#you don't understand how many times i've went crazy over this

[unripemelons64]

I just pulled off, the wildest move, In Baldur's Gate 3, EVER. This just cements my belief that Astarion is the most OP character in my squad. Hands down, I'm not lying. Bro is carrying my mismanaged team.

But let me start from the beginning. I was doing quests. And it just so happened that I needed to slay some goblin leaders. And me, not liking combat that I know for sure I would lose, and liking to oppose every instruction given, I had to find a roundabout way of killing them.

So i stealth the first one, the second one I needed to keep alive, but that I mostly did normal combat style, since there weren't too many enemies, and I had a fun strategy (Tav, Astarion, Gale as backup and Karlach, as what I like to call the strong characters, the meat shield). Then came... the one. That one bastard that aggros the whole damn goblin settlement.

After a long, long hours of, trying to first use void bulbs to suck him into a hole in the ground, I dropped off some loot to other characters, grabbed some explosive barrels from another room, painfully slowly dragged them over and set them around, then climbed back to the rafters and finally blew him up and teleported away before they could aggro on me. And it worked.

But, people who play this game, from what I've seen, know this tactic. It's standard, so that's not the crazy part. It's what happens after

Because you see... I forgot that I left the druid that I needed there. In the basement. With a horde of angry goblins waiting for me. (No seriously, who made that ruins? Who made the goblins so hard to beat? I'M ON NORMAL DIFFICULTY DAMMIT-)

Anyway, yeah, I kinda had to get back in. But you know, I'm not fighting all of them, because it's not fun (I'll get their asses once my party has higher level, you'll see…) Thankfully, I quite like stealth, so that would be fun! And fun it was! (And I don't feel bad about save scumming. They gave me the save button, so I will use it!) I made Shadowheart give Astarion a bonus sneak buff and sent my boy off. Also thankfully, my perfectionist collector brain made me explore most of the place, so I knew how to get around. I question how the goblins didn't hear the grown man jump down with the loudest thud known to man, but I'll take it. Eventually he ended up over the main door, so I went in... ... Yes, I opened the door from above. Game logic lol-

The real fun began inside. Because it was literally Astarion walking in, and every goblin in a nine-mile radius collectively turning their heads at the same time. I'm sorry, my boy, but I think there was no sneaking out of this one... But you underestimate how much I didn't want to deal with combat and sneaking the whole party past too, so I made him run for it-

Normally, he wouldn't get there. I ran out of potions at the end, and one hit, and he would be d.e.d. But you see, while exploring while the goblins were still calm, I found ~a secret tunnel~ So there was a horde of goblins, and Astarion was just dashing and dodging while chugging down health potions. He was LITERALLY ONE HIT POINT from dying :p But he made it! It looked comical, and he was pissed that he was hurt, but Astarion, your deeds will never be forgotten. Without you, my team would be a bit more crap than it is now. You carry everyone's dumb asses.

I imagine he came back looking like those Minecraft players full of arrows. I healed him, but my game might have glitched, and so he's now just permanently stuck in the pained pose. We understand Astarion, you break your back for us.

I let him carry all the party's gold from now on.

[arlecchno]

mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

twenty-seven | purple hearts

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receiving the medal of valor on christmas eve wasn't the only thing you got for christmas.

warnings: gunshots, wounds, blood, hospitals, kind of gory at the start, swearing, angst if you squint, use of childe's, signora's and scaramouche's name, yae miko appearance, pining, therapy talk, my very minimal knowledge on kissing, yes it's a happy ending guys

a/n: wtf this chapter is 11k+ words this is way more than what i had intended to write so i really hope no one minds 😭 this is the very long awaited chapter that everyone's been waiting for so i hope this is up to your expectations... happy reading and merry christmas ☃️ (90% proofread btw pls lmk if i made a mistake)

grammatical errors may occur so please let me know if i've made any mistakes!

you stood there frozen as you heard two gunshots that resonated around the cabin, closing your eyes shut from the loud sound.

you're not dead, are you?

but as you heard the sound of someone collapsing on the floor, you opened your eyes, snapping back to reality.

yun jin was on the floor, hand covering up her chest as she breathed heavily. you were about to question why she'd be doing that, before seeing blood seeping through her shirt, staining both her hands and clothes.

widening your eyes, you stumbled back.

the young woman raised her hand from the fresh gunshot wound to see its condition, before groaning in pain. you were able to see it for yourself, but when you realized it was only one gunshot wound, you froze once again.

you were sure you heard two gunshots.

if she's only got one, then the other one must've hit…

snapping your head to the door, you looked for the other person that could've gotten shot, but when the sight of the only person you had never expected to be at the door greeted you, your heart immediately stopped.

scaramouche held onto his wounded shoulder with one hand, leaning on the doorframe before he finally dropped to the floor, gun already discarded.

before you knew it, you were already on your feet as you ignored yun jin's cries of help, running towards scaramouche. you crouched down, hurriedly looking at the deep wound on his shoulder, blood flowing out quickly.

“shit.” you trembled in your words, looking at the gory scene in front of you. “w–wait here. i'll– i'll get you something to stop your blood from flooding out.”

with shaky legs, you stood up and walked back into the cabin, hurriedly finding a clean cloth. once you did, you went back to scaramouche, before you were stopped in your tracks by yun jin's hand holding your leg.

you snapped your head down to look at her. “let me go.”

“he's... he's gonna die anyway, just give it up already.” she croaked out, groaning in pain as she finished her sentence.

kicking out her hand from your leg, you stepped forward. “go and rot in hell, yun jin.”

you ignored her as you crouched back down beside scaramouche. “this– this is gonna hurt, but hold on to me, yeah?” you said, breathing in before you pushed the cloth onto his wound harshly, causing him to hiss in pain.

“it–it's okay, kuni. you're gonna live, i'll make sure of it.”

the sounds of sirens can be heard from afar, and you let out a few shaky breaths as you continued with your actions, hands already covered in his blood.

“stay with me, please.”

that was the last thing scaramouche heard before he went unconscious.

you were sitting in the waiting hall of the hospital, eyes shut as you rested a hand on your forehead, elbow placed on your knee.

someone touched your shoulder, making you look up to them with red, puffy eyes.

“archons, you look like shit.” childe commented, wrapping himself with a blanket that was given to him by the paramedics earlier. you didn't bother replying to him as he sat down next to you, letting out a sigh.

childe leaned his head back until it hit the wall, and he stared at the ceiling for a while.

the only sound that occupied the silence were the soft footsteps of the hospital staffs walking around on the pristine tiles.

“you know, scaramouche was exactly like this when you were the one on the hospital bed back then.”

you slowly turned your head to look at him. “what… what do you mean?” you asked, voice still shaky.

“looking like this.” child pointed out to your figure, where you looked like someone who hadn't slept in a week, hair all messed up and eyes as red as they can possibly be. “i think he looked way worse though.”

you let out a breath between a scoff and a laugh, neither annoyed nor amused with his statement. “he couldn't have possibly looked this bad, we were still at each other's throats last year.” you remarked, causing childe to perk his head up as he sat properly, looking at you.

“you really should've seen the look on his face.” he chuckled. “guy was raking his hand through his hair and everything, even screamed at me and all.”

his words got you slightly laughing, letting out the smallest giggles. childe smiled at you fondly, relieved that he got your mind off the situation right now, even if it was just for a fleeting second.

the ginger scanned his eyes over your figure, bandages and ointment were littered across your body, the results of your fight with yun jin.

“she, um– she didn't make it, by the way. thought i should tell you that.” he announced.

you averted your eyes to your lap, avoiding his gaze. “i... had always thought viktor was the serial killer ever since i was given the case, i had never expected it to be yun jin, ever.” you said after a beat of silence.

“no one expected it either, y/n. it's not your fault you didn't catch on.”

“why… why didn't you tell me about her sooner?” you asked, referring to when she had revealed that childe and arlecchino were threatened to keep her identity a secret.

childe sighed, looking away. “you heard her earlier. she had eyes on our every move, and i– i really… i seriously didn't want to snitch for the sake of my family's life, especially my siblings. they don't deserve to go through the shit i'm facing at this risky job.”

you lifted your eyes to him, looking at his expression. for a person who had just gotten kidnapped and tied up by a serial killer, and for someone who had his whole family's life threatened, he looked… normal.

for the years you've known childe, this sight wasn't uncommon to you. sure, he's had his moments, but for the most part, he handled his emotions very well. even during stressful times catching criminals, he'd always remain neutral and stayed calm, with a blank expression on his face.

you'd say his eyes were always soulless, even.

“i'm sorry you had to go through that.” you blurted, causing childe to arch a brow as he averted his attention back to you.

“mine's really nothing compared to what you had to go through in that cabin.” he said. “i mean, really. facing off the person you had always thought as the most innocent must not have been easy.”

letting out a breath, you ignored how the chilly atmosphere was nipping at your skin. “it's… it's nothing.” was all you said, not wanting to worry childe even more.

he only furrowed his brows as he stared at your clearly hurt expression, but didn't continue on prying further. he figured the only thing occupying your mind right now was something else, or rather, someone else.

“he's gonna be okay.”

“what if he's not?” your voice cracked, looking back down to your lap to avoid childe seeing you like this.

childe placed a hand on your shoulder. “y/n.” he called out to you, and you hesitantly tilted your head to look at him. “that guy's strong. i'm sure a gunshot wound is nothing to him. don't underestimate a little guy like scaramouche.”

you snorted, bringing up a hand to wipe off the tears that threatened to fall. the ginger next to you sighed, before engulfing you in a hug. he reached his hand to the back of your head, rubbing his thumb over your scalp in a comforting way. his free hand moved to your back to rub circles.

you took a second to react, before hugging him back, resting your forehead on his shoulder. it was evident that you needed this, given the situation.

“you two are going to be okay, i'm sure of it.”

“thank you, ajax.”

childe hummed, hugging you tighter before pulling away after a moment, caressing your cheeks with his hands before he stood up, blanket in his hand.

the tall man draped the blanket over you, and you thanked him once again. childe smiled at you.

“i'm gonna go and check on arlecchino and the others in the other waiting area. i'm guessing you want to stay here until his surgery is over, right?” you nodded at him. “then i'll be on my way. i'll see you later.” he said, turning around to the other end of the hall.

he was already a few steps away when your voice halted him in his tracks.

“ajax.”

childe looked at you from over his shoulder, and you smiled at him.

“thank you for helping me with the case, you helped me a lot. i'll treat you to something once we're back to the usual.” you said.

childe smiled back at you, before turning his head back. “you owe me to fix me up with someone!” he shouted through the empty hall, before he disappeared after going through a door.

you merely shook your head as you let out a few airy chuckles, amused with the fact that he still hasn't let go of the deal you made with him a couple months ago.

sighing, you leaned your head back, shutting your eyes.

this was gonna be a long night.

“how long do you think it'll take for the wound to heal?”

“since it's nothing major, i'd say about a month or so. he'll be able to get back to his usual routine once he's discharged, you needn't worry about him.” the doctor explained to you as you two finally arrived in front of scaramouche's designated hospital room.

you turned to look at the doctor. “thank you, doctor.” you said before letting out a huff.

“you must be tired.” he announced, glancing at you. “being a police officer in this nation must be tough.”

you smiled. “ah, i’m used to that already. being a doctor is not that easy either, no?”

he laughed as he scribbled something on his clipboard. “i've been on this job for decades, kid. nothing ever comes easy in this life.” he said, opening the door for you two to enter.

“i'm just glad i get to save another patient today.” he pointed out to scaramouche, who was still unconscious from the surgery he had earlier.

the tall man walked over to the end of his hospital bed to write something on the clipboard that was placed there, and you slowly made your way towards scaramouche.

once you were at the side of his hospital bed, you averted your eyes to his bare shoulder, all bandaged up. you quickly moved your gaze someplace else, the sight you were seeing reminded you too much of your own incident.

“you're not used to it, huh?”

you glanced towards the doctor's direction, before you chuckled awkwardly. “no, i… i went through the same thing last year, gunshot to my shoulder.” you pointed to your shoulder, the same place that scaramouche had been shot, except that yours were lower and way more major than his.

the doctor hummed, placing back the clipboard at the hospital bed frame. “wow, it's really a miracle you survived. gunshots to that area usually don't end well, you know.”

“yeah, he saved me just in time.” you flickered your eyes back to scaramouche, looking at his unconscious form.

the doctor nodded a couple of times, heading towards the door. “then i'll leave you two be.” he turned his head around just enough to look at you. “i'm sure you two are meant to be.” he remarked, before leaving the room.

his words left you in confusion, but you ignored it as you turned to look at scaramouche once again.

the only injury he had was the gunshot to his shoulder, so the other parts of his body barely had any scratches, except for the litters of healed scars from old cases.

sighing, you brought a chair to the side of the hospital bed to sit. you rested your arm at the edge of the bed, the other reaching out to his face.

you brushed a few strands of his hair away from his forehead, before resting your hand on his cheek.

the sight of a sleeping kunikuzushi was something you barely got to see, the only exception being the times you had shared a bed with him.

and he'd usually be up the second you laid a hand on him, so for the ravenette to still be sound asleep as you rubbed his cheek would be a rare occasion. you slowly retracted your hand from his face, leaning back to your chair.

was this how he felt when i was the one on the bed? you thought to yourself. if it is, then, it really is a hurtful sight to see.

the thought of seeing scaramouche lying there on the bed was both hurting and worrying you.

maybe if you had reacted sooner, you would've prevented him from getting shot.

maybe if you had kicked out the gun from yun jin earlier, you would've given him a chance to walk out the cabin with no injuries.

maybe this is your fault after all.

—

scaramouche shot his eyes open.

the white ceiling was the first thing that greeted him, causing him to quickly realize where he was.

he felt something caressing his arm, and he snapped his head to the side.

you were looking at your phone on a chair with one hand, the other placed around his arm as you played over his skin with the tips of your fingers.

“y/n?”

you tilted your head to look at him, eyes wide. scaramouche had a confused expression on his face as he looked at you, the slight swelling on your eyes with eye bags under them being as visible as it could be.

he scanned his eyes over your figure next, bandages were scattered across your body, with visible and clean cuts greeting him.

“i'm fine, kuni.” you said as you placed your phone on the table beside his bed, as though you had noticed his lingering gaze on you.

scaramouche furrowed his brows. “did yun jin do this to you?”

“yeah.” scaramouche furrowed his brows even more as you confirmed his question. you huffed as you avoided his gaze. “you don't need to worry about her anymore, she's… gone.” you informed him.

scaramouche tried sitting up, but groaned in pain. “shit." he cursed, and you quickly helped him up. “didn't know it'd hurt this bad.” you slightly laughed at his sentence.

“yeah, the next few weeks are gonna be hell for you.”

scaramouche all but rolled his eyes, before looking back at you. “are you… really okay? i don't think either of us had expected her to be the serial killer, but it must be especially hard for you. she was practically your friend.”

“it's– i'm fine, i guess. things happen, and i'm just relieved that this case has finally come to an end.” you said, but your words betrayed your clearly hurt expression.

scaramouche wanted to ask, but he figured it'd be best to save for later.

“i'm... sorry.”

he frowned. “what are you apologizing for?”

“you wouldn't have gotten shot if i had reacted sooner and stopped yun jin.”

“that's not your fault, i was the one who barged in the cabin, it was bound to happen anyway.”

“but i would've–”

scaramouche reached out a hand to grasp yours, holding onto you loosely. “you should stop blaming yourself for everything, y/n.” he said, and you looked up to him, eyes glossy with tears that were threatening to fall. “what's important is that i'm still here by your side.” he continued.

he had a fond smile plastered on his face, one that was only reserved for you.

you blinked, and the tears that were hanging loose had fallen, running down your cheeks. “you're too sappy for someone who throws insults at me on a daily basis.” you chuckled, hand tightening around his.

“only for you.”

scaramouche brought his free hand to wipe the stained tears on your cheeks, and you rolled your eyes.

the three words repeated in your mind, causing you to let out a small smile.

yeah, only for you.

for the duration of scaramouche being treated at the hospital, you've got yourself busy with yun jin's case.

even though everything was over, you still had a couple of things to finish up before you could hand in the case file to the tsaritsa.

and right now, viktor was sitting right beside your desk as you're typing on the computer.

“so… fatui precinct, huh?” he tried breaking the silence.

the usual busy precinct was, well, busy. your colleagues and other police officers were walking around getting their jobs done, and naturally, it was the same for you too.

it's only been a few days since the incident had occurred, yet you were already back to your daily routine. it felt odd at first, arriving at your beloved precinct after being absent for months wasn't exactly the best feeling. but you've gotten used to it quick, and now, you're already better than ever.

“yeah, it's pretty tough here.” you commented, typing on your keyboard for the next few seconds before you turned to look at viktor.

he was, for the most part, nervous. maybe it was the fact that it was his first time being in a police station, or the fact that the reason he's here is because of the charges he may need to face for killing someone.

viktor sweat as you stared at him intensely. you sighed, removing your hands from the keyboard to place them on your lap instead. “i've asked the captain if we could lift off your charges completely.” you started, and viktor was already shaking in fear. “unfortunately, you'll still need to face jail time.”

“but!” you exclaimed by raising a finger, causing him to jump in his seat. “good news is, you'll only need to serve for six months, and it should start once you've graduated. i figured that you'd want to finish your degree first, so i've asked to delay your sentence.” you continued, resulting in viktor to sigh in complete relief.

he suddenly bowed to you in his seat. “thank… thank you so much!” he shouted, albeit a little too loud, as your co-workers looked at him confusedly. “i– i really appreciate your help, uh…” he leaned back, eyeing the long silver name plate at the side of your desk, your name engraved on it. “detective?”

“you can just call me y/n.”

“won't it be weird? you're four years older than me, right?”

you rolled your eyes. “did that stupid ginger tell you that?” he nodded at you, causing you to let out a groan as you snapped your head to childe's desk a few feet beside you.

he was chatting up with another police officer, but as if he had read your mind, he turned to look at you. you were furious, and childe thought there was actual smoke coming out from your hot ears as he squeaked from afar, turning away quickly.

you huffed, looking back at viktor. “it's really fine. we're basically friends now.” you remarked. viktor hummed, head hanging low, as if he was in deep thought.

“still can't get past it, huh?”

“how… how do you do it, y/n?”

you raised a brow. “hm? do what exactly?”

“move on from things like these.” he mumbled. “you're a detective, cases like these aren't exactly rare for you, so how do you cope?” he asked, head perked up to glance at you.

you were taken aback by his question, unable to answer him immediately. it took you a moment to figure out an answer, but it served no use, you had none.

exhaling, you spoke. “i haven't moved on from this case either, if that's the answer you're looking for.” you started, averting your eyes to your computer, the file for yun jin's case opened on the screen. “usually i wouldn't hold on to the people involved in my undercover cases, let alone be close with any of them. but this time, i subconsciously did.”

“because of that, i got attached to yun jin. i really felt like she was a good friend to me, and i had a fleeting thought that she'd be in this precinct one day working under me, she talked a lot about this place. i probably should've seen that as a sign.” you let out an airy chuckle, though no amusement laced your voice.

you looked back to viktor, and he was listening to you intently. “well, naturally it would've been the hardest for you, since she was your girlfriend.”

“we… weren't exactly a couple.” he blurted, causing you to widen your eyes. “it's kind of like, relationship of convenience, i guess. she told me that if i let her use my name for her crimes then she'd help me pay for my tuition fees.” the brunette sighed as he finished his sentence.

you stayed silent for a second, before speaking. “i'm… sorry you had to go through that, viktor. she's gone now, so you don't need to worry anymore. you'll be under the custody of this precinct until you graduate, so there's nothing else that could bother you now.”

“thank you once again, y/n. i'm glad you cracked this case, even if i was your prime suspect for the longest time.”

you smiled at him. “just doing my job.” you replied, before standing up. “well, i'll see you out, then. if there's anything you need, i'm just one call away.” you offered your hand to him, and he reluctantly accepted.

even though this case has taken a toll on you, mentally and physically, you were glad that everything's resolved now.

now the only thing that's in your way is the load of paperwork of the case that you'll need to finalize and submit.

“you wanted to see me, cap’?” you asked as you held the door of the tsaritsa's office open.

she looked up from the piles of paper she was signing. “ah, yes, detective. take a seat.”

sitting down at a chair in front of her, you scratched your head awkwardly. “do you, uh, want to see me because of the paperwork for the case?”

“not precisely.” she propped her arms on her desk as she leaned closer. “i want to ask how you're feeling.” she said.

you raised a brow in confusion. “how i'm... feeling?”

“correct.”

“i think i'm feeling okay? well, the case kinda took a toll on me because of the thing with yun jin, but other than that i don't think–”

“i'm not referring to anything case-related.” she cut you off before you could even finish your sentence.

you blinked. “are you asking me about scaramouche's current condition? well, i do feel kind of bad that he had to take that bullet–”

“i'm not referring to his incident either.” she cut you off once again, causing you to furrow your brows even more.

if not those, then what could she even possibly be talking about?

as she stared at your perplexed expression for the next few seconds, she gave up on leading you on.

the tsaritsa sighed. “your feelings for the balladeer.” she finally revealed, which caused you to jump in your seat. “i'm guessing things happened between the two of you during your time away from the precinct?”

“i…” you trailed off, unable to give her a proper answer.

things did happen between you and scaramouche, which happened quite often, if you may. of course you two are now way far from being enemies, but also too far from being normal colleagues, so, what exactly are you two?

“it's– it's complicated.”

the tsaritsa looked at her watch wrapped around her wrist. “fortunately for you, we have about… all the time in the world.” she commented, averting her attention back to you. “you can tell me everything.” you looked at her with pure shock, baffled with her current mood.

your captain wasn't always the kind of person who'd ever pry on someone's personal business, let alone someone's feelings.

but she had always been the kind of person to purposely pair you up with scaramouche for the sake of her ‘otp plan’, as what you had heard from childe one time. even for this serial killer case, the tsaritsa had been the one to assign you two to solve it.

so for her to outwardly ask about your feelings for the balladeer, it'd seem like she was thinking of getting you two together again.

huffing, you glanced towards the window of her office, the snow continuously falling down from the sky as it decorated the city. you stared at the weather outside for a moment, before speaking, eyes still glued towards the window. “fine. i'll tell you everything.”

and as you turned your head to look back at your captain, she was already smiling with that all knowing look. you wanted to groan at the sight.

“i'll be here to listen.”

—

as you finished your side of the story, the tsaritsa stared at you, blinking once, twice, never faltering.

you groaned. “i know it's stupid and crazy, but yeah.”

“and you still think you have no such feelings for him?”

“well, yeah…? am i not supposed to?”

the tsaritsa slammed hed hand on her desk, causing you to jolt. “of course you're not supposed to! you clearly have feelings for the balladeer!” you winced at the tone of her voice.

if someone were to watch you from outside the tsaritsa's office, they'd think you were getting scolded, or fired, even.

“n–no i don't!” you tried denying, but as you looked at the tsaritsa's furious expression, you trembled in your seat. “o–okay fine! m–maybe i do– but what's even the point? he hates my guts, if anything!” you exclaimed.

she stared at you with a deathly look. “do you seriously think he still despises you?”

“y–yes…?”

“how are you even my best detective?”

you crossed your arms. “hey!” you grumbled. “that guy's unreadable. how am i supposed to know if he could still stand me or not?” you complained.

“him sleeping right beside you on the same bed wasn't clear enough?”

“well– that's– that's different!” your cheeks heated up at the mention. “fine, so what if he doesn't hate me anymore? doesn't mean that he likes me or anything.” you countered.

the tsaritsa suddenly choked, coughing as she looked elsewhere, as if she knew something.

you looked at her suspiciously. “do you know anything?”

she avoided your stare, shooting her eyes everywhere but in your direction as she sweat nervously. “of course i don't know anything. that's absurd.” she had her hand formed into a fist as she covered her mouth.

you stared at her even more, deathly, even.

she groaned. “okay! maybe i do know something!” she blurted out before she could even stop herself, lowly cursing to herself, which was unlike her.

“i knew that you knew something!” you exclaimed as you stood up. “tell me!” you slammed your hands on her desk as you leaned down.

if someone were to look from outside the office, they'd think you're the one who's scolding the tsaritsa, instead of the complete opposite.

“fine! i'll tell you if you take a seat like an obedient person!” at this, you were suddenly back to your chair, leaning back as you crossed your arms.

“start talking, captain.”

—

“what…” you trailed off as you brought up a hand to cover your mouth in shock. “he loves me!?”

he loves you? what? when? how? why?

the tsaritsa cleared her throat. “i'm hoping you could keep this a secret.” she said as she shut her eyes, shaking her head to herself. “but yes, he said he loves you.”

“how do i know you're not lying?” you asked, still in denial.

“i'm your captain, i would never lie to my best detective.” she started, opening her eyes. “and also, if you still don't trust me, you should tell him your feelings, and see what he'll reply.” she said, and you gawked in astonishment.

“that's unbelievable, i'm not gonna do that.”

“then say goodbye to your relationship with him.”

groaning, you flailed your hands in the air in frustration. “okay– whatever! i'll tell him how i feel!” you shouted, covering your face as your cheeks heat up once again, flustered at the thought of the scaramouche to have such feelings for you.

the tsaritsa sighed in relief. “good, years of my hard work is finally paying off.” she mumbled lowky.

“did you say something?" you asked, peeking through the gap between your fingers.

she jumped in her seat. “nothing!”

you looked at her skeptically, before giving up.

how are you even gonna tell him how you've been hopelessly in love with him for the past few months?

before you knew it, a month had passed, and scaramouche had already been discharged.

you had spent your time while he was at the hospital by finishing up the case, occasionally going back and forth from the hospital and the precinct to check up on scaramouche.

sometimes while you were at the hospital, you'd be discussing the paperwork with him. some other times, you'd just spend time with him by talking about your day, the people you've arrested while he was gone, and the silly little things you faced on that day.

scaramouche would always listen to you, and sometimes would jokingly add a snarky comment whenever you did something stupid, just to spite you.

you, of course, didn't mind any of it. if anything, you'd always reply back with an insult or two right back at him.

the ravenette had just been discharged, just a week before christmas eve. he'd only start working after christmas, as what the tsaritsa had informed him earlier, so he didn't exactly know what to do to kill time.

you were at precinct working, and you had already called him the other day to inform him that you wouldn't be able to fetch him from the hospital once he's discharged due to the load of shit you have to finish at work.

scaramouche didn't mind of course, saying that he'd just head back to his apartment after getting discharged.

but instead, there he was, sitting on the all-too-familiar couch, waiting for the person he hadn't seen for the past month.

“ah, scaramouche. you're here early.” someone said as they opened the door to the room to enter.

scaramouche snapped his head to them, and he nodded a couple of times, before moving his gaze back to the coffee table in front of him. “i didn't have anything else to do.”

“what brings you here? if i could recall, you don't have any scheduled meet ups with me until after christmas.” they said as they took a seat on a couch in front of him. “after hearing of your incident, i held off on the therapy appointments for this month.”

he clicked his tongue. “like i said, i didn't have anything else to do.” scaramouche said, tilting his head up to look at his therapist, who was already staring back at him with a worried expression.

“you've been my client for almost a year, scaramouche. i could practically read you like a book by now. and by the look of your face i assume you have something on your mind, else you wouldn't have shown up at my office here on my day off.”

rolling his indigo eyes, scaramouche groaned as he leaned back on the couch, hands coming up to cover his face. “you've really got to stop with that stupid quirk of yours.” he complained.

“is it y/n?” they asked suddenly, causing scaramouche to retract his hands from his face, tilting his head to look at his therapist.

he stared at them for a few seconds before breaking eye contact, scoffing. “maybe.” he mumbled out, before groaning once again. “i… i don't know. she's been on my mind ever since i got this stupid wound on my shoulder, and i don't know why i couldn't stop thinking about her.”

“hasn't she always been on your mind?” they asked, looking at scaramouche's confused look. “if i can remember, the reason you started getting treated here is because of her, too. her incident from last year took a big toll on your life.”

scaramouche looked back at them. “well this… this is different. ever since i said this… this word, i haven't been able to shake it off from my head.”

“what word?”

“love…?” he trailed off, not sure if he was asking or stating his sentence.

his therapist widened their eyes as they jumped in their seat. “you confessed to her!?”

at this, he jumped too, eyes wide in shock. “n–no! not like that!” he exclaimed, quickly denying. “i uh– i told my co-worker that i love her in the midst of um, i'm not really sure how to say this if i haven't told you the whole story.”

“...well, since you've already disturbed me on my day off by barging in my office, then sure, what the hell. tell me everything.” they said as they leaned back to get themselves comfortable.

scaramouche furrowed his brows, flickering his eyes elsewhere to think about it. “...fine. i'll tell you.”

—

to say that his therapist was shocked would be an understatement.

“that's…” they started, unable to form the right words. scaramouche merely rolled his eyes, raking a hand through his hair in frustration.

“what do i do now?”

they cleared their throat, recollecting themself. “well, i've said this a bunch of times already in the many appointments we had, but i'll say this again. you love her, scaramouche. just like you had said earlier during your conversation with your friend.”

“signora is not my friend.” he fought, before sighing. “do i really…?”

they smiled, genuinely. “yes, scaramouche. you're in love with y/n.” his therapist remarked once again, placing the clipboard they've been holding beside them on the couch. “and i think she loves you too.” they continued.

“...why do you think that?”

“what kind of person goes out of their way to go back and forth from their job all the way to the hospital, that takes at least twenty minutes in between?”

“a good friend?”

his therapist chuckled. “you kissed this ‘good friend’ on the forehead as a goodbye gesture, is that what friends really do?”

“does it look like i have friends? how the hell should i know that's not what friends are supposed to do.” he tried countering, but failed when his therapist gave him a sudden cold look.

he groaned. “okay, look. fine, let's say she does love me too.” he brought up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “but what if she's not ready for a relationship? what if i'm not ready for one?”

“by the sound of it, none of you have any experience in this section of romance.”

“no shit.”

they laughed, which earned yet another groan from scaramouche, causing them to bring up a hand to wave him off. “okay– i'm done with teasing you.” scaramouche voiced out a small ‘good’ at their sentence, before they continued. “so what if you two are inexperienced?” they inquired.

“i've known you for quite some time, scaramouche. you've told me various problems you've faced, mostly about your dear y/n.” they said. “every time you talk about her, the way you talk about her, it has always made me think that you couldn't be more in love. and i wasn't wrong at all, you continued on talking about her on our appointments, and as the days go by, your way of talking about her gets more… softer and softer.”

scaramouche listened to them intently as they continued talking. “i'm sure you've realized it yourself at some point that you've gotten soft for her, no?” the ravenette slowly nodded, and his therapist smiled. “i think it was a great idea that you two were assigned for this case, and i have no doubt that your captain thought the same.”

“why would you think it was a great idea?”

“because that case was the push you two needed to break off that rivalry of yours.”

scaramouche widened his eyes at their statement, hands falling to his side.

“the reason you think that neither of you are ready for a relationship is because you two are already in one, if that makes sense.” they commented.

“it really doesn't.”

his therapist narrowed their eyes at him. “look, you two have always treated each other like lovers, as much as you don't want to admit it. and i'm pretty damn sure everyone in your circle sees it except you two. this case was the push you needed to actually realize your true feelings for her, what you really want from this complicated relationship. and now that the case is over, it makes you realize that you wanted what you had with her to last forever.”

“but what about that fight…?” he asked, hesitant. “we've never resolved that, and not that we would be stupid enough to ever do that.” he countered.

the person in front of him sighed. “that's the thing that's straining your relationship. if you figure that out, if you have a real talk with her about it, then there will be nothing that could stop you two from being together.” they said. “you and y/n are the ones that are preventing yourselves from taking the next step.”

“you just need one last push to seal this relationship.”

scaramouche wasn't sure if he should take their words into consideration.

it had been a week since that, and scaramouche is back at the precinct.

well, not exactly for work, no. it was for a special occasion, apparently.

“can't believe we're getting our medals on christmas eve.” he mumbled out as you helped him straighten up his commendation bars on its holder, placed at the top of his left chest.

the two of you were currently getting yourselves ready for the medal award for the contributions you both made during your case. it was snowing out at the precinct, evident from the roof just right out your floor.

and it was christmas eve. scaramouche wasn't exactly fond of the jolly season, for reasons unknown. he had always thought that the tradition was useless, and that it was no use to be celebrating, let alone waste your money on them. but for this christmas, he had done something, and he wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad idea.

given how his therapist had been the one to suggest the idea, then it was probably going to end terribly.

you rolled your eyes. “it's not that bad, kuni. christmas eve is quite fun.” you continued helping him out with the badge holder. “is your shoulder okay though?” you asked.

“mm, it's fine.” he replied as you stepped back, looking at his attire for one last time.

you and scaramouche were both donning your official police uniforms, the dark shade of blue touching up your appearances.

if you had to wear this during the summer, then you probably would've died from both the heat and the layers of clothes. but it was winter, so the heavy layers of your uniform would keep you warm, which is the only time you'll ever be glad to be wearing it.

“hey, guys!” a voice called, and you two turned your heads to look at childe, wearing his official uniform too, in all his glory. “this is really cool, huh? you guys are getting the medal of valor!” he all but exclaimed, patting both of your shoulders.

the medal of valor is one of the highest honors in the police department, and it is given to those who had voluntarily risked themselves in the line of duty. you and scaramouche had been awarded this honor for your contributions and the risks you two have put yourselves in during your long term case.

it was safe to say that the both of you had done a good job closing the case together.

you snickered. “hey, what about this guy over here? he's getting the purple heart too, you know!” you pointed towards scaramouche, who rolled his indigo eyes at your statement.

ah, the purple heart award. it's an award given to the police officers that get injured while in the line of duty. for scaramouche's case, he had risked his life by getting a gunshot wound to his shoulder for saving your life, and he was granted the chance to receive such a high honor.

of course, you were more than happy for him. he deserved the award more than anything, and you couldn't be more proud.

“y/n!” someone called out to you, and you snapped your head to where the voice came from. pulcinella was panting as he was moving something within the precinct. “is it okay if you could come here and help me?”

you smiled. “sure! be there in a sec’!” you shouted, turning your head back to look at scaramouche. “i'll see you later, then?” you asked, and scaramouche nodded, softly smiling at you as you skipped your way towards pulcinella.

“so…” childe started, already grinning at the shorter male. “how are you and y/n? going good?” he asked, raising his eyebrows up and down in a teasing way.

scaramouche groaned at the ginger, walking back to his desk. “you're so nosy.” he complained, before pulling out his drawer. “i bought her something, as um– a christmas gift.”

“i thought you hated christmas?”

“i do.” scaramouche didn't deny, looking at the small black box in his drawer before closing it shut. “but y/n doesn't, so i guess i should indulge in this stupid season for once.” he complained, yet it betrayed his expression as scaramouche had a soft look on his face.

and if childe would look closely, scaramouche was almost, smiling.

childe gawked in awe, bringing up a hand to his clothed chest. “my dearest scaramouche had changed so much.” he said dramatically, which earned an eye roll from the ravenette. “and now he's proposing to my best friend!”

“what!? i'm not proposing, dumbass!” he whisper-shouted, slapping a hand to cover childe's mouth. “and could you lower your stupid voice!? y/n could hear us anytime–”

“hear what?” you suddenly appeared behind both scaramouche and childe, which caused them to startle, hurriedly bringing their hands to their sides.

childe was the one to speak first. “n–nothing!” he squeaked. “we were just boasting at how you're gonna receive such a great award! r–right, scaramouche?” he nudged his elbow to scaramouche's side, eyeing him to follow along.

“yeah.” scaramouche said flatly. although he seemed nonchalant, you could still see the bead of sweat running down his forehead as he avoided your gaze.

you squinted your eyes at them for a moment, before giving up. “well, we better get going now. the ceremony is starting soon and i don't want to be late to get my award!”

walking away, you went ahead of scaramouche and childe. they stayed frozen there for a minute before scaramouche grumbled, glaring at childe.

“i'll kill you if you tell her.”

—

the hall where your ceremony would be held was almost full now, police officers and higher-ups taking their respective seats.

you and scaramouche were standing on the stage behind the curtains, hiding away from the many people.

sighing, you stopped peeking your head out and looked at scaramouche beside you. “i'm kind of nervous.” you huffed, rubbing your gloved hands.

the two of you were fully in your attire now, your police hats were placed nicely on your heads, and you both were wearing your white and silky gloves.

“let's hope you don't trip yourself on stage.”

you glared at him, which earned a small chuckle from him. “i'm kidding. you'll do great, y/n.” he said, reaching out a hand to grab yours.

huffing, you peeked your head to look at everyone from below the stage once again, your gloved fingers interlocking with his.

“well, looks like it'll start soon. everyone's stopped talking–” you cut yourself off when you flickered your eyes to the podium on stage, shocked once you see a familiar woman standing there, her striking pink hair standing out.

you snapped your head to look at scaramouche. “what– why is your mother's wife on stage!?” you whisper-shouted, resulting in scaramouche to roll his eyes as he tugged you by your hand to get you closer and away from the curtain.

“she's the secret head commissioner that everyone's been trying to hide.” he informed, and you left your mouth agape. “she's the one who got the leads for the cabin.”

you blinked. “she helped you?” you asked, in which scaramouche nodded to your question. “what about your mother? is she here too?” you tried turning your head back to continue peeking, but was stopped abruptly when scaramouche pulled you back by your hand.

“yes– she's… here.” scaramouche mumbled, looking elsewhere. “miko called me a few days ago to tell me about it. you don't have to worry, i'm fine.”

you looked at him worryingly for a moment, before sighing. “okay then.”

at the same time you said your sentence, yae miko cleared her throat on the mic. both you and scaramouche quickly stood properly, hands reluctantly retracting to your sides.

“good evening, police officers of snezhnaya.” she started, looking at everyone below the stage. “as you might have noticed, i'm yae miko, the head commissioner of the police department. i've kept my identity a secret for a while, but for this ceremony, i've decided to reveal myself.” she announced.

you anxiously looked at the seating area where your friends and colleagues would be sitting at, reading each and every one of their expressions. some of them were shocked, and some stayed calm.

“we're here on this special day to commemorate the bravery of our two police officers from the fatui precinct.” she said, glancing at the paper placed on the podium. “today, we will honor them for their acts of heroism, for their exceptional acts, and for putting their lives on the line.” flashes of cameras filled her view, taking every moment to take pictures.

she looked at the hundreds of officers before her. “it is my great honor to present the medal of valor to detective l/n y/n, and detective scaramouche.”

yae miko looked at the two of you and nodded, a sign for you to come up from behind the curtains.

gulping, you glanced at scaramouche nervously. he gazed back at you and smiled, tugging you by your clothed arm to make you walk.

you looked at him for a moment before you exhaled heavily, slowly walking to the middle of the stage with scaramouche following along.

hundreds of claps and riotous cheers resonated around the hall, mostly coming from the officers from the fatui precinct. smiling, you stopped a few meters away from yae miko, scaramouche following suit.

an officer came up beside you, holding a tray of two medals of valor, and a badge of the purple heart award. “i would also like to present the purple heart award to detective scaramouche, for getting injured in the line of duty whilst saving detective l/n.”

yae miko stepped down from the podium, walking to your and scaramouche's direction. she stopped beside the officer holding the tray, taking one medal to place it around your neck.

you slightly tilted your head for her, and perked up once the medal's been tucked nicely around your neck. you smiled, thanking her.

she nodded, reaching for yet another medal of valor and the miniature purple heart medal for scaramouche. stepping towards him, she had a soft smile on her face.

once she stopped in front of him, scaramouche had a blank expression plastered on his face. yae miko held the medal of valor as she placed the ribbon of the medal around his head until it hung around his neck.

she then placed the miniature purple heart medal on the top left of his chest, right beside his commendation bar holder. she cleaned up to imaginary dust around his clothes, before she spoke. “i'm proud of you, kunikuzushi. you've done well.” she said, smiling.

scaramouche blinked a couple of times, before looking away shyly. “sure.”

apparently, your co-workers had thrown a special party for the both of you once you've arrived at the precinct after a change of clothes.

well, and also a christmas eve dinner.

“surprise!” everyone said as you and scaramouche stepped inside the briefing room, that was now decorated with a bunch of christmas ornaments and decorations.

you stared in awe as you scanned your eyes around the room, before landing on the tables that were usually placed in front of the podium, now combined together to make a long table, with various foods present before you.

to say that you were both surprised and happy would be an understatement. you were absolutely speechless.

childe shouted in the middle of the room, already holding a glass of wine. “well, what are you waiting for? come and dig in!”

—

the briefing room was full of joy, with officers eating up like there's no tomorrow, the christmas songs playing in the background, people chatting with each other, and so on.

it was exactly a joyful christmas eve dinner, and you couldn't be more happy to be spending it with your colleagues.

now, everyone had long finished dinner, and they were all either dancing to the songs playing on the speaker, or talking.

smiling, you looked around, peering over the many people dancing around. you frowned when you couldn't find the familiar tuft of violet hair.

“looking for someone?” someone came up beside you, and you flickered your eyes to look at them.

“oh, hey rosalyne. i, uh– yeah. i'm trying to look for scaramouche. have you seen him?”

she shrugged as she sipped on her glass of wine. “not sure, to be honest. he disappeared after everyone finished dinner.” she said, looking around.

“you're looking for the balladeer?” a voice suddenly popped up from behind you two, causing you and signora to jump in shock. you both snapped your heads back, looking at the culprit that managed to scare the both of you.

the tsaritsa was sighing as she held an empty glass in her hand. “what?” she looked at you two confusedly.

“you scared us!” you exclaimed, which earned a raised brow from the tsaritsa. rolling your eyes, you ignored her reaction. “you know where scaramouche is?”

the tsaritsa hummed. “i talked with him earlier. he's on the roof of our floor.” she said, and you smiled.

“ah, thank you, cap’!” you turned to look at signora. “i'll see you later, then!”

you were about to walk away when the tsaritsa's voice stopped you in your tracks.

“detective.”

you slowly turned to look at the tsaritsa. “yes?”

“please do remember what i told you a while ago.”

arching an eyebrow, you looked at her in confusion, before you finally remembered.

you should tell him about your feelings.

“oh… i'll um, i'll keep that in mind!” you hurriedly walked away, leaving signora and the tsaritsa.

signora played with the rim of her glass as she looked at her captain. “what did you tell her?”

“nothing important.” she shrugged, leaving a very confused signora as she sauntered away.

the chilly winter wind blew through your skin as you opened the door to the roof from your floor.

scaramouche was standing near the brick railing, propping his arms on it as he stared at the busy night of snezhnaya below.

you walked over the snow-covered floor, until you stopped beside him.

“hey.”

scaramouche glanced at you, before averting his attention back to the busy road. “you should head inside, it's cold out here.” he muttered.

“what are you doing here?” you ignored his comment.

scaramouche breathed out a huff, the action causing his own warm breath to appear in the cold air. “needed some fresh air. the briefing room was too crowded for my liking.”

you hummed, and the atmosphere turned awkward again. it was silent, and you had no idea on how to continue on with the conversation without making a fool of yourself.

the snow had stopped falling now, so the chilly air was the only thing that was in your way on christmas eve.

well, that, and this other thing you have in mind.

or rather, someone.

“i… know it's been a while, and i'm not sure if you'd be up to talk about it, but i'm just gonna go ahead and say it.”

scaramouche looked at you once again. “what?” he asked, confused.

“i want to apologize for everything.” you said as you looked down to the busy streets of snezhnaya from above. “i'm sorry for saying those hurtful words after that grad ball incident. i know i can't change anything to make you feel better about it, but i'm… really sorry. it was wrong of me to say all of that when you were just looking out for me.”

scaramouche eyes went wide, before he turned away. you perked your head to look at your reaction just to see him… chuckling to himself.

“hey! what are you laughing for?” you pouted as you nudged at him.

scaramouche waved you off, the soft laughter of his slowly coming down as he heaved out a breath. “it's just, it's been so long since that. i've already forgiven you, actually.”

“huh? since when?”

“since forever.” he said, looking at you. “it's fine, y/n. i want to apologize too for saying that you were naive and that you were too full of yourself with risking your life to save others.” you blinked up at him as he said those words.

turning away, you tried hiding your heated cheeks. “i– i... forgive you.”

and it was silent once again.

the two of you basked in the cold air for a moment, taking your time to start up a conversation again.

scaramouche was the one to break the silence.

“my mother came to see me while you were busy talking with other people at the ceremony.” he said. “she apologized to me for everything she's done, and told me that she'd do everything to fix our bond.”

you stared at him. “what did you say?”

“i… told her that it'd take some time for me to give out an answer.” he mumbled, playing with the empty can of beer in his hand. “she told me not to worry, and then she hugged me, and said those same words miko said to me on stage.” he continued.

the scene from earlier played back in your mind.

i'm proud of you, kunikuzushi. you've done well.

humming, you propped your arms on the brick railing. “it's good that she has the decency to at least apologize for the things she did, even though it was no use.” you replied, which earned a nod from scaramouche.

“yeah.”

it was silent yet again.

“you know.” you were the one to start the conversation now. “i never got to ask you how you feel about the case.” you said, and scaramouche turned his head to you.

you brushed the nape of your neck sheepishly. “well, since yun jin is gone now, and viktor has to face jail time soon, i thought you might want to talk about it.”

“what about you?”

“hm?”

“don't you want to talk about it?”

you blinked. “why would i?” you asked, which earned a scoff from scaramouche.

“i'm sure yun jin was more than just a stranger to you.” he said, looking at you with his indigo eyes. “and i'm sure finding out that she was the bad guy wasn't as easy as you tried convincing yourself it was.”

eyes wide, you stood there, frozen, before avoiding his gaze. “it's… it's nothing.” you lied.

“you know you can't lie, especially not with me.”

you huffed, resting your cheek on your hand as you continued avoiding his stare. “i'm fine.” you lied once again.

suddenly, scaramouche cupped your other cheek as he tilted your head to look at him, his face mere inches away from yours. his empty can of beer was long discarded from his hand now as he had placed it on the brick railing.

“you can talk about it, okay? i'll be here to listen.”

you stared at him with wide eyes, unable to form a single word.

“...fine.” you said, his hand still cupping your face. “i still get nightmares from it.” you finally said, earning a hum from scaramouche.

“yun jin was a friend to me. she was there whenever i needed her, she was always by my side during our time together, and she always comforted me, even after that fight we had.” you started. “it just– it feels weird that she was the serial killer all along, and that means that all of her time spent with me were all meaningless.”

you exhaled heavily. “i know that getting attached to other people while being undercover is the number one rule you should never do, but i really thought i had that special friendship with her.” you sighed. “she even promised me that we'd get transferred to the fatui precinct one day, even though i'm already here and that she only said that to mess with me.”

“but i guess it's just a lesson for me to never be trustful of people easily, even if they seem innocent.” you referred to yun jin, who used to be the most innocent girl you know, who's now someone that only served you the darkest nightmares.

scaramouche retracted his hand from your cheek, pulling you into a hug instead. you were taken aback for a second, before you reciprocated his hug, wrapping your arms around his figure.

you inhaled deeply, relishing in the familiar scent of his, that was oddly comforting to you. you're not sure if it was because you were already used to the smell or if it was the fact that you had hugged him a bunch of times that you'd remember his scent.

scaramouche rubbed circles over your clothed hips. you two had long discarded your official police uniforms, now wearing ugly christmas sweaters that childe had managed to get you both to wear them.

it was really cold out, but the warmth emitting from scaramouche was enough to warm you up.

you were the first to pull away, your arms still wrapping around his, as he was too.

“well, sad moment aside. we have matching wounds now!” you tried lighting up the mood, but instead, made it worse.

scaramouche stared at you with a perplexed expression, not sure if he was supposed to be disgusted or humored.

“what?” you smiled, grinning at him. “come on, it's funny! it's not always that you see people having matching gunshot wounds!” you winked, earning an eye roll from scaramouche. “well, matching tattoos, sure, very common, very boring, but matching gunshot wounds? that's totally extraordinary!” you continued convincing scaramouche until he too, was laughing along with you.

giggling, you looked at him fondly. “see? if you're laughing then it must be hella funny!” you exclaimed. “we should totally get a world record or something for this, don't you think?”

scaramouche merely shook his head as his laugh died down, until he was only smiling at you.

you brought up a hand to brush through his violet hair, pushing out the strands that were in his way.

the ravenette turned his head away shyly, hiding away his blush, earning a small chuckle for you. he was deep in thought for a few seconds, causing you to raise a brow.

“something on your mind?”

scaramouche snapped to reality at your question, turning around to face the brick railing once again once he fully pulled away from you. you did the same, still looking at him worryingly.

“i, uh– i just remembered that i got you something.” he said as he shoved his hand in the back of his pocket.

“hm? what for?”

“christmas gift.”

you furrowed your brows in confusion. “i thought you hated christmas, let alone the gifts.” you muttered, earning a nod from the ravenette.

“i do.”

“so why go out of your way to get me something?”

scaramouche stopped fiddling with the small box in his pocket. “well– um, just– just take it!” he stammered, and you slightly chuckled at him.

he slowly took out the object from his pocket, bringing it up until it was in your view.

“here. open it.”

in his hand was a small velvety black box, which earned a small gasp from you at the sight.

you hesitantly took the box in his hand, slowly opening it. a necklace with an amethyst pendant shaped into a small heart greeted you.

“kuni, this is… beautiful.” you stared at it in awe, before shaking your head. “no, um, i can't accept this. it must've been expensive, you should return it.” you closed the box back, handing it back to him.

“take it.”

“i can't accept something that must have costed a fortune–”

“they said no refunds.” he cut you off, and you huffed.

scaramouche opened the box instead, taking out the necklace from it as he stepped towards you. he opened the clasp as he put the necklace on you himself, closing it once the necklace was wrapped around your neck nicely.

he stepped back to look at you, smiling to himself.

you fiddled with the heart pendant in your hand, looking at it for a moment before you sighed. scaramouche turned away to continue looking at the building surrounding the fatui precinct.

“i didn't get you anything because you've always hated christmas gifts.” you said. “tell me what you want for christmas, i'll get it for you as a thank you for getting me this.”

scaramouche was silent, and you were worried he didn't want anything from the beat of silence. he, however, hid his face from your view to hide the blush that was creeping up his cheeks and ears as he said his next words.

“i want you.” he whispered, only enough for him to hear.

well, it was enough for you to hear. “what?” you stood there frozen, unable to wrap those words around your head.

were you really sure you heard the right thing?

was it just a figment of your imagination?

scaramouche was hesitant on saying it once again, still contemplating whether he should do it or not.

you just need one last push to seal this relationship.

his therapist's words played back in his mind, and he sighed.

fine, he thought to himself. this is the only chance you got.

“i want you.” he said it once again, this time more loud and clear for you to hear.

you stopped fiddling with the necklace he had given you earlier, hand falling to your side as you stood there, completely frozen.

it was comical, the winter air was nipping at your skin, and you really thought you were already frozen up from the cold if it weren't for scaramouche tugging at your sleeve.

“you've been quiet for the past minute.” he said, slightly pouting. “do you… not like me?”

“n–no! it's not that!” you quickly denied, hands coming up to make gestures. “it's– it's just um– i– i don't know!” you squeaked, turning to hide your flustered face. “i didn't think you would uh– have a thing for someone like me.” you mumbled lowly, hoping that scaramouche wouldn't hear your incoherent words.

“i only have a thing for you.” he replied, causing you to jolt. scaramouche didn't mind as he continued talking. “i… love you, y/n. seriously. i want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

you stopped, snapping your head to look at him.

“h–huh!?”

scaramouche cleared his throat, looking away to avoid your gaze. “i– i know we've been enemies for the longest time, but this case changed my views on you. now, i can't even stop thinking about–”

the ravenette was swiftly cut off from his words when you suddenly cupped his face in your hands, leaning in until your lips slotted into his.

scaramouche stood there, still in shock as you continued kissing him with your lips, that were really warm and soft to him.

it only lasted for a second before you pulled away. you inhaled and exhaled heavily, suddenly out of breath.

clearing your throat, you looked at him with flushed cheeks. “i–”

your words were cut off when scaramouche pulled you back into the kiss, one hand resting at the back of your neck, the other resting on your back.

you closed your eyes in content, bringing down your hands from his cheeks to wrap your arms around his neck instead, sighing into the kiss.

the kiss felt like heaven. it was gentle, yet filled with so much passion. the soft lips of his touching yours was something you had never expected to experience, yet you had no complaints.

if anything, you hoped this kiss would last forever.

you pulled away, breathless, once again. taking a moment to recollect yourself, you exhaled. “as i was saying–”

you were cut off once again as scaramouche kissed you, yet again. it seemed like he was still not satisfied.

grumbling, you pulled away, this time cupping his cheeks with your hands to prevent him from leaning in again to take your breath away.

“l–let me breathe and finish my sentence!” you huffed, breathing in and out as you stared at him.

scaramouche, was, well, pouting at you with that puppy eyes of his. he broke eye contact as he looked away, sulking. “s… sorry. i just wanted to do that for a while now that i got ahead of myself.”

his confession caused you to sputter into a nervous wreck, the words you intended to say died in your throat almost immediately. groaning, you retracted your hands from his face, falling to your side as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

“you're so bold when it comes to things like these.” your words were muffled from the skin of his neck, your warm breath fanning his bare skin.

scaramouche sighed, circling his arms around your figure as he pulled you close. he didn't bother replying to you as you two stayed like that for a moment, relishing in each other's presence.

“i love you too, kunikuzushi.”

you pulled back to look at him, and giggled as you witness the sight of his red cheeks that were forming from both the cold and your small confession.

scaramouche looked away quickly, turning his head sideways as he avoided your loving gaze. you brought up a hand to make him turn back to look at you, thumb caressing his warm cheek.

“so, that time when you were drunk and said that you were in love with me was true after all?” you teased, earning a groan from the ravenette.

“yes... i meant that.” he huffed as he looked at you grinning.

you suddenly frowned. “is your shoulder really okay though? will it be fine if i touch you around here?”

“it's really fine, y/n. don't worry about it.” he said, before smiling to himself, in which you slowly did the same.

you raised a brow. “what?” you asked, amused, grinning from cheek to cheek.

“i love you.”

you smacked his cheek lightly, flustered as your cheeks flared. “you can't say that out of nowhere! those words are still new to me!” you complained, causing scaramouche to chuckle.

“aren't you gonna say it back?”

“no.”

scaramouche pouted, giving you those cute puppy eyes once again, brows furrowing and all. “o–okay, fine! i love you too, happy?” you rolled your eyes.

“mhm, more than happy.” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you once again.

you took a second to react, before kissing him back, thumb continuing on caressing his red cheek as he smiled into the kiss, pulling you closer.

as if the archons have heard of your new relationship, it suddenly snowed, the snowflakes coming down from the sky as it landed around the two of you, tufts of white landing on yours and scaramouche's hair and clothes, but you both paid no mind as you continued on kissing, relishing in the moment on christmas eve, just a few minutes away from christmas.

—

far from your view, the whole squad was squeezing by the window to look at the scene in front of them, unable to prevent themselves from being nosy.

out of nowhere, a sniffle came, then, a loud cry.

everyone turned to look at childe as he wiped his tears with a tissue.

“dude, what the hell are you doing?” arlecchino asked from beside him, nudging at his shoulder. “you're embarrassing yourself.”

at this, he sniffled even louder. “they– they finally kissed! you have absolutely no idea– how long i've been waiting for this moment to happen!” his words were slightly slurred from his current situation, crying his eyeballs out as he looked at his two friends finally together.

“you've really got to find yourself a new hobby…” she muttered, before she ignored him as she continued looking at the two of you outside.

“aren't they gonna get cold?” pierro asked.

dottore snorted. “they're too busy making out to even think about that.” he curtly replied, eyes glued to the window. “probably won't even budge if i call them.” he waved his phone in the air, causing everyone to groan and grumble at him.

“you're gonna startle them, idiot.”

“go back home!”

“who even invited him?”

he frowned. “stop it, guys! i'm just kidding, let me stay here, please! i don't want to be left out!” he pleaded.

the sounds of everyone bickering went unperceived by the tsaritsa as she looked at you two from the corner of the room, eyes slightly tearing up.

looks like her years of hard work trying to get you two together had finally paid off.

sorry for edging you guys lmao it was fun while it lasted!

since this is the last chapter before the epilogue, i would like to give out my sincerest gratitude to everyone who've gotten this far into this series. it's been a long journey writing for ma, and the countless amount of support everyone has given me throughout this whole process will never be forgotten. i hope this chapter was something that everyone had expected and hoped for, even if it's long as hell. next chapter will be the epilogue, and i hope everyone would still be there as we come to an end with mission accomplished. thank you once again and have a joyous christmas celebration!

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[astrobydalia]

more observations (lost count)✨

Hello guys! Life's been crazy lately and I barely have time to make any of the master posts I wanted to, so you'll be getting lost of observation posts that I've been collecting in my drafts for the past months. As always, enjoy!

❗️long post

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✨ Sagittarius and Aquarius are so fucking similar. Both of them are chaotic af, love their freedom and think they're smarter than everyone else. People who have both of these in their big 6 have the most unhinged

✨ Libra is WAY more obsessed with perfection than Virgo

✨ Whenever I had Libra or Taurus ASC on my Solar return chart I was lazy AS FUCK. I had no motivation to work whatsoever during those years, all I wanted to do was vibe and enjoy life. I also felt very relaxed and stress-free, when difficulties came I just went with the flow

✨ What is up with Gemini risings and always feeling intellectually insecure all the time? Literally their #1 insecurity is feeling like they are dumb or like they’re not good enough for highly abstract and intellectual tasks/professions. They come across as someone immature who lacks wisdom or has a superficial/simplistic view of things. I feel like this is because they attract people who are a bit of know-it-alls (Sagittarius DSC) and they have a reputation for being scattered-brained (Pisces 10th house) so people tent to infantilize them a lot.

^^^But let me tell you this not true at all, Gemini risings are some of the most brilliant people I’ve met with so much potential. Their problem is that they allow overthinking to get the best of them and end up doubting themselves 24/7. These are the type of people who have amazing ideas but they never pursue any them. They really struggle making decisions for themselves, they always need to ask for opinions first which is not a bad thing but this makes them come across as incapable or as someone who lacks self-sufficiency

✨ Mercurial signs (Virgo and Gemini) like to focus on concrete things and immediate reality, they process life by connecting one thing at a time and taking info as it comes, they focus on what's going on around them cause Mercury is all about multiplicity and details. With Jupiter signs on the other hand (Sag and Pisces) one thing about them is they don't care about details as long as things make sense as a whole, they see life from a more broad and general perspective, they prefer having a birds eye view of things because Jupiter is all about expansion and therefore it likes to encompass many things at once. This is why Virgo and Gemini rule mundane life themes and immediate reality while Sag and Pisces are more about general life lessons and higher knowledge

✨ Scorpio moons/8th house moons are the definition of an energy vampire fr. They just have a really poor understanding of healthy emotional boundaries, they expect you to give your all but aren't willing to reciprocate and always turn everything into a manipulation or mind game somehow which makes it pretty exhausting to be around them in the long run. Don't get me wrong, most of the ones I’ve met were very and good people but they always end up taking my energy away and make me feel emotionally burnt out

✨ Mercury-Mars aspects have this "it is what it is" mentality and really dislike over complicating things by reading too deep into them. They tend to think things exactly as they seem. This does not mean they're simplistic, on the contrary this makes them surprisingly insightful fast thinkers and are not the type to be easily fooled

✨ I've seen people saying that hard aspects between Mercury-Pluto makes people misunderstand your words. This is not true, this happens with Neptune cause Neptune rules delusion, but Pluto is a very blunt and straightforward planet cause it's all about revealing the dark truths. Mercury-Pluto aspects makes someone very deliberate with their words and they know exactly what to say to make their message stick. You will understand their words exactly how they want you to understand them. What happens with hard aspects is that the native tends to have a more provocative approach in the things they say, they don't care if you're offended by what they say as long as what they say makes an impact. People can misunderstand their intentions because of this, but not their words

✨ The ironic thing about Aquarius placements is that they are very good when it comes to connecting with the masses, the public usually feels very drawn to them because they're very good at appealing to collective values which makes them come across as relatable to many people as a result. However, when you actually try to relate to them or connect one-on-one, you will find yourself with someone that is surprisingly elusive, distant and more distrustful than Scorpio placements which is a huge contrast from the welcoming vibe they give off to the public. I've found that the only way you will get close to an Aquarius placements is on THEIR terms lmao, if they've decided they like you, it'll be them who will approach you and/or make the effort to engage with you

✨ A reocurring thing I've seen with Virgo placements is that they really dislike big changes and prefer to stay in control. I think this is not mentioned often cause it's kinda weird to say that about a mutable sign, but Virgos being mercury+earth ruled they feel comfortable relying on facts, data, observations, etc and they use all this tangible info to navigate reality, that's why they rule daily life and routines because they invest a lot of their energy on factually understanding and categorizing their reality (earth signs in general are very attached to the tangible). Their mutable nature shows in that they easily use their knowledge to adapt, find solutions and fix what’s wrong but when they are in situations where these "categories" prove to be useless (aka Pisces themes), they get very triggered cause that means they no longer have control of their reality

✨ That being said another reoccurring thing I’ve noticed with Virgo placements is that they love to predict things. But not in a mystical sense it’s more like they enjoy understanding things in such way that they’re able to easily put a label on them and easily predict what’s going on or how something works

✨ I have not seen a single Taurus placement who didn’t have the most insanely sexy and pleasant voice ever. Doesn’t matter if they sing of not, just hearing their voice is so delightful

✨ Aquarius Mercury really believe their opinions are the most ultimate and correct opinions out there. They are certain that their judgment is always 100% objective (aka always true) so in their mind if you slightly disagree with them that means you’re mediocre, dumb or narrow-minded.

✨ There's always a duality in all mutable signs. Sagittarius can be very humorous and optimistic but also very dark and profound. Gemini can be curious and chaotic but also very analytical and logical. Virgo can be picky and perfectionistic but also very permissive and conformist. Pisces can be very compassionate and wise but also very detached and clueless

✨ Neptune does not do well in air houses/signs at all simply because air energy rules (different types of) information and connections, while Neptune is all delusion and confusion. Also air energy is purely cerebral and rational while Neptune appeals to the unconscious

✨ I have not fact-checked this but I feel like it's safe to say that Mars rules testosterone. Testosterone is a hormone associated to violence or impulsive behavior, sex drive, red blood cells (blood), masculinity, etc That's literally all mars

✨ People always talk about how Capricorn moons have had a rough life but I've noticed this is also very true for Sagittarius Moons?? Responsibilities are not imposed on them like Capricorn, in their case they have to build up wisdom about life through pure and raw experience without anyone giving them a heads up or any pointers first, that's why they grow up feeling like they're fully on their own. Things work out for them at the end but they always have most MESSY life experience it's really crazy

✨ Both domicile and afflicted Mars are ambitious and determined but the main difference is that Libra/Taurus/Cancer Mars need to find some type of enjoyment or fulfillment in their goals in order to get motivated while Capricorn/Aries/Scorpio Mars find motivation in the challenge and endure through stuff they don't find pleasant

✨ From what I've seen males with Scorpio placements are very superficial and will gaslight as a lifestyle. They are the type of people who look the other way or brush things off or never takes anything seriously and I've noticed they do this so they never have to take accountability.

✨ Neptune/Pisces energy either gives “glamorous and ethereal” vibes or “weird in an extremely cringe way” vibes, there’s no in-between

✨ A reoccurring thing I've noticed with those who have Chiron in Taurus/2nd house or Chiron-Venus is that they often have dubious morality or double standards because they don't have a solid values

✨ Every single Libra Moon/rising female I’ve met embodied the material girl stereotype. They really have this “instagram girl” vibes to them if that makes sense

✨ Those with Sagittarius in the 5th house can actually find a lot of joy and happiness in becoming parents or they have a lot of fun with children

✨ Scorpio Mars can't stand not knowing what's going on around them and at first I thought this was bc they were suspicious/paranoid but then I realized it’s because they’re just controlling as shit. They come across as very chill and care fee but they’re actually SUPER controlling dude. Even when they know for sure that they can trust you and you’re doing nothing wrong they still want to keep taps on you and won’t leave you alone. They won't bluntly violate your privacy but will still find ways to always know what you're up to

✨ The resentful and spiteful stereotype associated to Scorpio actually belongs to Leo placements imo. They can be very reactive and childish when you insult their ego and will make it very known that they won't let it go

✨ Cancer North Node people always have some sort of issue or inner conflict with of having kids. They feel drawn to the idea of becoming a parent but deep down they low-key don't? I've also seen many women with this placement who had fertility issues

I have the theory that these natives are conflicted in this topic because they see family as an achievement or a societal expectation (Capricorn south node) so in this life time they have to know what it's like to desire a family for the right reasons and not because they feel like they 'should'

✨ Capricorn risings really are hyper-aware of their public image and how others perceive them. That's why they always end up becoming very popular and respected, cause they know very well where they "stand" publicly so they know how to successfully curate their own reputation. It's not surprising to see this placement a lot in celebrities

✨ Pluto in the 12th house are genuinely unsure of who they can trust which leads to a lot of paranoia and projection. The type to ignore the most obvious red flags but then automatically doubt your loyalty cus you spoke in a suspicious tone

✨ Pisces/12th house placements 🤝 disappearing. Y’all shit on Gemini for ghosting but have you ever met a pisces/12th houser?

✨ Saturn in 5th house people had parents (namely father) who were overly critical of them and their self-expression. Doesn’t necessarily mean they were unsupportive of the native but they were quite hard on the native’s creativity

✨ I've seen a lot of bullies/mean girls have Aquarius placements. Honorable mentions: virgo, Leo, libra

✨ Neptune-ASC people are really good at making themselves invisible when they want and/or making parts of themselves go completely unnoticed even if they're bluntly obvious. I've noticed they actually get away with a lot cause they have this tendency to not be accurately seen by others if that makes sense

✨ Neurodivergent individuals usually have Mercury harshly aspecting (conjunction, square, opposition and inconjuction) Uranus and Saturn. Said Mercury is more often than not in a water house/sign/degree or in Aries. Of course not everyone with these aspects will be neurodivergent, but it's just a pattern I've seen

✨ Pluto-ASC people most of the times fail to have a lighthearted view towards life. They always want to look beyond the surface of things which doesn't really allow them to enjoy life as it is. They often get a reputation for looking too deep into everything and in turn the Pluto-asc native often sees others as superficial

✨ Virgo risings are huge conformist and won’t go after anything that’s outside their immediate boundaries. They only make an effort towards things that are accessible and will quickly lose interest in anything that has difficult availability or requires them to go way out of their comfort zone. They're overall pretty self-serving.

✨ I know several people diagnosed with OCD. All of them have Virgo AND 6th house placements, 22º in their big 3, Scorpio Mercury/Moon and Mercury dominance

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[lynn-tged-posting]

so i've been working through the tged webnovel (really, really slowly) (but im getting there!) (it's been REALLY fun i love their banter so so much i wish there was more of it in the webtoon)

and i keep thinking back to chapter 43, where lloyd is surveying the wetlands and arcos comes with him

i don't really have much new insight, i just think about their interaction in this chapter a lot, especially since it's one that doesn't show up in the webtoon adaptation

arcos going out of his way to spend time with his son, and making him a lunch that he knows his son loved, all as an unspoken apology

because "how could he", right? how could a father hate his son and only start to love him again when success has been found? that's so haunting to realize; that someone you loved so much, someone you raised and nurtured, someone you knew the favorite foods of and why, could become someone you hate. and then, the son you once raised, the son who became a stranger, went and grew up without you.

did i give up too soon? did i abandon my own son? ... what kind of father does that? ... right?

and so he does what he can to offer repentance. he takes time out of his day to engage with what his son is doing. he shows that he still remembers his son, the boy who would rather eat boiled eggs and tomatoes over any other dish. he offers it all in a basket, carrying the love he feels he should've given to lloyd a long, long time ago.

... and it's not even the original lloyd frontera who receives it.

we don't get to know what suho is thinking in this moment, but i think his silence speaks volumes.

... because "how could he", right? how could this fraud in another man's body accept this silent apology that isn't truly owed to him? this man, this baron, this father, is asking for forgiveness when he had every right to be angry with the original owner of this body. and he doesn't even realize, because how would he possibly know his original fate? only you do.

this wasn't meant for me ... right?

but suho doesn't reject him, either. he doesn't interrupt arcos, he doesn't leave. they sit together and eat boiled eggs with honeyed tomatoes in silence.

it makes me wonder what suho is thinking about, what he's feeling, what he's remembering...

because (and call me crazy, call me speculative) heaven knows the love language of an asian parent.

here's some cut fruit. here's your favorite snack. here's dinner. i've brought it here to you.

you're working so, so hard. i'll support you, i'll be here. don't worry about anything else, just keep growing.

i love you, i love you, i love you, attached to every plate.

"this was your favorite food when you were young. ... i should have given you as many boiled eggs and tomatoes as you wanted."

and again, it's a little bit of speculation from me, but i think that's why suho doesn't say no, why he lets arcos make this apology. it's a piece of what he misses most.

and so they both leave a little bit healed. "the basket was lighter on the way home. and albeit very slightly, their steps became lighter as well." it might not have been between the right souls, but it's a weight lifted nonetheless.

... all this to say that i am absolutely MOURNING that this didn't make it into the adaptation!!!

i understand that with comic adaptations, there are going to be some cuts to ensure pacing and workload stays reasonable, but this would've been absolutely devastatingly emotional (/pos) to witness visually,

because what would lloyd's (suho's) face look like? what expression would he make, can we visually see how he feels? and arcos, what does he see when he looks at his son? fatherly love and solemn regret, painted all over his face, what does that look like to the adapter? to the artist? to us?

and in general too, we lost the characterization and relationship of arcos to suho; i really, really wish it made it in :(

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[cursedkeyboard]

Funnily enough, I've never been too big of a Jason Todd fan. Not because I don't like him, he's a great character, but because DC fails over and over again to give him justice and treat him right.

The number of times alone this boy has been beaten by his adoptive father, betrayed, and forgotten are far too many, far too much.

And the constant portrayal of Jason as this volatile, violent, mindless man is tiresome, lazy in all senses of the word and overdone. I understand that Jason was unstable after he left the pit, I mean, who wouldn't? The trauma of his death alone could've sent anyone crazy, but then to experience everything else afterwards, including having to come to terms that Bruce not only did not kill his murder but also replaced him, leaving Jason to grieve what was once his and what he should've gotten, of course he'd be less than okay.

Again, I'm not the biggest Jason Todd fan but I do wish more people would see just how much good Jason has in his heart, how kind and gentle he can be once his walls are down, when he's no longer constantly analyzing your actions and wondering why would you bother talking to him, getting closer to him.

In my opinion, a man who is so gentle with children, who constantly gives second, third, and fourth chances to people who don't deserve it, who despite it all still wants to make a change and protect the city that failed him, couldn't possibly be anything but the most caring partner. Not just partner, no, also brother and friend.

We all know what he did to Tim and Damian, there are reasons, such as his mental instability at the time and rage, and though those are not excuses, I believe Jason would still drop everything to go save his family. He might complain, he might brood, but family is something important to him even when just looking at them hurts him. He lost his loving mother, stepmother, far too early and it's not hard to imagine that even with all the pain and grief inside his torn heart, the little boy inside Jason still craves the warmth of a family.

Just look at the way he treats his friends, at the way he helps them through situations no one else would, how caring and attentive he is. Jason is gentle, sure, he is rough and mean and he's got blood on his hands, but Jason is made of love.

Jason was made to be loved.

So I think, whether platonic or romantically, Jason would treat you so well. He'd scold you for not wearing warm clothes during winter, "We're in Gotham, you fucking moron, you wanna freeze to death?", all while wrapping you with his jacket or scarf. He'd make sure you're eating at least something every day, and if not, he would immediately put you under his arm, maybe over his shoulder, and take you to the nearest food chain he could find, "I don't want to hear you complaining about headaches when all you had today was a cup of coffee and gum.".

Lord, he'd be torn between freaking out and being extremely annoyed that you got hurt, be it at work, a fight, or just out of clumsiness. But no matter what, his hands would always be so, so gentle when touching you. The tip of his fingers brushing under the injury, as light as a breeze, his other hand holding the back of your neck, or your bicep, perhaps even your hand just to make sure you're there, with him.

Jason would both hush you gently, "I know, sweetheart, we're almost done.", and also tease because he's a little shit at heart, "If you had a little more awareness than a ten year old this wouldn't have happened, idiot."

And physical touches? Oh, love, Jason is a sucker for intimacy.

I know for a fact he wouldn't be comfortable for a long time with anyone in his personal space due to the torture he went through. The trauma would make his skin crawl any time someone got too close or brushed past him, he'd hate it so much because it makes him weak but also because he can't let anyone try to hug him without feeling sick to his stomach.

And with you it's no different. It would take a long time, a lot of trust being built up, conflict and confessions, maybe he'd even open up to you with his head on your lap as you brushed his hair softly, a big, big step for him after years of not letting anyone close. He'd tell you about the Joker, about having hope in Bruce, about his biological mother. And he'd feel vulnerable like a child when you wipe his tears gently without a word.

Once he starts craving your touch, though, regardless if you two have a platonic or romantic relationship, Jason is putty in your hands. Forehead kisses when you part ways, cuddling on the couch while he reads and you're on your phone, thighs touching when sitting close, even a little bit of hand holding when he's stressed and needs to play with your fingers.

He's like a big cat that's constantly making his way onto your chest, stealing your breath and making biscuits on your skin, making sure you're giving him sufficient pats every day.

It's a little part of him that he's barely able to properly allow space for. There's still so much hurt in Jason, so much confusion and desperation, hatred and upset, that he'd probably still close off sometimes, try acting tough so you'd see how fucked up he is, how he's not truly worth of your love.

And yet.

And yet all it'd take for him to go soft and pliant in your hands would be a single touch, cupping his cheeks, brushing his skin softly with your thumbs, right under his pretty emerald eyes, making sure his gaze is on you and only you. Just like that, he'd slump his shoulders and bring you into his arms, breathing a sigh of relief and squeezing you close, your heartbeats synching.

He wouldn't remember when he started feeling safest in your arms but it'd feel like it was since forever. Like there was no one else but you.

Jason was made to be loved, though he is a little broken and a little tainted, lost like a child and hateful like a sinner, your love might just be his salvation, something he's greedy for, selfish for, even when he's so hesitant of somehow hurting you.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

We Are Ep.14: Part 1/3

Hello!!! =D

Welcome back to my crack posts!

Part 2, Part 3

Ep 14 ruined me, just so y'all know. I'm honestly scared for what the next episode will do to me. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Warning: long, long post 😊😅 (also divided into three parts this time because I wanted to screenshot the whole damn thing, but this is next best)

I did not expect Q to be the one to stand up for Phum, but I wasn't really surprised after the last ep. Previously, he'd be the first one to go up in arms, but he's starting to understand maybe everything isn't that straightforward, and despite his friends meddling in his own relationship, he wants to leave Peem alone.

Conclusion: he's a very good friend.

Of course. I should've known something like this would come up 😭

Of course they've taken baths together.

I love this friendship so much.

You again. 😶 I swear to the gods, this guy will give me high blood pressure or something. Please please just leave Peem, alone. Learn to take a 'no' and mantain social distancing.

Peem... you're too kind for your own good. (I get it though)

You have no right to say that, especially without knowing the full story. But I'm feeling kind, so you're still a (mostly) decent human to me. Try not to ruin that impression. And never, ever again say anything to my babie Phum. Ever.

Oh my gods my heart broke for Tan 🥺 Here he was, probably never having dated after he fell for Fang, so knowing that Fang had dated even after whatever they went through must be so painful to him.

FANG KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT'S WRONG AND HOW TO FIX IT.

Just like we see Tan waving away Fang's insecurities every time, Fang does the very same for Tan.

I love them. <33

🥺🫶🏼

They're both so whipped-

Fai: I didn't see anything 👀😗 (we all know she's fangirling so hard inside)

Fai is me, I am Fai.

No but, Phum, are you sure Peem staring at you for a long time won't make your heart race?

Whipped. They're both so goddamn whipped. *sighs fondly*

The horns I'm dying 😭😂

Phum wasn't even surprised 😭👍🏼

Okay, not the best impromptu band performance/concert I've seen, but this is Thai BL, and they need some music and at least like 10 scenes with some band to pass whatever standard of approval, so I'll let it slide. Also, I'm terribly fond of these idiots. <3

HANDS.

They're besties for a reason hehe

You're asking the question, but are you ready for the answer?

I have already gone crazy over this too many times, I really don't have the energy anymore.

Peem is definitely winning Best Non-Confession Confession of the Year Award.

Are we still talking about the painting, or...?

Honestly though, when he was saying this I got actual flashbacks of Phum kicking the ball into his painting and how their relationship developed from there till where they are right now.

HE-

He named it "Happy" because it's all the things that make him happy. 😶

I had to pause here to take a deep breath so I didn't break out in tears two eps in a row.

WHAT IS THIS SERIES DOING TO ME.

Also, taken together, they are a story in 3 pics.

I'm just gonna go sob in the corner.

When faced with that smile and that "na, Peem, na" how could he ever deny Phum anything 😭

Textbook definition of a blushing boy who just became boyfriends with his crush the boy he loves. <3

No, he thinks he's a babygirl and rightfully so.

THIS HUG. That's it. That's all I have to say. I have no words for how this made me feel, and will make me feel for the rest of the forseeable future.

I end Part 1 here. Part 2 and 3 will be out tomorrow (because they are quite a bit long and I have Thoughts about them that I need to write in detail)!

If you've gotten this far, thank you so much for reading!! 😊

Here, have a taco 🌮

[lestappenforever]

My ask is maybe a bit silly, and would probably go in 'sanity check' category. It is about Max, and how he is perceived. If I understand correctly, it is said he is mad max, bad guy, aggressive… and similar. Now, I know teenagers are sometimes a bit crazy, and from what I read he was actually very badly treated by freaking adults, fellow drivers, when he first joined F1, so maybe then he was a bit aggressive, and it would be even understandable… but still it is difficult to even imagine that. Because Max I see (I am only following racing since last year) is nice, soft, funny, polite guy, still more looking like an innocent kid than an adult, even appearing naïve (unlike the sweet, adorable devil that is Charles!), and obviously so nice towards rookies (Oliver and Liam-who himself said it). So am I delusional and see what is not there or for some reason he is so vilified (I guess most coming probably from jealousy and Netflix crap…). Oh and one additional observation, he always looks so much softer and somehow cuddlier and cuter on photos from his streaming at home… What do you think? One final observation, then I will shut up  Sometimes it seems to me that all the Lestappen moments and specila connection maybe come from the fact that when Charles came to F1 Max finally had kinda his person there. Because he went form father abuse to fellow drivers abuse, but when Charles came to F1, he had someone he could have a real relationship with, even if they fought and were a bit sulky almost teenagers still in the beginning, they got over it as they grow up. But Charles is his genuinely healthy, good, fun, friendly relationship. Having spent time as kids growing up of course also deepens the bond and friendship, but also mutual respect and understanding each other’s qualities. I don’t know if explained it well enough… P.S. I LOVE your fics!!!!

Hi anon, and thank you so much for this ask! I don't think it's a silly ask at all.

All these "Mad Max", being too aggressive, being mean claims etc. stem from two things:

1. When Max made it into F1 almost 10(!) years ago, he was 17(!!) years old. He was a kid — a literal child. And he was a cocky, arrogant little shit at that, as any kid would be making their debut in such a prestigious sport at such a young age.

2. Max haters who will hate him forever, no matter what, no matter why. They don't even need a reason; they're just determined to hate him and will do so forever.

But the thing is, and his haters especially seem to love to ignore this fact, Max was seventeen years old when he made his F1 debut. He was, for all intents and purposes, a child. I watched Max make his F1 debut, and I watched and read the way he was viewed and the reception he received from his fellow drivers, the media, and fans alike. And I watched these grown-ass men already on the grid when Max joined welcome him by treating him like shit. These adults were so threatened by this kid who came into the sport without having to go through the same ranks almost every other F1 driver has to go through to get there, such as several years in F3 and F2 (Max only spent a year in F3 and skipped F2 altogether), that they did virtually nothing to make him feel welcome. Quite the opposite, in fact. It was so fucking sad and infuriating, and I lost a lot of respect for many drivers because of it. And if I'm being honest, anon, that's what made me decide Max would be my favorite driver. I can be incredibly spiteful when I want to be, and watching Max get slammed and slandered from so many directions from the very beginning made me want to be very spiteful. That's what made me decide that I was going to support that kid like hell. And I haven’t looked back or regretted it since.

I cannot stress this enough, and I know I've said it so many times before already, but: Max Verstappen was a child when he made it into the world of F1. But he's not a child anymore, which a concerning amount of people seem to be blissfully and willfully ignorant to. Max has grown and matured so much in the years he's been in F1. And, like most other people, Max Verstappen the adult is not the same person as Max Verstappen the teenager, or Max Verstappen the child. And he hasn’t been anything like his 17-year old self in a long, long time. But this, of course, is something his haters will never accept or acknowledge.

I truly believe, from the very bottom of my heart, that Max is always so nice and welcoming towards rookies, always willing to lend a hand or giving them advice, always going out of his way to praise and support them, because practically no one ever did that for him when he was a rookie. And that speaks volumes about his character and the kind of man he has grown into since making his debut.

You're not delusional at all, anon, and having only followed F1 since last year means it's not surprising that you don't see the very outdated and frankly incredibly incorrect persona the people who dislike Max will always keep trying to convince themselves and others is still him. Because it isn’t — not even close. Practically every single person who has worked with or been around Max in the past few years all say the same thing: that he's funny, easy-going, and one of the genuinely kindest people on the grid. And that means a hell of a lot more than the opinions of people who have never and will never know him, and have made it their personal, sad mission to hate him. So you keep holding on to the impression you have of him, anon, because that is a far more accurate representation than the image some people are so hellbent of painting of him. (He’s definitely not naïve, though, not even close.)

And I absolutely agree: he looks even softer and cuddlier when he's streaming at home! I love streamer!Max so much.

"When Charles came to F1 Max finally had kinda his person there". <- You are spot on with this, anon! I've talked about the special bond I think these two share in the past, like in this post, and so have many others. (@tsarinablogs @valyrfia @thearchercore to name a few - highly recommend checking out their blogs if you haven’t already!) It truly seems like they have never, and will never, see any other driver as a big a rival as the other, and the numerous accounts of their karting days from people who got to watch them battle first-hand from such a young age definitely backs up that claim. And I think that's so beautiful, and it's one of the many, many reasons why these two are so dear to me, and why other F1 ships will never be able to come close.

P.S. That makes me so happy to hear, anon, thank you so, so much. 🥹❤️

[lykaios2]

hi moot! i hope you’re doing all right. and i hope this is a good time for a request!

i saw that you do mutant mayhem requests and wanted you to do some headcanons. let me explain! how would being in an active relationship with the turtles be like? all the turtles or just donnie or leo, you pick!

love your writing, i’m so glad to have met you! 🫶

sincerely,

sky

ugh! yk, I'm glad to have met you too ❤️

this was a fun little request, ran my brain through the wringer because for some reason I don't think I've fully figured out the mm!turtles personalities yet (not as much as rise turtles anyway)

anyways hope you enjoy! ❤️

Leo:

-During the first while of your relationship, Leo is so very awkward

-It might not seem like he loves you, but he does

-He’s just trying to learn what it’s like to date someone

-Once you two have been together for a while, he starts to get more comfortable

-He’s learned his way of properly showing his love for you

-His favorite thing to do is walk up behind you and rest his chin on your head while wrapping his arms around you

-It makes him feel like he’s letting everyone know that you’re his, and he’s yours

-He’s definitely the type to be sappy out in public, but he doesn’t care at all

Raph:

-Raph tends to overstep some boundaries in the beginning

-He’s lived with three brothers his whole life, so pretty much anything went

-He apologizes profusely when he does do it though

-He’s very fond of the sweet little intimate moments you two have

-Being loud and crazy (and sometimes angry) all the time is a little tiring

-So when he gets a quiet moment to sit with you and hold your hand or rest his head on your shoulder, it’s the best thing in the world to him

Mikey:

-Towards the beginning, Mikey treats your relationship more like a friendship

-Not in that he doesn’t do romantic things

-But if someone were to see you two out in public, they probably wouldn’t think you’re dating

-He thinks of dating as a friendship, but you like the person even more than your best friend (sorry Mondo)

-He didn’t make many friends in the sewers, so to make an extra special one like you means the world to him

-Over time he learns that you do enjoy the romantic things, so he tries to do them more

-He’s very chill about it, because he doesn’t quite understand all the things that certain gestures can mean

Donnie:

-When you and Donnie first get together, he wants to be by your side as much as he can

-He’s constantly sitting next to you, asking what you’re doing, how you’re feeling

-Basically as close as he can get without invading your personal space

-There’s been more than once where you’ve had to remind him to back up little

-To which he responds by apologizing and feeling very bad about it

-While he knows he can’t have it, he sometimes has dreams about having a relationship like in all the animes he watches

-And no matter how many times you do it, a kiss on the lips will always fluster him

[lilysbookshelf987]

New camper: Percy Jackson x reader (daughter of apollo)

A/n: thank you so much for giving this a read! This is my first time writing for the PJO universe so let me know if you like it! Requests are open! No NSFW or Smut! Enjoy

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"Good morning" Percy said tiredly, greeting his best friend Grover at the dining pavilion, taking a seat next to him.

"Morning" Grover replied, "hey did you see Annabeth on your way here? She's usually the first one here and I haven't seen her yet"

As if almost on cue she was walking towards the boys, an excited smirk painted across her face.

"Camp Half-Blood has a new camper!"

"What?!" replied Percy

"She showed up late last night, all alone. Chiron told me she had been hurt pretty badly but he took her into the infirmary and gave her some Ambrosia"

"She took it? So, she's definitely a half-blood?" Percy asked

"Yep! We should be meeting her later today" Annabeth was ecstatic, she loved new campers!

--time skip--

As the day went on there was still no sight of the new camper. Word had made its way around camp and people began to take their guesses as to who was her parent.

"I hope she's in our cabin!" A child of Aphrodite had said

"No! I bet she HAS to be in ours! Showing up without a Satyr by her side means she's a warrior"an Ares kid chimed

"As long as she's not in ours I dont care" a tired looking Hermes kid said.

It was almost dinner time when Chiron had found Percy, sparring with someone from the Ares cabin.

"Percy can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Yeah sure" he said, removing his helmet and recapping his sword.

"Im sure you've heard we've had a new camper join us."

"Yeah it's all over camp" he replied

"Ah yes. Well let's say she hasn't been thrilled to learn about her new family. Reminds me a lot of you when you first came here"

Percy thought back to his first few days at camp. He was confused, scared, angry, and very much overwhelmed.

"I was wondering if you could help ease her mind by speaking to her. You understand what she's feeling better than I can."

"And im not half horse" Percy smiled

"Yes there is that" Chiron chuckled

"Alright I want to meet her!" Percy agreed. He really did want to help, but he also knew how jealous Annabeth would be that he met her first. The two walked into the big house and there she was, staring down at her feet.

"Y/N, this is Percy, son of Poseidon. Percy this is Y/N. I'm sure you two will get long swimmingly" Chiron chuckled at his own joke, "I will give you two some privacy" with that, he left the room. Leaving the two teenagers alone.

An awkward silence filled the room, when finally Y/N broke the silence.

"Son of Poseidon, huh?" she asked

"That's me" he smiled, proud of the title he held.

"That's crazy, the gods don't exist!"

"They do exist. I know it all feels a bit insane at first but-"

"A bit?! My whole life i've had these things coming after me and I didn't understand why. I thought I was insane and seeing things, but apparently that's normal?! And my dad? The reason he's neglected me my whole life was because he was a god?! There's just no way"

"Hey, it's gonna be ok. I know how you feel. I felt like that when I first got here. All my life my dad wasn't someone I had thought about much because I had my mom, and thats all I needed. Then I find out that he's now the most important thing in my life? I had so many emotions, but if you just give this place a chance? I promise everything gets a lot less scary"

This seem to get to the girl. She started to tear up.

"Ok, i'll try." she whispered

"I'll show you around and it'll all be ok, I promise."

The two made their way around camp, Y/N was mostly silent. "The sun is so warm here, it's not like that where I'm from"

"Everything is a little bit stronger here."

"I can tell" she smiled

"So, do you have any idea who your dad might be?" Percy asked, careful not to poke at the sensitive subject.

"I think but I'm not sure. My mom used to talk about Apollo, a way she never did about other Gods"

"Ok then...then we have to find a way for him to see you! If he see's you, he'll claim you!"

"Yeah but how?"

"Gods dont claim you because they feel like it, you have to work for it" Annabeth said, inviting herself to the conversation.

"Y/N this is Annabeth, daughter of Athena"

"Hey" Y/n said

"Percy have you taken her to the archery field? Apollo kids thrive there"

"No I didn't"

"Seaweed brain c'mon!" Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Lets go" she led the two there and put a bow and arrow in Y/N's hands. The girl had fired it easily and hit the bullseye.

"Beginners luck?" y/n asked

"Go again" Chiron said, but before she could something came flying down at her, she shot it down easily.

"That could've killed us" Percy said, mouth agape, "and you shot it down with ease!" he said

"Look!" One of the campers said

Y/N was becoming engulfed in a bright light and a sun appeared over her head. She was now an official resident of cabin 7

[f1orza]

Austrian GP thoughts, sorry if I'm not very articulate 🤓 just rambled really not proofread cause I'm busy

Do I think the collison was Max's fault? Yes. Do I think that the contact was inevitable and BOTH of their faults? Also yes.

Max shouldn't have moved during the breaking but they were both driving aggressive. They both wanted to be first, they both know what's it's like to be first and they won't settle for second now. I think in Lando's case he seen that if he wants to be first he has to try harder? Or that you actually have to be "agressive" to get onto that top step.

Do I think Lando was being childish? Yes. And I'm saying this as a McLaren fan.

Though I also think that any sport where you're fighting for first is inherently a bit childish. Might just be because I have siblings and we always used to fight over first place as kids 🤷🏽‍♀️idk

That doesn't justify Lando's response. Even when you're upset and running on adrenaline, you should be able to be handle your emotions I think. (I know as humans it can be hard) but if you're on live tv being broadcasted to millions of people...you should have a better handle on you're emotions; even if you feel you've been wronged, because no one will listen to you if you are acting like that. If you're levelheaded about it people are more likely to listen,(woman experience this all the time.) He needs to work on that and on taking responsibility as well, because the blame isn't 100% on Max.

That's one thing I can say about Max, I wasn't here for the "Mad Max" era but from videos and word of mouth, I can tell he's matured a lot and you can definitely see it. Max had every reason to be upset after this race (but not really), he had a good lead against Lando until RB's slow pit stop and then he went from first to fifth and some might say that's not bad, he still got points, and etc. That's not the point - his race was still affected but he did not go on live tv and speak badly on his friend.

They need to - like Max said - cool down and speak about it afterwards. I personally don't think it is worth ending a friendship with someone I considered a good friend but maybe they see it differently idk. It's something they need to talk about before the next race. And if they believe that it was worth losing a friend over, especially when they know this is situations that happen in racing then....

And I've seen a lot of people mentioning Lando still wouldn't have been first, even with the 5 sec penalty, he would'v been second with George being over 10 secs behind, I can understand why he believed Max ruined his race.

Some of y'all have a very bad habit of taking things fans do out on the drivers. If the FANS keep voting him DOTD that has nothing to do with him, if you want others to win then yall might need to vote more ig 🤷🏽‍♀️ and the chanting on the podium is again rude and nasty behavior but that again has nothing to do with Lando, I can promise you even if he would speak out it will not change anything, people will do what they want and what they feel they are entitled to do. I've seen it happen in so many fandom spaces, some people just don't care. Lewis has told people not to hate George after last race and I can guarantee that there is still people that do.

Now I've also seen people talking about Lando's attitude, I agree on some things and disagree on others. And this isn't me being a "Lando crazy fangirl" trying to justify his actions but I'm just telling it how I see it. So if you disagree okay, but do not start shit with me okay? 🙃 cause I know y'all like to fight around here 🤥

I think Lando feels stuck in that wasted potential. Where people having saying for years you have the potential to be a champion and even with all the hardwork you do, it doesn't feel like it's being shown. And especially as someone who went so long without a first win. Everyone's saying McLaren made a mistake by re-signing you or that your teammate is more deserving of the first seat. You feel like you're letting people down: you're team, family, fans and yourself. Not to mention all the hate you've been getting for NOT winning, then you'll definitely be in a bad headspace. And now that's he's won and KNOWS he can win, he'll want it all the more. He has the fastest car on the grid right now, he IS a good driver (contrary to what some of you believe), and he is a bit more optimistic than last year. Now that first is within his grasp, he's been hungry to get a second one. And I think he's been a bit overconfident about it, but that's honestly all drivers, I think if you are upset about Lando's ego but not other like Ocon than you dislike Lando for other reasons and are just finding excuses now. Even more so knowing he is second in the championship standings. Now that you know you're capable of being first you wouldn't want to settle for second, just like Max. Max constantly talks about not being there for second place but many of the other drivers feel that way, Lando is clearly one of them.

Do I think Max should have just let him go by? no. Because this IS racing and if you want to be first and become a champion you have to work for it. Max has never been the kind of guy to just let you pass him, not even for a friend. So Lando needs to understand that if he wants to keep fighting Max in the future. If you want to prove everyone right or wrong, only YOU can do that and by being overly eager and dangerous, well it clearly doesn't work in your favor 😭 (sorry lando 🤧). Only thing is you do is improve yourself and I'm not surprised that Max is a champion when he is always driving be it racing or sim. If your competitor's are doing a 100% you need to be doing 200%, that's the only way to get to the top.

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Sleepy Swap

I absolutely hate family vacations. Don't get me wrong, the vacation part is pretty nice. The fact that I'm with my family is the problem. Each year we go to some new crazy location, which would've been fun if they didn't embarrass me every single moment. Normally it's some dumb place within the states, but this time we're going out of the country. I turned 18 a few months ago and just graduated high school, so my parents thought it was a special occasion. Oh, it's going to be special all right - it's the last time I'll be forced to go with them! As soon as the summer's over, I'm moving across the state for college, and hopefully I'll never see them again! But for now, my parents set their sights on Brazil. I guess that's where they went on their first trip together. But I'd rather go to much cooler countries like France or Japan.

So, arriving in Brazil, we moved through the airport - me, my dad, mom, and little sister. There were so many hot guys and good looking people in general walking through the halls. I wanted to flirt with them so badly! But my parents would probably call the police if I went out of their sight for a single minute. We took a taxi and arrived at our hotel room. I found out that there were only 2 bedrooms - one for my parents and one for my little sister and I. I can't even jerk off in the privacy of my own bedroom anymore! I unpacked my stuff anyway, just as my mom walked into the room.

"Are you hungry, kids?" I hate being called a kid. I'm 18! Nobody seems to understand that I'm a legal adult now!

"Yeah," we both replied.

"How about we visit some of the local places to see some culture?"

"Lame," I said.

"Jackson, YOU are going to go with us and YOU are going to like it!" My mom ordered.

"Fine."

Outside the hotel, my dad arrived with our rental car. We drove through the streets but ended up parking in what looked like the poor part of town. I thought we were going to a nice restaurant?

"What the hell are we doing here?"

"Language, Jackson! This is what I was talking about! What better way to see the local culture than to visit the local marketplace?"

We got out and I looked around. The roads and buildings were all run down and there was a gross scent in the air. The marketplace was thriving anyway, but the people there were all ugly. No hot guys! We bought some kind of pastry, eating it at a nearby table. It tasted awful! When we finished, we all split up to explore the rest of the marketplace; I didn't even bother to look at anything else because I knew I wouldn't find anything good.

I walked down the road and saw an open garage-like area with some people inside. Outside sleeping in a chair, was an obese guy with a belly so big, it hung right out of his blue tank top, and covered his knees entirely! His belly button was so big, you could probably fit an entire fist in there! He was probably the grossest human being I've ever seen in my life! It was guys like that that made me feel at least somewhat grateful that I'm so young and skinny.

I walked right past and suddenly he grabbed my arm. His eyes stayed closed though, so I guess it was some form of sleepwalking. I was disgusted anyway, so I jumped backwards and shouted at him.

"Get away from me you disgusting slob!" 

He stayed asleep even after that. But I definitely needed to wash my arm now. Who knows what kind of diseases he was carrying? I started walking towards a restroom, when I felt like I was being watched. I looked to my right to see a creepy old lady staring at me from between two buildings. She was so hideous, she looked like a witch! I ran inside and quickly washed my hands. I walked out of the bathroom, only to come face to face with the witch lady.

"Ahh! Who are you?"

"You don't like your family do you?" Is she trying to relate to me or something? Gross! I answered her anyway.

"Yeah. So?"

"Would you do anything to get away from them?"

"Yeah I guess. What are you getting at?"

"Nothing. Nothing you need to worry about." Anger rushed to my brain and out my mouth.

"Nothing? You can't just ask about my problems then offer to do nothing! Get out of my face you old hag!" Her smile changed to an angry frown but then back to a smile.

"Very well, you want me to do something? I will do something." She took a piece or chalk and started drawing a circle around my feet.

"What? Are you using your witchy magic or something?" I said, sarcastically. She ignored me and continued. With a full circle of purple chalk around me, she put her hands together and started mumbling something. The circle below me was glowing! Not just that, but I was actually sinking into the ground! Is this some kind of portal? If I could teleport to my college campus that would be great! Even better, a gay bar or somewhere I can freely be myself!

I sunk lower and lower until it was just my head and neck sticking out.  I looked up at her and said "Thank you." For some reason, instead of a friendly smile, it seemed like an evil smirk. As my eyes were about to fully submerge into the ground, I closed them.

When I opened them back up, I was sitting down inside, but was disappointed that the same bad smell was in the air. Looks like she teleported me, but it wasn't very far. I knew that witch was full of shit. I guess I should find my family again; it had been an hour and they were probably worried. I tried to get up but something was wrong. I looked down to see what was keeping me grounded when my heart started thumping extremely fast. Gone was my slim body, which was replaced with an overly large hanging gut. What the fuck happened to me? Is it touching my knees? Wait, I recognize that gut! It can't be! I've turned into that one gross slob! Was this that witch's way of getting revenge?

I didn’t want to, but I felt compelled to touch the gut. Unlike before, he was completely shirtless so the massive hanging blubber was visible for everyone to see. I looked at my huge sausage fingers, and poked it. It jiggled. I took my whole hand and pressed into the flab over and over. My whole belly rippled like a body of water. It was actually kinda fun and felt nice. No, what am I doing? I gotta get my body back.

Trying to get up was the hardest part. I had to summon all my strength in order to force the weight of the gut off of me, and plant my feet on the ground as hard as I possibly could. When I got my ass out of the chair, gravity took hold of my gut and I nearly fell over. Slowly, I got myself back onto my feet.

I couldn't even see the bottom of my gut but I could feel it touching my knees! I grabbed the bottom of it and shook. I stuck my hands between the overhang and my waist, and felt a river of sweat hiding underneath. I swear if I ever get back to my body, I'll never insult any fat guy ever again!

I tried walking back to the same bathroom I was just at, but it was more like a waddle. The gut was swinging back and forth, slapping my knees every time, pain with each slap. My back was killing me too. My entire body ached! How did this guy let himself go this far? I squeezed through the door and saw my face for the first time in the mirror. I had gray hair and silver stubble. I was an old man! My whole face was huge and I had a double chin. This can't be happening. I'm only 18!

I walked out of the bathroom just as my family strolled by. Finally! For once I was happy to see them! It'll be weird but I'm sure they can help me get back to normal somehow. I waddled over, approaching them, and freaked out when I saw…me! There was a college aged guy who looked exactly like me alongside them. Is he the owner of the body I'm in? He must be!

"Hey it's you! You have my body!" Everyone turned around, surprised to see me. My parents narrowed their eyes.

"What? What's this about bodies? Who are you?" My dad demanded.

"Mom, Dad, its me, Jackson! There was a witch that swapped our bodies! That guy isn't me!"

"What? Who do you think you are, talking to my son that way? Get out of here creep!" The guy in my body pretended to be just as confused as they were. That liar! Instead of taking any action, they just walked away, shaking me off as just some homeless creep. They probably assumed I wouldn't be able to catch up to them…and they were right. I felt exhausted already, but managed to shout one last sentence at them.

"Wait c-come back! I'm sorry! I'll never complain about vacations again!" The guy who stole my body turned his head around and gave an evil smirk at me. I looked to my right to see the witch again.

"You wanted to be away from them and your wish was granted. Here, you might want this." She tossed me what looked like a shirt, but it was huge. "Paolo gets especially lazy sometimes and doesn't feel like putting on a shirt. You'll get used to it, but here's one just in case."

I wanted to argue but I couldn’t. I just…gave up. I was feeling tired so I slipped the shirt on, pulling it as far over my belly as I could, and waddled over back to the garage area. My knees were killing me at this point so I stood next to the chair I was sitting on earlier, rotated myself, and firmly plopped onto it. All the pain went away and I started feeling drowsy. I rolled up the shirt a little and stuck my finger inside my belly button, playing with it. Am I getting hard? I shouldn't be so turned on but I am! I then pressed my belly in, seeing and feeling the ripples until I finally fell asleep. Haha…Maybe this won't be so bad afterall. I'm finally away from my family, and I can just sleep the day away…everyday…

[sinematically]

Clark Kent and his Mystery Boyfriend

Audience: General Words: 2.5k Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen, OC - Katie, Perry White. Dick Grayson and Timothy Drake make a lil appearance too Read it on AO3

Summary: Clark Kent had a long-time boyfriend that no one had ever met, so naturally they assumed that this "B" Clark spoke of didn't exist.

Clark Kent had a long-time boyfriend that no one had ever met, so naturally they assumed that this "B" Clark spoke of didn't exist. They’d been together for a long while, according to what Clark was saying. The timeline he hastily established almost made it look like Lois and he broke up because of this mysterious B. 

But, knowing Lois, and knowing the boy scout Kent, the office just assumed Clark made up a fake boyfriend so people wouldn't ask about the breakup with Lois. They always looked at him with pity, patting his shoulder when he would share stories of their frankly unbelievable dates, maybe passing a comment or two, knowing he would never hear them. 

Until maybe a year into the "relationship" there was a large bouquet on Clark's table with a note written in code. Clark seemed surprised when he spotted the roses. Clark smiled, neatly moving them onto a safer spot so he wouldn't accidentally knock them over and didn't address it. He didn't need to glance at the code more than once to read and decrypt what it meant. Lois, of course, did. She picked up the card and spent a good 4 hours decoding the message on it. When she finally got the last pieces of the puzzle she burst into laughter 

"Holy shit, Smallville, your boyfriend is batshit crazy!" she said and dissolved into another fit of giggles. 

The office got used to seeing random bouquets delivered to the office. Sometimes Lois got them too, but her bouquets were usually pink or white roses. Clark's were always deep red, long-stemmed roses nestled in a bunch of baby's-breath flowers. 

Yet, the assumption that he didn't exist, or at least if he did -- he wasn't all that Clark made him out to be, didn't go away.

3 years into the relationship, Lois was fed up with all the office gossip.

Really, the tipping point was when Steve started a betting pool. His theory? Clark was dating Metropolis’s very own Lex Luthor. Understandably, Lois was pissed. So, during one of Clark's off-world missions sick leaves, she gathered everyone in one of the conference rooms and told them they were allowed one question each. She could choose not to answer them, which would result in the person getting another question. 

"Who is he dating?" 

"I'm not telling you that, Cat" 

"Is he hot?" 

"...Yes. He is" 

When Clark was back at work, he noticed how there weren’t a lot of whispers, or nearly as many judgements being passed as he sat down. They even started asking questions. Clark knew Lois was behind this somehow but as long as they didn't know who Clark was dating, he was fine with the questions. He even answered them as honestly as he could. 

This is how the Planet found out that Clark was dating a single father. 

"Wait do they call you Pop?" Katie asked. She was new to the Planet and had only been at her job two weeks when Lois held the secret meeting. She was very intrigued by the whole thing. 

Clark flushed a deep red, "Oh, no, oh god no, no... uh, yeah no. I mean, I've known the kids since... yeah, I've known them as long as he has but no... They're adopted so, you know, they don't even call B dad, they wouldn't, yeah, no" 

Katie always asked the most questions. She was how the office found out that Clark spent a weekend in Paris, but she kept to herself that they went and watched a Broadway play the weekend after. She also clocked that Clark’s suit from the Christmas party was custom-tailored to fit him perfectly. She was very flustered when she realised Clark was packing a lot of muscle. 

Katie was also the first (outside of Lois, Jimmy and Perry White) to put two and two together. All the expensive dates, impromptu vacations, a secret man from perhaps… Gotham? She got transferred to the investigative journalism team afterwards.

Her stories were smaller, and she picked up a lot of sports and celebrity life pieces, but she worked out of a little spot next to Jimmy’s table, across from Lois and Clark’s. 

/|\^._.^/|\

It was nearing a decade into their relationship now, 7 years. Clark had been off-world, just re-entering the atmosphere when the explosion went off. He didn't hear Jason when he called out for him. It broke him.

Perry didn’t ask too many questions, just for an approximate time frame before approving Clark’s time off. When Clark, teary-eyed and at a loss for words, tried to explain himself Perry shook his head. “No father should have to go through that, both of you… go to Gotham, be with him” was all he said. 

But, following the fate of many couples who lost their child, Clark and B broke up. Only Lois, Jimmy, White and Katie knew.

The office caught on once the flowers stopped. The rumour mill began churning again, and it wasn't long before Clark snapped. But of course, Clark Kent snapping didn't look like a regular person snapping. 

Clark Kent snapping looked like a panic attack, running away from the bullpen and towards the roof of their building. Katie glared at the people near the water cooler who had been talking about how sad Clark looked. Lois and Jimmy had followed him up. 

Clark had been given the rest of the day off, while Perry held a meeting with the staff reminding everyone of workplace conduct. Lois was seething with rage, shooting glares at various people in the room. Katie sat next to Lois, furiously typing into her laptop. Jimmy flashed an apologetic smile but didn’t say anything. 

Clark came back to work the next day and did very little at his desk, he was later assigned a piece that required him to visit Central City for a few weeks. The gossiping had died down by the time he was back. Lois, Katie and Cat had taken it upon themselves to strike the fear of god into anyone caught gossiping, and the office had learnt their lesson.

Clark looked like a kicked puppy most of the day, till he slowly started feeling like himself again. Weeks passed, then months, before they had their usual Clark back. The office was starting to learn how much they missed their boy from Kansas.  

Then the Daily Planet was brought by Wayne Enterprises. Clark Kent put down his papers the day the deal went through. 

Most of the office was out, they’d been given a parent-company sponsored lunch as a welcome into Wayne Enterprises. Perry had stayed back to finalise some of the details over a call with Lucius Fox. Jimmy and Katie were sitting across from each other, franticly texting Lois who was on her way back from the airport. 

"Kent! Don't you dare walk away from m- KENT!" Perry's booming voice practically rattled the windows as Clark walked away, calmly, from the editor-in-chief's office. Perry waited, threw his hands into the air and then slammed the door to his office shut. He was back on the call almost immediately, apologising to Lucius for stepping away so abruptly. 

Clark calmly cleaned his desk out, while Jimmy leaned against the tall cabinets, chewing on his inner cheek. He was charged with stalling Clark, so Lois could talk him out of quitting. Katie was keeping a watchful eye, hoping she was subtle enough not to set Clark off again. 

"Maybe you should just talk to him" Jimmy offered.  Clark snorted, "Yeah, because I didn't try that, what... a thousand times?"  "Well, maybe then you should… respond? He’s been reaching out, this is him reaching out right?” Jimmy said, crossing his arms.

"And what? Wait for an apology? Or worse, hear him say he wasn't sorry at all? That I should just go back, be ok? You don't know him like I do... I'm- I'm not putting myself through all this again. I tried, I tried to be there for him but I can't keep giving and giving and giving if he doesn't want to take it" 

"He's trying too! Okay? This is him trying," Jimmy said, like a desolate child.

"He's not the only one who lost his kid, Jimmy" Clark said, loudly.

Jimmy didn’t think he could stop Clark as he walked towards the elevator. The doors shut silently.

Lois burst through the elevator doors forty seconds later, her heels clicked loudly as she marched towards the conference room. She had a phone jammed between her ear and shoulder, her left hand held her heels and her right hand her laptop. “You better have a good fucking reason to pull this shit” was the last thing Jimmy and Katie heard before the door slammed shut. 

Clark was back at work a week later, with a significant pay hike and a new laptop waiting for him from Wayne Tech’s latest line, “Made to be Indestructible” was the tagline. Lois had 3 bouquets of roses at her desk, lunch from her favourite sandwich shop around the corner and a new coffee machine was being installed in the office cafeteria. “For Lois Lane” read the note slapped onto the new coffee machine. 

No one knew what happened, they were just relieved there were flowers in the office again, and a new coffee machine.

It was this same year Wayne Enterprises sponsored a field trip for all Gotham Academy students to come visit the Daily Planet. One of the kids -- introduced himself to Lois and Clark as Tim -- had slipped a note into Clark’s pocket asking for a meeting. Tim had written that he had a message from the Gotham Bat. Clark, after reading the note, exhaled a slow deep breath. He asked the teenager to follow him into one of the conference rooms, and 25 minutes later the kid left the room smiling. 

Clark was back in Perry’s office, requesting more time off, saying he needed to sort out some family issues. Perry looked at the kid who was hovering around Lois, then at Clark, and then back at the kid who had moved on tinkering with Jimmy’s camera. 

“It’s Thursday now, and you’re not scheduled to come in on Saturday, are you?” Perry asked, but before Clark could reply, Perry continued “I’m giving you one day, and no pay. One day. If I don’t see you in your seat Monday morning, I don’t care who you’re with Kent, you’re out!”  

Clark came back to work looking visibly less stressed. He had a bounce in his step and if Katie’s surprised yelp was anything to go by, he had a poorly concealed hickey on his collarbone. 

Lois had yet again been sent a very nice lunch spread, and Katie’s table had a small bouquet of yellow roses. Jimmy was pouting, mumbling about how he had a lot to do with the change too. At lunch, Jimmy found a brand new camera and a new laptop from Wayne Tech at his workstation.

It was a day of celebration for the office when they finally saw a bouquet of deep red roses on Clark’s table. 

Clark, as usual, set them aside so he wouldn’t knock them over. 

/|\^._.^/|\

Many more years passed, and the office had gotten used to the stories. They also wanted, desperately, to meet Clark's B

Clark was spending the weekend at his mother's, and his boyfriend’s kids spent the weekend with him because B was caught up with work. Together, they’d baked enough pie for the whole office - Perry White was in a good mood for a whole afternoon after the cherry pie. Clark was telling Lois about how his last movie date ended with his boyfriend passing out on the couch, so Clark naturally carried him into their room and tucked him into bed, while they waited for Perry to assign their assignments in the morning.

Stories about Clark’s boyfriend were as normal as hearing Perry’s loud sigh of frustration, Lois’s heels clacking as she paced the bullpen floor, convincing a senator or governor to give her a name or a number. It was as routine at Cat Grant's gasp followed by whatever gossip was being announced to the pen. As common at Katie and Jimmy flirting, or as Kevin and Ben bickering, and Steve hitting on an intern. The flowers never stopped, and neither did the lunches. 

Once in a while, on a special occasion, the whole office was treated to Clark’s boyfriend's generosity. When Clark has gotten his first Pulitzer nomination, or for Lois’s second win. When Katie finally got her first investigative piece bringing down a big Pharma company went viral, or when Lois got engaged. 

Clark’s first and Lois’s third Pulitzer was for their piece on Cadmus’s illegal genetic cloning. It had been the biggest news story for months and got their paper a new set of eyes. As a congratulations, Perry had taken the whole team out of drinks. 

It was that night when the office first saw someone from Clark’s home life. 

A man in his mid-20s had snuck up on Clark in the middle of a conversation with Lois and loudly congratulated him. No one recognised the kid, so they didn’t pay too much attention. 

All except for Cat Grant, who had the pleasure of meeting Richard Grayson on multiple occasions. Most recently at Bruce Wayne’s charity gala. She connected the dots, but sadly the wrong ones. 

When Clark had gone to the bar to fetch Lois and Katie another drink, Cat went up to him. “You’re seeing him, aren’t you? Richard Grayson?” She asked. 

Clark almost dropped the drinks, looking bewildered. 

“Dickie? What? Cat, are you insane? Dick isn’t even…” Clark needed to take a second and let out a deep sigh “He was 13 when B and I got together. 13! And his name doesn’t start with B, for chrissake!” Clark shook his head, walking towards the booth where Dick, Katie, Jimmy and Lois were seated. 

Cat, disheartened she guessed it wrong didn’t rearrange the puzzle pieces to make it fit. She just got herself another glass of wine and joined their table, sighing loudly when Dick introduced himself to her. Lois looked at Clark, who shook his head mouthing “Don’t ask” 

A few moments later, Perry stood up and demanded Lois and Clark make a toast. Lois went first, while Clark tried to get out of it. He was in the process of being dragged onto his feet when the last guest for the night joined the party. 

“Oh hey, B, you made it!” Dick said loudly, bringing attention to the man dressed in a black suit, taking off his coat dusted with snow. He was dressed very fancy for a bordering-on dingy bar in Metropolis. He nodded at the bartender who seemed to recognise him, but that wouldn’t be fair because who wouldn’t recognise Bruce Wayne? 

The man’s face was plastered across a few magazines, many tabloids and a few billboards around the city. He was one of the richest men in the world, one of the most desirable bachelors in the country and he was smiling at Clark like he hung the moon in the sky. 

“B…” Clark trailed off and moved to hug him 

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT, CLARK IS FUCKING BRUCE WAYNE” Cat Grant gasped 

/|\ ^._.^ /|\

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[confused-gender]

Monsters PT2

Summary: You survived for so long. The yautja came to clear out the xenomorphs and to find you.

Warnings: slight swearing.

It's been six months since Du'sa saved me from death and brought me to his home planet only to figure out that his mission to save me was supposed to fail all because Jeanette wanted me dead and not alive. Still can't believe she tried to kill me after me being here for only an hour. I sigh as I look out of my huts window. Du'sa thought it would be best if I lived in my own hut. Guess he doesn't like having guests stay with him long. I shake my head and walk away from the window. Okay, what are my plans for today. Du'sa gave me the day off from training since we just got back from a hunt a few days ago. It went incredibly well. I've been on multiple hunts in these past few months, but that wasn't until after my training with Du'sa was deemed good enough. Although I was human, I was still regarded as one of the best hunters this planet has seen. They respected me, and I respected them. I was pulled away from thoughts when a knock was heard. I look over and see the elder at my door. I bow in respect to him and kindly greet him. "Hello, Vi-Zata. What brings you here today?" I asked him. He smiles at me, and I motion for him to come in. "Came to see my favorite kv'var-de." He spoke. I gave him another look and let out a chuckle. "You know me too well, Oomani-di. I've noticed how no one has tried to court you." He said with a small smile. I look at him confused. Court me? What does that mean? Like try to date me? "I don't understand Vi-Zata. Court me? Why would someone want to do that?" I asked him.

He tilts his head out of curiosity and lets out a chuckle. "Oomani-di, you make me laugh. So many of my yeyin sain'jas are hulij-bpe about you." He spoke. My face immediately became bright red from what he had told me. "How many brave warriors are we talking about here? Why would they be crazy about me?" I ask in a shy tone. He just shrugs and goes to leave. "Wait, Vi-Zata, you can't just drop all of this on me and expect me to be okay with this." I said to him angrily. He ignored me and waved goodbye as he walked out of my hut. I shook my head and quickly followed after him. "Vi-Zata please hold on a minute!" I yell to him, but he disappeared in the busy street. Son of a bitch. I should have known he was only coming to visit to leave me confused or angry. That man loves bothering me. I groaned and looked around. Maybe I can talk to Du'sa about this? I'm hoping he's home and can spread some light on what Vi-Zata was talking to me about. I begin to walk towards his hut where only to walk into someone. "Sorry." I say quickly. I went to walk around but a hand on my arm stopped me. I looked to see one of the trackers from my previous hunt. "Oomani-di, do you have a moment?" He asked me. I tilted my head and looked at him. "I have something to give you." He told me. Before I could say anything, I felt myself getting pulled away from him. "She doesn't want that gift." I hear a familiar voice say to him.

I turn my attention quickly to Du'sa. "How do you know she doesn't want my gift?!" I hear the other yautja ask angrily. "I'm right here! I don't need anyone speaking on my behalf!" I said loudly. They both stop looking at each other and then at me. I ripped my arm free of Du'sa's grip. "Oomani-di you don't understand what he means by giving you something." Du'sa said to me. I let out an annoyed sigh. I turn my attention to the yautja that had stopped me originally. "A-Bho'tath right now isn't the right time for a gift. Maybe come another time." I told him sweetly. He stared at me and then looked at Du'sa. "Is it because he's already started the process?" He asked me and tilted his head slightly. This in turn made me tilt my head in confusion. "What process? Look I don't know what's going on or why you're giving me something." I told him truthfully. A-Bho'tath clicks something to Du'sa before letting out a small laugh. He turned to me and presented a skull to me. What the fuck! I turn to Du'sa, who looks pissed at what was happening in front of him. His body rigid and his mandibles flaring. I turn my attention back to A-Bho'tath. "Uhm what is happening?" I asked genuinely confused. "He's trying to start the courting process." Du'sa said angrily. I looked at A-Bho'tath and give him a kind smile. "I do appreciate this but no thank you. You seem like a nice guy and all, but I don't know you well enough to give you the same feelings back." I told him. A-Bho'tath looked at me shocked that I rejected him. He got up in a huff and bumped roughly into Du'sa as he walked by. 

I quickly put my head down and walked out of the public's eye when I noticed some yautja staring at what was happening. I have never been more embarrassed and guilty than this before. My huts cloth door fluttered behind me from how fast I walked through it. I sat down on the couch and covered my face with my hands. Should I have just accepted the skull he presented to me? A soft knock came from the door of my hut. "Come in." I said quietly. "Can I get your help with something?" I hear Du'sa say softly. I uncovered my face and looked at Du'sa. My eyes widened with worry. I see a very beaten up Du'sa standing at my door. "Du'sa what happened?" I asked while rushing over to him. He lets out a soft chuckle and pats my head. "Do not worry too much about me, Oomani-di. I'll be fine." He said to me softly. I helped him to my couch and then quickly went to grab my first aid stuff. "Du'sa please tell me what happened!" I yelled from the bathroom. I quickly came back with the first aid kit in hand. I kneeled in front of him and opened the kit up. "It was a minor fight that's all. I wasn't going to let A-Bho'tath bump into me without putting him in his place." Du'sa spoke so nonchalant as if this was an everyday occasion. I mean I have seen yautja fight all the time but never have I seen anyone challenge Du'sa. I know they push each other as a challenge to fight and that means... "Please don't tell me it was over me." I said just above a whisper. I was afraid that my thought was true. "Oomani-di I think we both know the answer to that." He told me softly. Oh... so I'm the reason why he's hurt. I felt my eyes water. I started to clean the small cuts he had on his body and tried to distract my mind with the task at hand. I tried my best to not cry, but a few tears slipped out. Once I was satisfied with my work and patching him up, I quickly packed the first aid kit up. 

When I went to get up, I felt Du'sa place a hand gently on my shoulder. I didn't dare to look at him as more tears escaped from my eyes. I didn't want him to think I was upset with him or anything when, in reality, I was upset that I was the one who caused him harm. I should have just accepted the gift, and none of this would have happened. "(Y/n)... Look at me." I hear Du'sa say softly. I refused to look at him. I don't want him to see me crying over him like this. "(Y/n) look at me." Du'sa said sternly. I shook my head. I couldn't look at him, and even if I wanted to, I wouldn't look him in the eyes. I feel his hand gently grab my chin so he could turn me to look at him. Once our eyes met, I felt the tears freely fall down my cheeks. "Come here." He speaks. He pulls me off my knees and on to his lap. He held me tightly to him while he was purring to calm me. "(Y/n)... I'm fine I came to my favorite doctor to patch me up. It was a minor fight for me. If anything, A-Bho'tath looks worse." He tells me with a small chuckle. "Du'sa but you still had a fight with him over me. I'm not worth fighting over." I told him seriously. I gave him a serious look, and he matched. "My mate is worth fighting over, actually. I'm not going to let anyone try and steal you from me. You said it from day one that I'm your protector." He spoke. Wait, what? 

Did he just call me his mate? I didn't mean mate when I called him my protector. "I... huh?" I couldn't even figure out what to say to him. The words jumbling up from the anxiety that is now coursing through my body. He chose me over the many females who have thrown themselves at him. "Why me?" Was the only thing I could think of to ask him. He tilts his head a bit confused on what I had asked. "Why me? Why not one of the many female yautja that are all over you? I'm not as strong or even as powerful as those ladies are. I probably wouldn't be able to carry your pups. I-." He cuts me off by putting his hand up. "Oomani-di I do not care about those other females. I knew from the moments my eyes landed on you for the first time that I had to make you mate. You survived for years with those xenomorphs and somehow outsmarted them. Even after I told you to stay put you still left and tried to survive out in the woods. You somehow avoided three of us. You literally put your scent in a different direction to put us off your trail for a bit. The females here don't have my attention like you do. I don't care if you can give me a pup or not. You're the only thing that matters to me. You accepted the skull I gave you in a heartbeat which means you have accepted me as your mate." He tells you. I looked at him confused for a moment as I racked my brain for a skull, he gave me. "Wait are you talking about that bird like skull you gave me?" I asked him. He nods his head. I felt more confused because to me I thought it was just a cute little trinket to put out for show or something. "I'm lost here. How does that skull mean I choose you?" I asked confused. He lets out a small chuckle. "Maybe I should have taught you about our culture a little bit more instead of training you so much." He mumbled to himself. "Wait is this what A-Bho'tath was trying to do? In your culture you give gifts in order to court someone?" I ask trying to make sense of everything. He nods his head. "A skull is usually the gift to start the courting process. So, if the person we are trying to court takes it then they have accepted us a mate." He explains to me. I nod my head. "Wait so you're one of yeyin sain'jas that the elder was telling me about." I said with a smile.

 He nods his head. "The number one contender for your heart actually." He said proudly. I blushed and smiled brightly at him. "Number one huh?" I asked. He nods again. "Well, I guess if you were number one then you deserve a prize don't you." I said in a matter-of-fact tone. He tilts his head confused. "(Y/n)-." He began to say before I straddled him. His body went from a bit tense to more relaxed. His hands immediately fell to my hips. I leaned in and began to pepper kisses all over his face. The sound of happy clicking filled the air as I continued kissing his face. I pulled away from him after a few minutes. "I'm glad you choose me." I told him. He happily clicked something to me that I kind of understood but it was still hard to get some things. "You're always going to be my first choice." He told me softly.

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[mohgreal]

Hii long anon, I went anonymous because I felt self conscious about writing a lot and I'm new to tumblr haha. I think I've been going kind of insane over the DLC, mostly because it's just so. disappointing? Elden Ring got me into Fromsoft, and I loved the world building, but with the DLC it feels so. broken? Just full on contrived and boring. Miquella feels secondary to the DLC. The twist feels like they chose it because people liked the one character. Even "Evil" Miq could've been cool

Elden Ring also got me into Fromsoftware. I tried dark souls 1 for a few hours but I couldn't get into it and the lore didn't seem interesting enough to me. I tried dark souls 2, and then 3, and then sekiro, and then armored core...

none of them clicked. then I played elden ring and I LOVED IT. it's still one of my fav games of all time no matter how bad SOTE may be. It is very disappointing in so many ways. It feels unpolished and empty at times in terms of gameplay, and the lore...oh the lore.

It feels like they went with this weird no hope grimdark path for the dlc which I really hate because if everything is so dark, why should I care in the first place? To add, its not even cool like frenzied flame or destined death. No, it's just this bland sandwich of storytelling that feels so...nothing? I can't remember the last time elden ring lore felt so boring.

I would've loved to see "evil" Miquella if they leaned into it, not this half baked attempt at making him morally grey with the bewitching stuff. The bewitchment stuff is very inconsistent imo.

If they were going with a "evil" Miquella they could've had a corrupted deathblight Miquella or something. It would include Godwyn and give us that corruption fight alot of the fanbase seems to want. Since the eclipse failed (which is then never mentioned again in SOTE), he could've been infected with the death curse, and then turn 100 percent evil and go crazy. That would've been much more fun and interesting then we got. Hell, we could've had a morally white good and nice boy Miquella and it would've been better. It would give that undertone of hope elden ring so desprately needed.

I just don't understand the whole "boring griffith" approach on Miquella. He feels like a backround character in his own DLC, mind you. They couldn't even show us his face or full body. He barely shows up and only gets mentioned through his followers. I will admit I like how saint trina is written for the most part, even if I would've prefered a "evil" saint trina and "good" Miquella.

and there I go ranting about sote lore again, well whatever

[dragonridernoobie]

Be crazy after so many centimeters after Ganon sees his lover village destroyed and thought the last humans are long dead

Now imagine if Zelda after Botw and before totk takes place, found very few humans left who only came to gather a common poisonous plant ( to the humans they are edible and used for medicine) and when found they just instinctively ran from them knowing damn well they are not going to die off again as those human are descendents of the village who are lucky enough to escape

I will try my best, but I had to change the story a bit since I couldn't think of a way to write the story without doing so (currently), so I hope you enjoy this. Also, thank you for reading, and I am sorry it took a bit to post!

Zelda X HumanReader

It's been 8 years since calamity ganon has been slain by link. Hyrule has gone back to peace, but, throughout links adventures, he showed pictures on his slyika(idk how tf to spell it, spare me) slate of these beings that looked hyilan but dident have the ears, looks, and size. They looked bigger then normal hyilans.

Mostly by height, but link explained (yes, he talks because it makes it easier for the story) that they were extremely shy or skittish. They never showed themselves, and if anyone saw them, they would run or just disappear.

Though some older hyilans I've met said, they would rarely become aggressive and attack, but only if they were cornered. They also said they are able to make stuff from poison plants that shouldn't be possible since our scientists just couldn't find a way to make those poison or usless plants into anything.

I am hoping to see one or a few. I wish to know about them and know their ways. Since it was known, they used to be allies with the Gerudos and helped them in ways not known or forgotten in time. Sadly, there is record of hyilan gaurds attacking them in the past and killing almost all of them. Now they are known as an extinct species, but people do claim to see them from time to time.

I'm on my way to Faron(it's a location on the map) since there was a recent sighting of some of those "nomads." link is with me, but I don't know if he should be. I am not annoyed with him being with me, but I don't want them getting the wrong idea when seeing links sword.

Hopfully, I'll be able to show them I am no threat. While on our ride, link seemed to be on edge. He was constantly looking around and seemed to be seeing things out of his eye. While we rode, we noticed somone down at the river we where passing.

When we got closer, I quickly realized it was a nomad. They were gathering river herbs. When I tried to get off my hores, I sadly made some noise, and the nomad looked up and ran off. I quickly tried to follow but link pulled me back and arrows flue infront of us.

There, the people who shot at us were other nomads. They were pulling bows at us and were saying a language I dident understand but understood what they meant. I quickly raised my hands and tried to explain that we were not a threat. Link lowered his sword to show we went a threat.

They seemed to talk to each other about what link did and after a bit. They lowered their arrows. Link pulled out his slyika slate and held it out to the normads. They looked confused and talked to each other. After they talked, one of them gained the courage to reach out and take the slate. They seemed amazed when it turns on.

I realized what link was doing and quickly pulled mine out. I turned it on and connected it with links. I typed out some words and sent it over to links slate. After a bit, the normads see it light up, and it was showing our language, but they seem confused.

I tried to speak, but they quickly split ways and let an older normad through. It walls forward and looks at me and link. They spoke and turned around. The other normads waved for us to follow. When we did, we traveled in the forest for a while but soon came through the trees to see a small village.

There whernt even 50 of them at least 13 or 15. Did the old royal gaurd really cut their numbers down? While we followed them, they took us to a house where a human was. They were old but dident look over 60. They turned to me and link and looked annoyed.

(Y/N): "oh, great, hyilans."

Zelda and link where amazed that this human spoke their language

When zelda tried to speak, they spoke first and explained they were not welcomed here and that all hyilans should not be here.

When I tried to explain that those royal gaurds were not under my command when they attacked them, but she was sorry.

They explained that they do not care and because of hylians, they where on the brink of extinction, and that she is a willow because of them killing ganondorf

Me and link were surprised by hearing that. (Y/N) explained that the Gerudos where the only people who treated them kindly and did not try to destory then right after meeting them.

I told her to give us a chance to show us that we are no harm.

IL even do trades with them to help them. Since hyrule was not the same, it was all those years ago.

(Y/N) took a bit of convincing but agreed.

They showed us how to make medicine with plants that shouldn't be possible, and we showed them how to use technology.

We were definitely surprised that these normads are called humans, and they live for a very long time.

(Y/N) was 417 years old and they don't even look over 60!

Soon, the humans showed them all their ways and all the hyilan gaurds that took place in the massacre of these humans. Their names were stripped, and their names were shamed.

The humans were thankful, and they truly are thankful. Zelda made sure to set up a new law that all humans and half humans are now to be treated fairly. Zelda even offered land for the humans but they stayed where they where.

After 400 years, hyilans and humans have found prace.

[starnightlover]

Hi. Sorry, I just really feel like complaining. Obviously you can ignore this, I just have nowhere else to word vomit lol. I've been trying to shift since 2019. I've gotten into the void state for like 20 seconds but got too freaked out/excited and lost stability before I could manifest or shift anywhere. I feel like I'm going crazy. I've done the whole thing of pasting sticky notes with affirmations all over my apartment, had meditated for an hour or more a day for weeks at a time, listened to subliminals 24/7 and obvious tried all the classic methods like the raven method, julia method, etc, etc. I've had multiple lucid dreams where I tried to make portals and I've even had a lucid dream (or I guess I shifted) where I saw a "centre" for shifting with a bunch of islands and floating petals that we used as transportation between islands. I got a whole tour by some guide and he showed me other lives I'm currently living. That was like a year ago, and I haven't manifested anything significant or went anywhere since then. I'm going through a really tough time right now. I wouldn't have gone on like this if I didn't believe in it, but I'm just feeling really beaten down. I'm exhausted and frustrated.

Hi lovely, I'm so sorry you feel this way.

It’s understandable. But remember all the lucid dreams you’ve had and the void states that you’ve been in. They’re a reflection of your ability for shifting. You’ve been incredibly close before, and your subconscious mind is capable of doing so. You can take a break if you want, because shifting requires a healthy amount of persistence. Just remember that no matter how long of a break you have, you’ve come really far already. The void state is one step away from shifting. And don’t forget your lucid dream, where you basically saw your ability to change realities. Don’t take my word for granted. Just think about it. You can do it, you do have the abilities, all you have to do is keep going. You can take a small break if you want to rest, but don’t let yourself lose all your progress. Stay determined, stay motivated, don’t lose your abilities. You can do this!!

You’ve come so far, and you’ve been in the final stages. Don’t think about how it’s been years without a single shift. It’s been years where you’ve learned techniques, you’ve learned about yourself, you’ve honed in your shifting abilities. Just because you haven’t shifted in years doesn’t mean you’ve made no progress. This is just the next step in your shifting journey. Go forward. Take that step. Shift like nothing’s stopping you. You’re so close. You’ve had enough time to think about it. You’ve been here, wanting to get to your desired reality for all this time. You haven’t given up on it yet. You’ve kept coming back hoping, trying, dreaming, wanting to shift to the reality you want and finally be with your hard work! Why would you stop now? You owe it to yourself to keep trying. Don’t give up, because it has always been your dream to shift.

Your determination, drive, motivation, and dedication to shifting is so praiseworthy. It's been years since you started this journey, and you haven't given up! You've persisted for this long and you've gotten close so many times, it's almost impossible for you to not have enough abilities to shift realities. Remember all the things you've seen and experienced while trying to shift realities, all the things you've gone through and the efforts of hard work that you've put into shifting realities. Don't give up now. You just have to keep going. You can do it, I believe in you!

Keep going. Don’t stop now.

I mean, just think about it: you possess this incredible power within you to shape your own existence. You're not just a passive observer in the grand theater of life; you're the playwright, the director, and the star actor all rolled into one.

You see, the universe is like this vast, infinite canvas, and you? You're the artist putting forth the brush. Every thought, every belief, every intention you hold is like a stroke on that canvas.

Now, here's the kicker: you have the ability to shift to any reality you choose. It's not some distant, unattainable dream—it's within your awareness right here, right now. Reality-shifting isn't this Herculean task reserved for a select few; it's as easy as changing your mind.

You are the god of your reality, lovely!!! You have the power to shift!!! It's not about waiting for the stars to align or some external force to swoop in and save the day. It's about realizing that the power you seek has been within you all along. So, embrace it. Own it. Know that you are the creator of your own destiny. And when doubts creep in or challenges arise, remember this: you are god, and reality-shifting is as easy as flipping the script. You've got this. After all, you are god.

And remember! You don't actually need specific methods to shift realities; it's about tapping into your innate power as a being that is pure consiousnious not attached to any body, mind, or reality! . Every moment, you're making choices that shift you to a different reality, and reality-shifting to your DR is just as easy! It's just bevomi b aware of it. While methods and techniques can be helpful tools, they're just that—tools! The real magic happens when you tap into your own inner wisdom and intuition, trusting yourself to allow the process to unfold organically. Embrace your innate creativity and intuition, and watch as your reality begins to shift in ways you never thought possible.

Now just remember my love, to keep on visualizing, keep on affirming, and most importantly keep persisting!!!! . And, be gentle with yourself along the way. Shifting may not happen overnight, but each step you take brings you closer to your DR. So hold onto hope, and know that your breakthrough is just around the corner.