#the fire fam get idiots when they are in love

[ayylovley]

Hello! if it's not a bother for you can you please write part 2 of boyfriend and jealousy headcanons for Johan Seong, Vin Jin and Seonji Yuk?

yee part 2 with Johan, Vin jin, and Seonji, and feel free to ask for a part 3👍🏼(slight nsfw)

𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕡𝕒��𝕥 2

⋆˚✿˖°Johan Seong

❤️Johan would not know how to be a good boyfriend, at first

❤️once he learns it goes 180 and he’s such a good boyfriend that you wonder what happened to the old Johan…

❤️I feel in order to date him you’d have to be friends with him. He got trust issues (every issue)

❤️how you met in the first place would be you did something kind for him.

❤️he seems stand offish and cold but when he gives you those sweet smiles is when you fell for him first

❤️once he trusts you he’d be clingy. In his head. Trying not to be a bother but he wants to be with you every single day

❤️as a boyfriend, he would want to be with you while he lives more comfortably or at least if he has money finally

❤️he wouldn’t want you going through the poor life with him because he wants to give everything

❤️he gets in a bad mood easily but with some soft kisses and comforting touch a lot of it goes away

❤️he’s definitely a virgin

❤️but a fast learner

❤️amazing kisser

❤️10/10

⋆˚✿˖° Vin Jin

❤️you’re gonna be stuck listening to his raps more often…

❤️not that they’re bad, just that most of them are about him.

❤️and you’ll listen anyway cuz you honestly like his over confidence

❤️however he doesn’t actually think that he’s the most handsome guy in school, he said he hates handsome guys and that part of his personality is just not to let people make fun of him.

❤️you’re the one who said he’s very attractive and meant it

❤️you got him blushing. That’s actually a hint of what got him asking you out

❤️even when you say it to him a lot he’s blushing and pretends to be mad at you for it

❤️”damnit (y/n) shut up with the sappy shit.”

❤️you’re raising his ego about his looks that wasn’t even there before he met you.

❤️still though he’s an asshole

❤️he’s confident about how he is in bed…

❤️honestly for good reason because he’s got a little experience and the rest is just natural talent

❤️and since you’re not a fling he will want to be better for you

❤️he’s an idiot goof and that’s why you love him

❤️like how Mary needs to control him you’d also have to otherwise he will think that he can act up around you

❤️and since he’s around you almost everyday he slowly dials down his prick side to other people

(I went a little overboard with Vin Jin hey he’s my second favorite in Lookism ok…?)

⋆˚✿˖°Seongji Yuk

❤️if you remind him how handsome he is and how you love every part of him he turns flustered as hell

❤️not very affectionate in public but times you’re hanging out with The Cheongliang Fam he’s more talkative with you and would touch you a little more

❤️but once you’re alone that’s when he can’t have his hands off of you and smothers you with kisses

❤️would teach you how to make tanghulu

❤️he doesn’t know much about sex stuff, just the basics

❤️he’s got 6 fingers tho so once he learns more about it he’s suddenly skilled (knows how to use every single one)🫣

❤️wouldn’t know how to kiss at first, he’d feel embarrassed and needs a little guidance

❤️once he gets the hang of it his kisses leave you wanting more

❤️would make sure everyone in the fam gets along well with you, you’ll become best friends with Mary!!

❤️your biggest protector and if there’s a situation where he can’t, he orders Cheongliang to do it

❤️best nights is when you’re all together by a fire telling stories or joking with each other and then once you’re alone with Seongji again he holds you, no worries or stress just good vibes

[papaya-queen]

That’s what family feels like – F1A/F2/F3/F4 Prema grid

Y/n joins Prema’s F1 Academy team and discover what found family feels like.

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Yourusername

Yourusername media done ✅ it was amazing meeting all my new teammates! Love you all and see you at the start of the season!

Comments:

User so excited for the Prema media!!!

User she actually seems so nice

Racerbia it was lovely meeting you <3

User The best team ever

Olliebearman Had an amazing filming experience with you! Wishing you the best season!

User Prema is really just a cool camp for racing kid

            Arvid.lindblad yeah exactly

            Dinobeganovic_ THIS IS REAL

            User they’re so funny 😭

Prema_team Welcome to the fam Y/N

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F1academy & yourusername

F1academy Y/N Y/L/N wins the first race of the 2024 season!

Comments:

User SO FREAKING HAPPY FOR HER!!!

Prema_team Our girl on fire 🔥🔥

               User Is that a hunger games reference?!

               User I think they’re referencing her hair color

Kimi.antonelli 👏👏

               User they’re so supportive of each other

User Y/N dominance could bore fans

User 4 freaking seconds ahead?! That girl is definitely the next Verstappen

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Prema_team

Prema_team All red on the podium for the first weekend! With a win from Ollie in F2, Dino in F3 and both Doriane and Y/N in F1A, podiums for Kimi, Arvid, Paul and Bianca, all our drivers tasted the champagne in Sakhir

Comments:

Racerbia The fire team >>>

User Prema dominance in every category in wild

               User Yeahh literally in F2, F3, F1Academy

               User Don’t forget the FRECA, Italian F4 and Italian karting

               User They’re everywhere I swear 😭

Dinobeganovic_ I could get used to that red on the podium

               Kimi.antonelli don’t forget our beautiful Italian anthem

               Yourusername yeah, we know Kimi

               Kimi.antonelli DID I TELL YOU HOW IT’S THE BEST IN THE WORLD

               Paularon_ I swear he’s more patriotic than Americans

User15 The Bear 🐻, The Dinosaur 🦖 and The Fox 🦊

               User16 Prema: the racing zoo

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Racerbia

Racerbia feeling the weekend

Tagged: Yourusername, Olliebearman, Kimi.antonelli, Paularon_ & 4 others

Comments:

Dorianepin best start of the season ever

User The Prema kids are partying 🔥🎉

               User I mean why wouldn’t they when they’re dominating every championship

Olliebearman party like this next weekend?

               Kimi.antonelli of course

               Yourusername every weekend is even better

User come on, we want to see the wasted pictures

               Paularon_ you’re NEVER getting those pictures

               Dinobeganovic_ (he’s embarrassed by the things he did while drunk)

Prema_team WHAT DID WE SAY ABOUT THE ALCOLHOL??!

               User oooh admin is pissed

               Yourusername I swear to you that only the adults drunk

               Arvid.lindblad admin she’s lying

               Alexpowellracing can confirm

               Racerbia thanks idiots, now they’re going to kill us because of you

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Prema_team

Prema_team working with teens: a post

Comments:

Dinobeganovic_ we’re not THAT bad …

               Prema_team you hacked admins speaker to play despacito during a meeting

               Paularon_ don’t give him credits like that, it was me 😁

               User no way they really did that

               Alexpowellracing as a great would say “I HAVE IT, I HAVE IT PRINTED OUT”

               User Alex referencing toto, amazing 😭😭🤣

Racerbia bahahaha Ollie and Y/N sleeping

               Yourusername don’t laugh too much

               Olliebearman just remember what we have hidden in our phones

               User STOP TEASING US LIKE THAT

User I’m begging you admin release more behind the scenes pic

               Prema_team I’m doing the best I can (they’re threatening me as I type)

Dion.gowda I won that game actually

               Dorianepin of course Dion

               Kimi.antonelli We believe you Dion

               User they’re just too funny

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Prema_team

Prema_team Kings and Queens of the season

F1A championship: Doriane Pin F1Academy champion, Biance P2, Y/N P3

F2 championship: Ollie F2 champion, Kimi P3

F3 championship: Paul F3 champion, Dino P2, Arvid P4

Comments:

User Having all your drivers in each championship top4 is really impressing

Ferraridriveracademy 👏👏

               Mercedesamgf1 we have 2 champions and not you 😝

               User not the academies fighting 😭

Yourusername don’t forget our amazing babies in F4 that dominated the top 5 of their championship

               Dion.gowda stop calling us babies

               Kean.nakamura.berta I’m literally a year younger than you

               Yourusername don’t care 😙

               Alexpowellracing I’ll take the compliment

User Prema dominance could never bore fans

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F1

F1 The best team award goes to Prema Racing winning constructor and driver championship in F2, F3, F1 Academy, FRECA and F4.

Comments:

Oscarpiastri Proud to say I was part of this team

Ferrari ♥️♥️

Maxverstappen1 Some bright future ahead for them

               Yourusername THE max Verstappen knows my existence and complimented me ?! brb I need to faint

               Arvid.lindblad she did faint

               User Y/N being real as always

Charles_leclerc proud of my son 🐻

               Olliebearman thanks papa :))

Mercedesamgf1 our kiddos are killing it 👏🖤

               User I’m gonna tear up, all the teams are so supportive!

Mclaren does anyone likes papaya?

               Racerbia 👀

               User IS THAT AN ANNONCEMENT?!!

               Landonorris you want to replace me admin? 🥺

               User not lando getting jealous 😭😭

Landonorris I'm happy for you, muppet kid

               yourusername don't make cry old man 😭

Lewishamilton I'm so amazed by my childrens

               Dorianepin aww thanks dad

               Kimi.antonelli grazie mille

Paularon_ I absolutly don't feel excluded because i don't have a grid dad

               Dinobeganovic_ same

               georgerusell63 well i'm always available

               User When did this post became an adoption center ? 😭

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Well, i really hope you liked it ! This was my biggest work ever, all those post were so much work 😭. Likes and reblog are always appreciated. Feel free to leave a comment or to correct any mistakes.

Bye Bye Babes !

[notimetoparty]

Okay, here’s MY question: would Present try to kill their own siblings if they saw them? Would the resemblance throw them off too much?

For A Weapon, killing people is easy.

It's what it was made for, it's what it was born for. It was told its only reason it continued to breathe was this one task...to exterminate the plague. If it did not kill, there would be no reason for it to live.

When the government found where those last remnants of the plague were, in a world far beyond the reaches of most, it knew its mission was almost complete. That this would be the final, small step to realizing that purpose it was given. It went there without a second thought, expecting to come back to its cell later with discolored blood on its paws and pincers.

It was surprised at how little survival skills the first one it found had. This beast, despite the scar on its eye, was wandering next to the border of the woods in broad daylight. What was it even doing? It watched, to its surprise, as the rusty black thing pulled out a guitar and sat on a log. It began to play a tune, messing up the melody and stomping on the ground each time with a hiss.

Unusual. Idiotic, too. The plagued normally knew to hide away, to live in the darkest corners of every world. And yet this case chose to sing and complain. Whatever. That made it easier to strike.

Eyes peering through the underbrush, it stalked and stepped closer. It pondered the most efficient way to snuff out its life. Avoid the head, to get away from the mandibles and pincers. Go for the neck. Always the neck. Stab and blast if needed, but don't waste valuable ammunition. Make sure that-

Snap.

So lost in thought, it forgot to avoid any of the sticks on the grassy floor. The plagued turned around curiously, now face to face with a yellow behemoth.

And they tilted their head, chuckling.

"Woah. Where the hell did you come from!?” She chirped. Another laugh erupted from them, a small chitter to their voice. “Are you a weirdo, hanging out in the forest? A little forest loser?”

…It blinked. It definitely should kill this thing here and now, right? It would be incredibly easy. But something made it pause. It instead gave a blunt, monotone reply.

“What.”

Without missing a beat, she then pointed at the augmentations attached to its arms and back. “What are those things on you? Some cool cyber stuff? Nerd!”

He continued to chuckle and joke, much to its annoyance as it growled. Eventually she calmed, wiping a tear from her eye as she gave a passing “sorry”.

“Whatever, it’s cool. My brother is also a nerd. He also likes running around the woods like a little freak! You two would get along great.”

Was this bug trying to make conversation? What an idiot. It glared at her, unmoving and unamused as it let out a huff.

“You should be more fearful of what lies in the forest,” It warned, “because I’m not here to make small talk.”

In response, she only shrugged.

“Whatev. I’m gonna go practice guitar somewhere else. Have fun pretending to be a sci-fi protag or something.”

Just like that, the guy turned away with her guitar in hand, humming a tune and giggling still under her breath. “Man, the fam is gonna love this story!” It heard her mumble as she escaped from its sight.

It should’ve pounced while the thing’s back was turned. It knew that. And yet…it let the creature go off without issue, as though its body was frozen in place. Were the circumstances that bizarre, so as to make a weapon not fire its shot? Nothing was special about that person, besides the unusually fluffy body compared to other plagued specimens.

Was it the similarities to itself that had it hesitant? The way their eyes bore the same red, and how her tail looked almost too similar to the one it bore? It was pointless to contemplate. It was pointless to compare yourself to the things you were meant to kill. Now, it was too late to even try to track where she had gone. She was already far out of sight, leaving it on its lonesome and without a new lead.

In a moment of weakness, the weapon snarled and kicked at the ground.

Killing was meant to be easy. Why was this suddenly so difficult? -Zinc

[distinguishedwitchparadise]

Main Six Incorrect Generated Quotes

Gov, rubbing their temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette.

Texas: But Gov, we don't smoke.

Gov: Cut the crap, Texas. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke.

Gov: *points at california * One! *points at New York * Two! *points at louisiana* Three! *points at Florida* Four! *points at Texas* Five!

Gov: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers!

Florida: *puts a cigarrette in Gov's hand*

Gov: Thank you. ...Light?

The Squad: *all simultaneously pull out lighters*

Gov: I CAN'T DO IT!

New York , laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Gov: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

louisiana: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Gov:

Gov: I appreciate it,

Gov: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

california: Gov-

Gov: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Texas: Gov we gotta-

Gov: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND.YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Gov: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Gov, motioning to Florida : NOT FUCKING THIS

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Gov: So.Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

california : ...I did.I broke it.

Gov: No.No you didn't. louisiana?

louisiana: Don't look at me. Look at Texas.

Texas: What ? !I didn't break it.

louisiana: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Texas: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

louisiana: Suspicious.

Texas: No, it's not!

Florida : If it matters, probably not, but California was the last one to use it.

California: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Florida : Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

California: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles.Everyone knows that, Florida !

New York : Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Gov.

Gov: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

california : Gov...louisiana's been awfully quiet.

louisiana: REALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Gov, being interviewed: I broke it.I burned my hand so I punched it.

Gov: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Gov:

Gov: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

*Squad reactions to being told 'I love you'*

Louisiana: Thanks fam!

Gov: Oh no.

Texas: *cries* I love you too.

New York: Sounds fake, but okay.

california: *A flustered mess*

New York : Can I get a refund?

Gov: Croissants: dropped

New York : Road: works ahead

louisiana: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Florida: Shavacado: fre

Texas: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

california :

california , grumpy: I didn't understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

Gov: Just be yourself.

california :Really ? Gov, I have one day to win over New York's parents.

california : How long did it take for you guys to like me?

louisiana: Couple of weeks.

Florida : Six months.

Texas: Jury's still out.

California : See Gov? 'Just be yourself,' what kind of garbage advice is that?!

Gov: You know, when Texas comes over, Florida can get a little…

New York : Psycho?

louisiana: Scary?

california : Drunk?

Gov: All three.

Gov: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

New York : If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I'd have 15 cents

Gov: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you

california: Actually I did the math, New York would have $225, not $0.15.

New York : Fam I'm right here....

Florida: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Gov: while you're there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Florida: Sorry I only have a dollar

Gov: :(

california: Hey I just realized my friend is right, New York would have $22, 500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent

Florida: If I had $22, 500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice

louisiana: You can buy anything you want with $22, 500

Texas: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice

louisiana: Apply juice to what

california : Directly to the forehead

Gov: Great chat everyone

[cambion-companion]

Hey! It would be lovely if you could write an Aemond/stark or northern!reader that are in a arranged marriage but are two idiots in love, he may be with Alyss but realize that loves his wife and reader is also in love but to prideful and hurt to admit it (ending could be either happy or angsty)

Hi fam! I am SO sorry for the pain I am about to put you through. I decided to be true to the book as much as I could be, there aren't any happy endings with a Stark reader unfortunately

Part 2 is up!

Word count: 2,355

Angst | It gets spicy/not smut though | Aemond x Stark!Reader

I named this one.

And Winter Came

You had been happy at King’s Landing.  The happiest any Stark had ever been that far south.  The sun suited you, warming to your bones.  The food had been much to your liking, rich flavors melting on your tongue.  The pit of despair that had initially welled up in your chest upon hearing you were to be carted off to the capital to be wed in an arranged marriage with one of the Targaryen princes soon filled with an unexpected pleasure.

Queen Alicent and her father Otto Hightower had welcomed you to the Red Keep by throwing a small banquet in your honor and to the honor of your house. “It is not often we get a Stark gracing these halls, you are most welcome Lady Y/N.” Alicent had said, embracing you gently. “I am most happily surprised your lord father agreed to merge our two great houses.”

As were you, when they had received the raven from King’s Landing you had expected your father to read the request and toss it aside as he had done with countless other requests from the Targaryens.  However, this time your lord father had pondered over the missive and eventually came to you with the news you were to be wed to Prince Aemond of the house of the dragon.  Your pleas for him to reconsider had fallen on deaf ears.

The welcome dinner the royals had for you took place in a beautiful banquet hall. Alicent ushered you into the room, and with her arm linked thru yours, led you to the end of the oaken table where a young man with long silver hair had just stood at your arrival.  He was a head taller than you, lithe of body, and carried himself like a highly trained warrior, you noticed that right away.  Your eyes scanned his face, taking in the leather eyepatch adorning the left side of his face, as well as the pink scar that ran in a vertical line beneath it.

“This is my son Aemond, your betrothed.” Alicent introduced the two of you, and each in your turned dipped your head in greeting to the other. “Aemond, this is Lady Y/N Stark.  I will leave you two to get better aquainted.”

She swept away in her green gown, touching her son lightly on the shoulder as she passed him.  Aemond’s hair fell in strands of silky shimmering silver, his one eye the shade of beautiful lilac purple.  His face was angular, with a large nose, high cheekbones and curved lips.  He was handsome, you thought to yourself, not at all what you had expected from the tales told around the fires at Winterfell.

Aemond had been inspecting you as well, his eye flicked briefly up and down your form.  His thin mouth quirked slightly into the ghost of a smile, “Come, sit by me and be welcome Lady Y/N.  You have traveled quite a distance from your family’s seat in the North.”

You and he made small talk during the course of that dinner, and you quickly found conversing with the young prince to be very pleasant and intellectually stimulating.  Here was a man who could match you in wit and knowledge, you felt the freedom of being able to speak about the topics that had long fascinated you and Aemond would contribute with equal intelligence on the subject.

From that night onward, you two became inseparable, walking the corridors together, heads bent near one another as you spoke.  He would find you curled up in an armchair of the library, nose buried in one of the many dusty books, and with an affectionate touch of his hand on your cheek, he’d join you with a volume of his own.

One night, several months after you had first arrived at King’s Landing, there was a knock on your bedroom door.  You pulled on your nightrobe, and padded with bare feet to the door, opening it to reveal Aemond.  He was still dressed in his dark green leather jerkin and grey breeches.  The black boots he was wearing thudded on the stone floor of your chambers as he brushed passed you and into the room.

“Hello to you too, my prince.”  Your gaze was quizzical on him as you closed and latched the door once more.  “It’s hardly proper for you to be visiting my rooms so late at night.”

Aemond had seated himself on your sofa, pulling off his boots with a sigh. “I simply craved the company of my betrothed, surely that is no great sin.”  He held his hands out to you and you walked over to take them, allowing yourself to be pulled to sit beside him.  Aemond gently brushed a strand of hair off your forehead and tucked it behind your ear.  His eye flicked between your own eyes, taking in your every change in expression.  Heat rose to your cheeks at the intensity of his appraisal.

“Aemond, is something the matter?”  You managed to breathe out.

“I wish to show you something, as you are to be my wife.  It is important for me that I allow you to see me as I am.”  In the many weeks you had known the man, Aemond had never sounded nervous.  His hands were clammy in yours. “I wear this eyepatch for the sake of the ladies at court, what lies beneath has proven many times to be too much for their constitutions.”

A beat of silence fell between the two of you.  You let go of one of Aemond’s hands and slowly reached to his face, caressing the leather of his eyepatch uncertainly.

Aemond moved his head away from your touch, his lips pressed into a frown.  “I do not wish you to think me a monster, Y/N.”

“Aemond.” Your voice was halfway between chiding and sympathetic. “I would never think you a monster.”

He allowed your fingers to grab hold of his eyepatch and slowly lift it away and off of his head.  You took him in, your eyes drinking in every detail.  The sapphire he had placed inside the left eye socket shone dully, refracting the light from your sparking fireplace.  There was still glaring evidence of the trauma Aemond’s nephews had done to that side of his face, with just one unwise swipe of a knife. You could hear Aemond’s breath still in his chest as you took your time studying the puckered skin, the scarring, the vivid red line that would never fully heal.

You traced your fingers along the scar on his cheek, ending in cupping his cheek in your hand, tracing your thumb back and forth under his sapphire.  You looked long into his wide violet eye staring back into your upturned face. “You are beautiful, my love. Beautiful,” You said again at his sharp intake of breath, “and brave.”  Aemond had become still as stone, but you leaned forward and placed a kiss just below the scar on his cheek.  Another kiss you placed on his nose and another at the corner of his mouth.

“You will be my undoing.” Aemond groaned, finally moving to pull you into him.

You wrapped your hands around his waist, allowing him to cradle your own face in his hands.  Aemond traced your lips with his thumb, trailing his touch down to your chin where he held you softly.  “May I kiss you, Y/N?”

Your smile was all the answer he needed, tugging you closer with the fingers still gripping your chin, Aemond tilted his head and brought his lips down upon yours. The kiss began a gentle one, chaste even, but your hands gripping the fabric of his tunic spurred Aemond to deepen the embrace.  He traced his tongue along your bottom lip, and you opened to him, groaning softly as he explored your mouth.

Aemond guided you down until your back hit the cushions and he was leaning half his weight onto you.  Your hands moved up his back and buried themselves into his long silky hair, he had a lot of it, and you reveled in the feeling of it slipping thru your fingers.  Aemond let out a small sound as you tugged slightly on his hair, releasing your mouth from his kiss with a lewdly wet sound.  Silver strands tickled your neck and chest as he continued leaning over you, one of his knees pressed between your thighs.  With all the willpower you could muster you did not move your hips down upon his leg.  

“We should…”  Your voice was barely a hoarse whisper.

Aemond nodded, lifting himself off you and helping to pull you back up to a sitting position. “We should continue this at a later date.”

You giggled.

He looked down at you with such a smitten look of adoration it almost made your heart stop.  Aemond took your hand in his and placed a small kiss on the inside of your wrist. “I will take my leave, Y/N, before I give in fully to what I want to do with you.”

He stood, straightening his jerkin from where you grasping hands had wrinkled it. You remained seated, still recovering from the intensity of moments before. “Sleep well, Aemond.”

“Sleep well, my love.” He made to leave your chambers, stopping at your door Aemond turned a final time to face you. “And thank you.”  

After that night, the two of you had sought out the other’s company in private as often as you could manage it.  Aemond had even taken you to meet Vhagar miles outside the city limits, you had nearly fainted from the shock of seeing a dragon many times the size of Winterfell, but with Aemond’s steadying grip on your waist you had the courage to approach her.  Vhagar had even allowed you to touch her, the dragon’s scales feeling like the bark of an iron tree under your fingers. Aemond wanted you to ride her with him, but he stopped asking after you insisted, only half joking, your heart would actually stop in your chest and then he would have no one to marry.

It was only a few weeks before your wedding day tragedy struck.  King Viserys Targaryen, who you had met only the first night at King’s Landing, passed in his sleep.  Queen Alicent seemed convinced his dying wish was to make his firstborn son, Aegon, king instead of Rhaenyra Targaryen.  This meant civil war, and you knew it, and you believed Aemond knew it too.  His tension radiated off him in waves, and he became more withdrawn.  

Not two days after the whole of Westeros knew Aegon was now crowned King did the raven from Winterfell arrive.  Your lord father was making arrangements to bring you back home.  The Starks were pledging allegiance to the Blacks, to Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen.  It was perilous for you to remain at King’s Landing a moment longer and you were to meet your escort out of the city in secret and without a moment’s delay.

Your heart felt like a shard of ice had cut clean through it as your eyes took in the message from your home, from your father.

You could not marry Aemond.

Your betrothal had been broken and, though it was by no fault of your own, you felt very much the part of the traitor.  

Feeling sick with guilt and grief, you did your duty as the daughter of Lord Stark and fled the city that night.  You did not see Aemond before leaving, knowing if you sought him out, he would convince you to stay.  Whether out of love or device, and you would soon become a prisoner of war there. Either way you were a pawn in an uncaring chess match, and to an extent you recognized Aemond was too.

Upon your arrival back at Winterfell, your father announced you would instead be betrothed to one of Rhaenyra’s children after they grew into men.  You had wordlessly locked yourself in your cold chambers, the septas could barely coax you to eat the warm meals they brought you each day and most times the food went untouched at your table.

How you missed him, with every fiber of your being you ached for Aemond.  He must hate you now, knowing how you had betrayed him.  You would lie awake at night, staring up at the grey ceiling, wishing to hear the beat of dragon wings approach.  During winter storms you would often fool yourself into thinking you did hear Vhagar approaching, carrying Aemond to you with news they had won the war and you could now be wed.

Months passed and you continued to mourn, looking out the window at the bleak landscape surrounding the castle.  Never before had you felt a prisoner inside the walls of Winterfell, never before would you have thought you’d yearn for the warmth of King’s Landing.

Several months into your self appointed isolation, a Raven arrived for you from Harrenhal.  It was from Aemond.  You tore the letter open with shaking fingers, but with each line you read your stomach dropped further into despair.  You let the paper fall from your grip, fluttering to the floor, and you sunk slowly till you knelt upon your sheepskin rug.  

He was with another woman, some Alys Rivers, and had taken her as well as Harrenhal for his own.  His words, written in a tidy black scrawl, had been cutting.  Clearly his heart had hardened against you, and the personal hurt you had dealt at your departure from King’s Landing as well as the Starks declaring for the Blacks had solidified you as the enemy in Aemond’s mind.  He had called her “my Alys” in the missive, your stomach turned, and bile rose to the back of your throat.  With a sudden burst of feverish energy, you grabbed the parchment, balling it in your fist, and hurled it into the fire.  Unbidden tears streamed down your cheeks as you curled in upon yourself there on the ground, and there you remained until long after the sun had begun its ascent in the eastern sky.

[mugentakeda]

okay more runaway fire fam hcs

-zuko gets gift giving as a love language from ursa. ursa loves to go to the market after work and parooze. she loves finding shit that she thinks the kids would enjoy. knick knacks and shit. she has a fondness for earth kingdom jadeite.

-ursa gives zuko and azula little potted plants from the florist and tasks them with the assignment of taking care of them as long as they can. competition comes second nature to them, and its gonna be hard for her and lu ten to shake that off, but for now, maybe ursa can make a compromise by having them compete in nurturing. hopefully, what they learn from that will stick.

-when azula and zuko arent nosing around the town, theyre messing around in the surrounding forest. one day zuko wants to see if he can cross the water and explore air temples, but for now hes gonna scout the area. the amount of trees are good for practicing stealth, even if he doesnt have his dao.

-zuko finds a baby sparrowhawk-lynx with azula. they agree to take him home and work together to convince mother and cousin lu ten to let them keep him.

-ursa is dismayed at the idea of having any kind of furry animal around the house and getting fur on their clothes and rugs. she also swears that feline type animals all smell strange. lu ten is dismayed at the idea of having a lynx around the house because they get fucking huge. (he never makes the point that its a wild animal, and not a toy- because zuko and azula do have the discipline to care for an animal. and lu ten can trust azula to be able to defend herself and zuko if something goes wrong when he isnt around)

-they keep the sparrowhawk-lynx.

-they couldnt agree on a name for him so until they could they started calling him "Beast" in the meantime. unfortunately this ends up sticking so neither of them end up getting to pick a name.

-ursa takes all but two days to warm up to him because hes a cute little baby that likes to rub his head on her skirts. ursa is a weak woman to cute animals. she starts cradling him like a newborn and baby talking him. azula will not stand for both her AND zuko babying Beast. she keeps trying to train him to attack things or wrestle with her but he just crawls on her and licks her face.

-lu ten warms up to Beast as well but also treats him and talks to him like a human child. this is a problem because Beast is a sparrowhalk-lynx that can only understand basic words and not full sentences. so whenever lu ten tries to scold him for using their shoes as chew toys he just stares at lu ten blankly. pet idiot baby :(

-hot garlic chili oil and kimchi is something that has to be made in very large batches. theyve gotten used to the mild and savory flavors of earth kingdom style food but they also cant live without at least SOME spice. ursa is working on a whole section of her back garden that will be dedicated to just hot peppers so they dont have to keep buying it from the market

-nobody has a specific role or chore assignment in the house. they just do it as it comes. it doesnt matter who all does it, or how its done. azula likes washing dishes more than folding laundry, so zuko does the laundry with lu ten. but azula doesnt like doing dishes alone after curry dinners with their thick sauces that stick on the plates, so on those days, she splits it with ursa.

-lu ten has found the perfect spot in solitude to keep up azula and zukos training- up a tall rocky trail, near a cliff that faces where the sun rises.

-lu ten keeps azula and zukos lessons conjoined rather than doing it by skill level, because the ones lu ten took were different bending courses from the ones ozai had azula and zuko take, so its new material for them both. on top of that, lu ten has to also take the time to do life lessons with them too. instead of proverbs, lu ten prefers the approach of the way he best learns- making each lesson a group discussion. lu ten thrived in the court, and loved nothing more than waiting and listening, in order to dissect the natures of the councilmens hearts. open discussion is blunt and confrontational. lu ten likes proverbs, but doesnt see them as very effective when it came to foundational lessons. their vagueness leaves too much room for misinterpretation, and azula and zuko were never allowed to leave their parroting phase by ozai, so lu ten has to be very careful about what he says, lest he starts planting even more stupid shit in his cousins' brains without thinking.

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Falling For Your Fools Gold: Chapter 6

A/N: We're officially getting there, fam! And by there, I mean away from the adversaries stage and into the idiots in love stage ;) At least the whole rest of the ship recognizes that Nesta is obviously Cassian's wife and that he's down bad BAD for her. Anyways! Hope everyone enjoys :)

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A knock on the door rings out through the quiet cabin and has Nesta pausing where she’s braiding back her hair. She quickly finishes tying off the strands, leaving it to fall down along her back rather than pinning it up, and heads for the door. When she pulls it open, she finds Duncan standing on the other side, his hands tucked neatly behind his back and a small smile pulled across his face.

“Lady Nesta,” Duncan greets, bowing his head and sending his braids tumbling over his shoulders.

“You can just call me Nesta,” Nesta reminds him. “I don’t believe titles mean much on a pirate ship.”

“Maybe so, but where I grew up, we were taught to always address a lady as such. Especially when we’re about to ask her for a favor.”

“A favor?”

“I could use an extra set of hands to prepare the food for tonight, but my usual extra hands are busy.”

“Is there something special happening tonight?”

A small crease forms between Duncan’s eyes as he frowns. “It’s Summer Solstice today.”

Nesta blinks a few times as the words wash over her. Summer Solstice. Could it really be Summer Solstice already? She supposes the more she thinks about it, thinks about all the days spent under the sun, with the salty air and the waves, training with Baz, that it does make sense.

She can’t remember when exactly she stopped keeping track, when she stopped counting every day on this ship, but there’s no denying the way the days have all started to blur together. A blur of growing stronger, of learning new skills to hold her own, of finally finding her footing both on this ship and within herself. And somewhere amongst the clash of steel on steel, amongst the ache that built then settled and faded in her muscles, a month had passed since she was taken from her father’s ship.

Of course, Nesta always knew. She always knew that there was no going back. Not to Adriata and certainly not to the life she had before she’d first stepped foot onto the deck of this ship. Not since a pair of hazel eyes stared her down over the blade of her dagger and had the audacity to smile. And even though it’s a realization that Nesta has long since come to herself, a fact she’s already accepted to be true, Duncan’s words still cut through her like a blade, stealing the breath from her lungs if only for a moment.

And yet, much like the now healed wound to her side, the cut isn’t deep, so Nesta breathes through it, and offers Duncan a small smile and nod. She steps out of the cabin and pulls the door closed behind her, following Duncan down deeper into the ship and to the galley. He sets her up with vegetables while he lights and stokes a fire in the barrel, and then they work in tandem to get everything prepared and cooked for the Solstice feast. Despite her less than perfect cooking skills, Nesta finds she quite enjoys herself, Duncan regaling her with tales of growing up in Ravennia, of the different journeys at sea he’s taken in the years since he’s joined the crew.

By the time everything is finished and ready to go, Nesta has various bits of food stuck beneath her nails, so she excuses herself to head back toward the captain’s cabin, Duncan thanking her profusely as she leaves. She winds her way through the ship, picking at her nails, and the distraction has her almost running into another body. She stumbles back quickly, coming face to face with Baz, his brown eyes bright and cheeks tinged a bit pink. Her eyes sweep over his frame, her head tilting in curiosity at the pants and jacket he has on.

“You look quite nice,” Nesta comments, Baz practically preening at the compliment.

“It’s Summer Solstice,” Baz declares in explanation, stretching his arms out wide. It’s then that Nesta notices the flask clasped in his right hand, and she half wonders if it’s empty already.

“Although it looks like it doesn’t quite fit,” Nesta teases, looking pointedly at where the hem of the pants hit above Baz’s ankles.

“Yes, well, the man I stole it off of was unfortunately shorter than me. Nothing to be done.” Before Nesta can say anything to that, Baz holds up his flask in a mock salute. “See you up there.”

Baz saunters away without another word, and Nesta can do nothing but watch him go, pressing her lips together firmly together. When he finally vanishes from sight, she lifts her hand to her mouth, finally letting out an amused snort at the entire interaction. With a shake of her head, she continues on to the captain’s cabin, pausing for a moment once she reaches the door.

Will Cassian be inside changing as well?

Will he also be donning nicer clothing to celebrate the solstice?

Taking a deep breath and clearing her head of those thoughts, Nesta pushes open the door, but the cabin is empty inside. She’s not sure why that seems to disappoint her. She steps over to the water basin, cleaning her hands first before taking the time to rebraid and style her hair. She turns her attention to the wardrobe in the room, to the slice of it that has become hers with the dresses, blouses, and pants she has. Her fingers slide along the different options, trying to decide which will be best, when they snag against red fabric.

It’s a dress she hadn’t truly meant to purchase. She had grabbed it originally simply to piss Cassian off, to prove a point. But now she pulls the dress out, toying along the sleeves, the neckline of the dress. It’s not her usual style and certainly too daring a color that had she been back in Adriata, she would have steered clear, but she’s not in Adriata any longer. There’s no one here to chastise her for it.

With a decided nod, Nesta pulls off the dress she’s currently wearing and changes into the red one. It takes some serious maneuvering to do so, Nesta having to twist and bend every which way in order to get the laces along the back tight and tied off. She’s practically heaving from exertion by the time she’s straightening out the skirts and examining herself in the makeshift mirror inside the cabin. But it was worth it for the way she looks, and she finds herself smiling before turning for the cabin door.

When Nesta finally makes it up onto the deck, it seems the whole ship is already there. Various crates, boxes, and barrels have been lined up to make some sort of long dining table, all of the pirates seated around it. Cassian sits at the head of the makeshift table, an open space to his right.

The intention is clear.

Rolling her shoulders back, Nesta makes her way toward the empty seat. Cassian’s eyes track her the entire way, the hazel of them practically blazing under the setting sun overhead. They seem to pin her to the spot even as she moves across the deck, seem to rake over her like a phantom touch that sends a shiver skittering up her spine despite the summer heat. By the time Nesta makes it to her seat, she can feel heat creeping up her neck and threatening to spill over onto her cheeks at the blatant attention, and she pointedly ignores Cassian’s watchful gaze as she sits down, keeping her focus instead on the plate in front of her.

“Yeah, here you go, captain,” Baz speaks up from across Nesta, a teasing lilt to his tone as he pours rum all the way to the brim into the tankard in front of Cassian. It earns him a glare from the man in question, but Baz is unphased, picking up his own tankard and holding it up. “Happy Solstice, Nesta.”

“Happy Solstice.”

Food is passed around to everyone, rum is poured, and as the sun sinks fully below the horizon of waves, a blanket of twinkling stars overtaking the skies, the deck becomes a cacophony of chatter and laughter. It’s rowdy yet enjoyable in a way that Nesta is unfamiliar with. Her mother would certainly have a field day with this type of company.

It has her thinking back to the dinners they would have in her family’s manor house in Adriata for Summer Solstice every year. The way the spacious dining room would be silent save for the quiet clink of silver against porcelain. The way she would hold her shoulders back, her spine straight, swallowing down around her mother’s chiding about eating too much before being forced into a too tight dress her mother picked out for her. The way the evening would end with a grand ball where she danced with endless lords and barons and viscounts all practically thrown her way in her mother’s desperate attempt to raise their status.

“You’ve been unusually quiet tonight.”

Nesta turns to meet Cassian’s questioning expression, shrugging a shoulder and deflecting easily, “I’m simply enjoying the festivities.”

Cassian hums, clearly unconvinced, as he continues to watch her in that way of his that always has Nesta feeling unnerved. He seems to see straight through her somehow. Past every mask, every carefully laid layer of armor, every wall. The way those greens and golds swirl together in his eyes has Nesta half convinced he can see right down to her very soul, to every dark and shadowed corner and crevice there. The whole thing raises her hackles, and she drops her own gaze to her food, her fingers tearing the crust of a piece of bread into little pieces.

“You’re certainly observant, aren’t you?” Nesta comments. It’s another deflection, but this time, Cassian rises to take the bait.

“I’m the captain,” he explains, reaching forward and placing his hand over Nesta’s, stopping her movements. Just his one hand seems to span both of hers, the contact warm and gentle despite the way his calluses slide against her skin. Nesta is quick to pull her hands away, settling them instead in her lap, but Cassian is unperturbed, continuing, “it’s important that I know everything that happens on my ship, know everything that happens with my crew.”

“And am I?” Nesta asks, finally looking back up and meeting his gaze again. “Part of your crew?”

“You’re certainly not a prisoner. I thought we established that your first day on board?”

It feels like a deflection of his own, but Nesta swallows down the comment burning on the tip of her tongue, pushes down the questions niggling and whispering for her attention in the back of her mind. Perhaps, one day she’ll examine the truths hiding just out of reach for them both.

~ * * * ~

When all the food is cleared away, the makeshift table is broken down and the fire barrels are lit. They cast an orange glow across the whole deck, embers and smoke floating up toward the starry expanse overhead before drifting away on the sea breeze. Nesta steps over toward the ship’s railing, taking a moment to find the constellations she remembers from her lessons with her tutor as a child. The hunter. The sea dragon. The lion.

Shouts to her left draw Nesta’s attention, and she finds one of the crates has become a card table. Nesta walks over just in time to watch Cormac lay down his hand of cards, a smug smile pulled across his face. The rest of the pirates sitting around the crate groan, Wiley even dropping his head into his hands. Cormac seems unperturbed, reaching forward to the small pile of gold coins in the center of the crate and pulling them all closer to him.

“Nesta,” Alastair greets with a smile. “Care to play?”

“What’s the game?”

“It’s quite simple really,” Baz offers, taking the cards Wiley deals out to him.

They play another hand, all of the pirates pitching in to explain how the game is played to Nesta, each offering their own tips and tricks on how to win. She keeps careful track of each of them, of the different plays they make, of the choices they make with their respective hands. In the end, it’s Baz that claims victory, letting out a cheer as he tosses his cards down.

“So, what do you say, Nesta?” Alastair asks again, shuffling the cards. “In for the next round?”

“You can have my spot,” Wiley offers, standing up and gently guiding Nesta to take his now open seat. “They’ve all cleaned me out anyways.”

“I don’t have any gold, though,” Nesta explains, grimacing slightly at the admission.

“I’ll spot her,” Cassian’s voice cuts in from behind her. He leans over her shoulder, setting down a handful of gold pieces, before turning toward Nesta with a smirk. “You’re good for paying me back, princess, aren’t you? With interest?”

“Why do I have the feeling your interest is more than just gold?”

Cassian doesn’t disagree. Instead his smile merely grows, and he offers Nesta a wink before pulling away from her fully. Nesta scoffs and rolls her eyes, but she accepts the cards that Alastair slides over to her, taking the team to organize them in her hand how she likes. Her eyes sweep over the rest of the players, noting how Alastair bites at his bottom lip, the way Baz’s lips twitch up in the smallest hint of a smirk, the way Cormac’s eyes narrow as he examines his own hand of cards.

Nesta, as the newest player to the game, gets to go first, discarding the cards she wants and replacing them with new cards from the stock. She places the new cards within the ones she has until the order is to her liking, then watches as the other pirates around her take their own turns.

“Well, that’s the end of my luck,” Cormac declares, setting his cards down face up. “I’m sure you all have better cards than that.”

“You’d be surprised,” Alastair mutters, setting down his own cards with a grimace.

“It’s going to feel so good taking all your gold,” Baz comments smugly, setting his own cards down. Nesta peers over at them, a good hand. “Nesta? What do you have?”

Nesta sets her cards down on the crate, and there’s a brief moment of silence as everyone takes in the cards on display before a symphony of gasps, low whistles, and a colorful curse from Baz echoes around them. Cormac leans forward, shaking his head in disbelief and fingers pushing at her cards almost to double check he’s seeing correctly, while Baz almost begrudgingly pushes the small pile of gold in her direction.

“Talk about beginner’s luck,” Alastair comments, gathering up all the cards and passing the stack to Baz to shuffle.

They play another round, Nesta once again winning. She can tell the other pirates are beginning to grow suspicious, each eying her and the hand she sets down curiously. But it’s the third round, when Nesta once again is victorious, that seems to be the final nail in the coffin. Baz’s eyes narrow as he leans forward to stare Nesta down, Cormac laughing in disbelief and Alastair openly gaping at her cards.

“I think the lady might be hustling us,” Cormac notes, tone still amused despite the three losses.

“Did you already know how to play this game, Nesta?” Baz asks.

Nesta doesn’t even bother biting back her smirk, folding her hands primly on the crate in front of her. “I never said I didn’t. I merely asked what game you were playing.”

“Clever,” Baz mutters sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Perhaps she needs to play against a real opponent now,” Cormac offers, raising his eyebrows in some sort of silent conversation.

The glint that appears in all three pirates’ eyes around her has the smirk on Nesta’s face falling away to a confused frown. She glances between the three of them, trying to determine clues or anything that might give away what they’re implying, but it’s hard to read anything other than their growing amusement. It has her nerve endings dialing up, but there’s no denying the underlying excitement that begins to thrum through her veins. She’s certainly always loved a challenge.

Baz stands up, and Nesta supposes she shouldn’t be surprised when he steps aside and it’s Cassian that settles into the now vacated seat. A slow smile pulls its way across the captain’s face as his eyes sweep over Nesta, a predator sizing up his prey. Wordlessly, Cormac slides over the cards, and Cassian begins to shuffle them, never tearing his gaze away from Nesta.

“I suppose this is one way to ensure I get my gold back, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

“You certainly sound quite sure of yourself. So confident you’ll win?”

Cassian chuckles, dealing out the cards between them. “I spent time in Rask, which means I’ve played with the very best.”

“And my father traded with a number of merchants, including those from Rask, so I too have learnt from the best,” Nesta shoots back, taking her cards and sorting through them.

They fall quiet as they focus on the game, on their respective hands. Nesta tries to figure out Cassian’s tell, tries to find anything that might give away what his cards are, but he keeps his face completely neutral, not so much of a twitch of his features. It doesn’t help that they’ve now gathered quite the crowd, the whole ship eager to see her showdown with the captain. Nesta takes a deep breath and turns her attention back to her own cards, determination settling like steel through her bones.

It’s tense silence as the round comes to an end, the whole ship seeming to hold their breath while they wait. Nesta studies her final hand, using all her willpower to keep her face neutral, a cold, blank slate. There’s no fighting back the pride that starts to swirl and swell deep in her gut, though. She can already imagine the reaction she’ll garner when she shows her cards. Can imagine the gasps and exclamations from all the pirates watching the game. Can imagine that cocksure grin finally vanishing off Cassian’s face. She’s almost giddy with excitement at the prospect. The merchant daughter, the ‘princess’, outwitting the famed pirate captain.

“I’m all in,” Nesta declares, sliding the small pile of gold she’s accumulated through the previous rounds to the center of the crate.

Cassian whistles lowly, leaning back in his seat while never taking his attention off Nesta. “Feeling confident, princess?”

“Perhaps I’m bluffing. Only one way to find out, captain.”

Cassian raises an eyebrow at the comment, at the sneered title, but the challenge is clear in his expression, blazing in the hazel of his eyes. With a decided nod, he matches her bet, settling his own pile of gold at the center of the crate. He raises his hand and gestures toward her cards, a silent request to reveal her hand.

“Read it and weep,” Nesta tells him smugly, setting down her cards face up.

“Sorry, Nes, but the only one who will be weeping is you,” Cassian says, setting down his own cards, leaving Nesta to do nothing but gape in shock as she takes in his winning hand.

“But how? I—” Nesta cuts herself off, not wanting to reveal the way she had kept careful track of the cards in her hand, the ones she discarded, the ones that mathematically Cassian had to have. “You must have cheated.”

“Should I be offended that you always seem to be accusing me of cheating?”

“We play another hand.”

“Did you forget you’re out of gold now?” Nesta scowls at the question, at the way Cassian smirks around the words, but it only seems to egg him on, and he leans forward over the crate and closer to her. “Perhaps, we can play for something other than gold?”

Nesta huffs, crossing her arms across her chest. “What do you want?”

“What are you willing to offer? How about a kiss?”

“Absolutely not,” Nesta seethes, narrowing her eyes at him and that infuriating smile.

Cassian chuckles, but he doesn’t relent. “A dance then? It is Summer Solstice.”

“Fine. If you win, you get a dance. Now deal the cards.”

Cassian laughs again, but he quickly shuffles the cards and deals them out between the two of them. Nesta snatches up her own stack, quickly organizing them. She rolls her shoulders, letting out a quiet breath as she settles herself. One breath. Two. Three. And her mask of neutrality is firmly on her face, her focus solely on her cards, on winning.

The round goes much quicker than the previous one, Nesta not wasting any time with her discards and Cassian matching her pace. Soon, they’re in the final staring match, each with their respective hands poised and ready.

“Ladies first,” Cassian starts, nodding toward her cards.

This time, Nesta doesn’t let her expression bleed through, instead keeping her face perfectly cool as she sets her cards down. Baz and Bram lean in over her shoulders to take in her hand, but Nesta keeps her attention firmly on Cassian. His own eyes dip to her cards, and fire floods through Nesta’s veins at the way the corner of his lips slip down in the smallest hint of a frown. His gaze clouds over for a moment, eyebrows pinching, but he shakes it off quickly, letting out an amused huff. He finally looks up and sets down his own cards, a losing hand compared to Nesta’s.

“Looks like you’re weeping after all,” Nesta teases, finally letting a smirk break through her facade. “I’ll take that gold back now.”

Nesta expects Cassian to be annoyed at the obvious jab, half expects him to demand best two out of three, but instead, the pirate captain shakes his head, something like fond amusement dancing across his expression. He picks up the gold beside him, reaching over and setting it in front of Nesta without a second thought. Nesta goes to tuck the gold pieces into the skirts of her dress before he can change his mind, but Cassian’s fingers close around her wrist, halting her movements. Her attention snaps to him, and Cassian uses the contact to lean closer to her, his thumb gliding along her pulse point.

“Don’t spend it all on those smutty books of yours,” Cassian whispers with a wink, Nesta’s eyes widening as she desperately tries to swallow down the surprised blush that spills across her cheeks.

“Nesta,” another voice cuts in, and Nesta turns to find Bram looking down at her, his hand outstretched in the space between them. “I know the captain may have lost, but perhaps I may have a dance?”

Nesta chances a glance back toward Cassian, surprised to find the pirate captain watching his crew member with narrowed eyes. She turns back to Bram and offers him a kind smile, sliding her hand into his. “I’d love to.”

Bram gently pulls Nesta to her feet, leading her toward the open space of the deck. He turns to face her, settling a polite hand on her waist, and Nesta places her own free hand on his shoulder. Despite no four piece orchestra to accompany them, Bram leads them through a simple waltz with ease.

Just following the steps has Nesta’s whole body relaxing in a way it hasn’t in awhile, what feels like years. Dance has always felt like home to her, allowing her feet to guide her through the steps like second nature, the familiar melody singing through her veins, strumming through her soul. Each move, each twist and turn of her body is its own wave crescendoing and crashing through her, washing everything away until only the taste of true freedom sits on her lips.

Bram spins Nesta away from him, and she twirls and twirls before he pulls her back, not missing a step as they continue to move in tandem across the deck.

“You’re quite a good dancer,” Nesta comments, continuing to follow Bram’s lead.

“Thank you. Don’t tell the others, but I do practice. I was always taught the best way to a lady’s heart is through dance, and I hope to take a wife someday,” Bram explains with a wide smile. Nesta isn’t sure what he sees on her face, but he laughs softly. “Don’t worry, Nesta. This isn’t me courting you. Especially, since we all know—”

“Mind if I cut in?”

Bram and Nesta pause in their dancing, both turning their heads to find Cassian standing beside them, his hands clenched at his sides. Before Nesta can even say anything, Bram drops Nesta’s hand and steps back. He offers his captain a nod of his head and walks away, leaving Nesta and Cassian staring one another down.

“You know, this is definitely cheating,” Nesta points out, narrowing her eyes and scowling.

“Well, I am a pirate and this is my ship,” Cassian shoots back, slipping his arm around her waist.

Cassian tugs Nesta close until their chests are practically pressed flush together, and Nesta can’t stop the quiet gasp that tears free from her throat at the sudden close proximity. If he notices the reaction, if he can feel the way her heart starts to thunder between her ribs, can see the heat that licks across her skin and creeps up her neck, he doesn’t comment. He merely takes Nesta’s hand in his, fingers curling gently, almost reverently, around her own and begins to lead her in a dance.

It’s slow, certainly lacking the refinement of the lords and barons of Adriata and sloppier even than Bram’s dancing skills, but Nesta finds she can’t quite take her eyes off the pirate captain. The moon is a spotlight overhead, the rays bouncing off Cassian's dark curls and casting shadows across his face. It leaves his eyes looking almost molten, his gaze never once leaving Nesta’s face. There’s a softness hiding in the corners there, in the smile Nesta doesn’t think she’s ever seen on his face before.

Despite there being no band playing, Nesta swears she can hear the rise and fall of music as they continue to glide and move across the deck. Can hear the notes swirling around them on the summer breeze. Can hear it swells as if it’s coming deep from within her bones, her soul, roaring to meet some melody poised between them.

“You played a good game,” Cassian begins, drawing Nesta’s attention away from her thoughts and back to him. “A good challenger for sure.”

“The first time you’ve ever lost?”

“Not quite, but I will admit the list is small.” Nesta hums, allowing Cassian to twirl her out and away from him before pulling her back into his arms. “But you will have to be careful the next time you play.”

The comment has Nesta frowning in confusion. “Careful of what?”

“Your tell.”

“I don’t have a tell.”

“It’s small, I’ll give you that,” Cassian explains with a shrug. He pauses their dancing and pulls his hand free from Nesta’s, reaching it up toward her face. His fingers skate across her left brow, the touch light and yet still leaving Nesta’s skin burning. “It’s a twitch. Right here.”

Nesta grasps for a retort, for some sort of response, but her breath hitches in her throat, stealing away any words with it. Cassian’s eyes continue to bore into her, the hand at the small of her back so warm, the chest pressed against her own so strong, so steady, the air between them seeming to crackle like an oncoming storm. Nesta’s lip part, but before her mind can catch up and form a coherent sound, Cassian’s hands drop away from her completely and he takes a step back. Cold floods in around Nesta so suddenly at the loss, sending a shiver raking along her spine, and she crosses her arms to stave it off.

“Thanks for the dance, Nes.”

Cassian turns and walks away, and Nesta can do nothing but watch him leave, surprisingly still breathless from their dance. She swallows hard against the emotions threatening to bubble up from her gut, against the way her heart skitters in her chest. Instead, she heads back toward the crate and seats from before where a new round of cards has begun, determined to throw herself head first into the distraction.

When the night finally comes to an end, Nesta makes her way back down below deck and to the captain’s cabin. Cassian is already inside, his jacket now discarded and hanging from the wardrobe doors and the thin, white fabric of his shirt stretching across the muscles of his back as he bends over to take off his boots. Nesta pointedly steps around him, settling near the desk and reaching up to begin unpinning her hair. She lets it fall in soft waves down her back, running a comb through the strands so it will be comfortable to sleep in.

She can feel Cassian’s eyes on her the whole time, practically a brand burning into her shoulder blades, but when she glances over her shoulder at him, Cassian turns so his back is to her, just as he does every night when she needs to change. Always so respectful despite his chosen profession. Nesta stands up, but her bottom lip finds home between her teeth and she toys with a strand of her hair.

“I need your help actually,” Nesta finally voices. “With the laces.”

It takes a moment, and Nesta swears that Cassian’s whole body has gone unnaturally still, but then the pirate captain turns back around. He steps closer to her, his knuckles brushing across the skin of her neck as he moves her hair over her shoulders and out of the way. His fingers are surprisingly gentle as he tugs the laces loose, and when they’re finally undone, those same fingers skate down the exposed skin of her spine. Nesta can’t suppress the shudder that tears through her body at the touch even if she wanted to, and she wonders if he can feel the way her pulse flutters just beneath his fingertips.

“There,” Cassian whispers, his face close enough that Nesta can feel his breath against her ear. “All finished.”

Nesta turns her head to meet his gaze, to meet those hazel eyes that seem to burn in the candlelight of the cabin. Her lips part, and for a heart stuttering second, so quick that she almost thinks she imagined it, those hazel eyes drop to them. It has the breath hitching in Nesta’s throat, has the ‘thank you’ she meant to utter fizzling out on her tongue. She tries to grasp at the words, at her sanity, but before she can, Cassian steps back and away from her, once again turning away.

Nesta blinks at his back, swallowing hard and trying to get her breathing back to normal. She shakes herself and focuses back on the present, on the task at hand, quickly slipping out of her dress and into her night shift. She clambers onto the bed, and only when Cassian hears the shuffle of the blankets does he turn back around, returning to his own nightly routine.

Nesta lays on her side, facing the wall. She listens as Cassian continues to move about the cabin, as he extinguishes the candle and plunges the cabin into darkness. She feels the bed shift behind her as he gets comfortable, but she keeps her eyes firmly on that wall, waiting for sleep to blissfully take her. But as she continues to stare through the dark, Nesta has the strong suspicion that sleep would not come easily tonight. For either of them.

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[arisatominakos]

BALDUR'S GATE 3 OC LINEUP; this is a glorified tag dump post for my idiots thus far. may get updated in the future with other ocs & if so it will be reblogged to showcase those changes. under the cut will be basic character introductions & they will be in order.

Rylla: wizard spell sword, high elf, genderless( all pronouns ) bisexual, neutralish, 27yo everyone laugh at the youngest member of the party haha

Rylls is my main "Tav" which is the player character. full name: Idrylla Rhea Dhwani Crisanta. they are unmotivated, burntout, tired, & p much going thru the motions. she's the eldest out of like 7 and the first in like a generation or two of elves in her family to be magically inclined so his parents rlly pushed for parentification as a help w/ the kids since her family are fishing merchants, but got sent to study at a wizarding guild schoolesc thing in Baldur's Gate where the fam is from all around. pushed to be the top of their class and the like first apprentice to the head wizard he got framed for attempted murder by a jealous rival and got tossed in jail with a two day pardon to run home and grab a journal that would prove her innocence only to find out her fiance, now ex fiance, had been cheating on them and threw out all their stuff hearing rylla was in jail and was like OH LOL WHOOPS on the way to the dump is when this jackass got abducted by mind flayers like u cant have a more worse day than rylla bc the next day was allso when he had to pay his mortgage taxes so like all that and u still gotta pay bills anyways everyone in camp wants them carnally but rylla does not romance anyone, however he does have a connection with gale that is strictly platonic. rylla is a prodigy & a spell sword

Frye: warrior, mesophlieseses tiefling, he/him cismale home of sexual, somewhat lawful good. or at least he tries, 87yo

Frye Ravensworn is from Baldur's Gate, a oathbroken paladin former flaming fist. after an accident that cost the lives of several innocents he lost faith in the order & left, turning to a life of mercenary work. after feeling as if he wasn't making any difference he "retired" to establish a popular tavern known as The Devil's Fyre( pronounced fire unlike his name Fry-ee bc hehe get it he thinks hes hilarious ) anyways he's Rylla's best friend they have been pals for ages and she usually comes to him when they need to bitch about their life. he does enjoy being a bartender and listening to others rather than being constantly asked about stories of his own adventures. it's rylla that makes him feel as he did when he was younger, having a purpose reigniting that love for life & hope in people once more so when Rylla was taken by mind flayers he picked his sword back up and closed the tavern to set out to find rylla's stupid ass knowing the next time he sees them they could be a mind flayer but at least rylla would die by a friends hand. it's in act 2 we find Frye, at the last light inn helping the harpers & flaming fist protect the tieflings from the shadows. upon seeing rylla he scoops her up & squeezes him so tight one could swear their bones popped. Frye serves as a paladin option to recruit like how mi/thara is, but for like the ~good~ route basically. Frye romances W/yll !

Carnation: druid with a class i made up called underdark druid its got bits of spore shadow sprinkled in but she can grow n manipulate crystals ! bc they are the fauna of the underdark :), auvryrahel drow, she/her cisfemale, violencesexual, evil. fucking evil. dark urge( editors note: this will change no more bhaalspawn but born of a different more fucked up god mayhaps :) ) !, 134yo

a hot pink bitch named breakfast. our favorite cult leader. last name Vasiira. raised in the underdark with a small clan of underdark-druids deep under the earth while i forgot to add her mom to this screencap dump, Momma'Nation, Trielthrae was one of the many exiled loth-drow that formed this little village of which the clan of druids lived, wanting to change the stars of her peers & sick of loth's rule--- she beseeches the gods to grant her a child that would be blessed in their light, to become a holy savior & change the world for her, her village, for the drow, & for everyone. bhaal [ GOD goes here ] read that text & answered, requiring a unholy communion of which Trielthrae gladly gave leaving her with a miraculous pregnancy. enter our little anti-christ, our cute little princess. our beautiful Carnation who was beloved & welcomed by the village with open arms. she wants power, she wants fame, she wants clothes, she wants devotion. the village quickly & completely submitted to her whims wants & needs. bhaal lends her some of his grand power, as technically she is a bhaal spawn. its just complicated. SHES A DEMI-GOD BY BIRTHRIGHT I JUST GOTTA LATER GO FIGURE OUT WHAT GOD ANSWERED HER MOM man loth is pissed about this btw lol mind flayers took her from the shores of the dark lake, this is the first time she has been outside of the underdark & once she saw the night sky at camp she wept in it's beauty. she romances as/tarion, ascendant. he sees her as a equal as she denies bhaal, stealing his power for herself & manipulates the nether brain for her own gain becoming akin to a god. keeping old shit as reference but ew lame heres the new stuff: SHE IS MANIPULATING HIM. as a demi-god shes already capable of doing fucked up shit as is however she plans to kill &/or eat a god to gain its power to become fully divine & having a powerful vampire as a minion in addition to her cult is good, she also manipulates gale to bring her that funny crown & study how to harness it with the guide she supports his journey when its for her benefit not his. she will not end her conquest until she becomes a god wholly. auvryrahel is the name of the specific village / noble house that makes up carnation's cult.

Luella: cleric, but its complicated :), auvryrahel half-drow, she/her bisexual cisfemale, her morality is whatever carnation wants, ageless

undead half-drow handmaiden to Carnation Vasiira. she acts as a nanny, a nurse, a sister, a caregiver, a friend, a confidant, & a puppet. raised from death by Carnation's mother when her daughter was only but six years old via a powerful spell that grants this undead what's left of her fractured soul & a lifespan that allows her to live as long as Carnation wills her to, Luella is devoted completely to her charge. she lives, literally, only to serve her mistress--- having left the underdark in search of her beloved flower when Carnation goes missing after a rare nautiloid sighting near the dark lakes.

G'waine: kith'rak ranger, githyanki, she/they nonbinary lesbian, chaotic good but the good is like for the good of the githyanki not you. fuck you as far as she's concerned, 38yo

UTENA COMPLEX, PRINCE OF THE CRECHE. kith'rak g'waine, a captain of her creche boldly named draa'zvir--- dragon's breath. a warrior of fine make & groom, the pride n joy of her creche the youngest to make captain in it's long history. a skilled warrior, a even better strategist she is calm collected but never cold. a proper leader in the making to eventually take over creche draa'zvir or would have if not captured by mind flayers during the chase of the nautaloid alongside lae'zel, attempting to strike down mind flayers at they attacked other gith. because of this word returned of her capture to her creche & they moved to mourn her as if she were already dead. the fallen dragon prince & the tale of noble, but foolish, sacrifice to save her gith comrades and kill the ghaik invaders. has a bit of a resemblance to a frog & was teased as a child as 'the frog prince' until her merits outshined all her sought to demean her. also she killed them as is her right. romances lae'zel & has a hellva complicated time about the whole orpheus thing. voss knows g'waine, actually a lot of the creche u visit knows them too.

[satashiiwrites]

wip Wednesday

It’s wednesday and i have time, so time to challenge everyone else 😜

Tagging @westernlarch @rosieposiepuddingnpie @monsterrae1 @tkwritesdumbassassins @missanniewhimsy @whimsyswastry @outtoshatter and @quietborderline with no pressure and anyone else who wants to join in.

From: Choices and Regrets, chapter 14 or 15 (depending on how much meandering the muse does—score one for the nonlinear writer)

Fandom: 911, Dark Matter (Blake Crouch novel/upcoming tv series)

Pairings: Buddie

Tags/warnings: not quite a fusion of the source material. Multiverse hoping, multiple versions of people/doppelgangers, character death (not our version of Buck or Eddie or Chris), stolen identities, mistaken identity. This is a first draft and might not end up being the version I go with/changed majorly

Fic summary:

If you could go back and change the choices in your life, would you? Would you love the same people, go on the same vacations, have the same career? Or would you have regrets? After the lightning strike, an unexpected visitor makes Buck question all the choices he’s ever made. From dropping out of the Seals to never making a move on Eddie because the time hasn’t been right. He’s going to get an up close and personal look at what could have been because another version of Buck is focused on taking his choices away from him—including Eddie and Christopher Diaz.

Eddie sees another Buck has stepped into the light. Like his Buck, this one has the same devastatingly lost look to his eyes that plead with him not to go, heart on his sleeve. 

He isn’t like the other one.  This is another version of the Buck whose hand is in his. 

“Eddie?” The other says, voice breaking with held back tears.  

“Buck,” Eddie says back, unable to not attempt to comfort any version of his lover when they look at him like this. 

“Where are you going?”  Other Buck asks, already knowing the answer and bleeding inside because of it. 

“We can’t stay here,” Eddie says aloud, confirming Other’s fears. 

Other Buck doesn’t protest.  He understands, even as his shoulders sag and defeat colors his face. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie adds—and he is.  He’d take every Buck like this if he could but they only have enough serum for one trip. 

“I love you,” Other Buck admits, eyes darting to himself and then away.  His fingers are clenched tightly into fists at his side, like he’s holding back from fighting himself for the position at Eddie’s side and it breaks Eddie’s heart all over again. 

“I love you too,” Eddie says back, squeezing his Buck’s hand once before letting it go and approaching Other Buck.  “I… I need you to do something for me?”

“What?”  Those blue eyes are devastating up close.  How Taylor could ever walk away from Buck, Eddie has no clue. Abby and Ali were also idiots. Buck has so much love to give and they squandered it… and he’s going to use it to make Buck live after he leaves. 

“I need you to be happy—live your life to the fullest. I can’t stay but I’ll always be with you.”

“I don’t know that I can do that, Eds.”  Other Buck is openly crying now, tears streaming down his handsome face so Eddie wipes them away, curling his hand around Buck’s face to cradle it.  

“You can.  That’s why if anything happened to me you were always going to be the one I trusted with Chris. You’re still that man, Buck.”

“You’re not choosing me,” Buck argues weakly. 

“No… I am.  I choose you every time and I’d take you with me if I could.  But I need you to take care of the rest of our family.”

“The fire fam?”  

“Yes.  And Abuela and Pepa and the rest.”

“It’s like you’re dying,” the protest is faint and Buck is leaning heavily into his hand, taking comfort from Eddie’s touch. 

“In a way I am.  They can’t know what happened but Athena and Bobby do.  They’ll support you… and the others like you.”

Buck grimaces, making a face to show he knows there’s more of him out there. Probably headed here now and Eddie doesn’t have much time. He’s not sure he could say no to an army of sad, depressed Bucks. 

“I love you,” Buck reiterates. 

“I love you too,” Eddie replies, meaning it. 

“You need to get out of here,” Buck says, pulling away. “They’re coming and not… not all of…not every me will let you leave.”

“Thank you,” Eddie says, leaning forward to brush a kiss against Buck’s mouth that makes Buck whimper, hands briefly tangling in Eddie’s shirt to deepen the kiss.   This version of Buck kisses much similar to the one behind him.  

This isn’t however, a claiming kiss.  

It’s a kiss goodbye. 

Over too quickly, Buck pulls away.  His eyes are shuttered and he’s closing off the parts of him that are in pain.  It’s galling that Eddie can’t do anything about it because he’s causing it.  

“Goodbye, Eddie,” Other Buck says, glaring over Eddie’s shoulder.  “You’ll take care of them?”

Buck, still holding Christopher, nods gravely. “With my life.”

Curtly nodding, Other Buck turns on his heel to put his back to Eddie.  He’s shaking but every muscle is rigid with his determination to let Eddie and Chris go, to protect them. 

“Goodbye, Buck,” Eddie says softly, letting his hand run along the shoulder to calm Buck.  “I’ve always got your back and you’ve got mine.  No matter where you and I go, I’ll be thinking of you.”

“Get out of here, Eddie,” Buck says lowly enough for the words not to carry.  “Get out of here before I do something to myself to make you take me instead.”

[vendettasfanfictioning]

Since I can't, y'know, shut my mouth, I decided it's better to make a whole ass post about this so thank you @juniperjello for asking.

Here are my Top 13 Destiel Traxx AKA Fic Recs:

And This, Your Living Kiss (M) is a GODSEND I've read this more times than I can count, I even have NerdyNerdenstein's podfic of it saved on my phone, it is that good. It stars poet! Dean relearning his love for the arts and Literature professor! Castiel, whose favorite author just so happens to be Jack Allen (AKA Dean). I also love love loved the family dynamics here, it's all so homey and cozy. The poetry in this is stunning too. Highly recommend this one!

A Thousand Lies (E) follows con artist! Dean on his latest assignment of unraveling rich businessman! Crowley's secrets by playing as his secretary, all the while juggling dates with accountant! Castiel. Except there's more to them than meets the eye, and the plot gets thicker and thicker until you find yourself stuck to your phone for more than 4 hours, hopping from one chapter to the next. Yes that's exactly what happened to me lmao I was hooked, and stories like these where the angel fam are humans are always so fun. I love spotting the parallels and whatnot.

(goldenraeofsun, author of the previous fic, has a ton of fics I highly recommend so if you vibe with their style, go check out their account! I was torn about what to put here between "The Original Apple Pie Latte", "Not the Fire, but the Spark" and this—also I'm pretty sure I have half of their works bookmarked by now 😭)

Forget-Me-Not Blues (E) has all the correct vibes of a classic early 2000s romcom. It's set in Sam and Jessica's wedding, with Dean as the former's best man and Castiel as the latter's. Oh, and did I mention they have history? A particularly roughly-broken high school love story? That they absolutely refuse to acknowledge so now the wedding prep is so full of tension it's choking everybody? Yeah... This is a good one.

An Exercise In 'Worthless' (M) is one of the first destiel fics I've ever read. At that point, I was only on S2 or S3 and had no idea what was happening or who most of the other cast was, but the vibes were immaculate and reading it again as I progressed through the show, it just kept getting better. It's got tattoo artist! Dean whose shop is set up beside Gabriel's cafe (it's called the Physical Graffitea heh). It's got grad student! Castiel attending the same uni as Sam for a niche course in dialects. It's got Dean thinking Cas is more interested than Sam (missing the heart eyes Sam and Gabe are giving each other). It's got family feels!!!!!! as these four idiots live normal, non-supernatural lives!!!!!!!

Kissing Strangers (T/E) is a happy(!!!!!) queer awakening story, wherein Castiel realizes he's not as straight as he thought when he gets kissed by Dean for a social experiment. There's actually three fics in the series, the first one covers The Kiss while the next two are insights on the progress of destiel's relationship. It's really neat, and the author—sharkfish—has a lot of fics I've been reading this past week. (They have a lot of good ace! dean and/or ace! cas fics!!!!!!!!!!)

In Due Time (Dean Winchester is Saved) (T) is not only touching as hell but also mind-blowing. 26-year-old Dean is zapped to the future by an unknown power, and what does he see? Himself, happily settled; married to an angel of the frickin' lord with a son; and his brother, still hunting. THIS FIC IS AN ABSOLUTE GEM!!!! Baby Dean interacting with Cas means So Much to me.

Broadway Musical (T) is, in my humble opinion, an absolute banger and a classic. It's got the fun, lighthearted tone of a romcom and my favorite trope of "they may all be dicks but at least there's no murder" with the angel family. It's a reimagining of the first ever Armageddon: what if, instead of being the Righteous Man himself, Dean was chosen to father the two brothers of old with Jo Harvelle, with the entire Host of angels excitedly chattering about it in heaven. Except the cupid's arrow doesn't sink in, to either Dean or Jo, and they don't fall in love. So good ol' Cas comes down to take matters into his own (awkward) hands.

Sand and Salt (E) continues off of S9 fallen angel! Castiel. The timeline is important to me for two reasons, namely: Kevin and Charlie. Destiel are highlighted at the second half but the first is just Sam, Dean, Kevin, and Charlie helping Cas settle in as a human. They go to a mall to shop and eat and bond and they are so, so precious to me.

Carnival Oasis (E) is a series as well, but it's honestly SO worth it. We have creature! Castiel who eats sin and extremely guilty! Dean who first confessed his sins to Cas as a way to gauge what the fuck he is. But then he kept coming back. They get all gooey and shit here, as they should be. Plus the reveal on Cas' background??? It made me go insane I swear.

Convenient Husbands (E) is honestly just. So good. I've reread it multiple times over the past few weeks and it never gets tiring. This one's about hunter! Dean and Garuda! Castiel forming a marriage bond... Purely for convenience, of course. I'm also obsessed with the set-up of the hunting community in this AU, they got a whole network and base and it's awesome you should definitely read it. (Annie D also has a lot of fics on AO3 that you should check out—I'm very partial to "It's Always the End of the World Somewhere"!!)

This Witch!Cas AU series is based off of probably my most favorite story prompts to ever trend in Tumblr history: it's about witch! Cas who's moved to town after his grandmother's passing. Madame Novak's will is all that everyone's talking about, as it states that Castiel needs to marry to not only inherit the estate but also to keep his magick. Gardener and shopkeeper! Dean finds this tasteless, what with everyone treating Cas like he's just some prize and not, y'know, a person. Then, Castiel makes an announcement: he ties the key to the estate to his cat's collar, and whoever gets the key may take his hand as well. Everyone scrambles to chase after the surprisingly smart feline... except for Dean, who's slowly warming up to the little guy, and the cat to him in return.

it's brighter now (G/T) is actually a series but!!! It's a babyjackverse like come on, how can you resist that? This speaks for itself and it says all you will ever need in a fic, which is BABY JACK!!!!!!!!!!

conversations between brother & sister (T) is, simply put, criminally short but perfectly encapsulated my ideal ending for Supernatural. It's two fics; the first is about Jack and Emma, and the second is about Jack and Claire. The reason this is here is because I am a firm believer that this deserves more recognition and love and we need more AUs like this. Destiel are so, so tender and sweet but the main focus is, of course, Jack's conflicting feelings. I would leave a hundred thousand kudos on this if I could.

[ravens-words]

••••• 《 Timeless 》 •••••

Fics [>2k]

Everybody Knows [14.8k]

The five times someone assumed they're together, and Eddie had to correct them, and the one time it happened and he didn't have to.

to watch you fall [12.9k]

Buddie through Maddie's eyes.

to live for the hope of it all [6.1k]

The team faces the possibility of losing Buck, and it forces Eddie to confront the feelings he has for Buck.

Java Blues [5.5k]

Bobby doesn't share his coffee with anyone. Ever. (Unless it's Buck.)

Or, eight times Buck drank Bobby’s coffee, and the one time Bobby made it for him.

I'll be loving you for quite some time [5.7k]

Five times Buck and Eddie needed an excuse to share the bed, and the one time they didn't.

In Your Arms [4.9k]

Hurt!Buck, Caring!Eddie and love confessions

i will write the stars for you [4.1k]

Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Christopher is an angel. Eddie's in love. Also, a little Firefam love.

You're in my heart like an Infection [3.8k]

Hurt Buck (Appendicitis). Idiots in love. Getting together.

nothing safe is worth the drive [3k]

Eddie, not for the first time, wondered what he'd done to deserve Buck in his life.

Getting together, Chris and Buck cuteness.

Lavender Haze [2.3k]

They go to an ice rink. Buck makes a fool of himself, and they finally kiss.

Ficlets [1_2k]

N/A

Drabbles [<1k]

N/A

•••••••• 《AUs》 ••••••••

Fics [>2k]

Zombie AU

Ficlets [1_2k]

Trouble [1.1k]

Eddie has a sexuality crisis less than five minutes after meeting Buck.

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•• 《Episode Related》 ••

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I'll hold you longer than forever [2.4k]

"God forbid you make this easy on me, huh?" The beeping of the heart monitor is his only answer. Eddie sighs, takes Buck's hand in his, and squeezes it. He knows he should talk to him, let him know he's there, but words escape him every time he tries. So, he watches the mechanical rise and fall of his chest instead, watches his face for an indication that he's waking up, even though he knows he won't find it. He watches, and he waits.

Post 6.10. Eddie POV. Getting together.

Stuck In Love [2.1k]

So," Eddie started, feigning casual as they waited for the elevator to reach their floor, "you broke up with Taylor."

Buck and Eddie are trapped in an elevator.

A Box Full of Memories [3k]

Buck doesn't care about his birthday.

Eddie is determined to change that.

Ft. Buckley Siblings Love (and a certain baby box) , Pining Eddie, and fire fam feels.

you were not made to be loved in parts [2.6k]

Post 4.05. Buddie.

Buck recieves the comfort he deserves.

help me remember to forget [2.2k]

"I keep telling myself that, but it won't. It never gets better; it just keeps getting worse." "It won't always be that way, kid. I promise."   Buck and Bobby comfort. Buddie ft. Bobby Knows TM.

heaven can't help me now [11.7k]

You can't keep a secret forever, Maddie figures that out the hard way.  (4.04-05)

Wait For Me to Come Home [5.2k]

Eddie is hurt in the street fight, and Lena calls Buck to take him home.

Couldn't see it coming, love [10k]

A look into what happened before, during and after the tsunami.

Ficlets [1_2k]

workin' on empty [1.8k]

He chocked on his next breath, his limbs went weak with relief. The relief was short lived, however, when he managed to get a good look at the situation they were in. Buck was kneeling, hands behind his head, and a gash on his head. His eyelids were drooping, and he was swaying slightly.

5.06 Speculation fic.

Drabbles [<1k]

Distance [627]

Eddie takes Christopher to see Buck.

Post 5.06

•••• 《Crossovers》 ••••

I could lie to you all my days (but you're the one) [10.5k]

Buddie and Tarlos. Buddie get together, Tarlos help out along the way.

[thessalian]

Thess vs A Few Side Quests

So I did go back to before I handed over POSEIDON, and decided to do a little more questing. And Stuff happened, as one generally hopes it will when you're playing a video game. So this is going to be bullet-points over the last few mornings, but I don't remember which days, exactly, so I'm going to do them all in a clump.

I have a diving mask and so I am going to go diving for greenshine yay!

All the way back up to the Daunt. At least these ones are relatively simple.

Huh. I have to break through rocks to do the thing. Okay.

Mrrrrr. This one is more complicateeeeed...

Hang on. Are there maps of the sunken caverns on my online map?

...There are! Holy shit! This will get easier!

Huh. On that note, I should probably go looking for those pass keys.

...ohfor-- GO AWAY YOU SQUEAKY MECHANICAL PAIN IN MY ASS.

Thank you. Now. Key.

Thankfully, no more mechanical pains in my ass for this one. Soooo ... now what?

Ah. At least these mechanical pains in my ass, I can shoot at. POONK.

So ... it's ... a shield generator. If I have a block function like unto a Soulslike, I am going to scream.

Oh. So like a tripcaster but it fires portable cover. Okay, I will put it in my inventory but I doubt I'm going to use it. Moving on.

Hrm. Okay, the Gouge has more mechanical pains in my ass and it won't go along its pathing so I think something bugged. Moving swiftly on.

Huh. Utaru clothes but Tenakth paint. The fuck?

Ah. Poor Tenakth idiots. I mean, I pretty well cleaned out the spot we're heading for but you do you, fam. ...Oh. I'm going too? Okaaaaay...

Huh. Nothing in particular. Right.

Oh, so the Tenakth are one of those asshole groups that will kill a disabled person just 'cos they can't fight anymore, when they could do something else. Greeeeeeat.

Yes, why doesn't he go to Plainsong and let the rest of you guys go home? I promise it won't be so much an issue when I get a hold of DEMETER and make your land-gods stop overfertilising your fields.

This morning, I shall take on the last of this particular area's rebel bases. But first ... Stalkers. I need Stalker bits.

...Um ... they climb trees now?

Ooh. I'm still very good at shooting them when they're cloaked.

Now. Rebels. ...Ooh, firegleam.

Right. REBELS. ...But there's Sunwings and Skydrifters in the way. POONK.

Okay-- Wait. What's this? Little green exclamation mark and ... that's Blaze. A whole bunch of it. Just ... sitting there. I think I'm going to stay as far back as possible and prepare to--

YEP THIS IS AN AMBUSH DODGEROLL DODGEROLL.

FUCK. OFF. REBEL. SHITBAGS.

Now Rebels? ...NOW rebels. Because seriously, ambush is a shitty thing to do.

Still no one so much as firing off a shot, though they do keep looking for me ... right up until they get an arrow to the face. That's always fun.

"She must have run off to lick her wounds"? Really? First of all, none of you so much as grazed me. Second of all? Who the fuck are you talking to?!? I made everyone else in this camp DEAD! Eh well. POONK.

I would love to do more, but work does tend to get in the way. Off I go.

Seriously, it's been a weirdly tough week and I haven't had that much in me lately. This weekend is probably going to be Cauldron IOTA and getting that quest for ELEUTHIA, probably in about that order, but for now, tiredness wins and I've been alternating between occasional bouts of random hunting in Forbidden West in the morning and House Flipper 2 in the evening. I hate fibro fatigue. It sucks.

[missingn000]

Hey! I wanted to thank you for writing tpg (if it isn’t rude or presumptuous of me to do so, in which case I apologise) because reading it has been an absolute pleasure. I found your fic a month ago when I was still fairly new to jjk, and let’s just say it helped the brainrot along considerably— I was reading tpg as 2023 swung ‘round, so that’s how I entered the new year LOL

I freakin’ adore your writing style, it’s one of my favourites among all the fics I’ve read over the years. It’s effortlessly witty and so, so vivid; I never thought fight scenes could ever be adequately described with words until you came along and proved me wrong. Not to mention their wonderfully symbolic nature too, like Toji’s fight against Gojo highlighting his growth as a character, that he values Maki more than his own pride (which cost him the second fight anyway), plus Nanami’s interpretation of the meaning of life quite literally clashing with Higuruma’s. There are so many layers to be found, and I adore the nuances you’ve so seamlessly incorporated into… everything, really

On a slightly unrelated note, I’ve hoarded numerous screenshots of funny bits that made me lose my shit, in particular Toji’s desperate “the customer is always right!” and Nanami’s unimpressed “I will insult the customer on the grounds that he is an idiot” like 💀 this exchange lives rent free in my mind, you have no idea how many times it’s made me laugh. Thank you for writing this lmao. You brought together characters that have literally never interacted in canon, gave them a functional dynamic, and I love it.

This… got long, I’m sorry. I just adore tpg to the moon and back- it got me back into writing after many months of inaction.

Hope you’re having a good day! I apologise for any mistakes, English isn’t my first language lol

oh my god hi?? first off, please don't apologize!! this was such a wonderful message to wake up to and has brightened my mood throughout the whole day. it's such an honor that you were reading tpg when the new year hit 😭❤️️ tpg has been a constant source of my jjk brainrot as well, and i'm both thrilled and deeply sorry that it pulled you into this series too (/lh)

thank you so much for your compliments on my writing style!! i think it's evolved a lot throughout the story and it's my goal to be constantly improving. and it's always nice to know my jokes are actually funny and the imagery i'm trying to convey comes across :')

fight scenes are my absolute favorite thing to write, and the benefit of written fight scenes is that they can have so much more emotion and internal narrative than visual fight scenes. i try to carefully map out both the fight choreography and the thematic layers, so i'm seriously over the moon that it's working!!

SDFGHJ PLEASE i loved that interaction between nanami and toji too. i've heard the 'found fam gets nanami fired' scene is a fan favorite, which makes me so happy because i cackled the entire time while writing it. it's such a blast to explore potential dynamics we didn't have in canon!

i hope YOU'RE having a good day!! and your english is perfect omg. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING and for sending this incredibly sweet message!!!

[fisherpiers]

why is Marcy your fave? :3

hooo boy is it marcy gushin’ time? *checks watch* well would you look at that

so! within the first few seconds of marcy being on screen i knew she was gonna be my favorite lol like love at first sight ig

like look at this idiot. adorable af. with her cape on fire lmaooo

she’s silly and regal and clever and stupid all at the same time. pretty sure the show bible lists her as ‘amoral a-student’ and we like ‘em a little grey round here. if that wasn’t clear by my fixation on the owl house fam lol

she doesn’t have a good handle on reality in the show, constantly clinging to her escapism (which is why everyone winds up in amphibia in the first place ya know) and i relate to that a lot, actually. if i had a way to escape to a frog world and become a fantasy protag i would in a heartbeat. fuck reality

luz 🤝 marcy : being escape artists

her ‘bffs’ are kinda dicks to her sometimes but she clings to them anyway… which i also relate to a lot… sigh

i love that episode where she’s running around fixing shit that wasn’t broken and consequently destroying it lmao it’s so cute when she sticks her little “marcy was here” signature on everything

and in the epilogue she’s a comic artist, which is my dream job so yeah

while i love that she got stabbed on-screen (normal things to think and say), i do wish they hadn’t sidelined her like that and replaced her with that monster hivemind thing up until like the last second. cmon man i only get so much marcy screentime don’t waste it :(

…that being said her possessed design is fucking sick

and yeah, people often are like “but she trapped her friends in a frog world with no way of knowing if they could ever get back home…” listen. listen. she’s terrified of being stripped away of her only social connections okay. she’s scared and she doesn’t want to be all alone. she’s being faced with isolation in massachusetts like man you try making all new friends after you lost the ones you’ve spent your whole life up until that point with. its fucking hard okay. and she’s young so ofc she’s gonna do something stupid and drastic.

AND HOW WOULD SHE EVEN KNOW IF THE FUCKING MAGIC BOX THEY KNICKED FROM A THRIFT STORE WAS GOING TO ACTUALLY TAKE THEM TO AMPHIBIA that’s not something that fucking happens okay.

anyways

i have recently acquired her journal but i haven’t read it yet. it’s first thing on my summer reading list tho XD

i kinda wanna fluff up her hair. boop her nose. she is like a skrunkly to me. my blorbo bleebus

microwaving her brb

ID WATCH THE LORD OF THE RINGS RIPOFF WITH YOU MARCY ILL PAY ATTENTION TO ALL YOUR FAVORITE PARTS AND LISTEN INTENTLY AS YOU INFODUMP ABOUT IT I PROMMY

[demi-rxndxm-stxff]

Incorrect Quotes (Oc Edition)

Trickster: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Shadow: 'Prettiest Smile' Spirit: 'Nicest Personality' Charlie: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Solar: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

*Noran and Zombra sitting in jail together* Zombra: So who should we call? Noran: I’d call Rachael, but I feel safer in jail

Skylar: How petty can you get? Charlie: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Trickster: Dammit, Shadow! Shadow: What?! It wasn’t me! Trickster: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Charlie! Charlie: Not me either. Spirit: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Solar: *whistles*

Aren: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you? Zombra: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

Charlie: Being gay isn't a choice. It's a game and I'm winning.

Crimson: We have a problem. Roman: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Solar: I have one brain cell and it bounces around in my skull like a windows screen saver. Solar: When it hits a corner perfect, I’m allowed one good idea.

Warlock: Go to hell! Solar: Where do you think I come from?

Roman: What are you in the mood for? Crimson: World domination. Roman: That's a bit ambitious. Crimson: You are my world. Roman: Aww… Crimson: Roman: Crimson: Roman: OH.

Zombra: *Finds half a watermelon at Whole Foods* Zombra, holding it up for everyone to see: LIES!

Warlock: Shadow, I am questioning your sanity… Trickster: I never questioned it, I knew their sanity was missing from the start.

Raito: God, give me patience. Jester: I think you mean 'give me strength'. Raito: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

Shadow: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

Jester: Raito! My face is on fire! Raito: Jester! Are you ok?! Jester: Oh yes, I'm fine. I just said that to make sure you'd come in here quickly. Raito: But your face is on fire. Jester: Yes. It's much faster than shaving.

Charlie: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

Lenwood: I think my guardian angel drinks.

Ace: *Morse Code* Fool me once, I'm gonna kill you

Warlock: Goodnight moon. Warlock: Goodnight tree. Warlock: Goodnight ghosts that only I can see.

Zombra: This is such a bad idea. Aren: Then why are you coming along? Zombra: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

Trickster: What do our pets talk about? Solar: Not much. Prince: *Meow* (I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.) Cosmic: *Bark* (It's not a joke.) Cosmic: *Whimper* Cosmic: *Bark* (I'm a legit snack.)

Black Bird: *Caw* (Can I bother you for a second?) Prince: *Meow* (You're always bothering me, but go ahead.)

Black Bird: *Caw* (Don't stay up all night, Prince. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own tail.)

Prince: *Hiss* (We need a distraction.) Solar: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Cosmic, whispering: *Bark* (My time has come)

Zombra, going over Aren's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you're creative. Aren: Yes Zombra: Okay…may I know what you create? Aren: Problems.

S Trio and Pet Trio's reactions to being told 'I love you' Shadow: Thanks fam! Spirit: Oh no. Cosmic, crying: *Whimper* (I love you too.) Black Bird: *Caw* (Sounds fake, but okay.) Solar: *A flustered mess* Prince: *Meow* (Can I get a refund?)

Prince: *Meow* (I've come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck.)

Prince: *Meow* (You're giving me a sticker?) Black Bird: *Caw* (Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of another kitty saying “me- wow!”) Prince: *Meow* (I'm not a kitten.) Black bird: *Caw* (Fine, I'll take it back.) Prince: *Hiss* (I earned this, back off!)

Prince: *Meow* (Any idiot would know that.) Cosmic: *Growl* (I knew that!) Prince: *Meow* (See?)

Jester: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person. Jester: And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!'

[auxiliarydetective]

Evie's Ship Tags

Along with my new OC tags, I also figured I could use new tags for my ships (or just... y'know... actually tag posts about my ships instead of just screaming into the void). And since they're not always clear as to who they're about if just viewed at face value, I decided to make a list of them! This includes romantic, platonic and other sorts of ships.

Yes, I sacrificed recognizability for the funnies. Let me be silly, okay? I am also bad at coming up with ship names, which is another reason for why I settled for this.

-> TV Shows!

80s!Kit

Face/Kit aka FaceKit: #otp: if you were church i'd get on my knees

Anita

Don/Anita: #otp: make me a ring out of clover flowers

Bill/Anita: #otp: shut your mouth give me your head

Bill & Anita: #brotp: meet me on the battlefield

George & Anita: #brotp: two idiots in dance shoes

Joe Liebgott & Anita: #brotp: we've all got battle scars

Vicky

Vicky/Newkirk: #otp: thief of my heart

Iris

Hawkeye & Iris: #brotp: drunken monologues

Charles & Iris: #fam: the family jewels

Raevyn (this also goes for New Horizons!Raevyn!)

Gordon/Raevyn: #otp: crazy little thing called love

Raevyn & Topa: #brotp: i can see a rainbow

Eva

Eva/Sven: #otp: northern lights and southern skies

Eva/Michi: #otp: just a little chliché

Sven/Eva/Michi: #ot3: lipstick stamps on my passport

K'Rala

K'Rala/Tasha aka K'Tasha: #otp: everything stays

Data/K'Rala aka K'Data: #otp: we are so human

Will/K'Rala: #otp: just a touch of your love

Deanna/K'Rala: #otp: she knows what i think about

Worf/K'Rala: #otp: fight for me

The Polycule: #otp: will you share your soul with me? (it's a one true polycule, get it?)

-> Streaming Series!

Philomel

Philomel/Crowley: #otp: falling for you

Philomel/Aziraphale: #otp: the way to an angel's heart

Crowley/Aziraphale/Philomel: #ot3: amor vincit omnia

Raevyn

-> see the TV Shows section!

Reina (subject to a lot of change, probably)

Reina & Edward: #brotp: mi capitán

Reina & Stede: #brotp: oh captain my captain

Reina & Izzy: ??? (I'm still figuring them out, but they're something)

Byeong-ho

Byeong-ho/Sang-woo: #otp: till death do us part

Kassandra

Diego & Kassandra: #fam: stand by me

Allison & Kassandra: #fam: took the words right out of my mouth

Klaus & Kassandra: #fam: the silence is so loud

Five & Kassandra: #fam: the loneliest

Viktor & Kassandra: #fam: your tears are mine

Kassandra & her siblings: #fam: we go deeper than the ink beneath the skin of our tattoos

-> Movies!

Movie!Kit

Face/Kit aka FaceKit: #otp: i hate you so much it must be true love

Hannibal & Kit: #fam: daedalus and icarus

Diana

Mal & Diana: brotp: what else can i do?

Carlos/Diana: otp: puppy love

Claire

Claire/Eldora: #otp: this fire in my skin

Evie & Claire: #brotp: lace and leather

Charlie

Egon/Charlie: #qpr: research buddies

Helena

to be added

Honey

to be added

Varsha

Henry+Edward/Varsha: #otp: when is a monster not a monster?

Bára

Bára/Ahkmenrah: #otp: not even death could keep me from you

Lani:

Lani & Luke: #fam: the failure and the prodigy

Lani & Leia: #fam: our father's temper

Lani & Han: #brotp: halfblood and solo

Lani & Anakin/Darth Vader: #fam: are you proud of me dad?

-> One Piece

Aurelia

Mihawk/Aurelia: #otp: bloodstained gold

Aurelia & Sanji: #fam: mama's boy

Aurelia & Luffy: #brotp: there will come a ruler

Aurelia's "family": #fam: mihawk's accidental family acquisition (it's an insider that's very dear to me, and pretty much what Aurelia's OP verse boils down to lol)

Cora

Sanji/Cora: #otp: mr prince and his princess

Zoro/Cora: #otp: you wouldn't fight a katana with a rapier

Sanji/Cora/Zoro: #ot3: the prince. the princess. the knight.

Inari

Inari & Pudding: #fam: three-eyed duo

Inari & Big Mom: #fam: how much of my mother has my mother left in me?

Inari & Sanji: #brotp: though we don't share the same blood

Lily

Sanji & Lily: #fam: go ahead and cry little girl

Kaya & Lily: #fam: almost sisters

Usopp & Lily: #brotp: can you picture that?

Zoro & Lily: #brotp: big tiger small fox

Luna

Sanji/Luna: #otp: the angel and her devil

Lux

Lux/Zoro: #otp: theseus and the minotaur

Law & Lux: #brotp: achilles come down

Lux & Kaya: #brotp: i will be your sword and shield

Lux & Nami: #brotp: the cat is out of the bag

-> Animation & Others

Noura

to be added

Jelena

to be added

Soles

to be added

Jamie

to be added

Sherry

Peach & Sherry: #fam: sweet!

Bowser & Sherry: #brotp: honorary koopaling

Sonata

to be added

Eve

Patton & Eve: #fam: raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

Roman & Eve: #fam: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Remus & Eve: #fam: all you gotta do is say my name

Indigo

to be added

Evelynn

to be added