#unwind imagines

[heliads]

Praying I’m not too late because of school!!

Anyways, post undivided/unbound, grace and argent reunion fic please? Like, after the events of Unbound, Grace and the rest of the main gang meetup again and they’re all hanging out on some unknown port. Meanwhile Argent’s there running errands for Divan. The two bump into each other and hurt/comfort reunion ensues!! Also I wanna see Argent grovel for Grace’s forgiveness hehehe (Also the Grace Redemption Arc continues wooo)

'one more game to play ' - grace skinner

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Grace Skinner is doing well, all things considered. She is not dead. No one wants her dead, either, except perhaps some of the adults down at the park, the ones who sit in front of their chess boards rain or shine in search of a good opponent. It’s not Grace’s fault if they fell for her strategical schemes. Perhaps they should practice more.

Aside from the chess players, though, Grace is fine. She’s doing well as a new entrepreneur of tissue synthesis technology. Her friends, for the most part, are still whole, although Connor Lassiter has a new crop of scars that he doesn’t seem all that keen to show off. They’re getting better, slowly, and everything is fine.

It’s like a game that Grace can play, and she’s excellent at games. Whenever she catches herself slipping, she thinks about good things, like the health of her friends and the success of her latest enterprise. She takes walks. She clears her head, and she doesn’t think about what she shouldn’t. There are topics that are off-limits. Grace knows the rules, and she follows them.

Right now, she’s on her way to meet up with some of her friends. They’ve arranged for everyone to gather at a nearby pier. Apparently, the sea air will do them some good. Plus, the fresh breeze tends to restore all of them to finer spirits. Farther away from the city, they won’t be exposed to things that bring back bad memories, like the precise scent of smoke that burns down an antiques shop, or the routine shuffle of police footsteps outside a hiding place.

No, no. Grace reroutes her thoughts again. She was close there, but she won’t lose the game. She’s been playing it steadily for a while now. They all have. They stick to their houses or go somewhere so far away that no one even knows who they are, but it’s just different versions of the same idea. Different rulebooks, maybe, or different players, but the same damn thing in the end.

At the crosswalk in front of her, two children carefully walk into the road, eyes wide to avoid any cars. There isn’t that much traffic this time of day, but the older one still takes the hand of the younger anyway, ushering them across with far more gravity than the situation perhaps requires. She sees their faces, a boy and a girl, maybe siblings. Grace can remember when she had a brother who would do the same thing for her, before–

Her breath catches in her throat, and Grace remembers.

She’s lost the game again.

Grace doesn’t realize she’s stopped walking until she starts attracting funny looks. Quickly, she starts moving again, picking up the pace. She doesn’t want to be late to the meetup. Tardiness will attract questions, like just what she was doing to cause her to be distracted. Grace is always precise, perfectly on time. She doesn’t usually make mistakes like this. She doesn’t usually lose the game when she’s so certain about winning.

She keeps walking, passing the two maybe-siblings and leaving them far behind. They don’t matter. They’re just kids. Grace is older than them by many years and many memories. She does not have to look at them and wish that she could have her brother back, even for the time it took to cross the street, even for one half-moment when she could just talk to him and say–

Something, maybe. Grace doesn’t even know. She doesn’t have to know. Grace doesn’t know where Argent Skinner is and she probably never will. Connor told her that her brother was alive, but even he didn’t know where Argie had ended up. Her brother is pretty good at keeping to himself, even if he’s better when he has someone to talk to. That person used to be Grace. She doesn’t know who’s taken her place, but she hopes they’re good enough.

Most of her friends have arrived by the time Grace shows up at the pier. She waves hello to the ones she knows best, and casts a hopefully warm glance towards the ones that are more like acquaintances. Connor gestures for her to join him and Risa in a lively debate; apparently, they encountered an open-ended riddle while traveling here, and wish to have her input. 

The discussion is broadened to the group at large, and in between trying to figure it out, people start talking about where they’ve been and what they’ve been up to since the last time they were all together. Hayden’s trying his hand at public speaking, although he says it feels different when many people are actually watching him instead of just listening along. Lev has been working with Miracolina on how to prepare past tithes for the future they never planned on reaching. And Grace, of course, has the organ printer. All good things.

Still, she can’t help her gaze from drifting listlessly from the many faces on the pier back towards the bustling business of the port. Grace likes spending time with her friends, really she does, but having this many people here gives her the expectation that she’s got to perform for them in some way, be a better version of herself without quite knowing how, and it tends to stress her out a little. Looking at the bricks of the low buildings, watching the cars driving back and forth across the roads, is a lot easier to focus on than the discordant harmonies of so many voices.

Grace can feel her pulse starting to come back down again, and then she sees a silhouette slipping out of an open door. Their back is to her, so she can’t make out their face, but the advantage of spending one’s entire life around one single person is that you tend to remember them, and Grace swears she knows this person perfectly. The swing of his arms as he walks, the absentminded tilt of his head. This– this is Argent. Impossibly, it’s Argent. Grace’s brother. The reason she has to keep distracting herself from the awful truth that the closest part of her family is gone.

Grace’s breath catches in her throat. Truth be told, she didn’t even know if Argent was alive. He certainly hadn’t reached out to her, but then again, he would have no way of doing so. Vividly, Grace’s mind flashes back to a terrible night in Ohio, when she had seen a man she had thought was Argent, only to see part of her brother’s face on a different guy’s body. What if this is the same thing all over again? What if he really was unwound, even despite being old enough to avoid the limit, and one recipient just happened to get all of her brother.

Grace should look away and spare herself another horrorshow. She can’t take another brother-based heartbreak, that would go beyond losing the game to losing herself. Still, the silhouette mocks her silently as it walks away. It looks an awful lot like Argent, doesn’t it?

She can’t take it anymore and murmurs an excuse to her friends before heading off back down the pier towards the town. The young man who could be Argent Skinner isn’t walking all that fast, ambling in the vague direction of his destination, wherever that may be. By contrast, Grace is setting new records for speed walking, fists pumping as she hurries towards her supposed brother.

Just before she reaches him, Grace hangs back a little, giving herself time to judge the situation. If she’s wrong, she’s wrong now, and she’ll know it. However, the more Grace looks, the more she’s certain that this is indeed Argent. She steadies herself slightly, curling her hands into tight fists, and says uncertainly, “Argie?”

The figure stands stock-still, all momentum blown out of him like a limp sail on dead seas. Slowly, he turns around. There’s a moment before he completely faces Grace, a moment in which time feels as if it takes twice as long to pass. The instant of hesitation lasts for infinities, and then the figure stands directly in front of her and she knows– she knows it’s her brother. Knows it like breathing, like plotting out the winning move in a chess match. This is Argent, and she is Grace, and they are back together again.

For a while, they don’t say anything at all, just taking in the sight of each other. At last, Grace understands just what was done to her brother– half of his face is still scarred, as it was when Connor Lassiter attacked him when escaping his capture, but half of it is even more so damaged, still vaguely pink and irritated from the lingering aftereffects of a biobandage.

“Your face,” Grace says uncertainly, then immediately wishes she hadn’t.

Argent’s hand rises up instinctively– not to the fresh scars, as Grace had assumed he would, but to the old ones, the wounds Connor had given him. It’s as if he’s afraid that the other side of his face, too, would be ripped away when he least expected it. Dear God. What have they done to him?

“Never trust a parts pirate,” Argent growls.

So that’s what had happened. It makes sense that the man with Argent’s face that Grace encountered before he burned down the antique store would be a parts pirate. It also makes sense that Argent had tried to trust one. Lonely, hopeless Argent, who kidnapped the Akron AWOL then lost it all because he just had to post a selfie of the two of them together, who had joined up with a disreputable parts pirate because he wanted some grand expedition of revenge. Faceless Argent, who bears a countenance of wounds marking both times he learned his lesson.

“I missed you,” Grace says unexpectedly. “You didn’t call.”

Argent squints at her. “How could I? You left home and so did I. ‘Sides, I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me, on account of you running off with Connor and me trying to hunt you two down.” Upon seeing Grace’s crestfallen face, he adds hastily, “That didn’t mean I didn’t want to, though. Christ, Gracie, you’re my sister. That might not mean a whole lot at times, but I’ve felt rough about it ever since. Seeing you is good, though.”

“Thanks,” Grace whispers. All of a sudden, she feels eleven again, never quite saying the right thing to her cooler brother, not enough to make her one of his friends but enough to be a sister, as always. Well, maybe that’s not the worst thing in the world. Being a sister. It means she would feel less alone than she had before.

“I owe you more than that,” Argent confesses. “I’ve treated you something awful, haven’t I? Enough to make you run off with Connor and not come back. I’ve overlooked you, Gracie. I’ve treated you badly. It just tore me up inside, thinking that maybe you’d get hurt because of stuff I did. Say you’ll forgive me, won’t you?”

Grace hesitates a bit, mulling his words over, then nods at last. “I do forgive you, Argie.”

Her brother’s face washes over in relief. “I’m mighty glad to hear that, I have to say.”

She chuckles. “I’m mighty glad to hear you apologize. Thought you never would.”

“So did I,” he admits.

They stand for a few moments in awkward silence, not sure what to do now that the obvious has been taken care of. Then, in a sudden flash of reality, Grace remembers the group still bunched out on the pier. “A couple of us are hanging out past the docks. Do you want to join us?”

There’s a careful light behind Argent’s weatherbeaten eyes. “Are you sure? I reckon they might not be the happiest to see me right now.”

“Don’t mind that,” Grace says with a wave of her hand. “You saved Connor when he was unwound, right? He told me about that.”

“The Akron AWOL is saying I saved his life?” Argent asks, unconsciously puffing out his chest a little.

“He is,” Grace confirms. “Come on, you can hear him say it for yourself.”

With that, she turns and starts walking back towards the pier. A few moments later, she hears Argent following her. He catches up when they’re about to cross the street, insisting on going a half step earlier so he can watch for cars. Grace instantly remembers the younger pair of siblings she’d seen just an hour or so earlier. She’s got her brother back, she realizes with piercing clarity. They’re together again, the two Skinners, watching out for each other once more.

And with that, Grace wins the game.

requested by @sirofreak, i hope you enjoy!

unwind tag list: @reinekes-fox, @locke-writes

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[fluffs-n-stuffs]

Amethio sweetie you're not beating the 'related to Gibeon' allegations anytime soon fr

[forestfan69]

You fill the room with sun, hold me close and let me breathe. I am foreign to that kindness.

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Some soft moicy, featuring my latest obsession which is to cover everything in flowers. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed drawing it!!

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This piece is also available on my INPRNT, if anyone wants to buy this for themselves!

[zvaigzdelasas]

Also ppl aren't gonna like to hear this but afaict the only currently existing legal form that has requisite variety to deal with copyright attribution in the age of AI image generation - *besides "fanfiction's illegal now and the ATF has your IP fucko"* - likely involves blockchain (or some other immutable distributed ledger)

[shiorimia]

IDEA: koraidon's wings unfurl when they're relaxed ☁

[urcuteharrington]

unwinding💌

pairing- eddie munson x fem! reader

summary- he’s been stressed about his dnd campaign…so what better thing to do than to help him relax

word count- 1.2k

warnings- smut and language

a/n- it’s late and i couldn’t help myself i needed to write this because i ficking love eddie

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"eddie my love, you need to take a break. you've been stressing about this campaign all day." i say to eddie as i walts my way over to him. he's sitting at his desk with paper and d.n.d pieces scattered everywhere. running his hand through his hair he sighs, i lean over skimming through his progress and smiling. "the cult of vecna...i like it" i say while he continues his project. he's been working on this campaign all semester and as the days get closer the more tense and stressed he becomes.

"thank you, but i can't take a break the campaign is on friday and they are expecting the best" he says looking into my eyes making heat rise to my cheeks. he looks back and continues working on perfecting the campaign. "i take it nothing will be able to drag you away from that desk..." i say as i fall onto his bed. 'mhm' he says as the sound of him writing fills the air.

i turn to my side and watch him as he quietly works. the way his hands quickly write down new ideas and scratch out old ones. i notice the way he licks his lips and slightly bites them when he's stumped, or how he smiles when re-reading through his notes.

half an hour passes and he's currently stuck on what seems to be a major part of this campaign. i walk over to him and start massaging his tense shoulders, he hums in pleasure as he melts into my touch. "eddie, baby, please listen to me and take a break" i say whispering into his hear, as i sofly kiss under his ear. my hands slide from his shoulders to his chest getting a feel of his tone stomach.

"i guess a break wouldn't hurt" he says with a smirk plastered on his face. he pulls me on top of him and begins kissing me hungrily. his lips felt soft and warm while his fingers felt cold as they touched my bare side. the smell of his cologne hit me and the feeling of his touch mixed in made my panties soak in arousal. we stand up and i push him on to the bed.

his lips in a perfect pout and slightly swollen from kissing they form a smile. "is that my hellfire shirt?" he says looking at my shirt and i laugh. "well you were too busy to notice i changed into it" i say and he continues smiling. "well you look sexy in it" he says licking his lips and i pull my pants off slowly as i sensual sway my hips.

"holy shit" he mumbles under his breath as i pull of my d.n.d shirt exposing my bare chest. i walk over to him and pull of his pants adding it to the growing pile of clothes. his cock hard and tight in his briefs. he pulls me on top of him and places his hands on my bare waist feeling every inch of my soft curves. "god you're so fucking beautiful" he says as he flips us over so that he can be on top.

his lips trail down my neck leaving kisses along the way as he reaches my breasts. he moves his hand up circling my nipple hardening my bud while sucking on my other breast. his hard bulge against my leg making me whine. he licks my nipple then blowing on it softly and watches it get hard.

trailing down he reaches my panties, "what are these still doing on" he looks at me winking. he pulls them off with his teeth and tossing them behind him. "spread your legs for me sweetheart" he says as he helps spread my legs apart. his eyes light up from the visable slick, "already so wet for me" he says licking a long strip along my slit.

one of his hands plays with my boob while the other roams my stomach and hips. his tongue making a figure 8 around my clit driving me crazy, my hands reach for his hair and he starts going faster. licking a slow stripe along my slit he teases my clit going painfully slow. he grabs a hold of my hips and sucks on my clit while humming to me. my hands pull on his hair moaning "eddie", he goes faster as his tongue flicks along my clit building tension in my lower abdomen.

"eddie, i i'm cumming" i say as a long moan follows, reaching my orgasm eddie looks into my eyes helping coax me through it. i close my eyes breathing heavy from the immense pleasure. "you did so good..." he says as he pulls off his brief, freeing his throbbing cock.

"...but i need you right now" he says as he pulls me closer to him aligning himself with my entrance. pushing his pretty pink tip into me i feel every inch stretching me out to fit him. we moan in unison and he mumbles "you're so fucking tight".

as he fully enters he pulls back to where the tip is the only thing connecting us, slamming his cock hard and deep in me. his thrust hitting my g-spot making me cry out 'eddie' as his cock is buried deep in my cunt. "you're takin' me so well love' he says repeating his hard deep thrusts.

he picks up the pace and the sound of skin slapping, moaning, and groaning is heard. the tip of his cock repeatedly thrusting and hitting my g-spot making my eyes tear up. " 's big eddie" i moan out.

his finger finds my swollen sensitive clit and he starts rubbing it in fast circles. i start crying from the amount of pleasure as my mascara smudges. "awe my cock filling you up good" i nod my head and moan in response. "eddie please cum in me" i throw my head back as he lifts my leg over his shoulder going deeper.

his tip hitting my cervix begging to be let in. "you keep squeezin' me like this it will be soon" he breaths out as i tighten around him" cum with me princess" he says as i babble on about how " 'm gonna cum". his last few thrust deep making me cum and he soon follows painting my cunt milky white.

he falls on top of me as we are both trying to catch out breaths. he kisses my neck as i move his hair out of his face. "have i told you how beautiful you look right now" he says smiling "no i don't think you have" i say raising my eyebrow. "well you look absolutely gorgeous" he says as he stands up pulling his underwear back on. "come here' " he says as he puts his hellfire club shirt back on me.

he finishes getting dressed and hands me my underwear, "thought i lost it for a second" he says laughing. he sits on the bed and i climb behind him. "thank you for helping me out y/n" he says as he caresses his thumb on my wrist and placing a gentle kiss. "anytime eddie"

[lazysailor]

Remember next time your embarrassed know you’ll never be close to Nelson embarrassed.

[dalllyv]

Idk how to explain this but I've always imagined grace skinner looking kinda like Shelley Duvall and Cy-fy looking kinda like hobbie brown and when I see fanart of them I'm like "wtf who is that"

[a-frog-with-a-laptop]

That feeling coming home after a dance concert >

[velnica]

Bath Day 26.11.2023 (Sanson/Guydelot)

Guydelot is more than happy to let Sanson ramble off his entire day... as long as they're warm and cosy in their bath, with extra fire crystals lest Sanson's prose grows overlong.

[heliads]

REQUESTS OPEN OMG EVERYONE CHEERED. hi i was thinking.. what if… hmm.. what if.. guardian angel y/n x connor lassiter where in unwind instead of lev saving him after the happy jack explosion its y/n. (they kiss at the end PLEase)

ANYWAYS ILY u survived exams i’m so proud !

'angel ex machina ' - connor lassiter

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They find Connor Lassiter staring at a billboard. He’s slumped against a wall, eyes hollow and vacant, like nothing in this world could possibly be more fascinating than a couple hundred square feet of boastful advertising. The bright colors seem to laugh at him, tantalizingly out of reach from where he crouches now, separated from the rest of the world by the walls of a harvest camp.

We have guardian angels! Low prices, high protection! 

Even if Connor somehow managed to piece together enough cash for their exorbitant prices, it’s obvious that a guardian angel would be wasted on him. Connor is days away from his own unwinding. Not even a real guardian angel could pull him out now, let alone the vapid models in suits they’ve got bedazzling that billboard. Everyone knows you can’t actually hire a guardian angel. They just show up somehow, save your ass however many times you need it, then disappear. There, then gone. Intrinsically a part of your life, and then it’s like you’d never known them at all.

Guardian angels are extraordinarily rare. The closest Connor’s ever come to meeting one is hearing a story his dad used to tell, and even then, Kirk Lassiter had only briefly glimpsed one of his neighbors getting saved from a car accident by one of the angels. Not exactly a core memory for Connor. His mom had never seen one at all.

That’s the way it usually goes. There aren’t that many guardian angels in the world. Rare things, they are. Somehow, they decide that a person is important enough to save, and then they swoop in and do what they do best. That’s usually saving them from disasters– floods, tornadoes, you name it. There’s an iconic photograph of a guardian angel rescuing someone from a burning building that Connor sees annually in his textbooks; something about the wings silhouetted against the flames is irresistible to school publishers. Hayden swears that he heard about somebody who got a guardian angel to do their taxes, but Connor figures that’s another of the boy’s bad jokes. Guardian angels are for real problems, not tax fraud.

Hell, no one even knows what guardian angels look like. There are photographs, sure, but they always turn out strangely blurry, like when the sun’s too bright outside and all you can do is squint. Even the people who’ve seen guardian angels say that their memories faded oddly quickly after the incident. No one can decide if they look like people, if their wings always appear, if they’re even recognizable as guardian angels at all. The only thing the masses can agree on is that guardian angels do exist, and they’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Least of all Connor. He’s harbored a hope that he’d get to meet one at some point, obviously, everyone has. Imagining that you’d be important enough to warrant an angel sent to watch over you is everyone’s secret fantasy.

Connor’s a few hours away from getting unwound, though, so he’s pretty sure that dream will die like the rest of his:  unwanted, unclaimed, unfulfilled. He’ll go to pieces as yet another boy who dreamed of being great, another poor soul ignored by the angels. The only difference is that, unlike most of the teenage population, he’s not even mediocre enough to live past sixteen. He’ll be in parts by tomorrow. Then, who knows? Maybe his elbow will go to a kid worthy of an angel. Connor wasn’t, but maybe his unwound pieces will be.

Connor shakes his head slightly to rid himself of the thoughts. He’s not usually like this. He’s not a quitter. He’ll go under the knife protesting his unwinding. It’s just a little difficult to keep up the fighting spirit when he knows that at last, despite all his running and hiding, he’ll be unwound anyway. There’s no fighting the Juvenile Authority. All his great efforts just delayed the inevitable. It cuts him to say it, but it looks like they were right after all.

In an attempt to get his mind out of obviously dangerous waters, Connor rips his gaze away from the offending billboard and glances around him. Only now does he notice another future unwind drawing close to him. Connor stretches and stands, forcing the corners of his mouth to upturn slightly so Y/N, his closest friend here and only ally among the cops and lambs to slaughter, don’t think he’s totally deranged.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asks, coming to a stop by his side.

Connor shrugs listlessly. “Nothing. Drafting my will.”

With anyone else, he’d probably stay silent, but Connor learned a long time ago that trying to hold his tongue around Y/N L/N is a losing game. They met in the basement of Sonia’s antique shop, Y/N having arrived barely a few minutes after Connor and Risa. Talk about a coincidence. They quickly hit it off, and as proof of their friendship, they’ve even ended up at the same harvest camp after it all went south back at the Graveyard.

If Connor were trapped with anyone, though, he’s glad it’s them. Not even Hayden can make Connor laugh as much as he does with Y/N. They understand him in a way that no one else ever has. If he were feeling particularly stupid, he would call it love, but Connor knows better. They’re both about to get stripped to pieces. If he spills his guts now and they friendzone him, Connor will have ruined the best part of his life for nothing.

So he stays silent, and watches Y/N laugh at his joke. “I want your car after they unwind you,” they inform him. “Maybe even the house.”

Connor pretends to be outraged. “Both? That’s absurd.”

Y/N snorts. “Who else would you give them to? The tithe?” Then, in a quieter voice, they glance towards the billboard Connor was staring at, and add on, “Maybe an angel?”

Connor sighs. “They can’t sell real guardian angels. No amount of flashy billboards can hide that.”

Y/N nods. “You’re still tempted, though?”

Connor lifts a shoulder. “Who wouldn’t be tempted? The idea is great. I’d love for someone to save me right now. Or maybe just care enough to try.”

“I care,” Y/N offers.

Connor gives them a wry smile. “I know you do. But you’re stuck in the same mess as I am, so maybe I’ll hold off on believing in your escape plan until you’re out, too.”

Y/N looks at him for a second, too deep for Connor to understand, then cracks a grin. “You should believe in me, Lassiter. I’m tunneling out from under the dorms with just a spoon. I might make it halfway to Florida by the time we get the unwind order.”

Connor scoffs. “That only works in movies. You’d need a miracle to break through an inch of concrete, let alone all the way past the borders.”

Y/N smiles at him, a little secretively, a little knowingly. “I’m pretty good with miracles.”

“Sure you are,” Connor says, stretching his arms to rid himself of an unpleasant pinch in his muscles. “Any chance you can whip one up to save me from my impending doom?”

He isn’t expecting Y/N to respond, obviously, but when their face drops at the sight of something approaching behind him, Connor knows it’s not just from his lack of belief. “I’d have to make it quick, wouldn’t I?” They mutter under their breath.

Connor turns around to see a squad of Juvey-cops bearing down on him. He swears under his breath. “This is it, right? They’re going to take me away?”

Y/N’s face looks ashen and wrong. “I should have saved you. “

“We should have saved each other,” Connor corrects gently. Usually, he isn’t the sentimental type, but as the guards get closer, he can’t resist the urge to lean closer to Y/N and whisper to them, “Hey, I’m glad for the time we had, alright? It meant– It meant a lot to me. You know. If I was going to talk to anyone on my last day, I would have wanted it to be you anyway.”

Y/N sucks in a breath. “Don’t say that.”

Connor stares at them. “Why not? It’s true.”

Y/N looks like they want to argue– why, Connor isn’t sure, but the guilt in their eyes is like nothing he’s ever seen before– but before they can say a word, the Juvey-cops close in around him, cutting Connor off from Y/N like slamming a door in their face. They give him the usual speech about how it’s time for him to be unwound, but Connor can’t find it within himself to pay attention. It’s so typical of him, honestly, to be zoning out during what may be his last hour whole, but all he can think about is Y/N, who disappears into the distance as the cops drag him away, Y/N, who he’s now left here alone, Y/N, who will join him in this fate not long from now.

Connor doesn’t want to be unwound. Obviously. He doesn’t want this, and the sheer force of his not wanting overwhelms him as they lead him closer and closer to the doors of the Chop Shop. A crowd of other unwinds has gathered by the door; apparently the final moments of the Akron AWOL make for some good entertainment. The band is playing. Connor wants to run, run far and fast like he always does, but for the first time in his life he realizes how pointless it is. If he tried to flee, they would catch him. They would drag him back, and it would be like nothing ever happened. There is no way this day ends with anything but Connor in pieces.

Connor forces his legs to move him mechanically towards the Chop Shop entrance. Just before the darkness of the place swallows him whole, something tells Connor to glance over his shoulder one last time and he sees Y/N staring at him beseechingly. He doesn’t know how he’s able to spot them so easily in the crowd, but he can. Like he would know them anywhere. Like doing anything but looking at them is impossible.

Then the guards shove him into the Chop Shop, and Y/N is gone, replaced by the dark certainty of Connor’s unwinding. The hallway seems to stretch out forever, but before Connor can take even one more step, a few very confusing things happen all at once.

First:  there’s this shift in the air. Connor can’t describe it. It feels strange and wrong, burning on his tongue like electricity. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and Connor knows at once that something is about to go wrong.

Second:  the room erupts in fire and smoke. The bone-rattling boom of the explosion comes later, a little delayed, but Connor sees the white flash of heat and light first. He’s knocked off of his feet, and time seems to slow down. The entire world is gone, replaced only by Connor, floating hazily through the smoky air, and the blossom of fire around him, searing off everything else.

Third, and most confusing of all:  out of nowhere, Y/N is right in front of him. Y/N, yes, but Y/N different somehow. It takes him a moment to realize why. Their eyes glow white, brighter even than the explosion, and their skin is radiating off this cool, pearlescent light. He has no idea how they could have possibly gotten in front of him so fast. He has no idea how they’re seemingly immune to the heat and force of the explosion around them.

Y/N reaches for him, pulling Connor into their arms. Their head presses against his, and they whisper quietly, forcefully, “Be safe, Connor.”

The command reverberates through Connor’s entire body. He doesn’t even remember hitting the ground, and when the explosion clears, he’s– He’s fine, actually. Nothing hurts. When Connor stares at his body, he’s utterly unharmed. Not even a scratch on his skin. He is totally untouched by the explosion that has just decimated the entirety of the Chop Shop.

Connor looks around him and realizes that Y/N is sitting in front of him. They’re both on the grass outside the Chop Shop, although he doesn’t remember getting there. Y/N is unharmed also, although Connor can say for certainty that there is still something wrong about them. It takes him a moment to get his scattered thoughts in order, and then he remembers. Y/N’s eyes wink pearlescent at him from a few paces away, and he knows.

“You’re a guardian angel,” Connor stammers out.

Y/N nods. “I am.”

Easy as that. They say it like it’s nothing. Like Connor hasn’t just had his life saved by a supernatural being currently sitting criss-cross applesauce in front of him on the waving grass. He’s had a lot of time to wonder what it would be like to meet a guardian angel, but it never would have occurred to him that one would have been in his life this entire time without him knowing.

Connor stares unseeingly at them. Try as he might, he can’t force himself to believe that Y/N is anything other than, well, Y/N. His friend. His best friend. The person he’s been crushing on since they stumbled into him by accident in the dark of Sonia’s basement. He remembers the flighty beat of their heartbeat when they were in his arms then, and he remembers what it felt like when they embraced him again in the smothering heat of the Chop Shop inferno. All Y/N. All an angel.

“You were trying to save me,” he begins, then stops. That really sums it up.

“I was,” Y/N agrees. “It was always about you, Connor.”

The idea doesn’t compute to him. “Then why wait until now to save my life? Why not make sure the Juveys never found us out in the first place?”

Y/N tilts their head to the side, considering this. “The job of a guardian angel is to save their primary assignment, sure, but also to minimize suffering wherever they go. I knew the Chop Shop explosion would happen if I didn’t save you. This needed to happen so everyone else here could be rescued. Worse things would have happened if I didn’t interfere now. It may not seem that way, but it is.”

Connor can practically feel gears in his head spinning. “So you knew how this would end the whole time?”

“I knew the great catastrophes of your life,” Y/N corrects. “I knew many paths you could take. This was the big risk, though. I didn’t get to see any more after that. Now I know just as much about your future as you do.”

Connor whistles under his breath. “That’s comforting.” Then, a terrible thought occurs to him. “Wait, that means I was your assignment. Like a job? Were you ever really my friend at all, or was that just something you had to do to complete your assignment?”

Y/N rears back as if hurt. “I have always been your friend. Guardian angels aren’t supposed to ever reveal themselves. I was actually meant to never talk to you until I saved you.”

“What changed?” Connor asks. He can’t stop himself.

Y/N smiles softly. “I saw you. You looked like someone fun.”

“Someone fun,” Connor echoes. He tries to think about his life, if anyone could see that and decide he was someone worthwhile. Someone fun. Someone an angel could watch and want to befriend. A warm feeling blossoms in his chest. Pride, maybe. Or the realization that the one secret he’s been keeping may go both ways after all.

“Yeah,” Y/N says, growing a little embarrassed. “I like you. My bad.”

Connor laughs. “That’s not bad. I like you too, by the way. In case you didn’t see it when you were receiving visions about my life.”

Y/N’s eyes dart up to his. “Really?”

“Really,” Connor says. “What, you didn’t know?”

Y/N shakes their head. “Like I said, I could only see what happened to you up to the Chop Shop exploding. Everything after that is a mystery.”

“Well,” Connor says, drawing closer to them. “I’m glad I get to surprise an angel once in my life.”

Before Y/N can ask him what he means, Connor kisses them, and after a moment of shock, they kiss him back. He’s not sure if he’s the first person in the world to have kissed an angel before, but he wouldn’t mind having that accolade under his belt. Just so long as he gets to be the person to kiss an angel two times, or three. Or forever.

requested by @julysn, i hope you enjoy!

unwind tag list: @reinekes-fox, @locke-writes, @sirofreak

all tags list: @wordsarelife

[6point5crows]

Six of Crows x Unwind

Kaz vers 1: Parents died before he or Jordie could ever be signed up for unwinding— though their parents would’ve never anyways. However upon meeting Pekka, he was somehow able to sign off on their unwinding forms (having strings he could pull, able to get money for this, etc). They were getting shipped off when Jordie and Kaz tried to escape. Jordie didn’t make it, and sacrificed himself for Kaz to escape, where he was on the run ever since. A few years later, he caught Pekka now having Jordie’s hands.

Kaz Vers 2: (Aka another au outcome of this) His parents did end up signing off on his and Jordie’s unwinding— or even just Kaz’s. Jordie helps him escape and they flee to the city to disappear. However, Pekka was a parts pirate, and he manages to trap them. Kaz is able to get away but Jordie doesn’t. Same outcome as before.

Jesper: He was never signed off to be unwound, of course, but after the loss of his mother and never able to sit still, he was sent to Ketterdam (as before). However he starts to get involved with runaways, and eventually gets mistaken for one anyways. Parts pirates begin to target him, and he loves the thrill of being on the run. So, he joins the ranks of the unwind-runaways, despite never being one himself.

Inej: Once she is kidnapped and taken to Ketterdam, and then further sold to Haleen, she is still made to work for her. However, Haleen has already signed off on Inej’s unwind papers the day they met, and was waiting to submit the papers until Haleen (ugh.) saw fit. However, Kaz knew of this practice and, as in canon, payed off her indenture and her unwind form so it wouldn’t be submitted. Plot twist: eventually Haleen submits it anyways, leading to Inej becoming a runaway as well. Of course, not even parts pirates dare to target her.

Nina: She was actually storked, having gone to house to house. She was passed around until finally she landed at the doorstep of a Ravkan military official. They took her into a home until she was revealed to be a heartrender, where she was then placed into the Ravkan army. She would not be unwound unless she failed to serve Ravka— abandoning or betraying them. This was never an issue to cross her mind until she was kidnapped by Fjerda and thought to be dead. She and Matthias have their storyline, and instead of her accusing Matthias of being a slavor, she accuses him of being a false parts pirate— somebody who takes kids not meant to be unwound and unwinds them. Though in doing so, this reaches Ravka who then fr does sign her unwinding form and she hides in Ketterdam hoping they don’t catch wind of that.

Matthias: Much like the situation with Nina, once he joins the Fjerdan army, he must work hard and prove himself to keep him from being unwound. This, he is able to do, until he is put into Ketterdam prison. While there, they sign his unwinding form for a few months out (they are really backed up, I imagine) until the Crows break him out. He is given the option to be freed from that unwinding form (ruled as a mistake) if he helps them break into the Ice Court. After he does so, and that whole plot happens, Fjerdan still has ability to sign an unwinding form for Matthias. They do so, and he becomes a runaway.

Wylan: The threat of being unwound has always loomed over his head. His own father constantly threatening to sign the form— even going as far as to keep a copy of the signed form framed on Wylan’s wall to remind him that it could be sent out anytime. However, eventually, Van Eck starts to go around and tell people that he was actually raising Wylan to be a tithe instead— something Wylan never found out until too late. He was sent off one day, only to discover that he was actually heading off to his own unwinding. He escaped, much like he did in the books, and flees to Ketterdam under a new name. He learns from the other Crows that nobody had blinked an eye at his disappearance as they all believed he was tithed and unwound. He only becomes a runaway once it’s learned that he is alive by Van Eck, who hires parts pirates to specifically try and capture Wylan to unwind him.

[dragonsdendoodles]

“Your point?”

“Just that you’re not the only one who thinks the Admiral needs some… restraining.”

[glitchlight]

A badgergirl in beat up cargo pants and a tanktop that says 'BIG DIG ENERGY' knocks on your door after a very long day and says 'hi i'm here to fix your shit'

[canihavesomeseritoninplz]

COMMON CANIHAVESOMESERITONINPLZ W

[mostlikelytofangirl]

LXC is more of a mommy figure if anything tbh

JGY really needs that gentle pampering sometimes, be it bc of JGS related stress or later just the xiandu responsabilities. He' such a little guy, and LXC being a selfless lover, would absolutely go along with the daddy kink 🥺🥺

Yes!! LXC has mommy energy, not daddy... I mean, JGY has the biggest mommy energy, but LXC is more on the nurturing side.

But then again, he's down for whatever jiggy needs, and if that is a big man pampering him and telling him how good a boy he is, then of course he is doing it!

Dunno if he can nail the whole calling JGY 'son' as jiggy calls him daddy, but some kink is better than none :D