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dclovesdanny · 4 months

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Something I will never get enough of is Danny killing the Joker. However, something I want to see more of, is Danny killing the Joker for Ellie.

Like, Jason and Danny are neighbors and they’ve been friends for a little while. Jason knows Danny has the 20 something year old mechanic with a six-year-old daughter who is an absolute gremlin. He really likes them both, and he might have a little crush on his neighbor.

Then when they are out at the park or something, the Joker attacks. The joker decides to grab a hostage and who does he grab, but this six year old girl who only seems to have one person who knows her, a scrawny 20 something person. She has dark hair and blue eyes and only person who seems to care about her is her older brother/possible father? Perfect bait for Batman.

He wasn’t counting on Danny being able to fight god for his family. He didn’t realize that Danny will do anything to protect his family, that, in his literal core, he is sworn to protect his people, no matter the cost. the joker did not realize that Danny loves Ellie enough to not only die (again) for her, but to kill for her.

The Joker doesn’t die to Batman, or in some big battle. The Joker dies to a man no one knew because the Joker kidnapped his daughter. The joker dies, because he forgot that not everyone has the same hangups about killing that Batman does. The Joker dies because he pushed a parent too far.

Jason is there during all of this. I think he’s either there as red hood, watching through the cameras, or there is Jason. All three of these have many different pros for various forms of angst.

If Jason is there as red hood, he’s probably with some of the batfamily, and they are holding him back from killing the Joker. They’re trying to figure out how to make it so that the joker won’t kill this little girl, and Jason is going feral because that is his kid. That is the little gremlin who lives next-door, who knocks on his door and treats him like a jungle gym. That’s his kid. When he sees Danny jump at the Joker, he’s going to have a straight up panic attack and he’s gonna get the guns ready, but he doesn’t need to.

If he’s there as Jason, I think the joker would also take him hostage. Jason Wayne, the brat who would get him a lot of money. Especially if the Joker knows that this was the second Robin, because this just means he can get two killed in one swoop. And Jason is trying to protect Ellie with everything in him, cursing himself for not bringing a gun with him and praying that this time Bruce isn’t too late. And he can see the pain in Danny’s eyes and he is so scared to lose this family he has. He praised to a God he doesn’t believe in this time, history won’t repeat itself.

I feel like it would be most painful, if he’s watching through cameras. He’s probably injured or in the middle of doing something for his civilian life . Maybe he’s even out of town, but turned the camera on to look out for the joker, and had a heart attack when he saw the little girl next-door being held by the Joker. This man is trying so hard to get there, breaking every traffic law, praying that he won’t be too late that this won’t be the same as his death. His trauma is excruciating, because this feels like when he was waiting for Bruce and Bruce not getting there until it was too late.

No matter which of these scenarios, he needs to see Danny snap and kill the joker. Maybe, in the camera scenario, it’s just this he arrives that he sees it. Either way, he needs to see the moment, the Joker dies at the head of a single father, and the parallel of Bruce and him and Danny and Ellie need to be very apparent. Because this time the dad wasn’t afraid to kill.

This is the moment I feel, Jason would fully acknowledge that he would do anything for these people. That these two neighbors of his have become his family. The moment he sees the two of them holding each other, and the jokers body at their feet, I guarantee you this man is fighting tooth and nail not to go over his red hood exposed them. if he’s Jason, he can run into hug them no problem, but if he’s red hood, he’s not going to be able to do that.

This man will fight with Batman if he even that should get in trouble for killing the Joker. He will threaten to never ever speak to Bruce ever again, will be ready to bribe the police into letting Danny go, we will race every camera footage out there of the event, will do anything for this family.

Later that day, he won’t have nightmares of the Joker for the first time in a while. He will be able to look at his family and rest easy, knowing that there’s no way that Joker can take them from him.

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notjustjavierpena · 10 months

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The Making of Ellie - Part I

A/N: This DILF!Joel piece has rotted my brain for 24 hours straight. I have had absolutely no break from thinking about this, and it’s never been easier to write something.

Summary: A look into how you and Joel’s relationship is going two years in. Joel’s POV on his never-ending love for you and his extreme baby fever.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), Joel’s POV, domesticated Joel Miller, Sarah makes an appearance!!!, tooth-rotting love and fluff, they’re crazy about each other, talk about birth control and ovulation, pussy eating (joel is a cunning linguist), fingering, bit of praise kink, dirty talk, bit of body worship, breeding kink, daddy kink (if you squint real hard), slow and sensual piv sex, intense orgasms, creampie, God they are in love

Word count: 4k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49183051

Song inspiration(!!!): Too Lost In You by Sugababes

Baby-Making

Joel comes home from work around the same time each day now — and it’s never after dinner time. He has made it his mission to make time for Sarah and you, cut down work since you moved in, because two working adults living in the house means that he can slow things down.

His health has improved, his mood too, his fatigue has practically gone and Sarah has had more time to just be a kid, started playing soccer again, and has even taken up coaching the little league team now that she’s 16. It’s good for him. You are good for him. For both of them.

He loves it. He takes the afternoon post-work ritual very seriously. Always texts if he should pick something up from the grocery store. Sometimes brings you flowers too, remembering that one time you’d said that you didn’t actually mind the cheap cellophane-wrapped bouquets.

It’s interesting to him how natural it feels for him to slip right into domestic bliss with you because he never thought that he would get there again after Sarah’s mother. On top of it, he never considered himself a gentle thing, but after you, it’s like you kiss the calluses of him away. He is nothing but gentle now, even in his roughness.

He throws the keys onto the side table by the front door after arriving home, shrugs off his jacket, and bends down to take off his boots. The sound makes you appear in the doorway. Joel notices that you’ve changed into gray sweatpants and a tank top with a strawberry on it since arriving home, basically removed anything from you that is professional and uncomfortable. Joel loves you like this because he is the only one who gets to enjoy you like this; relaxed and beautiful, hair in a messy bun on top of your head and fuzzy socks on your always-cold feet. He smiles at your radiance, then pads across the floor to kiss you hello.

There’s something in your eyes; a flicker of mischief as you grab his wrist to look at his watch. With a grin that nearly sets his heart into overdrive, you hold his hand up so he can look at the time too.

“It’s five minutes past,” you tut.

“Right, but I got ya something,” he says, reluctantly turning away from you to rummage through his jacket pocket. He fishes out a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup and you immediately snatch it from his hands, holding it close to your chest.

“Gremlin,” he teases and you stick out your tongue at him, “No needa hide it. ‘S too sweet for me anyway.”

“I shall save it for later then,” you walk to the kitchen and open the top cabinet that holds the mugs. You stand on your toes to reach into the very back, shirt riding up just a little, and stash the chocolate cup for later consumption.

“Hidden from Sa-rah, the candy thief,” you purposely pronounce her name wrong for dramatic purposes. Then you lower yourself onto the soles of your feet again, not bothering to pull your top down again. Joel watches the slight reveal of the dimples on your back.

“Right,” he chuckles.

Dear Lord, he loves you so much that it is ridiculous. In a way that makes the future look better than it ever has because it’s no longer filled with uncertainty. He knows what’s going to happen; he’ll build a house for the three of you, he’ll marry you in the Texan spring and he’ll give you as many babies as you want. He’d do it all today if he could.

“How was work?” You interrupt his thoughts by wrapping your soft hands around the nape of his neck, resting them there. You have rosy cheeks, feel warm against his skin, with love radiating from your fingertips.

“Good, told Tommy to handle the next few clients. Some hotshot guy comin’ into the office tomorrow,” Joel tells you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer. He thinks that you don’t actually care about any of this, but there’s no indication of boredom on your face.

“He building a castle or something?” You ask.

“Somethin’ like that. Guy’s filthy rich but not from his own doin’, looking at blueprints at the end of the week. Should be interesting,” he continues, “Not that you care about that.”

“I do actually like hearing about your job,” you kiss him on the lips, peck them repeatedly until he cannot help himself and lifts you up to hug you tight. His arms rest along your back and his hands on your sides, fingers sprawled out underneath where your bra had been in the morning. You must’ve taken it off too. He loves you comfortable.

“You just love my hands,” he retorts, nose against your cheek, “Don’t deny it. I see right through ya.”

“It’s definitely not completely wrong,” you admit when he sets you down again.

You walk back to the kitchen, too tempted by the knowledge of what is in your kitchen cabinet. You only take half, proclaiming some bullshit that you have to watch out for your blood sugar since one can never know when it’s going to get you.

Joel rolls his eyes, following you, “I can give ya some sugar.”

“Joel Miller!” You pretend to look shocked. He tastes the peanut butter in your mouth, pushes you against the counter.

“Gross,” a teenage girl’s voice says.

“Oh right, Sarah’s home,” you announce sheepishly.

Joel pulls away to look at his daughter, “Hey kiddo. How was school?”

“You don’t care about that,” she smirks, “But if you must know, it was fine. No homework.”

“That don’t sound like Mrs. uhhh…”

“Green, it’s Ms. Green, Dad,” Sarah says dramatically as she moves across the floor to put on shoes. Her tone turns taunting, “Go ahead and make out with your girlfriend. I’m going to soccer practice.”

“Have fun, Sarah! We’ll have dinner ready,” you chime in.

“See ya, honey.”

The door closes behind her. The house grows quiet for a moment, but then the mischief is back in your eyes, “She’s seeing a boy.”

Joel nearly gets whiplash, not sure why his pulse spikes. He trusts his daughter to make good decisions and has taught her how since she was just a baby, “Nah, she ain’t. Just said she’s going to soccer practice.”

“Joel,” you sigh loudly, “It’s Tuesday.”

“So?”

“She has practice on Thursdays.”

“Christ,” he runs a hand over his stubble, tries to keep his composure, and ignores the urge to send her a text.

“But you know what?” You’re back in his personal space, tugging at his arms to make him hold you close again, “Such a fun coincidence. I’m also seeing a boy.”

Joel can feel the tension seeping out of him in an instant.

“Really? ‘Cause I’m seein’ a girl. She’s real pretty,” he wishes that he could show his past self how tooth-rottingly sweet he is being with you because he’d hate it. Though if past-Joel found out who he was treating like this, he’d instantly become a goner just like present-Joel is now.

“‘S her sweet tooth, unhinged behavior that I love the most though,” he continues.

You whine in his arms, lean your head back and it earns you a kiss on your neck, “Don’t be like that. Not when I’m ovulating. I’ll climb you like a tree.”

Oh.

It may seem innocent but Joel knows this is how you play dirty. It suddenly explains a lot. The sweatpants, the rosy cheeks, the way you glow, no bra, the cravings, why Joel wants you so bad.

Joel wouldn’t say that he is controlled by biology, and he hates the men trying to argue their way out of acting like cavemen. But looking at you right now in your stupid strawberry tank top, knowing that you’re horny and ready because your body wants to make him a daddy... Joel’s head swims.

Something shifts in the air. You can see it on him, but Joel assumes that you wait for him to act on whatever is bubbling up in his chest and below his belt.

And act, he does. He distracts you with deep, long kisses until he can snatch you up from the ground and carry you upstairs. You squeak out a giggle but don’t fight back, enjoying the freedom of being alone with him.

“That’s why you’re so fucking sexy,” Joel says after placing you on your shared bed. He is already shedding himself of his shirt, undressing hurriedly to get close to your skin with his own as quickly as possible.

You crawl back on the bed, untying the strings of your sweatpants and yanking them down your legs. You match his urgency, but still decide to tease him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Shut your mouth,” he yanks the rest of your pants off as soon as he is naked in front of you. He throws them in the pile of his own clothes, “You know exactly what I’m talking about, dirty girl.”

You’re just about to take your top off before Joel stops you with a hand curled around the hem. He knows you’re sensitive at this point in your cycle, but it’s not why he wants to keep it on, “I love how cute you are in this shirt. Keep it on like this.”

He crawls properly onto the bed to demonstrate and tugs the shirt up over your tits so he can still see the stupid animated fruit on the front. Afterward, he tugs your panties down your legs and off your feet. He will swear to a higher power that he can even smell it on you, sweet like strawberries and honey between your legs and it makes him feel like an animal.

He has had baby fever for a while now, even told you his plans on giving you a whole bunch of babies and you’ve merely giggled at him, especially when he told you that twins don’t run in his family, but he is sure that nature will give him a whole litter with you.

“Want me to eat you out?” He asks to which you whimper and nod. He doesn’t give you what you want right then and there, instead climbs up to cradle your head in his hands and gives you a long, slow kiss. He sucks on your tongue, hums into your mouth, and gets you worked up and wet before he’ll treat you right.

“Tell me,” he says when he breaks the kiss, nosing along the bunched-up fabric of his new favorite top of yours. He sucks at the skin between your breasts, places open-mouthed kisses along the swell of the left whilst cupping the right.

“I want you to eat my pussy,” you moan softly, running a hand over his hair as he licks a nipple. You slide your fingers into it, but you don’t tug at it unless you feel like you need to hold onto it for dear life.

“God, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls before going further down your body, his spit leaving a shine where his mouth has been, “Can’t believe I own these tits.”

He goes further down, lets out a satisfied noise when he can see between your legs, “—and this pussy.”

“Yes, it’s yours, fuck, baby,” you sound delirious already, happy and eager to be touched, on the verge of a giggle even, “Joel, need your mou—“

You gasp loudly into the quiet bedroom. Joel has covered you with his mouth, eyes almost rolling back into his skull at the taste of your ripe cunt. He is too lost in you, a complete idiot with how head over heels he is for you, and he shows it by devouring you like he is starved.

“Baby!” You cry out, sensitive, “Fuuuck— just like that!”

He watches your thighs twitch in his peripheral, holds you down by placing a strong hand just below your belly button, and uses his thumb on said hand to pull the hood of your clit back. He sucks the little now-hard nub into his mouth, sending you into a state where he is unsure if you can even sense the sheets underneath you. If you had superpowers, he surely would’ve made you lift off the bed as if you were possessed.

He bobs his head a little, probably looking obscene as he hums against your clit and wiggles his head too. He looks up at you through his lashes, sees the red flush on your chest, and knows that you are close. Christ, he hasn’t been this into someone before.

“I’m gonna— you’re gonna make me—“ you say like always, announcing your departure from reality. He keeps going, feeling your stomach jump in a stuttering manner underneath his palm with how uneven your breathing has become.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” You sob with a yank of Joel’s hair and suddenly your thighs are shaking violently without your control. Joel can feel you coming before you announce it, your cunt clenching rapidly against his lips and your clit pulsing in his mouth as he sucks your folds into his mouth. You taste so good as a gush on slick smears his lips and chin even more. He laps it up.

You push him away when he gets too much, and he turns his head to kiss your inner thigh. You finally release the giggle that you’ve been suppressing, drunk on dopamine and Joel falls in love with you a bit more.

“You’re fucking incredible,” you say. The hand in his hair slides down so you can affectionately run your knuckles over his cheek. He responds by gently rubbing your thighs, soothing you on top of putting such strain on your heart and your breath. You hum, “I love you so much.”

Without warning, he smacks your thigh and you sit up straight. He grins, “Love ya too, sweetheart. Think you can give me one more before I fuck ya?”

“Jesus, what’s gotten into you?” You ask genuinely as you lower onto your back again.

“Wanna fuck a baby into you,” he replies, voice an octave lower than normal. He senses your shiver without having to look at your face, “Please. Wanna get her red and puffy so it fucking sticks.”

You let out an involuntary moan at the idea. You want this as much as him, he hopes, and he slides two fingers into your neglected pussy whilst he waits for the green light to fill you up. He crooks them upwards, fingers the spongy spot that only seems to have been discovered by him, “Lemme in. Lemme come in you.”

You’ve been off the pill for a while with the reasoning that it wasn’t doing any good for your body. Joel had stocked up on condoms since then, actually filled the top drawer of his nightstand to the brim because honey, we’re young and healthy, red-blooded Americans. But it had planted the idea in his mind that he could potentially knock you up, and suddenly the stash of condoms was being used rapidly.

“Okay,” you say with a half-moan, “Fuck, okay.”

Joel immediately sits up on his knees, still fucking you open on his hand. You squirm underneath his touch, trying to get a hold of your breathing this time, holding eye contact with him as he drags another orgasm from you.

It is much less hurried and a lot more intense, muscles clamping down on his digits rhythmically as you bite your lip and close your eyes with a soft gasp. He can’t decide if he finds this more sexy.

“Did you mean it?” He asks as he trails kisses up your belly. He kneels between your legs and places an elbow on either side of your chest so he can hold both your breasts in his hands. He squeezes them together, sucks on a nipple until you sigh deeply, and then watches them bounce back into place.

“Yes,” you say and your voice doesn’t sound unsure at all, “Fuck yes, I want your babies. Wanted them since I saw you. Want you to make me a mommy.”

“The prettiest momma out there,” he says, euphoria evident on his face. He slides his arms underneath you, rests his head on your breasts, and hugs you close to his chest, “Wanna fuck ya.”

“Please,” you say softly, spreading your legs open for him but he has other plans. He releases you from his arms to sit up again, spreading his knees a little. His hands wrap around your ankles to lift your legs up onto his shoulders, your feet behind his ears. He leans over you afterward and bends your flexible legs backward until the front of his thighs are against the back of yours. He can go deep like this, fill you up with his come how he has wanted to for months.

He takes hold of his cock, eases it inside of your spent and warm cunt inch by inch. You feel incredible around his dick without a piece of rubber separating the two of you. He can feel the head of his dick nudge at your cervix, moaning quietly as he is engulfed by your wet, pulsating heat.

“How are you still so fucking tight?” He groans, resting his forehead against your calf as he gives you a moment to adjust to the stretch. He knows he is big, gets a thrill out of how well you take him each time as if you were made specifically for him. There had been one time where he’d called you a trooper, and you had laughed so hard with his dick inside you that it had made him come.

“You feel so big like this,” you say as you look down between the two of you, already sounding out of breath. Joel kisses your calf repeatedly and softly, trying to soothe your overwhelmed body.

“Goddamn. You’re so sexy,” he praises, placing both hands on the sides of your head so he is hovering above you. He finds your hazy eyes, “Look at you.”

He gives an experimental roll of his hips that makes you whimper, both hands reaching for the backs of his knees. You hold onto him, staring up into his eyes with that siren-like look in them, and then you moan softly.

Joel starts fucking you desperately at that. He doesn’t hurry though, keeps his hips’ movements slow and sensual to have you moaning and gasping ever so slightly at the intensity. He knows he could just give in and fuck you rough and fast, but the heavy-lidded gaze that you are giving him with your mouth hanging open is too good to spoil.

“Joel,” you cry but it’s barely audible compared to what he sometimes drags from you. He can feel your nails dig into the flexing muscles of his thighs, creating half-moon shapes in the flesh. He switches to a rocking motion, and it sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You moan with your bottom lip between your teeth, “Mhm—“

“I know, baby, let it out,” he can see your pulse jumping wildly underneath the sensitive skin of your neck, feeling the heat of his orgasm pool at the base of his spine. He needs to be closer to you.

“Lift your legs down to the sides,” he tells you gently, thrusts coming to a halt and him realizing that you’ve heard absolutely nothing. He repeats himself, waits for you to follow his instructions, and then hooks his arms underneath your knees.

Joel gets closer to you by resting his weight on his elbows, his own body on top of your slightly contorted one. You reach for him, grabby hands in the air until he allows himself to be pulled in for a kiss. You cradle his face, make him feel safe in your arms.

“I love you, baby,” he breathes deeply. The new position gives him an opportunity to reach deeper inside of you, and it’s accompanied by each upward snap of his pelvis causing his cockhead to push into your g-spot. It makes it difficult for you to continue kissing him, eventually simply breathing into his mouth as he has you speared on his dick. Never once do you let go of his face, thumbs on his cheekbones, and tip of your nose against his.

“I love you,” you whisper, unable to catch your breath. Joel can feel your walls flutter around his dick, threatening to pull his own climax from him too soon. You pant, eyes burning, “You— baby, shit… you’re gonna make me come.”

“Yeah?” He speeds up a little, carding a hand through your hair and gently tugging on the bun. He coaxes you, “Gonna milk my cock into you? Make me a daddy?”

“Yeah,” you whimper wantonly, tightening your legs into his sides as you try moving with him, “Yeah, baby. Gonna make you a daddy! Fuckfuckfuck. Ah— I’m, I—“

Joel doesn’t know if he’s ever made you come like this; without all the muscle and rough touches, without the fast-paced snaps of his hips and the foul taunting from his mouth of how dirty you are. But come you do, with your brows furrowed, gaze on his and a controlled breathing that suddenly becomes erratic and uneven after you let out a high-pitched cry.

“That’s it,” he admires you, “So good f’me.”

You clamp down on his cock so hard that he sees stars, fucks you through each convulsion of your cunt. His mouth drips with filth as he works himself toward his own pleasure, “You make me so fucking horny, baby. Wanna knock— ngh, wanna knock this pretty pussy up all the time. Give ya a whole fuckin’ litter.”

He tips over the edge not long after, heart pounding in his chest and the sensation in his balls tightening. He releases with a groan, settles deep inside of you to make sure he doesn’t waste a single drop. His orgasm pulses through his cock, swirls in his belly, and warms the small of his back.

“Fuuuck,” he pants. He carefully removes his arms from underneath your legs before he collapses, allowing you to stretch out underneath him. You look completely fucked out, gasping feebly as he teasingly gives you another thrust before pulling out.

You wrap your arms around him as he falls onto you, nose against the shell of his ear. He can barely lift his head when you speak, humming into your neck that vibrates as you talk, “You think other people have sex this good?”

“Nah, ‘s why everyone is so fuckin’ miserable, why they gotta build mansions with their parents’ money,” he murmurs.

“Stop thinking about the hotshot client in bed,” you tease as you cradle his head in your arms, lifting your legs to wrap them around his waist. It seems you cannot get close enough, “You should only think about sticky, sweaty me.”

Joel finds that he doesn’t care about sticky, sweaty skin and you feeling like a furnace after three orgasms. He lays with you like this for a while, sure that you’ve drifted off to sleep at one point, until you push at his shoulder, voice back to your normal pitch as the post-orgasmic bliss has faded slowly, “Gotta pee.”

“Sure,” he rolls off of you. The sight of your waddle to the bathroom makes him smile, eyes following the way the fleshiest part of your ass and thighs jiggle with each step.

When you’ve closed the door behind you, Joel finds the strength to rid the bed of the dirty sheets and start dressing again. He’ll have a shower before bed, he decides, ignoring the sensitivity of sliding on boxers and jeans again.

Hurriedly, he bounces down the stairs to the kitchen. He gets the rest of your peanut butter cup, places it on the nightstand with your clothes right beside it.

He checks the time. There’s no point in trying to cook something up for dinner if Sarah is home from ‘practice’ soon, so he goes down into the kitchen to order pizza, heart thrumming in his chest as he hears you shout a thank you from upstairs at the discovery of the other half of your favorite snack. He is happy. So so happy.

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justagalwhowrites · 22 days

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...Can Be Found

You and Joel have an unexpected night alone in Jackson. A canon Lavender one-shot set between chapters 47 and 48.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender

Length: 3k

Warnings: Smut :). All the fluff in all the world. Eric Clapton. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

A/N: Thank you all so much for loving these characters and hanging out for the Lavenderversary celebration. I hope you love seeing what Joel and Doc were up to today in Jackson ❤️

April 30, 2024

“Please?” Ellie said, her eyes bright and wide and eager. “All the other kids are going and Maria said they’re making some special snacks and shit and they’re putting on some movie I’ve never fucking heard of and I really want to see it, please?”

You glanced at Joel, who looked quickly back at you.

Neither of you had been anticipating this. You hadn’t been in Jackson all that long, Ellie had only been going to school for a few weeks. You hadn’t really spent much time apart, not really. Even Joel, who was regularly leaving Jackson to go on patrol, had never been outside the house overnight. There was a comfort in coming home to each other at the end of the day, the three of you squeezing onto the couch in your living room to watch a movie or clustering on the ground where you could lean against each other while playing a board game. You functioned as a unit now, each of you far more comfortable and secure with the others close.

Ellie wanting to go to the town lock in hadn’t even been on your radar.

But it was a good sign, you thought. She was becoming more and more like her old self every day. She enjoyed school, had made a few friends, was starting to think about what she wanted to do to contribute to Jackson as she got older. It was good to see her here, being happy and having a life. Her wanting to spend time away was good. It just didn’t feel good.

“I promise I won’t even say fuck,” Ellie said, still pleading. “And I’ll leave my knife at home.”

“You should always leave your knife at home,” Joel said, voice stern. “No reason to be carryin’ it around here, anyway…”

“Yeah, OK,” Ellie rolled her eyes and you had to fight the urge to laugh.

You and Joel looked at each other again for a moment. You could tell he was feeling the same unease you were, the same desire to keep Ellie where you could see her at all times because that’s the only way you could be sure that she was safe and whole.

But you couldn’t do that forever.

You sighed and looked back at her.

“Yes, you can go,” you said.

“Yes!” She darted around you to run up the stairs but you stopped her quickly.

“But you have to come back here before going anywhere else tomorrow morning,” you said. “And you have to be on your best behavior, OK gremlin? I know how you can be, no picking fights…”

“I’ll be good, I promise!” She said, frozen with one foot on the stairs.

“Then go get your stuff,” you said, Ellie taking off before you even really had a chance to finish talking, forcing her to yell up the stairs after her. “Make sure you grab your pillow and sleeping bag!”

Joel came and stood beside you at the banister, his hand finding the small of your back, slipping below your shirt to brush his fingers over you there.

“Think we’re gonna be empty nesters for the night,” he said, voice low.

“Think you’re right,” you smiled a little. “Whatever will we do?”

“Oh, I think we can figure somethin’ out.”

Ellie left not long after, running down the front walk to catch some of her friends from school as they headed toward the mess hall turned lock-in site for the night.

“Here,” Joel said, standing next to you on the porch as the two of you watched her laugh with her friends. “Why don’t you get comfortable, I’ll be back in a few.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What are you up to?”

“Just trust me,” he laughed and nudged you to the porch swing. “And be patient.”

You smiled and shook your head a little but settled into the side of the swing that you’d come to think of as yours, pushing lightly off the ground with your toe, breathing in the cool, clean spring air, the scent of rain drifting in from the dark clouds on the horizon.

There was a distant rumble of thunder as the screen door creaked open and Joel came outside, two mugs held tight in one large hand, the neck of his guitar in the other.

“I think we’re getting a spring storm,” you said as he leaned the guitar against the house and handed you a mug before taking a seat next to you. You lifted the mug and breathed deep, your eyebrows shooting up. “Is that…”

“Coffee,” he smiled a little. “With a little lavender syrup that, I’m ashamed to admit, I needed a lot of help to make.”

You looked at him, feeling like you might be about to cry you were so touched.

“You made me lavender syrup?”

He shrugged.

“Figured it’d been long enough since you’d had your favorite coffee,” he said. “Heard through the grapevine that some traders who come through sometimes have coffee. Figured I’d have it ready for when I could get my hands on some.”

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” You asked. “Because I do.”

“You’ve said,” he smiled. “Still like hearin’ it, though.”

You took a sip of the coffee and savored it and thought, for a moment, about the first time you’d met Joel. So long ago now at that coffee shop in Austin, when you were just 20 years old and hoping to find a job you liked that would make you not need to take out more loans to survive the summer. You should have known when you first sat across from him, sipping your lavender latte and talking about his daughter, that your life would never be the same.

Joel put his arm over the back of the swing and you settled into his side, your head on his shoulder, grateful for his warmth as temperature dropped and the rain moved in.

“Think you’ll let me play you somethin’?” He asked.

“I believe it is well established that I am the president and founder of the Rockstar Joel Miller fan club,” you teased. “You can always play me something.”

“Good,” he said, taking his arm back and reaching behind him to pick up the guitar and resting it on his lap. “Because I’ve been working on something for you. Been a long time since I’ve played for anyone so be patient with me.”

“The peanut gallery will be quiet,” you smiled, tucking yourself into the corner of the swing and putting your stocking feet against Joel’s warm thigh as the rain grew heavier. You held your mug tightly in your fingers, the heat and coffee running low.

He started playing, quiet and slow and you recognized it immediately, your breath catching in your throat.

“It's late in the evening,” Joel sang in his soft baritone. “She's wondering what clothes to wear…”

You just listened in silent awe as he played you Wonderful Tonight, the song you’d claimed as yours, for the first time in 20 years. When he finished, he left the guitar in his lap for a moment before glancing over at you, an oddly vulnerable look in his eyes when he did.

“Didn’t say the peanut gallery needed to be that quiet,” he said, his voice thick.

“Joel,” you whispered, setting your coffee on the small side table before damn near throwing yourself at him. He set the guitar down quickly, barely fast enough to catch you as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed, sinking back into the swing with you in his arms.

“You like it then?” He asked.

You pulled back enough to look at him properly, tears pricking your eyes.

“I loved it,” you said softly. “That was… I can’t believe you learned that!”

“Well,” he shrugged. “Already learned it, once upon a time. More just remembering something I always knew. I was just coming home to it is all.”

You kissed him and he kissed you back before you settled in against his side again, the two of you swaying as the rain fell and the thunder rolled.

“Know what storms remind me of now?” He asked quietly after a while, his fingers trailing up and down your arm.

“Hm?”

“The night I got you back.”

You looked up at him from your place against his chest and found him watching you, his brown eyes soft and deep.

“Me too,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you,” he said, his fingers still tracing the same familiar path along your skin. “I’ve got a lot of regrets in my life but that’s one of my biggest. I wasted so much time with you. Sometimes all I think about is all that time we missed out on because I was too wrapped up in my own shit…”

“We found each other again,” you reached up and trailed your fingers through his shaggy curls. “That’s all that matters. We can’t change anything that happened to us then, we can only make sure we don’t lose each other again now.”

“Not losing you again, baby,” Joel said, cupping your cheek and kissing you deeply. “Promise I’m not.”

You looked in his eyes, something warm and needy settling low in your stomach as you did.

“Let’s go inside,” he said, his tone matching the already building heat inside you.

You just nodded and let him lead the way.

***

Joel had been waiting for a night like this one.

Maybe not one where Ellie was away quite so long. Her being gone overnight made him uneasy, even if it was just to the town lock-in down the street.

But it did mean he got time alone with you, something he’d been craving more and more lately.

It seemed like all he wanted to do, now that the three of you were safely settled in Jackson, was find a way to make up for lost time.

He wasn’t sure he really could. He’d lost you for too long, done too much he regretted to ever really atone for it all. But he wanted to try. He desperately wanted to do something - anything - that would make himself worthy of you.

Wonderful Tonight had been the first thing he tried to play when he’d gotten the guitar in Jackson. You’d been at the clinic, Ellie at school and he’d fumbled his way through it in the living room, his fingers hurting the entire time. It took time to rebuild the callus, to relearn the song. But it had been so worth it to see the look on your face when he’d played it for you on the porch that night.

The two of you came in as the storm seemed to be reaching its peak, the rain pouring in a steady drumbeat on the roof, the thunder rattling the panes of glass in their frames as he led you to bed.

He undressed you slowly, reverently, taking his time with you the way he’d imagined doing every time he imagined fucking you in those years in the QZ. He cast aside your shirt and his hands skimmed the outline of you, your skin so impossibly soft under his touch. He wondered - not for the first time - how something as soft as you could exist at all, let alone in this world. How something as soft as you could possibly be meant for him, want him. But you did and he lived to give you what you wanted, that’s all that mattered.

You tugged at his shirt and he helped you remove it before he unhooked your bra and cast it aside, too, drinking in the sight of your bared skin before him.

“Christ, baby,” he breathed, pulling you against his naked chest. You pressed your soft, warm skin against him, your arms wrapping around his neck and he guided you to the bed, laying you below him in the middle of it. When he pulled away from you, you whined, your eyes following his every movement. He smiled a little. “Ain’t gonna get far with these still on, I’m comin’ right back.”

He unbuttoned your jeans and hooked his fingers around the waistband of those and your panties, pulling both down your legs at once, leaving you completely bare before him.

“Joel,” you whimpered, your hands finding your breasts by what seemed like their own accord, desperate to hold onto something. You worked them gently as you watched him unbutton his own jeans, biting your lower lip as you did.

“Fuck, you keep right on doin’ that,” he damn near growled as he shucked his own jeans and underwear before crawling up the bed toward you and settling in the cradle of your hips. “So pretty when you’re making yourself feel good…”

He licked his fingertips and slid his hand down your body to the apex of your thighs, finding your swollen bud and pressing against it. Your back arched and you whined again as he started working your clit in slow, firm circles.

“Even prettier when you let me do it, though,” he said, his unoccupied hand going to the crown of your head, toying with your hair before he kissed you deeply.

Your hands left your breasts then, finding his back and pulling him sharply toward yourself, as though you couldn’t get enough of him. You rocked your hips up against him and he smiled against your lips, his cock swollen and painfully hard.

“Joel,” you panted when he pulled back. “I need you, please, I need you, I need you…”

“Need me where?” He asked, breathless himself.

He knew where.

He just wanted to hear you say it.

“Inside,” your eyes were wide, pupils blown. “Inside me, please, I need you inside me.”

His hand left your slick slit and he stroked his cock once with your wetness, the heat of you so close to him.

“Then let me give you what you want,” he said, lining himself up with your entrance and pressing inside you with a deep groan of satisfaction.

He sank into you, feeling your walls parting for his intrusion, how your body shifted and molded to him, your pussy holding him perfectly.

Every time he did this, every time he first entered you, he had the same two thoughts: this was where he belonged, this was so much more than he deserved.

He’d had a hard time reconciling those things. Since he’d met you, he couldn’t shake the idea that he needed to be alongside you - inside you - but he knew that you’d been meant for something more than him. When you were both young, you’d been so full of potential, all brilliant light that it seemed selfish to focus it all on himself. Now, you were the warmest comfort, the most beautiful part of a ruined world. With all he’d done, all the ways he’d failed, he could not deserve you.

He’d let that keep you apart for a long time, the clash of those feelings pulling at him. But now, he knew how they fit, how he fit with you. He had to try to be worthy of you, that was the key. He could not stop, could not wavier. He had to always try. He had to hold you, protect you, bring you the CDs you adored and paint the walls the colors you loved and find ways to make the things that brought you joy because someone like you needed someone who would try for them. In this world there was no sure thing, but he could try. For you, he would try for the rest of his life.

He moved in you slowly at first, savoring the way your skin felt against his, the way your fingers twisted in his hair. But you were both too desperate and needy to take it slow for long, his pace increasing with the steady motion of your hips and the aching clutch of your fingers as you grew tighter and tighter around him.

“You’re so close to coming for me,” he all but growled, voice heavy with need. You whined and nodded against him. “Don’t have anyone here to wake up, want to hear you baby. Don’t hold back for me, let me hear you, want to hear you when I come inside you.”

You whimpered again, louder this time, your fingers scrambling for purchase on his skin, the wet snap of his hips into yours obscene and only bringing him closer to the peak.

He felt you tighten, your whole body clinging to him for a moment - not even breathing - before you called his name and gasped as your core fluttered around him.

Joel stayed buried deep inside you where he belonged, grinding his hips down against you as you came, your pulsing pulling his own orgasm from him as he emptied himself into you with a moan.

After, you tucked yourself against his side, both of your bodies sticky with sweat and your shared spend and neither of you caring.

“Didn’t even need a door this time,” you teased lightly.

Joel laughed once.

“Still appreciate them though,” he teased back.

The two of you were quiet for a moment and he held you close, thinking not of all the years he’d lost with you but all the ones he had ahead. He kissed the crown of your head and you snuggled closer as he smiled against your hair.

“I love you, Joel,” you said softly, your fingers splaying wide over his chest. “I’m so glad we found each other.”

“Me too, baby,” he whispered, holding you closer. “Me too.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #lavender #joel miller x oc #smut fic #lavenderversary

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kkpwnall · 2 years

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just a little rain

((edit: now on ao3))

“Alright you little gremlins, pick up is 3:30 sharp. If you’re late, you’re walking home in the rain.” Steve holds his umbrella over the kids’ heads as they pile out of the beamer and under the awning at the entrance to the school.

“Wheeler! Don’t forget your lunch!” He holds the paper bag out, and Mike trudges back, grumbling a ‘thank you’ under his breath that sounds more like ‘fuck you’.

One hand on his hip, he watches until they’re all safe inside, pushing and shoving and cackling way too much for first thing on a Thursday morning.

He turns back to the beamer, looking to kill time until the store opens at ten. Across the parking lot, Steve spies Eddie still in his van, struggling with his leather jacket like he’s trying to hold it over his head and open the car door at the same time. Steve jogs over with his umbrella held high and taps on the window. Eddie jumps about a mile in the air, but relaxes when he sees Steve grinning at him.

“Can I walk you to class?” Steve teases when he opens the door.

“Ooo only if you’ll carry my books, Stevie,” Eddie snarks back. But Steve just takes the book bag from his hand and slings it over his shoulder. Eddie stares at him, a pretty pink flush brightening his cheeks.

“Can’t let the rain flatten these gorgeous curls.” He wraps one around his finger and tilts his head so he’s smiling at Eddie through his lashes, holding the umbrella over both of them.

Eddie’s frozen, just for a moment, his eyes wide. Then he frees himself from the tangle of his jacket to lean into Steve’s space with a wicked grin. “Better watch out, the girlies are gonna get jealous if they see Steve Harrington trying to make me blush.”

“Good,” Steve leans closer, his voice low and deep in his throat as he gives Eddie his most charming troublemaker smile.

Under the guise of needing to stand close to keep them both covered by the umbrella, Steve puts a hand on the small of Eddie’s back as they walk towards the school. But instead of heading directly for the shelter of the awning, he gently steers them to one of the cramped little alleyways back between buildings. Once they’re out of sight and under cover, he tilts the umbrella to hide them just a little more, and kisses Eddie against the bricks.

He’s unhurried, thorough, as if they have all the time in the world. He’s always wanted to kiss and be kissed in the rain, there’s something so quintessentially romantic about it, hidden away from all the elements of the outside world in their own little bubble. With Eddie. Eddie, who he never wants to stop kissing, who he wants to kiss in every timeless and cliched and sensual way known to man. And then invent a few of their own.

It’s a tricky bit of maneuvering, trying to keep the umbrella up and the rain off and get his hands on as much of Eddie as he can reach. But Eddie’s anything but passive. He pulls Steve in by his ‘stupid polo’, one hand sliding up to the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting his head just so. His other hand tugs at the zipper of Steve’s windbreaker, slipping inside to pull him closer by his waist. A gentle swipe of Steve’s tongue is all it takes for Eddie to whimper into his mouth, a small nothing of a sound that Steve devours.

Now that Steve’s had a taste of early morning Munson, he doesn’t want to stop. The heady mixture of a fresh spritz of old spice filling his nose, the taste of cigarettes and coffee and strawberry pop tarts on his tongue. Steve settles his free hand in the small of Eddie’s back, spread flat against the warm, soft skin under his shirt.

A group of girls rushes past the alley they’re hidden in, talking loudly and giggling. Eddie freezes as they walk past, and Steve takes the opportunity to kiss along his jaw, down his neck. The girls are gone as soon as they appeared, eager to get out of the rain, but Steve doesn’t stop his thorough exploration of every part of Eddie’s neck that makes his breath hitch where Steve’s lips touch. Eddie’s hands grip hard at his shoulders, fingers flexing like he can’t decide whether to pull him closer or push him away.

“Don’t you - ah - have better things to do than - hmm - robbing the cradle?”

Steve laughs into his neck. “You’re older than me, asshole. And the store doesn’t open for another 3 hours, I’ve got nothing but time.”

Eddie’s fingers tangle in Steve’s hair, holding his head to Eddie’s neck as Steve grazes his teeth along the strong, trembling tendon.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re dating a high schooler, sweetheart,” Eddie pants.

“Mmm,” Steve hums, sucking gently at Eddie’s pulse point. He pulls back just enough to look at Eddie’s flushed face, his eyes a little dazed. “You’re right, we should fix that. What do you say, my place, six o’clock? We can…” his eyes travel back down to Eddie’s swollen lips, “study.”

Eddie laughs against Steve’s lips as he swoops in for another kiss. Bright and carefree and safe under the privacy of the downpour and the umbrella. Steve deepens the kiss, pulling out all the stops to make Eddie swoon. Little nips and licks and sucks on his lips, gently laving and massaging and soothing with his tongue. Pushing Eddie against the wall with his hips. Rocking slowly against him.

The warning bell rings and Steve finally steps away, grinning. “Don’t want to be late for class, Eds.”

“God you’re the worst,” Eddie says breathlessly, but he pulls Steve toward him again by his jacket.

One of Eddie’s hands falls to his belt, pulling him closer. Steve slips his free hand into Eddie’s back pocket as Eddie bites at his lower lip. He captures Steve’s gasp in his open mouth, swiping his tongue against Steve’s with a gentle firm pressure.

It’s over all too soon when Steve nearly overbalances and stumbles from the sudden lightness on his shoulder. Eddie grins at him, shouldering his heavy book bag, and looking far too pleased with himself.

Steve pulls him in for one last kiss, still holding the umbrella to shield them from the rain and prying eyes. It’s a soft, almost chaste kiss. ‘Good morning’ and ‘I missed you’ and ‘I love you’ in the tender press of his lips. He cups Eddie’s cheek with his free hand, relishing the way Eddie relaxes against him, tilting his cheek into Steve’s palm with a sigh.

“Have a good day at class, love,” Steve says with a wink.

Eddie reaches out to straighten Steve’s windbreaker, zipping it back up and pressing both hands to his chest. He ducks his chin and looks up at Steve. His wide, innocent eyes immediately betrayed by the mischief in his sly grin. “Pick me up at six?”

*title from ‘the rain song’ by led zeppelin

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wayfayrr · 8 months

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This is based on @sketchyspook's Mask - the hero of terminal! he's a lil gremlin who in this decided to pull a sky and break out of his game. He just wants a sibling though so can you blame him?

“Hey we were thinking about going out tonight [name], you want to join us?”

“Nah, I’ll be honest I was planning to stay in tonight. Just want a rest you know, got some old games I’ve been planning to replay.” “Fair, if I hadn’t promised someone I’d join them I’d probably be doing the same. See you around sometime [name].”

After how hectic everything has been recently it’ll be nice to have a night in where I can just zone out and do next to nothing; really what better way is there to do that than by playing through Majora’s mask for the, what 50th time? It’s such a nostalgic game to me that it can’t be anything other than my go-to relaxing game. Besides that though, really it’s just fun to fish using the fierce deity mask. Something about an ancient war god going fishing like that? It’s a fun break from the rest of the game.

Something feels different this time though. I can’t quite pinpoint what but even the opening cutscene feels different. There’s more static than there should be, it just feels wrong. There’s also this feeling, I’m probably just being paranoid, but I swear someone’s watching me. Judging me even. Like they’re trying to evaluate me for something, I just can’t tell what. It’s nothing I’m sure. Just need to shake it off and carry on playing.

Saving it after getting the deity mask feels like a good point to leave it off for the evening, how long have I even been playing? I could’ve sworn it wasn’t that long but - It’s past 2?? It’s never taken me this long to get to this point before, maybe it’s been glitching way more than I thought. I mean it felt like every few minutes I lost control over Link, oddly enough it was only when his model was facing the screen. My controller must just be acting up, I knew buying the cheapest one on eBay would’ve been a bad idea, of course, it’s gonna have some issues. Just turn off the game and go to bed, it’s that easy [name]. Your bed’s comfortable anyway, you’ll fall asleep in no time.

What’s that sound? It’s barely enough to wake me up, am I hearing things? What’s gotten into you tonight [name], first being paranoid while playing, now hearing things? Am I coming down with something? Just try to go back to sleep and deal with this in the morning.

Okay, I can’t just be feeling things now, did something fall on me during the night?

No, it feels far too much like a person, but then who is lying on me? And how did they get here? Opening my eyes to a blonde kid who looks suspiciously like Link doesn’t feel quite real, maybe I’m still asleep and something fell on me and affected my dream? Oh, what am I kidding myself? I’m awake. I’ll just try to gently wake him up to get some answers, if he doesn’t wake up then at least I can move him so I can get a look at just how he got here.

“Bewegen Sie mich nicht, ich fühle mich hier wohl.”

So he didn’t like that then, my german is rusty but even then it’s clear enough what he meant by how he’s trying to get closer to me in his half-asleep state. He’s going to be staying right where he is for as long as he can get away with it. All I can hope for in the meantime is to try and find out he got in here without moving. There isn’t any broken glass or windows so he didn’t get in that way, it would be insane for a kid to break in just for hugs as well so that rules out that possibility.

There is broken glass though… by my laptop… what?Of all the - my laptop is shattered. How did that - did he? My laptop is broken and there is a game character in my arms, that has to be related, doesn't it?

There are tiny cuts and fresh burns on his arms, ones that look like they could be - did he?

That would explain how my laptop broke. There are more questions from that though. Such as how did a video game character get out of my laptop and into my arms?? And why? Answers aren’t going to show themselves and theres only one person who knows why he did this.

“Kid? I know you don’t want to move, but can you tell me what’s going on? How you got here at least?” That seems to have woken him up a little, enough for him to look at me now even though he looks very bitter he’s had to move. Now that I’m getting a better look at his face though, he’s certainly link but he looks a little different to how he does in the game. White streaks in the front of his hair, paler eyes and far too many scars for someone his age. It’s like he’s picked up traits of the fierce deity mask, you know what if he’s here in my room real like this why couldn’t he look different from in game?

“Ich kann, ich tue es nicht - I don’t want to be in the game any more, so I got out.”

“Can I ask how you got out?”

Alright no answer for that besides a quick look at his hair, must be a sore point for him. I won’t press him on that until he feels more alright to talk about it.

“Is there any reason you wanted to well, be like this link?”

With a gesture to how he’s decided to lay on me, he has at least a little bit of shame as he looks away from me before mumbling something just loud enough that I could hear.

“After you playing through it for so long, you uh, you feel like an older sibling to me. So I’ll stay here with you [name]?”

It’s either he can stay with me or he’ll go out to the street, not that I have the heart to throw him out, after everything I know he’s been through. That I’m partly responsible for putting him through? If I didn’t play his game, he - he wouldn’t have had to go through that would he. It’s my fault.

“[name]? You aren’t upset at me are you? I didn’t - I didn’t mean to make you cry, I can - Nun, ich denke, ich kann - if you don’t want me here I can go back.”

“No I don’t - of course I don’t think that. I’m sorry link, I made you keep reliving all of that. I never even knew that you were - oh god I’m so sorry link.”

He paused at that to think things over for a second, most likely about to say something although I can’t tell what from his body language. Is he crying now? Shaking slightly while leaning towards me like he wants a hug, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was crying after everythin-

“AUGH! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”

“You wouldn’t stop crying because you were blaming yourself for ‘hurting’ me. Now we’re even so you can stop crying about it.”

As much as I hate it he is right, somewhat, one single bite doesn’t exactly make up for everything that I put him through but I’m not going to say that aloud incase he bites me again. Inspecting my arm there is a neat mark from his teeth, kid’s got a strong jaw I’ll give him that.

“Alright [name] I’ve seen a few things of your world when you were playing, but um would you mind showing me what it’s like? You’re my big sibling now so I think that’s just what you have to do.”

“Oh about that, why do you see me as a sibling?”

A shrug with yet another glance at his hair like it holds the answer.

“I’m not the only one who sees you as my sibling, I know the deity has kinda unofficially adopted you as well.”

“Huh? The deity? Like the mask, the thing you use in game? Has adopted me?”

“Mhm, he’s the one who encouraged me to get out, it’s a little complicated but basically I wore the mask a bit too much.”

Just another thing I’ve done wrong then, or maybe not seeing as he seems to be fine with what is happening and the fact that it’s gotten him out of the game.

“You gonna explain what you mean by that?”

“Nah not yet, gotta come to terms with it myself as well before any of that.”

#hope he comes across as the lil shit he is <3 #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #mask gremlin child #platonic yandere #moss✦writes

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c-nstantine · 5 months

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Hey! Love your works.

Been thinking about black Batsis that’s slightly older than Dickie (born in the same year, so they were treated/raised as twins), and the shenanigans they’d get into as kids. Parkour around the manor that leads to a broken vase, interrupting Bruce in his office doing CEO things to show him a dance they made up, MAKING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS FOR EACH OTHER 🥹, making cookies with Alfred that turns into them having a flour fight (which Dickie is hopelessly losing) and Alfred’s inability to be mad at them because they’re so cute and he can’t help but smile at their antics (he still makes them clean up their mess though).

BONUS: Uncle Clark takes care of them for a day or two because Alfred took the week off and Bruce had an unexpected out of town business meeting. Clark takes them to the Kent farm and they’re simultaneously polite little angels and chaos gremlins.

Hope you’re having a good day! - 🫶🏻

Hey, hey. Thank you so much!!

Clark was thoroughly unprepared for Dick and batsis. They were crawling on the walls but the good news is Clark is good at disguising chores as games. The farm had never looked so spotless. Also for some reason the kids don't take Clark seriously. *Cough* It's bruce's fault *Cough*. But Ma and Pa Kent they listen to regularly. Bruce deadass just slept the entire time they were gone. That first day he was confused by the lack of shattering glass.

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #black reader #bruce wayne #black!batsis #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #clark kent

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fours-writings · 10 months

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cw a little suggestive. maybe

but i had to. explain this idea for a moment.

so everyone’s scared of moon. it’s common sense in the plex bc bro he is scary and evil looking. a little gremlin that would pounce on you without hesitation.

now. everyone is scared of him. and that is because he will attack you. he is fully capable of murder, being security for a reason. he is all bite and no bark. silent but murderous yk

but what if. everyone’s scared of him. but only because he’s scary.

they avoid him at all costs because they think he’s this super strong bastard that will eat them.

however, because of this, no one know he is not actually strong at all.

yes sun and moon look after children and they’re big massive hunks of metal. but what if the lankiness is true lankiness.

sun is able to pick up kids bc, well, they’re kids. lightweight. weak. moon has never actually had to attack an intruder bc they always run at the mere sight of him, and the glamrocks usually take care of any truly dangerous intruders before he even gets to them bc the glamrocks are usually the targets in the first place (want some high tech parts? let’s go attack the big animatronics with teeth and claws like total idiots!!)

now. if you couldn’t tell by now, i just love to hc moon with a thing for being absolutely manhandled. get pinned evil clown man.

now imagine just. human night guard y/n. is scared of him. obviously.

but then they make friends with sun, so of course they should make friends with moon, right? sun even convinces moon to take it easy on the human bc “they’re not like the others” (moon calls total bull on that but begrudgingly tries to tolerate them)

sun’s super touchy. attention starved and stuff. he hugs you a lot, and he’s strong enough to pick you up.

then. you find out he’s also light enough for you to pick him up. (or maybe you’re just strong enough. buff y/n time)

of course, you realize this means you can also do the same with moon.

and yet, it takes you a long time to build up the courage to even attempt anything of the sorts bc. yk. claws.

by that time you get a little closer. totally on friend grounds. they definitely aren’t blatantly pining for you. (at least, moon isn’t.)

one day, you end up getting super excited for whatever reason while with moon (you get some good news like a game coming out finally or a big creator liked one of your posts. maybe moon admits he’s your friend. whatever)

you instinctively pull him into a bear hug, and before he can protest you’re picking him right up off the floor and spinning him around in your excitement.

it takes you a moment to realize you did this, and you immediately drop him again, apologizing profusely, while he just. stands there. it’s like he’s completely blue screened.

then you hear his fans turn on.

whoops. you usually only heard that when you starting randomly praising sun. (bc he deserves it. bestest boy)

“Um… wanna pretend this never happened?”

“Mhm.”

you start picking him up and carrying him around more often after that. every time it sounds like he’s about two seconds away from combusting. but he never tells you to stop, and whenever you ask if he’s okay with you doing it it’s always a resounding “yes im fine” so you don’t stop.

just.

unknowingly weak moon <3 He thinks he’s strong. he’s not.

#suggestive cw #dca x reader #moon x reader #security breach daycare attendant #dca moon #ramble #random rambles

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 11 months

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"Difficult to please"

"Focalors with a reader that can switch bodies"

Characters: Focalors x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: The obvious things right away: I've never written for Focalors before nor do we have much information about her yet, so I wrote her mostly from my gut feeling after seeing her in the Fountaine trailer.

Anyway, I love Furina as you might have guessed by me changing my theme for her. She's such a little gremlin and her design is so beautiful. I can't wait to see her and how she changes (well, hopefully somewhat to the better at least) in the story.

I’m going to use “Focalors” and “Furina” interchangeably, since I’m 99.99% sure they’re the same person, but hey, if Hoyoverse somehow pulls a huge twist on us and I get it wrong it would also be kinda funny.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Focalors

To say that you were nothing more than a glorified babysitter for Fountaine’s Archon would have been a massive understatement. Once a young law student aspiring to one day become a judge, it didn’t take you long in your position as lawyer to attract the attention of your archon. Not in the “have a vision and beat up the bad guys” kind of way, however. Instead the weird clients you represented never failed to deliver her a somewhat entertaining spectacle, causing the Chief Justice to “volunteer” you as the Archon’s advisor… a role that, while sounding nice, de facto only had the responsibility of keeping her entertained enough to not sully any more court hearings than necessary with her cries of boredom.

When you found out about your powers to switch bodies, you knew better than to tell anyone other than your closest companions… especially Furina. While she got away with her attitude in her own body, you didn’t even want to fathom how many friends she’d be able to alienate or from how many shops she’d get you banned from if she did the same while running around in yours.

However, all of your hard work of keeping it a secret eventually turned out to be futile, as the Archon would eventually figure it out one way or another. After all, the reason she got so little done was not for a lack of ability, she simply didn’t care about most cases and delegated them to whatever judge crossed her path first, but when you began acting a bit stiff around her, the challenge of figuring the reason out was more than enough to keep her on your case.

If it weren’t for the fact that a small voice in your head worried about where to start a new life after having your entire image destroyed by the one currently occupying your body, you would have found the day in your Archon’s body amazing, you got to attend as many court cases as you wanted without anyone batting as much as an eye, got to have your first experiences as a judge and even didn’t have to pay for any of the most delicious food and drinks Fountaine got to offer. The stares you received from the other officials, probably wondering what could have happened for their notoriously difficult Archon to have such a good day, were a bit much at some times, but it was not like you were complaining.

“I want to change back!”, Focalors demanded the moment she stepped into her office, swinging the door behind her shut with as much force as she could muster and not even wincing in the slightest at how loud it was. Beelining towards the couch as she let herself fall onto it, letting out a groan of annoyance loud enough to make any bird sleeping outside fall out of its nest.

“Can’t handle being asked out all the time?”, you tried to crack a joke, knowing all too well that answering earnestly would only earn you a bored sigh.

“Ha!”, Furina let out a loud laugh before turning her face towards you. “Remind me to make you my court jester the next time we are in need of one”, she stated sarcastically before looking back at the ceiling. For your and Fountaine’s sakes however, you decided to disregard her order and to not to remind her of how she had just fired the last one for “being boring”.

“Aren’t you humans supposed to have interesting lives? What happened to ‘live every day like it's your last one’? Or is doing *this* what you all desire??”, she asked while extending her arms and wildly signaling into the air.

“What did you do all day?”, you asked, trying to sound as casual as possible even though your mind was starting to panic about what you might be greeted with tomorrow. But instead of answering your question, your Archon ignored you and continued to complain about how boring your life was, causing you to start worrying even more.

“I bet you loved this day, watching boring court cases, getting any food you desired for free, being asked for your opinion… eugh”, she let out yet another groan, making you wonder how easy it was for her to read you.

“Furina.”

“Anyway, I want my body back. So give it to me”, she continued to ignore you as she stated her earlier demand once again.

“What did you do while in my body, Furina?”, you asked one last time, grabbing both of her shoulders to force eye contact with her.

“You’ll probably have some explaining to do. I honestly want to see it all play out, it’s going to be the most entertainment I’ve had in months”, she answered off-handedly, causing you to bury your face in your palms as she continued on as if nothing happened.

“I’ll make you a judge as compensation, it’ll be a win-win. You’ll get to do what you always wanted to do and I may get one or two interesting hearings out of it”, Furina stated before pulling your hands away from your face and placing her forehead on yours, prompting the two of you to finally change bodies.

Yet, her offer caused you to feel even more conflicted than you already were. Finally, it was your time to let out a groan.

“That’s Nepotism.”

“I don’t care”, she responded bluntly, forcing you to use all your self control not to fall into the deep pit of hopelessness for your nation currently seeming to open in front of you. “Didn’t you want to become a judge?”

“Yes, but I want to earn it!”

What followed were a couple of seconds of silence before Furina turned around, walked over to a different couch, sat down, let out a long sigh and spoke a sentence so laced with irony that you didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at it.

“Fine. Geez, you’re so difficult to please.”

#genshin x reader #focalors #focalors x reader #focalors x y/n #focalors x you #furina #furina x you #furina x reader #furina x y/n

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neverchecking · 11 months

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Hello~! I love your works!

May I request a Yandere Sky x Crimson Loftwing! Reader? NSFW?

Since Crimson Loftwings are like extinct species (according to the wiki) what if they’re blessed with a special ability to turn half-hylian and half-loftwing.

CL! Reader despite being avian has a personality of a cat, she’s a gremlin but she loves Sky and is loyal to him (she has a crush on him and has a courting gift, though can’t because of his relationship with Zelda).

CL! Reader is very feral when it’s mating season, thus she tends to stay away. She doesn’t like getting kidnapped *cough* Groose & Wing Ceremony *cough*.

You can add more if you’d like!

I hope this request is okay!

- 🪶

Okay, since I'm a sucker for a happy ending and Yandere boys who would do anything for reader I did end up breaking Zelda and Link up. But its for the greater cause!

I assume you meant that Reader is in fact Crimson and can shift? Because that's what i wrote it as.

@lovanmari I lied I don't have anymore Sage currently written but I have THIS

Anyway, NSFW so Minors DNI! 18+

Smut CW: AFAB! Reader, Reader is Loftwing shifter, not a whole lot as it's a little bit of an afterthought?

Sky knew there was something different about his Loftwing.

He knew that Crimson was much more affectionate than, say, Groose's own loftwing, and was much more protective. She clucked and nipped at wandering hands that got too close for her liking. She would gently nuzzle at his head, smoothing his hair and righting his clothing with small tugs at his clothing. She would wrap a wing around him if she felt the air in Skyloft was too cold and force him into her gorgeous feathers.

He always felt there was a spark of something too intelligent in Crimson's eyes. Like there was something he wasn't quite seeing even if it was right in front of his face.

It never occurred to him that it could've been something bigger until Groose had not only stolen his Loftwing, but had apparently held her captive as well. Something primal had made him so angry about the fact that he thought he could take his Loftwing. Part of his soul. And for what? So he could try and appear cool to Zelda?

It may have been a foolish thought, but at that point? Groose could have her. There was no realm that he would choose a girl over the other half of his soul. He would chose Crimson over anyone. No ifs, ands, or bits about it.

Maybe that was what had him so angry. Groose had thought he could get between him and Crimson, because...why? Crimson was rare? Had chosen him? That was no real excuse.

Maybe Groose was invested in seeing if the Legends were true. In the depths of the night, when the older students and adults stumble out of the bars, they would bramble about how Crimson Loftwings were blessed with the ability to shift between a Hylian form and their feathered one. How they were blessed by the Goddesses to act as a guide towards the chosen heroes. He could never confirm nor deny these rumors when he was asked because he simply didn't know.

Crimson would bristle whenever he asked her, clicking her beak a few times before shoving his face into her feathers. He tried not to ask since it brought her distress and that was no way to treat his other half. Groose had pestered him on more than one occasion that he was being too soft on his Loftwing, but Sky didn't believe so. How else should he treat his Loftwing other than with the utmost respect.

Still, if that was the reason, to get answers about a myth that wasn't even guaranteed to be true, Groose would pray his Loftwing could reach the same speeds as Crimson.

When he found his Crimson, she was held behind bars with two of Groose's lackeys laughing as they walked off. He had waited until they were out of earshot before moving only to feel himself suck in a harsh breath and freeze.

Crimson had trilled bitterly, using a claw to swipe at the wooden bars that were much too thick to break through before retreating from the entrance. Her wings had shrouded around her form as light puffed around her form before eventually popping in a fall of sparkles that died before they reached the ground. The wings retreated and instead of his Loftwing there was a woman.

A gorgeous, other worldly woman.

Your eyes were lined with blue as a means to highlight your gorgeous irises. Your wings remained the same red, with white and purple trimmings, only now there was a watching tuft of white and purple feathers on your chest. On your hands (Hands. His Loftwing had hands) were sharp, blood red nails that clicked once they were laid against the wooden bars. Your feet (Actual FEET-) had matching talons, which dug at the ground as you huffed, blowing your bangs out of your face with an annoyed huff. There was something angry on your face, your perfect face- he didn't think beauty like this could've been achieved-, as you searched for a way out. When you couldn't immediately find a way out, you shook your head in the same manner you did when you were a Loftwings, wings flaring out in a puff of air.

He couldn't help himself.

"Crimson?"

Your eyes shot towards him immediately as your cheeks positively lit up at the sight of him. You looked frazzled as he stepped closer, looking around your cage as if you had missed something earlier to give you a way out. When you found nothing, your flared wings went to curl around your form, which made him startle. "No, wait! Please, let's just...talk?"

To your credit, you did pause, looking hesitantly back at him then your wings before letting him fall. With a nod towards you, Sky quickly gave a cheeky 'Wait right there' which you huffed at before he was scrambling to find the switch. He couldn't find anything so he took to destroying the pillars with a sword instead, watching them splinter with one fell strike.

Your wings came up to shield you from the flying shards before they were falling and he was racing up to you, holding onto your shoulders. "Look at you, Crimson. You're- You're..." He couldn't even find the words, using one hand to run through his hair as he stared into your eyes. He knew they were too intelligent to belong to a simple Loftwing. He knew it! Goddess, you were so ethereal. And here you were!

"You're Hylian." Is all he could come up with, because that alone was enough to have him sputtering. You looked at him like he was crazy, maybe he was, before nodding. Your mouth opened and he held his breath. Could you speak to him?!

"...I...Am. In a way." It was croaked and broken, with a heavy accent he couldn't quite place, but it was you. And he adored it. The way the syllables rolled off your tongue and your lips shaped themselves to properly form the sounds needed. You watched him expectantly, as if looking for a certain reaction. There was no reaction to be had though. Not a bad one in the very least. You were still Crimson. Still the other half of his soul.

His Soulmate. That's what you were. His soulmate.

He liked the sound of that.

<><><><>

Sky was admittedly a little hesitant to ride on your back after that. Of course, after you had shifted back, you made it abundantly clear that you were not going to let Groose win, not after what he put your through, and went about nipping at his ears to get him to listen. He placated you with gentle scratches around your cheeks, making your churr, before he was swinging onto your back. You took off without much fanfare, landing at the starting line just as the other races were lining up their own Loftwings.

Groose let his disbelief show, scowling just a bit before schooling his features. Sky didn't pay it any mind, too busy watching you. While he may not have noticed it before, he definitely noticed it now. Groose's own Loftwing and you seemed to have some sort of rivalry going yourself. She had chuffed at you with a repetitive clicking of her beak, as if laughing, only for you to side step just a bit, shaking your head and feathers dismissively. This made the clicking stop before a low trilling took it's place.

Was this beast threatening you?

You still paid it no mind, lowering your head as your wings gently tussled out from where you kept them tightly bound to your side. That would not stand. How dare this common filth even dream of being on your level? Did they not understand the true divinity that you were?

As if sensing his distress, which you probably could, you threw your head back with another shake. You're right, he thought defeatedly. You were right and he would just have to show them who was boss during the Wing ceremony.

He missed the feeling of your presence so close when you took off once more, waiting for his call. When it did come, you were quick to scoop him up as you had a million times before hand, catching him and soaring, moving everyway needed. You two were just as in sync as you always had been. And Always would be.

When Groose's Loftwing had launched itself at you, talons digging at your side and making you stumble, Sky felt himself snarl at the action. He knew he should've struck the dumb beast down the second he had a chance. He would ensure you got the best care after this, but when he went to pull you back towards Skyloft, you stubbornly refused and dived after the Golden Loftwing. It took some fancy spins and even more impressive flips to avoid the eggs being launched your way, but it seemed he was your eyes and you could see everything he saw.

The two of you had won easily, your head shaking triumphantly as your preened. His own hands ruffled and scratched your feathers, making you chirp happily before a call was making him look up. Zelda had jumped off the edge of Skyloft with no call for her own Loftwing, forcing you to speed up lest she fall to her untimely demise. He wasn't happy about it, not at all, especially with your injuries, but he caught her nonetheless.

When you landed near the Goddess statue, he was upset to see you take off once more, blood staining your white patches of feathers. The fact that you were hurt was eating away at him, but he couldn't just up and leave with Zelda going on with the ceremony. You stayed close in the very least, circling high above them with Zelda's Loftwing. You didn't look down once, not even when he looked up hoping to meet your own eyes.

Did you not like Zelda? Did you not understand that he would chose you before he ever even considered her?

You just had to say the word and he'd walk away right then and there... On second thought- He supposed there was a reason you hadn't shown your Hylian form. And he'd respect your wishes.

Zelda stepped close. Too close. He wanted to push her away only for her to redirect his attention to somewhere he had to jump with his newly acquired Sail cloth. When he hesitated, she pushed him, that conniving little-

You dived to try and catch him, crying out when your injuries were strained, but he had enough wherewithal to catch himself lest you hurt yourself further. This was so infuriating. He just wanted to get you checked out! Was that too much to ask? His soulmate was injured!

And Zelda was asking for a ride through the clouds?!

He didn't even get the chance to deny her before she was climbing onto her own Loftwing and you were nudging into his side.

<><><><>

He knew the ride was a stupid, no good, rotten idea. Not only had that horrid wench tried confessing feelings that meant nothing to him, but you had been ripped away from him. He knew you were fast in your Loftwing form, but with you as injured as you were, not even you could evade the tornado that tore him from you. He could still feel the blood staining his palm from where you had dived after him, curling around his form as your spun to try and correct yourself.

You had flown the two of you back to the academy before collapsing in a heap, only having the energy the screech out loud enough to cry for help.

He hadn't seen you since. Some of the Loftwing vets had taken you away from him and kept him away, claiming you needed your rest. Actually, that Crimson needed the rest. But you weren't Crimson anymore. He wasn't sure who you were, but he knew that you were his. Then he was forced down to the surface. Too much time had passed where none of his calls worked before he had stumbled across a far off island. He had caught a ride on a feral Loftwing, which had carried him to this...Utopia. With abundant forests and clear waters, it was like some sort of trance befell him as this Loftwing carried him closer. In the center of it all was a large fountain, surrounded by blooming flowers he had never seen before and more fauna and foliage than he thought possible.

But what really caught his eye was you. After months of not seeing you, there you were. Sitting right in the center with long, translucent robes floating peacefully around you, alongside your wings. Your eyes were closed and a wreath of flowers, red, white and purple, wrapped around your head.

You were right there.

YOU WERE RIGHT THERE-

Goddess, he never thought he'd see you again. He didn't hesitate in running towards, crying out Crimson even if he knew it wasn't your name. Your eyes snapped open before you were looking over at him, scrambling to stand. You didn't run from him. No, you ran right into his arms, wrapping both them and your wings around his form as you clung to him.

"Link." The sound of his voice rolling off your tongue was more than he ever imagined it to be. Sweet and harmonious. "You're okay."

"I'm okay? Of course, who cares about that. Look at you! You're alive and safe and-" He took a breath, running his hands down your arms as he pulled away to really look at you once more. You were divine. "And I never got your name."

You flushed before chuckling, shaking your head as your wings pulled away to shake themselves free of water. "Y/n."

...He had disgraced you with the name Crimson. Why had you ever put up with it when you had that truly empyrean title? Goddess, he would never get tired of saying it, of reading it, of thinking it. Because that was who you were. You were Y/n. Not Crimson. His Soulmate, Y/n.

He loved the sound of that.

You let him lay his forehead on yours for a second before startling back, feathers puffing as he tried reaching for you again. Where were you going? He was right there?!

"You can't be here, right now-" You stuttered, cheeks absolutely aflame as you stepped back. "Any time but right now-"

He blinked. Then it clicked. He knew that Loftwings had mating seasons. The more mature ones disappeared from Skyloft for three weeks before returning with new hatchlings in tow.

This was the year Crimson had been mature enough to leave. But Crimson was you and-

Oh.

His hands caught your own as you stared up at him with eyes wide and innocent. He liked his lips, watching you swallow. "It's your mating season right?"

"I-well, yes, but, you have a mate Link, you should not be here-" You tried pulling away, but his grip tightened. He had a mate? Last he checked, his soulmate was right here in front of him. "I have no romantic partner."

You flushed a deeper red, avoiding his eyes. "Zelda has shown great romantic interest in you-"

He knew you didn't like Zelda. It was a shame you hadn't talked to him about it though. He'd dispel your every worry. Within a heartbeat, he'd wave away your fears.

"I have none in her. As far as I'm concerned, my other half is right in front of me." He stepped into your space, nose to nose, as he looked down at you.

You swallowed.

Then you twisted your arm to grab his own wrist, pulling him deeper into the forest.

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"Golden Goddess," How had he lived without you. Without your claws raking their mark up his spine. Without your cries, a distinct mix of your own voice and the sounds you made as a Loftwing, calling for him, yearning for him. Without you, clenching around him as he drilled into you, over and over again.

How he had lived without his soul being truly whole. It was like the connection you two had before hand was puppy love compared to what it had evolved into.

You had brought to him what you had called your nest, which was a collection of plush leaves and grass all hidden under a soft blanket you must've swiped off of Skyloft. Upon closer inspection, it looked like one of his older ones which made his entire being absolutely sing. Just as he went about admiring the thing, you bashfully gifted him with a feathered earring, adorned with newly carved wooden beads and gorgeous pieces of ruby. You had explained that it was a courting present that you had made for your intended betrothed-- that you were supposed to find during your first mating season-- but you had only ever thought of him in a romantic sense.

And it made his heart just buzz.

He intended to ensure that there was no question on how he felt about you, quickly switching out one of his earrings for that one before pouncing and pinning you beneath him. He would make sure the only name you remembered was his. That the only thing you could think about would be him. That you were his in every way that he was yours.

There was no going back after this. From this point on, he considered himself a married man. Of course, that meant you would have to show your Hylian form on Skyloft, or you would have to runaway together (Which didn't sound like a bad idea, if he were being honest), but you were his.

He'd get you your own courting gift as a respect to your culture, and a symbol that you were his.

But first, he'd give you marks in his own signature way to tell everyone you were taken.

Your wings were splayed behind you as you laid beneath him, clinging to him desperately as his hips rocked against yours. One of your legs hooked around his back while the other wrapped around one of his own. The air around you two was humid with the smell of sex and the taste of sweat.

Everything seemed to click into place around him as your bond solidified. Whatever bond other Hylian's thought they had with their Loftwings was merely laughable compared to what he now had with you.

And he'd make sure everyone knew it.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #yandere legend of zelda #legend of zelda #loz #link x reader #cindersins #lu sky #yandere lu sky #lu sky x reader #Yandere lu sky x reader

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🥊.|my opinion on the moon signs as a leo moon.

just a little something while i get over the fact my work may have been stolen! el oh el! it’s been hard getting over and it hasn’t exactly been a fear until it happened, so please forgive me for not posting as often. DON’T STEAL OR REPOST MY SHIT.

aries

just found out my bio dad is an aries moon.... 🧍n e ways we don’t really have a good connection, but he’d do anything for me, which is something i’ve noticed about aries moons. despite being a fire sign, aries is DEAD ASS loyal. they also give amazing advice (sometimes unsolicited) and WILL match your energy. the moon sign to do them all the way and make sure you do you. y’all are hot hot. pun intended. a lot of aries moons i’ve met, i would never guess that they were an aries moon. you usually don’t know until you’re up close and personal with them. in traditional astrology, scorpio and aries share a home planet: mars. i don’t think it’s too far-fetched to think that aries can be just as secretive as scorpio under all that intense energy. not really judgmental, but stays loyal and true to their beliefs.

taurus

🤨🤨 now.. i have never been attracted to taurus placements. like yeah they’re venusians also, but taurus placements and i just kind of mind my own. if i am attracted to someone with taurus placements, they usually have air placements to go with it. most of the time, when i don’t trust somebody, they usually have taurus placements. now, i don’t believe they aren’t trustworthy and me not trusting someone that happen to have taurus placements from the get-go is not me saying they’re bad. i just think it’s my 8H at play and my venus opp. them. but taurus MOONS are the most with-standing in their beliefs out of all the fixed moon signs. like even if they’re wrong, no they’re not 😋 you’re wrong 🙄 y’all care heavily for your family and LOVE spoiling them with your money. i know i can go to you if i need help with something because y’all are always so methodical in situations and give very straightforward advice. fun to gossip with, but they aren’t gossipers, they just share what they know with people they trust and in turn, i tell them everything i know.

gemini

this is like the only air moon i’ve seen sit back and observe. y’all like to stay hidden. especially your talents. y’all just do something super cool one day and act like it’s no big deal 😒 IT IS A BIG DEAL 🤬 y’all don’t contribute much to a conversation. typical mutable moon fitting the mutable element stereotype 😒🙄 y’all like to collect info on people like little gremlins to use later to get what you want. undercover spy.🕴a bit egotistical, but super caring. will do what they need to do to get there. looks productive because they’re super smart, but they’re actually quite lazy and spoils themselves often. sometimes, i just want to punch y’all, but in a well-meaning way. kind of like a “get your mind out of the gutter” punch. when they find ambition for something, that’s when they work for it, and BOY is the end result amazing.

cancer

YESSSSSS YESSSSSS YESSSSSS like i’m finding out that it’s the more the merrier to me when it comes to cancer placements. come on into my space. let’s talk. i understand y’all need alone time and it’s nice to know y’all understand when i need alone time too. y’all work SO HARD. and i’m so proud of you, baby. i recognize your hard work and talent and i WILL tell you i do. you guys care UNDERCOVER. it’s giving very much kc undercover 🙄 my brother is a cancer moon and the only time i know he’s thinking about me or worried about me is WHEN MY MOM TELLS ME. she’s like “yeah your brother wants to know what you’re doing. he won’t say that to you though” it’s just so funny 😭😭 in relationships, physical touch and quality time are so important. cancer moons love hard and unconditionally, and they hope you do the same. i’ll 💓 y’all until i’m put in the ground.

leo

🦗🦗🦗.... anyways. i am a leo moon 🤞🤞🤞 so hey, brethren. ummmmmmmmmm i think leo moons are pretty awesome. i love being a leo moon and i feel like i resonate with being a leo moon so much (moon dominance lol). HOWEVER.. most leo moons i’ve come into contact with ARE SO ANNOYING OH MY GOD. like the undeveloped ones i met can’t read the room, are too dramatic (like we all are, but there’s a time & place), attention seeking, and air-headed. i need need those leo moons to also know that just because someone gives you attention, doesn’t mean they’re nice or your friend. it’s okay to be nice to people, but don’t see everything with rose-colored glasses. i know there are awesome leo moons out there and i NEED to know y’all please i am so desperate here💔💔💔💔 i’ve been stuck with annoying ass leo moons all my life i am TIRED. all the leo moons i’ve met care so hard about everything. these aren’t the people you can pick fun at without saying jk. they’re incredibly well-meaning, but sometimes it doesn’t come across that way. despite my mixed feelings on all the leo moons i’ve met, i am still one of y’all. love y’all 😍 anyways! done with my rant. it’s very evident in someone’s facial features when they’re a leo moon. the eyes, nose, lips, hair, brows.. i just know it when i see it. real eyes realize real lies, you dig?? when developed properly, leo moons are SUCH influencers. it can be very subtly too. you just garner attention when you know your power and own it. that’s my advice for my fellow leo moons. the affirmation “i don’t chase, i attract” can be VERY helpful to all leo moons because no matter how developed you are, there will be some drive to chase after the attention of something. just sit there and own it. remember you’re literally royalty. all in all, leo moons are the most leo of the leo placements and DEFINITELY wear their heart of their sleeve.🤞 (also lmk if y’all get compliments on your hair and are super specific about who can deal with it. like, my hair isn’t my whole world, but i wouldn’t let anyone touch it unless it’s someone trying to fix a stray hair or someone who wants to play with it 😍)

virgo

🤨 why are y’all always so damn attracted to me 😒 the amount of virgo moons i have come in contact with in my life is so uncanny. i just guess it from the get-go whenever i meet someone new at this point 😭 to start off.. YOU NEED TO FUCKING STAND UP FOR YOURSELF‼️‼️ stop letting people talk over you and stop agreeing with someone’s way if you don’t want it. voice your opinion. you’re a mercury moon for god’s sake. don’t go with someone else’s flow if you’re gonna suffer through it or don’t want to. y’all are so sweet and care so much but don’t show it. you give insightful advice while at the same time realizing how the person will be happiest. you guys are the definition of subtle. you see things, but don’t acknowledge them, know something, but won’t say anything, and hear something, but won’t show it. always has insight on everything. however, your face shows visible disgust when there’s something happening that you ABSOLUTELY do not like. it’s so funny too 😭 to everyone with a virgo moon in their lives, you will NOT know everything about them. they’re full of surprises. my best friend brings up something random and crazy about her childhood and i’m like 😀😀 why didn’t you tell me..? she’s been my best friend for like 7 years too. SEVEN. y’all know my leo moon wants to know everything about my close ones 😒 not like the private stuff but damn we’ve been friends for 7 years and you’re JUST now bringing up that you have a phobia of clowns when we’re headed to a fair 😀 girl bye 😒 that was just an example, btw. my bff actually isn’t afraid of anything 🙄 (hi, olivia👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩) y’all have killer music taste and tend to have rough, karmic-filled friendships and relationships. i wish i could give all of you virgo moon people a hug, but you wouldn’t know how to receive it 😭😭 earlier in my friendship with my best friend, she did NOT take physical touch well. i’m the type to randomly touch someone to let them know that i love them and eventually she got used to that. anyways, you guys are so understanding. in my top 5 moon signs 🙏 you’re one of the best🤞💓

libra

...💓 actual charmers. my leo moon loves y’all. you guys are the hypepeople of the group and will go out of your way to compliment someone. super super helpful and loves spending quality time with people they love. if they like you, you’ll know. very persuasive to the point it makes them kinda manipulative; they know how to get what the want. the most emotional out of the air sign moons. i haven’t met a lot of y’all, but when i do, y’all are SO NICE. especially meeting you guys through my blog. i’ll post something and you guys will be like “HEYYYY THEREEEEE HEY THERE YOU HEY THEREEEEEE HOW ARE YOU DOINGGGG???? TELL ME WHAT’S UPPPPP” 💓💓💓💓 you guys seem so genuine to me. that may be because i have a libra stellium, but i guess we’ll never know 🤷‍♀️

scorpio

the definition of “i gotta put me first”. y’all be fighting for your LIVESSSSS and for what? 🤨 did it ever occur to you that you are making your problems worse by THINKING they are worse than they actually are? 🤨 so dramatic omg 🙄😒 who’s the real leo moon here 🙄🙄🙄🙄 i jest, i jest 😍 scorpio moons remind me of a trail that’s always on fire and y’all are just running ahead of it. crazy artistic, crazy ambitious, knows when something is worth working for. you guys are COLLECTORSSSSSS. you guys have mini little collections of the most random things and i absolutely love to look at them and hear you tell me about them. oh you collect coins? cool! where did you find them? why do you collect them? which one is your favorite? it’s the few times you actually get to see a scorpio moon express themselves openly and my leo moon just soaks it all in.

sagittarius

i truly vibe with y’all. even if some of y’all don’t take most things seriously, you understand when you need to. you can gage my emotions easily, especially when i’m angry. y’all are SERIOUSLY SO FUNNY. you say the most out of pocket things and i live, die, and breathe for it. my fav out of the fire moons, sorry 🙄 you guys are poetry in a different language; i don’t understand it, but i know it’s beautiful and that it comes from the heart. most sag moons i’ve met share a physical touch love language with me. i relate with y’all on a physical and spiritual level. like gemini moons, they won’t act with passion until they find something they’re passionate about. and i mean PASSIONATE. places their intelligence outside of school matters and tends to be easily distracted. i think homeschooling people with this moon sign would be best for them. tends to gravitate towards their mother while at the same time having mixed feelings about them, but would defend them STRONGLY. definitely the “i can make fun of them, but you CAN’T 🤬” moon sign. better in a large friend group. let’s stay up and gossip together 😍

capricorn

one of my FAVS. you guys are so awesome and super caring. you understand that everyone expresses themselves in a different way and you’re much more open than people realize. i’ve met so many of y’all and i always get a maternal energy from you. you compliment my fiery energy perfectly and you’re perfect to discuss and decide plans with. decisive ass hoes who like control. you guys are the type to text me out of the blue to tell me you love me. you guys HAVE to know how special you are. if you’re a cap moon, hit my line and let’s be bffs‼️‼️😍😍😍😍😍 definitely in my top 5 of my favorite moon signs. i know y’all aren’t very expressive with your feelings, but if you EVER need to talk to someone, you can talk to me. y’all are crazy strong. physically, most cap moons i’ve met have super pale skin and dark hair and freckles. their eyes can be light too. they usually have wavy hair, but tend to use heat on it. also like softball, i’ve noticed, or played it for a while. i love y’all💓💓💓💓💓💓

aquarius

y’all are so chatty. not in a mean way, but it’s amazing how long i could talk to y’all for. also we could talk shit about ANYONE together and you and i won’t tell a soul. like it won’t leave the environment we’re in. y’all also know how to detach WONDERFULLY. that’s one thing i’ve learned from aquarius placements: detachment. but despite y’all’s skill for detachment, y’all always gotta stay attached to that one thing that’s no good for you 😒 channel aquarius’s sister sign leo and just leave that hoe 🙄 do what’s best for YOU. y’all aren’t overly dramatic, but when you do express feeling, it’s REAL. you keep it real, even if you attempt to hide it. y’all tend to experiment with your style a lot, and i love love love it. my venus in scorpio loves to see the constant change y’all have going on. you always look good too 😳 also y’all’s hair so unique in some type of why, but you still manage to make it look amazing. gotta give credit where credit is due, yk? 😋💓

pisces

i do be suspicious of y’all lowkey. like i KNOW y’all got something goin on. will i ever know? no. do i know you def have something happening? yes. i’ve got an inkling y’all can be some manipulative ass mf if y’all want to be. i’ve met very few of you, but i KNOW under all that ☺️ is 👹. i gotta stan though. i think it’s the neptunian undertones that make me so suspicious. y’all are crazy devoted to what you love though. you’re definitely more people-pleasing than self-serving and i think you need to find a good balance between the two to find ideal comfort. if y’all want to bake, know you will SLAY at it. everything you bake tastes so GOOD like damn... please bake me a pie🙏 were y’all horse girls when you were younger? not even the stereotypical horse girl, but like.. LOVED horses? a few i’ve met were like that 😭 you go, girl, gallop around that gym pretending to be a horse 😍 you like to keep your hair up and out of your face and tend to wear one hairstyle for a LONG time. like to stay in comfort and isn’t the type to take risks, unless other placements say different. you guys can keep y’all’s messy past hidden so well. trust me, i know 😟 sneaky mfs. it’s none of my business though 😒 love y’all 😚😚😚😚

thank you so much for reading! i’ll post more soon :) i’m currently in vienna and then will be heading to germany on vacation! if y’all want, i can post photos 😍 love you guys :) <3333

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aphrodisiac-siren · 1 year

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hi! i hope you’re doing well :)) this isn’t necessarily a request but i saw that you wrote a hogwarts au for aemond and i’ve been searching far and wide for a hufflepuff!reader and slytherin!aemond dynamic, so if you ever feel inspired to write anything with that, please know that i would read tf out of it! have a great day!! 💕

Heyy! I love me a Slytherin-Hufflepuff couple so I’m superrr excited about this one. I hope I did justice to your request.

Slytherin!Aemond X Hufflepuff!Reader

“And then the potion just exploded like boom, right in his his face and I don’t really see how that’s my fault since all I did was..”

Aemond patiently listened to you rant as you both were sat under the large oak tree in the school’s courtyard. The both of you had a free period and had opted to sit by the tree, you leaning against him as he flipped through your notebook, proofreading your essay on sirens while your bags were carelessly pushed toward your left, his green and white scarf tangled with your yellow and black one that were also tossed alongside your bags.

“And then I-“ you paused, taking a moment to look up at him, observing his brows knitted together as he focused on your essay “are you listening Aemond?”

“And then the smoke turned green, a horrible odour followed after.. yes I am listening Y/N, go on” he assured, still not looking up from the book in his hands.

You pouted slightly, wanting all of his attention. So you waited until he was done reading the whole thing and only once he’d looked up from those pages did you smile, ready to start talking again but Aemond beat you to it.

“There’s a mistake in the historical reference of your essay,” he said in his monotonous voice “Homer stated that the sirens are part bird and not-“

“From what I read, in the greek origins of the sirens, they allowed themselves to be prevailed upon by Hera to compete with the muses” you interrupted, quoting something you’d read in a book only the night before “since they lost, their wings were taken from them and they were tossed into the waters to which their bodies adapted and that’s how they’re part fish-“

“But those are called mermaids. The sirens never replicated their appearance” Aemond argued further “when they tried to lure a ship full of sailers who outsmarted the sirens, they threw themselves into the ocean and drowned. Some say they metamorphosed into rocks”

“So you’re claiming sirens to be extinct? That my essay in flawed?” you raised a brow, taking your book from his hand.

“All I’m saying is, perhaps you should read another book or two” he hummed “just to be sure”

A comfortable silence filled between you both. Aemond didn’t talk much unless it was related to academics.

This had always been the dynamic between you both, him being the quiet one and you, the comparatively louder one. You’d befriended him on your very first time aboard the Hogwarts express. He was sat by himself, fidgeting with the hem of his emerald green sweater, his shoulder-length hair pulled back neatly into a half-up, half-down hairstyle. He had a brown leather eye patch that covered his left eye.

Even at the age of eleven, he wasn’t at all talkative and you being you, sat beside him and sort of adopted him.

He seemed to like to hear you ramble about silly things. And even though you both were disappointed about being sorted into different houses, the both of you still stayed friends, growing closer and closer as the years went by.

You became his best friend, always walking around the hallways together, your shoulders bumping together, though as time went by and he grew his height, it was more like your shoulder bumping against his bicep.

You were the one who used to rush to his defence, regardless of the situation just the same as he used to rush to yours. The only difference? Aemond was a calm and collected person, always keeping his cool even when he was filled with rage to the brim meanwhile you were a short-tempered gremlin, quick to give into your anger and throw a punch. Aemond was usually the one who would have to break up the fights and pry you off of the poor student who had taken a good beating from you.

"Why do you always resort to fighting?" he'd ask you with a chuckle as he would come to walk you back to your common room after your detention.

"I can’t help it" you shrugged "he said something about you that I did not appreciate"

There were times when his older brother Aegon used to interrupt your peaceful moments, like the one you were presently having, to boast about how good he was at quidditch compared to his other teammates or sometimes to simply tease the both of you, stating that you lot would make an adorable couple.

You simply laughed along with him, while Aemond’s ears used to turn red.

"What are you lot doing this year for Christmas eve?" Aemond asked "there’s going to be some exchanging of presents in the Slytherin common room once its midnight"

"Oh we're just having the regular hot chocolate counter with cookies" you shrugged "though I'm sure the older students will sneak off for a smoke"

"Us Slytherins just spike the eggnog" he simply said, not giving you any further details.

"I'm going to sneak out too," you told him and that seemed to immediately regain his attention. You didn’t really smoke so it did catch him off-guard so you quickly clarified what your intent was behind sneaking out "not for a smoke. I was hoping to meet you"

"Oh" he simply said and it was hard for you to read his expression. Aemond was rather good at masking his emotions "past curfew"

"Yes past curfew" you giggled "wouldn’t be called sneaking out if it wasn’t"

"What for?" he asked, the corner of his lip curling up into a sly smile.

"Stop smirking Targaryen" you rolled your eyes, playfully punching his arm, that had him chuckling softly "I got you something for Christmas, but one more shit-eating grin and I will gift it to Aegon"

"Right right" he tried his best to suppress the smile "I got you something too, though I was going to wait until Christmas morning"

It was pretty much a ritual for Aemond and you to exchange gifts every Christmas. Unlike the older students, you both always sent each other presents by post. This year, you decided to stay in Hogwarts since your family were busy moving houses and you found that sort of thing boring and tiring. Since you were staying in school for the holidays, Aemond too had decided to wait back to keep you company.

You'd heard, over the years, many students talking about how they sneaked off at night to exchange gifts, taking walks along the grounds where Filch never patrolled, kissing in the silence of the night. It all sounded so sweet yet thrilling.

You too wanted to experience that, though perhaps expecting a kiss was a far fetch.

You wouldn’t say you had a crush on Aemond just the same way you knew Aemond never held any romantic feelings for you but you had thought about it, how the both of you would look walking around hand in hand, him leaning closer to hear your little rant and then letting out that adorable chuckle of his.

You wouldn’t deny that your friend was rather handsome, even though some of the other students made fun of his eye patch behind his back.

You couldn’t disagree more.

Aemond had lost an eye, but you would have to say it was those few others who were more blinded than him. How could someone look at him and not find him attractive?

"I'll see you at midnight then" Aemond stood up, offering his hand for you to take so that he might help you to your feet as well "meet me near the broom cupboard by the trophy room"

"Alright" you smiled as you slipped your hand into his. Aemond seemed to have forgotten that you were lighter than him in weight and tugged at your arm with such ferociousness, it sent you colliding right into his chest, sending the both of you toppling over and crashing right to the ground again.

Aemond grunted, feeling his arse sting from the impact while you broke out into a fit of giggles.

"It's not funny Y/N" Aemond spoke but you could very clearly hear the smile in his voice.

"I'll see you at midnight" you repeated his own statement "I hope you did not over-do it with your gift again this year"

As thrilling as sneaking out was, it was in equal measure, just as scary. Not only because you feared being caught but because you'd seen enough scary movies to make you paranoid.

When you arrived by the decided broom cupboard, you found yourself to be alone. You gently tapped your foot while you awaited Aemond.

The creaking of the cupboard doors caught you off guard as they slowly swung open and you could swear you had a heart attack. A hand immediately reached out to cover your mouth right as you were about to scream before another reached out and pulled you inside the cupboard.

"Shh, quit swatting my arm you- ouch. Lumos"

Your movement seized the moment the inside of the cupboard lit up, to reveal Aemond looking at you with a rather amused expression.

"If you are done being a gremlin, might we move on to the gift-giving, hm?" he said with a playful grin just as he reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out a neatly wrapped present.

You too reached beneath your hoodie, retrieving the gift that you had tucked into the waistband of your trousers.

"Merry Christmas Aemond" you smiled as you handed him his gift.

"Merry Christmas Y/N" he returned the smile as he too passed you your gift.

He carefully took apart the wrapping, making sure he didn’t rip it- a habit he'd picked from his mother.

"Woah, where'd you get this" he whisper-yelled excitedly as he admired the book you'd gotten him. Aemond was a lad of many interests but the one thing he was absolutely obsessed with, was dragons. On you visit to Diagon alley, you saw a book on dragonology in the bookstore; it was a signed first copy and even though it was a bit expensive, you didn’t mind spending your allowance on it.

"Open it" you said, just as excited as him.

Aemond did as you instructed, flipping open the cover of the hardbound book to find two tickets to the game of his favourite Quidditch team amidst the pages.

"Y/N how did you get these?" his jaw was hanging open, unable to process all of this "I've been trying to get a hold of these for weeks"

"Oh one of my friend's father is working as security for the venue" you told him with a proud shrug "I asked her if he could manage to get me two tickets. You can take Aegon with you, maybe even a date"

Aemond was smiling from ear to ear, a rare yet adorable occurrence.

"Your turn now" he cleared his throat, pointing to the unwrapped gift in your hands "go on"

You slowly opened your gift, unlike Aemond, you didn’t care if the wrapping ripped a little but you still tried to be careful since the wrapper was a pretty one.

Once the paper was completely off, you were left with a beautiful velvet box in your hand.

"Is there a ring in here, you gonna propose?" you joked with a devilish grin that had Aemond roll his eye.

You gently opened the lid to reveal a beautiful necklace with a dainty topaz pendant. The chain was of a thin band of silver, intertwining with a thin band of the darkest emerald green.

Aemond came from a very rich family and each year he used to bring you rather expensive gifts that you were rather hesitant to accept. This year however, he went way overboard with this expensive piece of jewellery.

"Aemond I can’t accept this" your voice came out as barely a whisper as you eyes the yellow gemstone "this must’ve cost you a fortune"

"Oh hush" he blew a raspberry "I saw it and it reminded me of us. The green in the chain is me, slytherin and the topaz stone is the colour of your house. Open it"

"Huh?"

"It's a locket," he told you as he pointed at the necklace "the gemstone is fused with a small locket"

You careful took the pendant in you hand and turned it to find a thin line running across the sides, indicating that it was indeed a locket. Carefully, you pried it open and the moment you did, it projected a small yet hazy image that began to move.

It was you and Aemond as children. You were on the Hogwarts express, laughing as you both tried Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans.

The image changed.

It was you and him in your third year, hugging him after you both had returned from Christmas break.

The image changed again and again, showing you many glimpses of a few happy moments you'd shared with Aemond.

"These are some of my favourite memories of us" he sheepishly said, looking down at you eagerly to see how you would react "it was a little difficult for me to charm the locket to do it, my uncle Daemon helped me"

"This is so sweet" you threw your arms around him to pull him in for a hug and Aemond instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you closer.

"Need me to help you put it on?" he asked while still being in your embrace.

"mhm I-"

"Oi, who's out here?"

The both of you immediately pulled away, eyes wide as you heard Filch's voice boom across the hallways. Aemond held a finger to his lips, to tell you to remain quiet.

"Nox" he softly whispered and immediately, the cupboard was dark once again.

You both could hear the footsteps getting louder and louder and you held your breath as if that would help. The doors of the cupboard slowly began to move but before Filch could fully open them, Aemond raised his wand and mumbled a spell under his breath.

"Rictumsepra"

Filch immediately stumbled backwards, clutching his stomach as he burst into laughter. He sunk to the floor, rolling as he cackled helplessly.

Aemond caught you by the wrist, dragging you outside the the cupboard as he dashed down the hallway, you following after him. He kept running and running until the both of you had reached the changing rooms near the quidditch pitch.

You were out of breath by the time you'd stopped, leaning against the wall as you panted, Aemond doing the same.

"He doesn’t come this way" he managed to form a sentence "Aegon mentioned it a few times"

You simply nodded, still a bit tired from all that running. Eventually, once you had somewhat caught your breath, you burst into a fit of giggles, Aemond laughing along with you.

"That was fun" you said in between your giggles.

"Yea it wa-" Aemond paused as something else caught his attention. He began to once again chuckle uncontrollably, pointing his finger upward as he looked down at his feet to avoid you seeing the blush rise to his cheeks.

You looked to where he was pointing and immediately looked away, smiling sheepishly.

"Mistletoe" you mumbled.

"Mistletoe" he repeated.

Aemond finally looked up to meet your gaze, drawing a sharp breath.

"Well?" he asked gingerly, awaiting your response.

"Well tradition is tradition" you shrugged, hoping that he couldn’t hear your heart that was beating ferociously in your chest. You took a step closer, him doing the same. His large hand came up to cup the side of your face before he leaned down.

You eyes fluttered shut right before you felt his soft lips against yours.

You expected him to leave you with a simple peck but he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You instinctively hummed into the kiss, gently fisting his warm sweater, pulling him even closer.

It was like fireworks going off inside you. The way his lips moulded against yours, the way his fingers tangled in your hair, the soft whimpers escaping his lips, it was all driving you insane.

You were kissing Aemond Targaryen.

If the both of you weren’t already out of breath from all that running, you would be snogging for a little while longer but you had to break the kiss to catch your breaths.

Aemond rested his forehead against yours, his hand still cupping your face.

"Would've kissed you even without the obligation of tradition" Aemond breathed out, his lips brushing against yours "been wanting to kiss you for a while now"

You only smiled, still taking your time to process all of it.

"You said that I could perhaps take a date with me to that quidditch game" he gave you a boyish grin, playfully bumping his nose with yours "can I maybe take you out?"

You pocketed the box with the necklace and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for another kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes?" he asked with a chuckle as his lips moved expertly against yours.

"Yes" you confirmed with a hum into the kiss.

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blood-mocha-latte · 3 months

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I would move like. Literal mountains for some kind of luztoye coworker au. Its so vague but you know joe toye is my favorite coworker i just want to see him happy

ALEKS my bestie my beloved. i LOVE this for a thousand years you understand. you Get It truly. i quite licherally never write from toye’s perspective, but i suppose you’ve inspired me in some way to give it a go with (with a bat. at a beehive). i hope this is what you had in mind <3

Joe just needs to get up the urge to talk to the guy.

“You look like an idiot.” Malarkey informs him, chewing on a mouthful of some sort of bread and meat monstrosity. Guarnere hums in agreement, mustard on his chin.

“Like a real schmuck, Joe.” He says agreeably, reaching across the table to pat Joe on the shoulder. “A moron, if you will.”

Joe needs new friends.

“I’m not doing anything.” He says, eyes back on his own sandwich, which has been precariously picked at and none so much as eaten. “This is just – do you think that’s a new shirt?”

He feels his face burn as soon as he says it, and hopes to god no one can see it on his face. Still, Malarkey stops chewing to stare at him, briefly, before snorting and shaking his head, taking another bite of his food. He doesn’t say anything, but Bill does for him, like a Philadelphian gremlin invented solely to bother him.

“This is one of the saddest things I’ve ever seen.” He says solemnly, mustard still on his chin, and Joe resists the urge to smack it off. “Just go talk to him.”

“I am.” Joe says, and doesn’t move.

“Okay, so go over there!”

“I will!” He stays in place. Malarkey sighs, muffled by a still-full mouth.

“He’s been working here for three weeks, this is ridiculous.” He says, talking to Bill, who snorts. Joe glares at him again, back still to the guy, and Malarkey just shrugs.

“I think what Malark means to say is that you’re acting like a real blockhead and just need to go and talk to the guy.” Guarno says helpfully, gesturing with his hoagie over Joe’s shoulder. “You know. Before you don’t get the chance to and regret it. Or, much more likely, your head pops off and you die from just staring at him.”

“Okay, I am not staring—” Joe starts, because that makes him sound like a creeper, and he’s not creeping, per se, he’s just—

“Hey, Luz!” Malarkey shouts, while Joe is distracted trying to argue with Bill, and Joe resists the urge to duck out of his seat when he looks over his shoulder and sees Luz, in question, coming towards him.

“You’ve got mustard all over your face.” Luz says easily, like he’s already in the middle of a conversation, sitting kitty corner to Joe at the table they’ve lodged at. Guarnere just grunts, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand and shoving at George’s head with the other. Joe says nothing, picking up his hoagie for the first time since he’d grabbed it and taking a bite.

George greets Bill in much of the same way before nodding to Malarkey, shifting in his seat to cross his legs under him. He greets Joe with a silent smile, the corner of his mouth crooked up, and Joe nods around a full mouth.

Guarnere and Malarkey are laughing at him. He knows they’re laughing at him, the bastards, but they’re doing it in their heads so Joe can’t accuse them of laughing at him without sounding like a crazy person.

It’s not awkward, although it has every right to be, mainly because it’s Luz and there’s something about him that just completely diffuses a situation. He was over there, now he’s over here. Nothing strange.

Joe may have tuned out, slightly, from whatever conversation Bill picked up, as when he next actively listens to whatever chatter the other three have adopted, it’s circled around to work again.

“You on break, yet?”

“Nah. In, like—” Luz turned, looking over his shoulder at the clock in the wall before turning back towards their table. He’s fiddling with a paper napkin, folding the corner of it over before smoothing it out again. “—five minutes. So. I’m just sitting here unless there’s something Lip wants me to do.”

There won’t be, because it’s Lip and Lip never needs help with anything (which is, in Joe’s opinion, a problem). But Malarkey brightens, grinning with lettuce in his teeth, and says, “so you and Joe are off at the same time.”

Murder is bad. It’ll do Joe good to remember that.

George turns to look at him, dark eyes sparkling with something that Joe can’t really read. “That so?” He asks, and Guarnere hums, mustard still all over his face.

“Yeah. Our break ends in five minutes.” He says, which is just an outright lie, and Joe takes another bite of his sandwich, expression impartial. “Someone’s gotta man the mixers.”

“We’re mixer men.” Malarkey agrees. “Real yeasters.”

“Bakery boys.” Guarnere says. “Joe lifts weights.”

Joe coughs around his sandwich and is pushing his chair out from the table before he ever realizes what he’s doing. “I’m gonna go see if Lip needs help with anything.” He says, which Lip won’t, but it’s always good to check.

He pushes through the door labeled EMPLOYEES ONLY (handwritten on lined paper and attached with scotch tape, because Skip had somehow broken the actual sign a month ago) with only a small degree of relief, scrubbing at the back of his neck as he moves around the ovens.

He doesn’t find Lip, but Speirs is staring at dough like he’s expecting it to rise out of pure force of will, so Joe figures that’s close enough.

“Need help?” He asks, and Speirs looks up from the dough to stare at him, instead.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a break?” He says, and sometimes Joe forgets he’s a newer addition to the bakery, because he just sort of fits. At times, though, it becomes clearer that it’s only been a few months. Like now, when Speirs stares at Joe like he’s never seen him before in his entire life. Joe shrugs.

“Yeah.” He says. “You folded that dough wrong. The edges are all fucked up.” Speirs turns back to blink at the dough, almost a dismissal, before turning back to Joe.

“I’m waiting for it to rise.” He says. “Go away. You’re on break.”

“It’s – it’s for croissants, it’s not supposed to rise.” Joe says. “That’s the opposite of what you want it to do.”

Speirs squints at him, apparently not concerned by the state of the croissants. “Is this about the delivery boy?”

Joe liked it better when Speirs wasn’t here. “No.” He says, and turns around, looking for gloves. “Lemme fix the edges.”

He can feel Speirs staring at the side of his head, like some sort of intense dog. “No, I’ll fix the edges.” He says, like Joe had instead offered to fix the codes of a nuclear bomb. “Go away. You’re on break.”

Joe grimaces, weighs his options. Deciding that the likelihood of him surviving a confrontation with Luz is more likely than whatever Speirs’ is doing, he turns on his heel.

“Those croissants are gonna be fucked up!” He says over his shoulder, just because, as Speirs goes back to staring at them.

——

Joe hates his friends.

Luz is eating a sandwich identical to the one Malarkey had earlier, before he and Bill carted up everything at their table and abandoned Joe to his fate. He seems, if anything, unbothered by Joe’s state of affairs, chewing and occasionally remarking on a few odds and ends of whatever crosses his mind.

“Plus, I bet if it wasn’t aired out of order, we would have at least gotten another season.” Luz is saying, pushing his hair back from his forehead absent-mindedly, other hand gesturing nonsensically at nothing. “I mean, it really was good, but I can’t imagine seeing the episodes out of order. Hey, Joe.”

Joe jolts, startled out of his train of thought (which was no thoughts whatsoever), shifting in his seat. “Yeah?” He asks gruffly, and George tilts his head at him, slightly, almost a nonverbal question.

“D’you wanna see a movie with me?” He asks, brusque, and Joe blinks at him. Luz just shrugs. “I’ve been told – and I’m quoting, here, that you’re not as much of an unfeeling hard-ass as you seem.” He says, and it startles a huff out of Joe, who’s half-surprised by the bluntness.

“I hate my friends.” He says dryly, and Luz grins, eyes bright.

“Have you ever seen Firefly?” He asks, and Joe leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not a movie.” He said, wry, and Luz waved a hand dismissively.

“Specifics.” He says, soft and bright and Joe can’t really look away from him, until the EMPLOYEES ONLY door is clanging open and Malarkey is poking his head out of it.

“Hey, man.” He says, and sounds rather casual. “One of the ovens is on fire, which I’m pretty sure is Speirs’ fault.”

Luz laughs, bright, and it’s not exactly the reaction Joe was expecting, and it makes the corner of his mouth crook up, traitorous. “I’ll be right back.” He mutters, pushing out of his seat a second time.

“I’ll be right here.” George says evenly, and takes another bite of his sandwich.

Joe turns around and Malarkey is grinning at him like an idiot, lettuce still in his teeth, flashing a double thumbs up. Behind him, the smoke alarm has started to go off.

Yeah, Joe definitely needs new friends.

#rie writes #going back to my roots with my school job at a bakery...#this is so ridiculous but like. it's me. am i ever not a silly fucking goose #band of brothers #george luz #hbo war #joe toye #luztoye #this is queued <3

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Hanma everythings (p1 of 2)

@tenjikusstuff: omg i never requested anyone i just don't know how request work...but like. ANYTHING with Ran makes my knees week. From the most angsty thing to the most fluff thoot sweet one. I just love him THAT much. And same gors for Hanma fucking Shuji. These beanpoles have my heart attached to strings.

i mean.. that’s a mighty fine request to me. So i saw like an alphabet thing to where people did every letter for something? Idk if that makes sense lol but here’s where i got credit from; (sfw) (nsfw)

A - Affection Hanma has his moments to where he wants to kill anyone he pleases and get away with it, but I don’t know that he would ever turn down affection from you. I think it might be rougher if he were to be mad, but that just makes it funner.

B - Body part Okay so most of Hanma is fucking hot. However, I’m going to say that most readers idolize his hands. For him, I think he equally loves everything about you but he likes to lay on your chest/thighs, regardless if you’re fem or masc.

C - Cuddles He’s not going to be little spoon. Ever. He will always be big spoon and will wrestle you for the position. He LOVES cuddling you after a hard day at work !

D - Dirty secret Before he had truly met you, he used to go to clubs and get lap dances. It was normal to do that for him and he would end up getting a blow job as a way to blow off some money (see what i did there), but he would go on your instagram/whatever social media or source of photos of you and imagine it was you. Never spoke of this to you since he thought it was weird himself.

E - Experience As mentioned above, he was a sucker for going to clubs as a youngster and would have plenty of one-night-stands 24/7

F - Favorite Position Good ol’ doggy style always is apparent, but I think the face off position is one that he might use if he is feeling extra romantic also tired.

G - Gentleness He always checks in, even if he is in heaven with you. He asks if he wants to introduce something new, and in general without sex added in, he is just a true gentle giant with you.

H - Hugs? Okay.. hear me out. I think when he wakes up and has that bed head every hot man has, he’s legit half asleep and hugs you from behind. He might feel your waist up, not necessarily in a seductive way, but just to feel you again.

I - I love you? Says it all the time. You had to say it first, but once you did, it became his favorite phrase around you.

J - Jealousy I don’t know that he would get jealous a lot, I think if it were like a true sentimental you and him night sort of thing it might piss him off if the waiter looked at you weird.

K - Kinks Surprisingly, I don’t think hanma would be into ropes and tying up people. Maybe sadistic and masochism tendencies, yeah, but not tying up. He loves to praise you, has pet names, yadayada. But for him?? As odd as this sounds, maybe a bit of blood play. Not as much as sanzu, but I think it would be fascinating for him to watch if you were into it. Otherwise, simple praises and hearing you do justice just as well.

L - Little ones I think he would call kids nicknames like “brats” or “gremlins”, but he would find them adorable. And his own?? Smothers them with love. (okay, but i think i should do babydaddy hcs)

M - Motivation (what gets them going) He always wants a reward, with anything in general. You want sex? If he gives in, you give him something heavenly right back.

N - Nights (with them) I think relaxing nights would be romantic like watching movies and cuddling on the couch. Teasing, tickling, all of the relationship goals people yearn for.

O - Oral? (give, receive, etc) All I’m saying is that he is better with his hands than mouth. They’re totally both amazing, but hands hit better. Doesn’t outright ask for oral, only if you want to give it to him/have him do it to you, but he thinks about it.

P - Patience Depends on the day. Bad day at work? Pissed off very quickly. Normal day? Better, but one bad look at you and that guy goes into a ditch.

Q - Quickies? Wouldn’t do it normally. He prefers a more private place than a yucky bathroom.

R - Remembered.. The first thing that comes to mind when asked his favorite thing about you is the first time you two met on the streets. You had fallen and were picking up your things off of the street and being the gentleman he was, aided you.

S - Stamina 4-6 rounds. Not too much, not too little. Just enough to tire you both out and make you both sleep in the next morning.

T - Try Is he per say the riskiest person? No. But he would try most things you asked.

U - Unfairness Likes teasing, pleasures you and him both. Nothing more, but everyday expect a tease.

V - Volume Doesn’t care. Loudest one in the house/apartment/etc. If you feel good, he feels good. Noise complaints would be a yes.

W - Would they be whole? Without you, he would be lost. Eventually, he might get over you. But nothing would fill the void you left him with. Never.

X - X-ray Okay I’ll give him this, he’s groomed. Sometimes forgets, sure, but he tried okay? 6-7 inches give or take.

Y - Yucks Okay so piss/shit kinks, hell no for him. He doesn’t love blindfolding, both with him and blindfolding you, but it doesn’t disgust him? Not much he is turned off too I guess. Just be normal ig and he’s fine with you.

Z - Zzz If he outdoes himself, he falls asleep without pulling out 🤦‍♀️

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