groomed Copia into a monster when he after he became Cardinal. She’d constantly mock him and demean him about his features and his life, making him anxious and self conscious. At least, she thought that was what she was doing.

In reality, Copia had lost his mind long ago after the ritual to become cardinal. This only solidified his very little connection to reality, especially after he realized they were going to use him as the lead singer for Ghost.

Copia had the Papas killed in a fit of jealousy when he realized they were coming on tour with him. Then he dragged around their bodies to mock Imperator.

Imperator didn’t know who killed the Papa’s until her own investigation with her sisters of sin proved that Terzo’s own ghouls did it. When she found out, she was horrified at the monster she created. She had wanted Copia to become strong through “tough love”, but it’s evident that’s not what happened.

Copia had torn apart and defiled the former Papa’s corpses to send a message to Imperator: “This could be you.”

Imperator becomes deeply concerned not only for herself but Papa Nihil.

Copia deeply regrets killing Papa’s, but refuses to accept that’s what happened. Because of the antichrist and angel within, he can’t seem to face his issues when he’s awake. Instead, he hallucinates and gets stuck in nightmares about the papas, specifically Terzo.

He misses Terzo deeply, and visits his corpse often. He goes as far as sewing together the body again after his rage incident with imperator in an attempt to “fix” him.

Nobody but Sister Imperator knows of this Copia however. Copia continues to play the naive, innocent and awkward version of Papa he’s always played. All the siblings assume he’s the same as he always was, especially Papa Nihil. Imperator won’t leave those 2 alone in fear of Copia doing something.

Mr. Saltarian had no idea of Copia’s streak of madness, and assumes he’s as stupid as he behaves. Though Imperator has tried to bring it up to him, she just gets too nervous and bails out last second every time.

Please send asks or something about this if you’re interested at all in the lore lol. I’m going to be writing fics for it ofc, I already have one called “Accusations” which you can find in the “My fanfics” tag if you’re interested.

Till I make more HC posts, toodles~

[and-so-he-rambled]

Excerpt from my War Heroes AU

(Mighty Med/ Lref au where Kaz, Skylar, and Oliver leave the force to fight the war on Caldera)

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“I know Oliver had always liked me, but when did you start?” Skylar didn’t look at him as she spoke, but her hand was firmly in his. The encampment was quiet around them and Oliver was the only one asleep, curled into Skylar. She held him like he was the world, because he was.

Kaz didn’t like questions, they made his brain work to hard. He could recite comic books and movies but questions about yesterday stressed him out. However, he did know the answer to this one, for once.

“I never hated you Sky, I was just jealous. And then…you died.”

He would never forget that day, how he and Oliver had torn each other apart verbally and nearly destroyed their friendship because of jealousy. Of how Skylar, even at her most evil, could never truly hurt them. Of how Oliver defeated her, only to have the Annihilator deus ex machina and attack her.

Of how she died.

There had been a moment where it had truly dawned on him that she was dead, that his friend was dead and her last memories would be of him hating her. Sure, she had been saved, but that feeling still haunted him. She was so close. He had dealt with the threat of death every day in the hospital, but Skylar would be the first patient he’s lost. She wasn’t just a patient either! She was funny and awkward! She loved the colours orange and pink! She rolled in the sand at the beach because it felt like home and whined that boiling water was too cold. She was a dork and a total loser sometimes, and an absolute badass gymnast the next! She was a hero, even without her powers, and in a way it was their fault any of this had happened.

He hated Oliver choosing Skylar over him, but to be fair, he’d choose her over him too.

Kaz caused trouble, it was in his nature. Chaos Kaz, as his mother used to say. She would smile down at him, eyes creased and tired and so much dimmer than he remembered, ruffle his hair and tell him he was a little tornado. Kaz broke things, and it was his fault they broke too.

Skylar finally met his eyes in the low light of the tent, eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. Her war paint was still on her face, making her even more beautiful somehow. She looked like she belonged on a comic book cover, emblazoned across with her spear and armour.

“Ya know, I had to listen to Ollie wax about you for years, I guess it made an impact.” He shrugged, as if it were that simple. In truth he had always known about Skylar Storm, but it was Sky who he fell for. Sky who ate her food like a ravenous beast. Sky who snorted when she laughed too hard. Sky who got the hiccups and cried because she thought she was dying. Sky who watched soap operas and sitcoms and threw popcorn at the tv. He just had a thing about falling for his best friends.

They both looked down at Oliver, their Ollie. The war had put even more muscle on his slim frame from helping haul weapons and shipments. He had really stepped up with the expectations out on them. Where Kaz got homesick and struggled to be a good soldier, Olli fought like a veteran. They worried about him, about who he would be when this war ended.

“Thank you. I know I’ve said it, but Kaz, thank you. Without you…” She wiped at her cheeks, smearing some of her paint.

Without Kaz, there would be no Oliver. Without them, she would have never been able to be the warrior she needed to be for her home. Calderans had become soft in the peace they had been blessed with, they weren’t prepared for this war.

“We’ll always have your back Sky.”

She let go of his hand to throw an arm around his shoulders and pull him close and lay her head on his shoulder. His warmth felt like home even now, even on Caldera, and maybe it wasn’t just the heat anymore.

Oliver shifted, the steam he had been emitting solidifying into condensation on his skin as he stretched and yawned. He was still healing from a small injury and winced as it pulled before shuffling over to lay across both of their laps.

“You guys should sleep. We have a raid tomorrow.” He said softly, as if you not break the moment any more. He reached up to cup Kaz’s face, fingers tracing the scar along his neck and making him shiver. Skylar smiled at them, shaking her head. Those boys of hers.

“Yeah, okay, we should all get some rest.”