#(let the sunshine lightning child into your life)

[misguidedasgardian]

The dutiful

AU MASTERLIST

Summary: Your Mob Boss father´s last wish was for you to marry his right-hand and most trusted man, Lloyd Hansen, you fight against it, but at the end, you are the ever dutiful daughter. Now he is the boss, and has to assert his dominance over you, and over his men  

Pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: DARK, misogynistic behaviour, mob bussiness, age gap (Lloys is late thirties, reader is mid-twenties), death of a parent, dub-con, unprotected rough sex, (don’t be silly wrap your willy), voyeurism (some guys watch you being claimed), little fingering, degradation, mocking, cursing, pet names, breeding kink, marriage kink, slight cumplay and eating, might miss some warnings. 

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.1 k

Notes: Oh my I just love Lloyd, I mean look at thim, I could throw everything I believe in and all the feminism trough the window just to get on my knees between his murdr thighs…. I hope you enjoy this gift Lloyd Lovers…. I mean the movie is not even OUT yet, we only had seen a minute of content and I’m already drippingggggg

not beta-ed, mistakes are current and my own hihi

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISSSS

You looked through the window at the mournful scenery, the sky weeped as you did, now it was a dark gray, the trees surrounding your father's property seemed so scary now, under this cloudy sky. A deep green who seemed to hide the darkest secrets. Everything seemed so dark after your father passed away just two days ago. You felt so alone now, your mansion so big and lonely, and so scary

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door of your father’s office opened, revealing a man that only by seeing him made you feel incredibly relieved. You walked towards him with a shy smile, hugging yourself until you reached him 

“Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?” Andrew Barber, your father's lawyer greeted you with sympathetic eyes and a shy smile, he kissed your forehead as you appreciate the gesture of a man you’d known since you could remember

“Hey Andy, thank you for coming” you hugged yourself again, behind him Lloyd Hansen entered your late father’s study, and it made you wince, that man scared in a primal way you’d never end to understand. His eyes always seemed to find you and a dark smile followed, his perfectly trimmed mustache moves with his thin lips

“Hey Sunshine” he greeted

“Hey Lloyd” you whispered, not daring to even look him in the eye.

Your father was the city’s most notorious Mobster, Gangster, drug dealer. It was the truth and it was so ingrained in your system you took it as a normal part of life. Half of his businesses were indeed legit, after years of money laundering. Lloyd Hansen was his right hand man, he knew everything about the business and before being his most trusted man he was the enforcer, the most violent and bloodthirsty amongst his men. Former special agent of the CIA turned, he was dangerous, skilled in combat and war, and now most likely the head of the family. 

Your attention turned to Andy again, as he took a seat in your late father’s seat behind the desk of his study

You took a seat in front of the desk, Lloyd placed himself behind you, making a lightning strike run down your back making you incredibly uncomfortable. Andy draw papers from his briefcase and laid them on the mahogany desk, organizing them in a tidy manner

“I’m here as an executor of your father's last will and testament” he said firmly, his lawyer face taking over. You nodded, knowing perfectly well his intentions, and calmly you listened to the man. You were your father’s only child, and your mother passed away when you were young, to your knowledge, you were his only heir, but Lloyd had been called too, you guessed to pass all the dark business to him

“Me, (Y/F/N) being sound of mind and body, present my last wish and testament” he started, reading your father’s last words, “Half of everything I have, properties and money on the accounts will belong to my only daughter (Y/N)” you let out a breath you haven’t even realized you were holding, in relief, “Even if it breaks my heart…” continued Andy with a frown, that made your blood ran cold, “... to leave you alone my sweet girl…” he continued, “...My last dying wish and conditions for you to receive my inheritance is for you to marry my right hand man Lloyd, who I’m inheriting the other half of all my belongings”

“What?” you asked, drawing the attention of both men, Lloyd’s hand squeezed your shoulders, “Did you know about this?” you stood from your seat with the sole purpose of looking him in the eyes, and stopped the contact. Lloyd was smiling knowingly

“Of course I did” he said calmly, “I was his right-hand man, the son he never had”

“Fuck you” you spitted out, “This is insane” Andy called you and you looked at him

“Andy” you called, pleading

“It was his last wish” he said firmly, “he was sound of body and mind…” you looked at Lloyd frowning

“What did you do? what did you say to him?”

“Nothing” he mocked, “He was always so afraid something could happen to you, he wanted to make sure you’d be taken care of after he was gone”

“I’m a grown woman” you said, “I can take care of myself”

“Yeah sure, what if his enemies come after you, uh?” he said then

“This is a conversation you should have in private” muttered Andy

“I want a witness” you demanded, “Look you can keep his dirty business, we can split everything in half I don’t care” you muttered, “But I think is excessive that I marry you, only because he didn’t think I could take care of myself”

“The will explicitly says that you only inherit after you mary Lloyd” Andy said, “this was redacted 6 months ago, and again, is valid, we all know he was in his right mind” you looked at Lloyd, he seemed so relaxed and calm

“Andy, get the fuck out of here” Lloyd demanded, but before he could leave you interupted in anger

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” you asked, “You do not boss him around” but Andy look at you with sorry eyes

“He does now, sweetheart” he said, before he put all the documents on his briefcase and left the room, leaving you alone with Lloyd, who took two long steps to be right in front of you

He encased your jaw with his hand, his face so close to you you could feel his hot breath on your face, making the little hairs of your neck curl. his maddened gaze made you squirmed

“I’ve been at your father's side for fifteen years, and my father for longer” he said, “and a spoiled little brat is not going to keep me from assuming the lead of this family”

“Let me go” you cried

“You are going to marry me, whether you liked it or not, and before you think about it, good luck finding someone that could help you”

“All of this for power?” you asked, “Let it all burn to the ground I’m not marrying you!” 

“I’m going to be the boss, and no one is going to ruin this for me” 

“You are never going to be the boss!” you spitted out, anger gripping your every cell, you had never remembered an instance in which you were more angry that you were right now. You released yourself from his grasp and walked until you were behind the desk 

“Oh really?” He drew a smile so wicked it made you shiver. Of all your father’s men, you feared Lloyd the most, not because of his aspect, but because of his silent, deadly and smug demeanor. You knew him and knew what he was capable of, and that’s why you feared and respected him, but now? you were so angry you didn’t care, but you should…

He was on you in a second, with his hand encasing your throat and made you retreat until your back was against the wall. You whined and squirmed, trying to scratch his thick arm, but he was wearing a wool sweater that prevented you from injuring him

“Let me go!” you cried 

“No until you marry me, hell, maybe not even then” he chuckled darkly. His handsome face, his hand on your neck barely squeezing, the single tone of his voice made your thighs clench. You had always found him hellishly attractive, but dangerous, so dangerous. He seemed to read your thoughts, because he smiled wickedly, wrinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes. “I have to confess, I always wanted to do this, claim you, like you belonged to me…” he growled like a raging animal, and in a primal way you felt the danger, not only for your body but for your very soul, he was going to devour you whole. “Because you do”

“No” you whined, staying incredibly still

“I will make you mine then” he growled. He threw you over the desk, the air suddenly left your lungs when he pressed you against the hardwood

“I’m going to take what is mine” he threatened in your ear.

“Please lloyd, be nice” you begged, knowing that you couldn’t stop him, and actually doubting if you even wanted him to stop him. You felt so exposed like this, your dress a little short so your ass was almost uncovered. He held you against his desk with one of his hands behind your neck grabbing you oughly, and the other sneaked under your dress,

“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll beg me to marry you” he laughed 

“I’ll never…!” he ripped your thighs in a single movement, the sting burned your skin and the sudden chill air in your skin made you tremble, “no please” you begged, squeezing your thighs tighter. You didn’t know if you really wanted to stop him, or if you were scared he’d found how wet you were for him.

It was the latter

“Would you look at that” of course he mocked you, “I haven’t even touched you yet and I can actually see how wet you are without even taking out your panties” you whined hiding your face from him, but nothing could scape him, he was over everything, that’s why he was going to be the boss after all. 

“NO” you moaned, when you felt he sneaky fingers dangerously creeping in the lines of your panties

“I think you need to come to terms with the fact that I’m going to claim you, and you want me to do it” he mocked you, you trembled with a single of his fingers lazyly and barely touched your weeping pussy, almost a light touch was enough to made you moan

“No I don’t, you are not the boss” you wanted to provoke him, you wanted more, you wanted to tip him over the edge

“Let’s see, shall we?” his hand left your underwear and you didn’t like it. 

He touched a single button on the phone right beside your head, a gruff voice greeted Lloyd at the other side 

“Ari, would you be a sunshine and get the men in here?” he asked on the phone, and you trembled under him, squirming and turning like an alligator. 

“No!” you whined, but he only chuckled darkly, resuming his movements under your dress, finally ripping your underwear, “Why…?” a moan escaped your mouth interrupting yourself when you felt his thick fingers entering your pussy, his thumbs pressed on your clit making you cry out in need. You were so wet you thought something embarrassing had happened

“You are right, I will never be the boss” he said simply, “If I don’t assert my dominance now…” the door opened and trough it all your father’s most trusted men walked in, Andy, Ari Levinson, Nick Fowler, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, August Walker… you couldn’t see the rest because your eyes turned to the back of your head when two of his fingers curled inside of you touching and rubbing your g spot making you cum on the spot without a single warning

“Sunshine!” he reprimanded you but with a mocking voice, “You had to give a little preview first” he mocked, “I barely touched her sweet, wet little pussy and she already cummed on my fingers!” he told the rest. And you whined trying to hide your face from their heated gazes. The shame was overpowering your pleasure, tears threatened to burn your eyes.

“C'mon Sunshine” he purred in your ear, “give them a show, prove them that you are mine” his fingers kept moving, provoking, exploring. You felt his weight on your back, “Can’t wait to make you cum on my mouth” and the ghost feeling of his mustache on your clit make you tingle against him, and you wondered how good it must feel.

“´Lloyd” you called

“What do you want, baby?” he asked,

“You” you moaned, wiggling your hips. You heard laughs and chuckled, but you focused on the feeling of your body instead, if not you were going to cry

“You want me?” he asked

“Yes please” you whispered. And he chuckled

“How can I say no to that?” the fingers left your pussy, his other hand still having you by the back of your neck. Single handedly you heard him unbuckle his belt and opening his fly

“Andy, you are ordained, right?” he asked 

“That’s right” you heard him answer 

“Can you marry us while she is cumming around my cock?” he asked

“Your orders boss”

“That’s damn right,” he said, pleased. grabbing his cock and ruining it with your weeping entrance. You buckle your hips at his rhythm. “Well gentleman, as you can see, I’m staking my claim” in one single push he was buried inside you to the hilt. You screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Because no matter how wet you were, his cock was so thick and big it still burned when he split you open for him

“Shit!” you cursed biting your lower lip, closing your eyes tightly as you felt every vein, every ridge, and his tip kissing your cervix

“Holy shit this pussy is so good” he moaned darkly, one of his hands grabbing your hip so tight you knew it was going to leave a mark. “It’s squeezing me like a fist” 

“Lloyd” you cried, begged him, to move or to do something, because you knew that when he does, you were going to feel fucking amazing. You wanted to reach him, to touch him, but you couldn’t because of your position, the edge of the desk marking your thighs, your own body constricting your rib cage… but that all came to second place as you felt him retrieve himself and then thrust into you again, a slap sound could be heard in the room. His groin slapping against your ass. you moaned loudly, not hiding anymore how good he was making you feel. 

He started a rough tandem, drawing sounds you had never made before. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his cock rubbed against that special spot. his and left the back of your neck and grabbed your hips, drawing you to him to meet each thrust. 

“Fuck look at her” you heard the voice of Ari Levinson mocking you, watching your every expression your every sound you drew. Lloyd grabbed you by your hair, making you raise your head in the direction of your audience

“Look at her” he demanded, you opened your eyes and you looked at them, “look at her fucked out face” you closed your eyes, trying to zoom them out and just focus on how good you felt. 

You felt an orgasm coming, your pussy clenched around him greedily, you moaned softly when he released you gently, letting you hide your face again in your folded arms.

“Fuck that’s it” he grabbed you by the hair again and made you twist your head in a way he could see your face twisted in pleasure, looking at how good you looked when you cummed

“So hot” he growled, “sweet girl that’s it, give me everything” your juice stained the base of his cock and made his thrusts resound in a squelching sound. 

He took himself off of you, and you whined in protest, not liking it. You didn’t even get to see your audience and he turned you around, opening your legs and placing himself between them. He caressed your thighs gently before he grabbed them and made you stick to his hips. Your pussy colliding with his thick cock. You couldn’t see it, and you really wanted to, but he entered you so easily it was almost embarrassing, barely needing a little push the open you up for him again, the new, more intimate angle made the friccion it even more delicious when he kept his hard pase and rough thrusts. You wanted him against you, you reached for him also wanting to cover yourself from the men, that you could barely see from this new angle 

 and he leaned into you, his forehead pressing against yours. 

His hands encased your ribcage, finally feeling your front. He leaned in to watch your tits bounce over the neckline of your dress. For now it was enough… Now later when he’ll have you all to himself he will take the time to touch you and savor you whole.

“Don’t look at them now, I want your eyes on me when you come undone on my fat cock” he encased your jaw with his hand, his deep blue eyes chilling you to your bone his wicked smile made you tingle even more, losing yourself on his handsome face. “You are going to come again for me baby?”

“It’s too much” you complained, feeling your puffy pussy weeping, so tender, raw and sensitive you were going to pass out

“Are you going to marry me now?” you kept turning and twisting

“No” it was a negative but you couldn’t hold a moan that came with it, the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against your walls were making you feel insanely good, your eyes were turning to the back of your head, and yet another orgasm was creeping on you and you fleetingly thought you were going to lose it. Your consciousness, your mind, your body, all of it. 

“Really?” but as you almost touched the sky with your hands, he pulled out of you, making you whine in need, looking at him with teary eyes and found his mock face, smiling widely at you. You whined touching his black cardigan, demanding he resumed his thrusts

“No, please” you begged, your fingers sneaking under his wool vest and touching the hot skin of his muscled belly 

“What do you want, you little slut?” he mocked

“please” your hands tried to find his cock, and he laughed in your face, mocking you, “keep doing it” you begged 

“Are you seeing this?” he asked, looking at his men, many of them were touching themselves over their dress pants, many had their cocks out, and were shamelessly masturbating, “This little slut begging is something else” he turned his gaze back at you 

“I’m not a slut” you protested

“That’s right, you are only mine” he entered you again and an inhuman sound left your lips. your walls grabbed him like a vice. And he amazed himself of how much he wanted to cum inside you. Something similar flied through your mind you wanted to cum, but the gaze of all of them on you wouldn’t let you 

“Please Lloyd” you cried, your shame of being watched couldn't let you relax, “I’m marrying you” you promised, begging him with your eyes. his eyes looked in your for any signs of a lie, but couldn’t find any, his thumb caressed your cheek, and then he looked up to the group of men. He stilled his movements, leaving himself seated inside of you 

“Get out” demanded to his men, and they all even looked shocked, that he would draw the line there after all of it, “GET THE FUCK OUT!” He shouted making you wince and they left the room like it was on fire. When the door clicked shut after the last one, he looked down at you, in his eyes where something other than malice and desire, something more… human

“I’m going to make you mine,” he sentenced. “This is where you belong, right under me” his sudden tenderness made you swallow your own words, as he resumed his movements, his eyes never leaving yours, his hands encased your face, keeping you in place gently, “You are mine” you just nodded, “say it” he demanded

“I’m yours” you said lowly 

“You are going to marry me” he said then

“I’m going to marry you” you mumbled, your eyes trying to manifest him that you weren’t lying, you didn’t know if it was the pleasure, or fear 

“You are going to have my babies” he demanded then

“I’m going to have your babies” you confirmed

“I’m going to keep you nice and bred all the fucking time” he growled his wicked smile appearing again as he leaned in and kissed you. 

It was the first time he ever kissed you. His mustache tickled you making you smile against his mouth. and he chuckled darkly, grabbing you by the neck and pushed you until you were against the wood, taking your breath away when he separated himself from you

“I’m going to take care of you” he promised, “say it, believe it”

“You are going to take care of me” you whispered, and he smiled, kissing you again, this time, he didn’t release you and instead he fucked you rougher, faster, the tip of his cocks grazing your special spot every single time, you moaned on his mouth wantonly, needed him, your arms hugged him drawing him more tightly against you. Your legs wrapped around his middle, keeping him even closer to you. not wanting him to let you go. And just like that, your orgasm creeped out on you, your walls tightening around him, strangled his cock inside you. 

“That’s it baby” when he separated himself from you a thin line of saliva still joined your hungry mouths

“Lloyd” you called like a prayer, looking into his eyes

“Fuck!” he yelled, with a last hard thrust he stilled inside you, cumming so hard, hot spurts of him cum painting your walls. “Shit Sunshine” he whined letting himself fall over your. You hugged him tightly against you, like you didn’t want him to separate from you, you didn’t want to let him go. “That’s it Pumpkin, sweet girl” he kissed your forehead, “FUck, I never cummed that hard before, shit” his stormy blue eyes found yours. And as you regained your breaths, you gazed upon one another. He kissed you again. more swiftly but no less powerful

You whined when he took himself off of you. Not liking the emptiness he left 

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll be inside of you soon enough” he said with his gruff voice

You felt his thick seed dripping from your hole and down your thighs. Making you moan, repressing the need to collect it with your fingers, Lloyd did it for you, and then he fed it to you, rubbing his fingers in your mouth, and smiled widely when you licked his fingers, tasting his seed and moaning because of his salty taste

“That’s a good wife” he mocked, he actually helped you with your dress, putting it back in place and helped you on your feet. You whined again when your lack of pantis made you feel his cum dripping down your thighs, staining them

“Lloyd” you cried, but not even knew what you wanted from him, you looked into his eyes and he smiled softly, encasing your face with his hands, and leaned in to kiss you softly

“Mine” he growl against your mouth

“Yours” you confirmed, he lets go off you

“Now I need to talk to the men, so wifey, smile and go make me a nice dinner” he whispered derogatorily in your ear, spanking your ass, encouraging you to leave the office, the men outside smiling knowingly when they saw you, but they bowed with their heads as you passed by them. You were the wife of the boss now. 

You heard the men laugh when they saw you could barely walk out of the study, hearing Lloyd

“Now, you all are going to pledge your allegiance to me” he demanded as you kept walking towards the kitchen to talk to the staff about the new order in the house

He was the boss now. And you were no longer the dutiful daughter, now you were the dutiful wife. 

I've wanted to write about the clit tickler for a while now, and I will do it again! muajaja

PART II IN HERE

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[cowgurrrl]

Let The Light In

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: "It waits and then you remember again. Then again. Then again. Then again. Linear time is a gift given to those with better luck." - Itzá by Ríos de la Luz

Warnings: nightmares, discussions of SLC, PTSD symptoms, talks of Jane and Adam, learning to live again

You jolt awake, pushing up on your elbows as your chest heaves. You swing your legs off the side of the bed and ground yourself in the cold floor of your bedroom as uncontrollable gasps hiccup in your throat. Thunder shakes the house, but it sounds more like a bomb. Bill's tripwire bombs. The smoke bomb the Fireflies tossed under your feet before they ripped Ellie away from you. The bomb that killed Jane. You press a trembling hand to your chest, and tears sting your eyes. It was so real.

It's been a month since you returned from Salt Lake City, and you're still putting the pieces together. They took her while you were unconscious, probably because they realized you couldn't be trusted to let her go while you could fight back. You reasoned that's why you and Joel ended up with concussions. A wounded dog is easier to kill. You woke up without Joel for the first time in a year. You couldn't see or hear him. You didn't even know if he was alive until a Firefly came and escorted you to his hospital room on the opposite side of the abandoned wing. 

"Honey," he murmured into your hair as he hugged you. You could get ten more concussions and never forget how he sounded when he said the pet name. When you pulled away from him, he looked behind you as if Ellie would be standing right there. "Where's Ellie?" 

"What?" You asked. "I thought she was with you." 

"I thought she was with you." This is where things get blurry. You remember panic and rage making your head swim. You remember Marlene talking to you and telling you about the procedure. You remember Joel being pushed to the floor before dejectedly begging for her life. You and Joel were forced out of the wing at some point, a Firefly pressing a rifle into the base of your neck as you walked down the stairs. Joel stopped, and you felt his muscles twitching before he actually turned. A shot was fired, and your memory ends like a tape being recorded over. 

It comes back in flashes, if at all. Pulling ammunition and weapons from the bodies of Fireflies. You and Joel going shot for shot, not hesitating to shoot when you saw a flicker of movement. The dingy murals in the children's ward depicting animals and sunshine as you walked past with blood soaking the soles of your boots. Ellie. Her unconscious body burdened with wires and IVs. The nurses handled her like a science experiment instead of a child. Someone shot the doctor. Was it you or Joel? Was it both?

"Please." Marlene. 

You jump and turn around like she'll be right behind you, bleeding out on the floor, but there's nothing. Just the rumpled sheets and the empty space where Joel should be. You wipe your tears, suddenly all too aware of how alone you are, and walk down the hallway to search for him. Lightning streaks through the sky, and the rain pounds harder against your windows, but you ignore it. You fight the hammering in your chest and the blood you imagine soaking the carpet with every step until you’re in front of Ellie's door. 

You calm down enough to quietly turn the doorknob and peek your head in her room. She's safe and tucked into bed just as she was when you last checked on her. Her lamp casts a dim glow across her features, and you're able to count her breaths as she sleeps. She twitches every so often as she battles her own nightmares, and it takes everything in you to not cross the threshold and smooth her hair and tell her she's okay. She's safe. You'd never let anything happen to her. That's why you're here, right? Sobbing in the dark after a few claps of thunder because you refuse to let anything or anyone touch her. You count twenty of her inhales and exhales before you can peel away from the sight of her and move downstairs. 

Joel's right where you expect him to be, sitting on the couch, facing the front door, with a gun in his hand. Watch schedule's been hard to break. You fall asleep before Joel and often wake up in the middle of the night, around the time he'd wake you for second watch. Even if you somehow sleep longer than usual, nightmares force you awake until you have no choice but to be conscious. Ellie would also never admit it, but she sleeps through the night when she knows someone is up keeping watch. More than once, you've noticed her resting peacefully after Joel mentions something about staying awake as she climbs the stairs to go to bed. 

"Hey," Joel mumbles once he catches sight of you, adjusting his grip on his gun like he's trying to hide it. "You okay?" 

"Nightmare." You admit as you settle on the opposite side of the couch. He flips the safety and glances at the door and through the windows again before facing you. His eyes are heavy with fatigue, and his left leg is elevated on the coffee table in front of him. The rain must be hurting his knee, you think. 

"How bad?"

"'S a miracle I didn't wake up screaming." You say, and he grimaces. He ejects the magazine from the gun and sets it on the table, disarming himself and reaching for you all in one motion. He pulls you into his side, his warm arm welcomes your cold body, and kisses your temple once you rest against him. It's been weird learning how to be out in the open with Joel. You're so used to rushed kisses and sworn secrets. It's nice to lean into him in public or kiss him goodbye before patrol, but it also feels like you're two baby deer oblivious to whatever rifle is pointed in your direction. Even in private, you catch yourself looking over your shoulder before relaxing into his touch.

"D'you wanna talk bout it?" Joel asks gently, and you shake your head. 

"It's always the same." 

"Jane?" He asks, and your first instinct is to say no because you're not sure. It's been fifteen years since you lost Jane, sixteen since Adam. Every night for sixteen years, you've been plagued with memories of a misplaced bite, a single gunshot, a shallow, small grave outside the QZ. You scan what you remember of your nightmare, and, of course, you catch glimpses of them. You see Adam's kind eyes and hear Jane's voice, but there's overlap: all from the hospital, all surrounding Ellie. 

"Hey," Joel snaps you out of your thoughts, shifting you in his arms so he can look at your face. You blink and look around like you forgot where you were before settling on Joel's worried eyes again. "Talk to me."

"We need to be more honest with each other if we're gonna keep doing... whatever it is we're doing," the memory of Adam mumbling into your hair rings in your ears. "No more secrets."

No more secrets.

"I, uh... I had a nightmare about the Fireflies," you say. "About Ellie." He takes a deep breath, and his lips press into a thin line. For half a second, you wonder if he regrets pushing you to talk.

"Yeah, I get 'em too." He says with alarming honesty, and you nod. The pitter-patter of rain fills the silence between you as you think about what to say to the only person in the world who knows the horrors you committed that day. 

"They're not... It's not," you struggle. "The memories aren't altogether like they're out of order or something. And I've been trying to figure them out, but I just can't."

"What d'you remember?" He asks, and you freeze because you know what you remember. You know you remember ruthlessly unloading round after round like it would be enough to pierce the earth and bring your daughter back. You know you remember taking Ellie from Joel as the car idled in the garage and flinching because you swore her weight was Jane's instead. You know you remember the dead look in his eyes after he shot a wounded Marlene. She wasn't a threat then. She wasn't holding a knife to his throat or even capable of raising her weapon. She wasn't a threat, but then again, how many of the Fireflies weren't, and you still killed them? Joel grabs your hand and squeezes. "I can take it."

The weight of remembrance is heavy on your shoulders. You think maybe it always will be. But now, you don't have to carry it alone because here is this man, this terrifying mountain of a man, who's asking you to give him some of the weight. Who's pleading with you to let him handle some of the burden. Who's willing to take it not because he doesn't trust you to handle it but because he can see how it drags you down. So, you give it to him. You hand him memories worthy of another sixteen years of screaming through the night, and he takes them with grace, holding your hand the whole time. 

He fills in the gaps for you with his memories, some brutal enough to make your stomach turn and others make you want to cry. He says you wouldn't put Ellie down once you got in the car, that you crawled into the backseat with her head in your lap, and wouldn't let him touch either of you. Your hands shook as you smoothed her hair down and checked that her arm wasn't still bleeding even though the prick from the IV wouldn't end up scarring her. Even though he'd watched you stab a man three times your size with the hands of a surgeon. He says you talk about her in your sleep as he drove back to Jackson. 

"I didn't know what to do. I still don't," he shakes his head, disappointed in himself. "Figured I'd just... leave you alone till you were ready to talk bout it." 

"Is that part of the reason why you don't come up to bed with me?" You ask, and a muscle in his jaw jumps.

"I'm not good at stuff like this, but I'm good at this. I'm good at keepin' y'all safe." 

"Joel, I don't want a guard dog," you lean in to make sure he sees the truth of your words spelled out on your face. "I want you." The wrinkle between his brows deepens, and you have to resist the urge to smooth it away with your thumb. He swallows hard and looks at you, lost.

"I don't know how to be anythin' else." He confesses quietly. Your heart aches, and your throat feels raw as you push up on your knees and take his face in your hands. He doesn't flinch. 

"I don't think I do either," you say. "But maybe we can learn. If not for each other, then, at least, for her." He nods in your hands and rests his forehead against yours.

"For her." 

The habits will take months, maybe even years, to break. You'll have to remind yourself to stop reaching for a weapon every time a voice gets too loud. Joel will have to learn to stop keeping things to himself. You'll go through growing pains and arguments and long nights. But, eventually, you'll learn how to be a civilian again. You’ll learn to be something other than a weapon. You’ll learn to be a mom again.

For her.

Tag list (she’s back baby): @abbyhaslongshorts @moonandseatgr-yngf @kiwiharrykiwi @sumsworldz @myloveistoolittle

#when you’re lost in the darkness #look for the light #joel miller #joel miller series #joel miller the last of us #joel tlou #the last of us series #the last of us x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel and ellie #platonic ellie williams

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Waiting for the Storm

Prologue

Series Masterlist Chapter 1

pairing: Michael Kinsella x fem!Reader 

summary: "If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you'll never enjoy the sunshine." -Morris West

When Michael's release day finally arrives, he isn't too optimistic about his future. The most he's hoping for is a relationship with his daughter and a new path forward. The world, however, has bigger plans for him after he meets a timid, yet lovely, children's book illustrator who has more in common with him than it seems.

warnings: swearing, emotional and physical abuse (very brief descriptions here but these will be recurring themes in this story), descriptions of prison, descriptions of family loss

a/n: Ahhhh! My first Mikey story because I FINALLY had inspiration. I am way too excited about this WIP so I really hope this lil tidbit gets y'all intrigued! The general vibes will be fluff and hurt/comfort because Mikey deserves to be comforted. I hope you all enjoy!

w/c: ~900

There was something comforting about the rain. Peaceful and cleansing. Water vapor rising unburdened by the impurities of the ground to the heavens and falling back again like a gift, washing away the sins below with every splattering drop. 

When she was a child, the other girls bemoaned their hometown’s climate and constant precipitation. “Rain brings noise, and floods, and mud, and worms!” They’d lament to her after every storm. She never knew how to tell them that none of those consequences bothered her. 

Floods were rare, and more a symptom of poor drainage systems than the rain itself. Mud was mostly avoidable, and easy to wash away. Worms were necessary for composting and agriculture, not to mention completely harmless. 

The noise, well, this she understood. When she was a toddler the loud smashes of thunder and cracks of lightning terrified her too—scaring her under the covers night after night, hands clamped over her ears. But then her life became less quiet, and the storms were less loud by comparison. 

See when your home is full of screaming, and crying,  and the echoing slap of skin hitting skin, thunder is a lot more appealing. It’s easy to focus on. If you try hard enough, you can let it drown out the sounds of your father putting another hole in the drywall, of your mother’s car pulling out of the driveway for the last time—the tires screeching as she leaves you behind.  

The spattering of rain against the windows became her anchor whenever the universe was kind enough to offer it to her. When her father rages around the house, destroying every trace of his estranged wife, she would lay in bed—eyes glued to the droplets splashing against the glass. 

On the especially bad nights, she pictured a safe haven: a set of cliffs, composed of worn shale threaded with lush green grass. She could feel the cracked sandstone through the fabric of her pajamas as she sat along the edge. Fat raindrops drenched her scalp, trailing down her face, over her heavy eyelids and exposed collar bone. The ground beneath her grew increasingly damp, each swirl of water wafting the scent of petrichor towards her nose. Somewhere in the distance, waves crested over rocks—the sound getting lost in the patter of the rain. 

As she aged, she continued to dream of this place. Throughout her tumultuous teenage years and every disagreement with her father. Each and every time she felt lonely after moving to another, sunnier, state for her bachelor’s degree. 

The image was especially helpful as her relationship with Xavier turned sour. Every insult, threat, and smack fading into the drum of raindrops on rock. She’d lay awake at night, bruises blooming on her limbs, imagining the rain. 

And it was the steady pounding of droplets on the roof that gave her the courage to pack her things and leave. Trekking across town, over multiple bus routes, until she stood her friendly coworker’s doorstep—soaked to the bone, and more unhurried than she’d been in years, all thanks to the rain. 

Michael had never minded the rain. A symptom of living in Dublin his whole life, he supposed. When every other day brought a shield of clouds over the sun, you adjusted or you fled to brighter pastures. 

He sure as hell didn’t mind it when he was in his cell, listening to the jeers and yelling of the other prisoners night after fucking night. The thrum of raindrops against cinderblock were a welcomed static noise. 

At first, he was grateful for the solitude of his protected status. It gave him time to grieve the loss of his wife, to repent for his hand in her death. His stint in prison meant he was temporarily relieved of the burden placed on his shoulders by the family and it gave him time to grow and reflect. 

But it also meant losing Anna, grieving and spiraling on his own for eight excruciating years, and being closer to his father than he’d ever wanted to be again. It meant that he’d lost everything that mattered, because he’d been too careless to protect it. 

He missed freedom. He missed his family, his daughter more than anything. He missed fresh air, and hot water, and home cooked meals. He wanted to feel the wind against his chest, the rain on his face, anything but the stale breath of hundreds of other prisoners and the bite of the cool cement against his back as he drifted off. 

His release day approached slowly, at first. But after the first few years, the days began to blend together. Seasons rolling by like a strip of film in a projector, bursts of green coming and going as the plants in the sparse outdoor yard sprouted and died. The tunnel was quickly ending, but he wasn’t yet sure if there was light at the end of it. 

Regardless of what lay waiting for him outside of those gates, he’d regain his autonomy, he’d try to see Anna, he’d try to move forward. 

This is what the rain sounded like, when it pounded against the foundation of the prison. It sounded like liberty, like family, like achievable peace. 

If he could feel the rain again, he could keep going. And he would.

#michael kinsella #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella x you #mikey kinsella #kin rte #kin amc #kin bbc #charlie cox #mk #my writing #WFTS

[favonius-library]

BEST WORKS FEATURED — PT. ONE

in the following post, you can find links which provide three works by each creator and member of this network. these have been chosen by the members themselves, so please make sure to check them out and show some support! please make sure to read warnings for each individual work provided by the creator.

this post will be updated monthly.

PART TWO (s-z)

@aimixx writer

a picture | alhaitham x gn!reader

hands of an artist | xiao x fem!reader

the audience | dainsleif x fem!reader

@aquatik writer

magic hour | ayato x fem!reader

heatwaves | itto x fem!reader

guardian knight | cyno x fem!reader

@arkhammaid editor & writer

the (dendro) big three and how you fell for them | alhaitham, baizhu, kaveh x gn!reader

the earth speaks to all of us | tighnari x gn!reader

the man, who deeply cherishes and loves you | ayato x fem!reader

@au-starss writer

injury | various x gn!reader

it's the little things! | various x gn!reader

my favorite professor | various x gn!reader

@baeshijima writer

how to woo the acting grand sage 101 | alhaitham x gn!reader

genshin men in a royalty au | ayato, childe, dainsleif, diluc, kaeya

only under the rain do we shine | alhaitham, dainsleif, diluc, zhongli

@bl-inkstone writer

soft thoughts | childe x gn!reader

every action has an equal opposite reaction | childe x gn!reader

sagau | diluc x gn!reader

@bluexiao writer

hidden scars | xiao x gn!reader

love is... | scaramouche x gn!reader

are you leaving? are you leaving me? | various x gn!reader

@bornofchalk writer

a yaksha's will | xiao x gn!reader

the first year's dream | xiao x gn!reader

mundane life and the act of being known | xiao x gn!reader

@cherry-froggie writer

don't be jealous | wanderer, zhongli, xiao

eternal devotion | ayato x gn!reader

the masked warrior | childe x fem!reader

@circyexistforcontent writer

the god of teyvat won't let go of me please send help | scaramouche x reader

but you descended earlier than expected | scaramouche x reader

love letters and overlooked jealousy | venti, xiao, tighnari x reader

@cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme writer

catching her eye | ningguang x gn!reader

worthy of you | sara x reader

two very different types of art | yoimiya x reader

@darlingkeqing writer

the weather is awful but i still have you | xiao x reader

quiet akademiya mornings with tighnari | tighnari x reader

@emocka writer

rejected | aether, kazuha, tighnari x reader

my loving queen | tighnari x reader

a splash of color | kazuha x reader

@heiayen writer

fifty letter to you | kaeya x gn!reader

a rose for you | albedo x gn!reader

helping you cheat on an exam | various x gn!reader

@herrscherrofyatta writer

splintered heart | ayato x fem!reader

battle of affection | scaramouche x fem!reader

yesterday | tighnari x fem!reader

@idyllic-affections writer

for your happiness, dearest one | signora x younger sibling!reader

to keep the wind at bay | venti x teen!reader

dad!pantalone | pantalone x child!reader

@june-again writer

deliver me | tighnari x reader

lightning on the sunniest day | kazuha x gn!reader

a visit to the library | alhaitham, kaeya, thoma x reader

@kaelily writer

sweet mornings | diluc x gn!reader

respectfully yours | ayato x gn!reader

lipstick stains | yelan x gn!reader

@kage7ama writer

wait a minute! | itto x gn!reader

i'll wait a thousand years just to see you smile again | scaramouche x gn!reader

need some help with that? | heizou x gn!reader

@keqism writer

golden hour | xiao x gn!reader

un lieu d'espoir | heizou x gn!reader

so this is love | various x gn!reader

@kyokaede writer

kiss it off me | kazuha x gn!reader

castles crumbling | kazuha, xiao, scaramouche, lyney, neuvillette x gn!reader

cover me in sunshine | scaramouche, albedo, xiao, childe, kaeya, neuvillette x gn!reader

@k-zu writer

i abhor you | wanderer x gn!reader

scars | xiao x gn!reader

can i kiss you? | heizou x gn!reader

@mayaree-darling writer

water... connoisseur? | neuvillette x reader

who's to say what's real or fake

mastermind | various x reader

@mhiieee writer

untitled log #1 | wanderer x reader

[ 10:37am. ] | neuvillette x gn!reader

voicelines about you: as their lover | inhibitor lunae, jing yuan, gepard, jingliu, kafka x gn!reader

@micheya writer

logical until he isn't | alhaitham x reader

kazuha in love with you | kazuha x reader

stargazing with diluc while the world slowly ends | diluc x reader

@mondaymelon writer

when they first fell in love with you | various x gn!reader

meet me at backstage | 6reeze x gn!reader

when you ask to touch their ears | gorou, tighnari x gn!reader

@n3r0-1417 writer

iodine. lutetium, vanadium. yttrium, oxygen, uranium | albedo x gn!reader

voicelines about you [ part 2 ] | scaramouche, venti, xiao, yae miko, yelan x gn!reader

the red string of fate | childe x gn!reade

@nc-vb writer

you only tease the ones you love | diluc x fem!reader

it's not the roaring thunder that smites, but the silent lightning | tighnari x fem!reader

blur | scaramouche x gn!reader

@pen-observing writer

i once... | ayato x gn!reader

warm | dottore x gn!reader

paths within a new world | various x gn!reader

@raspbrrytea artist

kokomi

razor

diluc

@reilly34 writer

teaching you how to dance | nilou, eula, navia, furina x reader

dating hcs | topaz x fem!reader

dating hcs | march 7th x reader

@rintosei writer

delicate things they do | various x gn! reader

from here to eternity | lyney x gn!reader

rainbow rose | lyney x gn!reader

#— library files

[lovebillyhargrove]

Harringrove seasons au, created by the ever-amazing @akioukun ❤️ and remaining the source of inspiration

***

All living creatures know - since summer and autumn got together, every September has been blessed with soft kind sunshine and warmth.

Steve is sitting on a strand of golden sand close to the river. The sand is missing August heat, but it's still nice to the touch. The river drifts quiet and thoughtful.

Steve runs his fingers through the sand and digs deeper.

He is watching Billy.

Billy is like a child. He disrupts the calm, the tranquility. He is wilful and petulant. Bursting with energy, lightning strikes out of a blue sky, and tears pour down in a surprise thunderstorm. One second dark clouds overcast all heavens, the next one the sun is already shining down on everything, and life itself turns glorious.

Billy is running in shallow water, right near the shore, several drops landing on Steve's brittle patches of moss.

Summer is giggling and splashing water all around. The naive little kid, still believing in miracles, still not doubting them.

Steve is watching Billy, listening to the chimes of his voice, and it makes his heart ache.

Steve is older. He knows loss. He feels the pain in his bones sometimes, when they creak like logs of an old house. He is as ancient as the time itself, and he is the season when nature wilts away and, according to the common belief, everything dies.

The belief is wrong. Nothing dies, but everything transforms.

Billy doesn't think about things like that. He gives life. He celebrates life. He enjoys it. He doesn't care because he is not made like that.

Steve appreciates it in Billy, the careless humming of this never-ceasing ardour. He knows how noiseless and cold it can get in late October, how lonely and empty it usually is in November.

Steve will sleep then and see Billy in his dreams, day after day, spent together, encounter after encounter.

Steve will be sleeping just like brown leaves, buried under the first November snow. He is well prepared for the upcoming biting cold, for it runs in his core. He also knows that the world is full of wonders, and it is only a couple of months before he will have to wake up. Unlike autumn leaves, he won't become one with earth, he will rise from his slumber

And travel.

Looking for the summer.

Travel to the other hemisphere, where his love will be awaiting him.

Where the sun is hot and the sand beckons you to leave all your troubles behind, step on it barefoot and run around, like carefree children whose laughter is innocent and embodies the spirit of summer.

Will summer be different in the other hemisphere? Yes, but it will also be the same.

It will be Billy.

Steve's love comes closer and sits on the sand beside him.

"Hey, pretty boy. Do you know what I'm unhappy about? In late June Linden trees start blooming. The smell is .. enchanting. I want you to taste it, I want your mind to stop thinking for a moment. Too bad, you can't be here in June. There is no way you can."

Billy's gaze turns sad for a second and then

"I know what I'm gonna do. I'll put the dry blossoms in the jar and save them till the time you start coming round. Yeah?"

He's taking Steve's hand, gentle and playful.

"Come walk in the water with me. Let's look at this big fish I noticed searching for a hidden spot under a log to stay for the night. Shhh," -

Billy is pressing his finger to his lips, -

"Be very quiet, autumn, I don't want to spook the fish away."

On ao3, all credit for the idea belongs to @akioukun

#harringrove #billy x steve #harringrove seasons au #autumn steve x summer billy

[fritextramole]

i'm falling, won't you catch me?

part 2 of a Serena van der Woodsen playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) ~ ABBA

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Rescue Me ~ Fontella Bass

I want your tender charm 'Cause I'm lonely And I'm blue I need you

American Boy ~ Estelle, Kanye West

Let's go shopping, baby, then we'll go to a café Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good

Wouldn’t It Be Nice ~ The Beach Boys

And wouldn't it be nice to live together In the kind of world where we belong? You know it's gonna make it that much better When we can say goodnight and stay together

Something’s Got A Hold On Me ~ Etta James

Let me tell you now I never felt like this before Something's got a hold on me that won't let go

Electric Love ~ BØRNS

Thunder's getting louder and louder Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle I can't let you go now that I got it

Sunny ~ Boney M.

My life was torn like a windblown sand And the rock was formed when you held my hand Sunny one so true, I love you

Bei Mir Bistu Shein ~ Masha Ray

Of all the boys I've known, and I've known some Until I first met you, I was lonesome And when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light And this old world seemed new to me

Bubble Pop Electric ~ Gwen Stefani, Johnny Vulture

I get this feeling when I'm in love I'm restless, can't you see I try my bestest To be good girl, because it's just us

Two of Hearts ~ Stacey Q

I've got this feelin' that you're going to stay I never knew that it could happen this way Before I met you I was fallin' apart But now at last I really know that we are

Paper Rings ~ Taylor Swift

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

You Are The Sunshine Of My Life ~ Stevie Wonder

You must have known that I was lonely Because you came to my rescue And I know that this must be heaven How could so much love be inside of you?

Intertwined ~ dodie

I've pinned each and every hope on you I hope you don't bleed with me I'm afraid of the things in my brain But we can stay here And laugh away the fear

September ~ Earth, Wind & Fire

Love was changin' the minds of pretenders While chasin' the clouds away

Out Of The Woods ~ Taylor Swift

I walked out, I said "I'm setting you free" But the monsters turned out to be just trees When the sun came up you were looking at me

Love song ~ Lana Del Rey

I believe that you see me for who I am So spill my clothes on the floor of your new car Is it safe, is it safe to just be who we are? Oh, be my once in a lifetime

Violet ~ Bad Suns

I'm never lost when I'm with you Except I know that isn't true I call the cab that takes you home Tomorrow I don't wanna know

Little Bit Of Love ~ Kesha

That look on your face Feel like I don't know you anymore

Never Got to Hold You ~ Carly Rae Jepsen

I wanna be the one that's in your arms I wanna feel you I never get to hold you

This House ~ Japanese Breakfast

Well I'm not the one, I was then My life was folded up in half I guess I owe it to the timing of companions I survived the year at all

Rose Petals ~ S. Carey

Hiding in the rose petals Holding on to what you know Hanging from the pedestal Hinging on whether you should go

Last Dance ~ Donna Summer

Yes, it's my last chance For romance tonight I need you by me Beside me to guide me To hold me, to scold me 'Cause when I'm bad, I'm so, so bad

First Love/Late Spring ~ Mitski

And I was so young When I behaved Twenty five Yet now I find I've grown into A tall child

#gg #ggplaylists #serena van der woodsen #gossip girl #source: senamarais

[cherryeol04]

Hi hehe! Can I request something sfw? It’s been pretty rainy here but I loveeeee the rain so either a cozy day in or playing in the rain with seungsung X reader pls? BTW LOVE UR WORK

Hi anon! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry for such a delay in getting to it. I hope you enjoy it though!!!!💖💖💖💖

Rain Dance

➻ Pairings: Jisung x Reader x Seungmin

➻ Genre: slice of life, fluff, cuteness

➻ Word Count: 984

When you woke up that morning, you expected to be greeted with rays of sunshine at the ungodly hour, because honestly, why did the sun have to be out at 7am? Didn’t it know you were absolutely not a morning person? So rude. But instead of sunlight, you were greeted with the light pitter patter of rain as it hit your window, which was shocking once your brain recognized the sound. It wasn’t everyday that it rained, but it was honestly one of your favorite types of weather. Whether just a midday storm or a torrential downpour with thunder and lightning, there was something about rain that just warmed your insides in a very unconventional way that was hard to explain. Because rain certainly wasn’t warm, but the feeling you got was something close to warmth - like drinking your favorite coffee while curled up in a comfy chair in your favorite bookstore. There was nothing quite like it.

Normally it would take you about half an hour to actually wake up and get out of bed, but surprisingly you had more energy, tossing the covers off your body as you climbed out of bed. You stumbled your way into the bathroom, not at all surprised to see Jisung in there, brushing his teeth. Your eyes met, a smirk playing on your lips and he snorted, nodding. It was moments like these that words were not necessary. You could read each other like a book. You playfully pushed him to the side and grabbed your own toothbrush, making quick work brushing your teeth. Jisung was, obviously, done before you and by the time you got back to the bedroom, he was half dressed and fumbling around like an idiot.

“Silly.” You giggled, shaking your head fondly at him. You thought about getting dressed, but considering what the two of you were about to do, you didn’t think it was wise. You’d just have to change afterwards anyway. 

Jisung was just a tad bit stupid sometimes. You still loved him though. You waited until he was finally dressed, taking his hand and practically dragging him down the hall and out into the living room where Seungmin was waiting by the front door patiently. Like Jisung, he too seemed to understand you without the need for verbalization. Or maybe he just remembered that dancing in the rain was your favorite pastime, next to sleeping.

“Took you long enough.” 

“Hey, it’s not my fault my pants wanted to eat me today.” Jisung snorted. Seungmin rolled his eyes, but said nothing as he opened the door. Walking over, you slipped on your shoes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before skipping out. 

“Come on!” You called urgently. There was some shuffling behind you and as you got further down the hall of the apartment, you could hear the door closing shut and two sets of footsteps making their way towards you. You smiled as each man took one of your hands, holding and swinging them happily. This was honestly what you loved most about your boyfriends, the physical affection you shared with them. It always gave you a warm and cozy feeling that just made your chest swell with happiness. 

Quietly, the three of you made your way out of the building and onto the empty sidewalk. The rain gently pelted down on you, hair and clothes getting soaked within seconds of being out there. The area was pretty void of people, not just because of the rain but also because it was so early in the morning on a weekday. Which was perfect for you and your plans. You looked to Jisung and then to Seungmin, smirking at them before you dragged them a little ways down the sidewalk where a nice sized puddle was waiting for you.

You let go of their hands, and like the child at heart that you were, you jumped happily into the puddle, splashing not just them, but yourself as well.

“Y/n!” Jisung laughed, shaking the water from his now soaked shoes. Not that it did him any good as he joined you in the puddle soon after, jumping around with you. You giggled, stomping as hard as you could to get him even more wet, succeeding as you watched the water splash up on his legs. Not that it really mattered because the rain was also contributing to the wetness. 

You jerked when arms wrapped around, a screaming leaving you as you were lifted and twirled around. “Minnie!!”

He laughed, kissing your cheek a few times before setting you back on your feet. “Having fun?” 

“So much fun!” 

“It’s a fucking blast.” Jisung chimed in, head tilted out as he let the rain wash over his face. “Best morning ever.”

“Any morning with the two of you is the best morning ever.” You hadn’t expected the sweet words to come tumbling out of Seungmin’s mouth like that. They were so genuine and sincere that they made your heart flutter. 

“Seungmin.” You whispered as you turned to stare at him, one hand coming up to cup his cheek. “I love you.” He smiled and you felt yourself melting at it. 

“I love you too.”

“And I love me!” Jisung snickered as he moved up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, fingers clutching at Seungmin’s sides to keep him close as well. “And you guys too, obviously.” 

“Obviously.” Seungmin snorted and shook his head. “I just hope we don’t catch a cold, we have that wedding to attend at the end of the week. 

Oh….shit.

Well, it was what it was and if you ended up getting sick, then so be it. It’s not like you spent hundreds on your dress and tuxedos - thank god. Besides, it just meant you would have more time to be at home with the loves of your lives - snot and all.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz fanfic #skz imagines #skz scenarios #romance #fluff #humor #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop #stray kids jisung #stray kids seungmin #skz jisung #skz seungmin #jisung x reader #seungmin x reader #jisung x reader x seungmin #han jisung #kim seungmin #jisung x y/n #seungmin x y/n #anon ask #cherry.ask #ask cherry #drabble request

[hopepaigeturner]

☂️Umbrella Academy AU ☂️: Meet No.7

Things hot up as we are introduced to our penultimate member...

*~*~*~*~*~*

“I cannot believe you would be so stupid,” Lady Danbury thundered. Gareth continued to scuff his shoes. “Your powers are a gift and you should not deal with them so recklessly—at school of all places!”

Gareth huffed and stood up straight.

“If they are a gift then why do you limit them?”

Lady Danbury’s eyebrows lowered, lips in a set line.

“You are not ready for time travel Gareth.”

“Why not?” Gareth cried.

“We have yet to fully comprehend how your time travel could work, it is too dangerous for—”

“Someone my age? I’m 17, Lady D. I’m not a child anymore! I can do this!”

“No, you can’t. It is too dangerous. You are under my charge and care and I will not have you recklessly risking your life.”

“Why don’t you believe in me? Why don’t you trust me?” he cried back. “Simon would—”

“Simon already agrees with me.” Gareth halted. Lady Danbury gave him a knowing look. “And he is already on his way here to help me shake some sense into you.”

Gareth ground his teeth.

“It’s not my fault you’re both cowards. And I’m not going to apologise for being who I am. Not now, not ever,” he seethed before striding out of the room.

“Gareth!” Danbury called before he hopped out onto the landing, then another hop to the front hallway. He stuck two middle fingers at the upper stories and went to stride out—

“Gareth?” Gareth whipped round to find Lucy standing by the steps to the kitchen. “Please don’t leave, not like this.”

“I’m done Lucy. I’m done,” he replied. “If they don’t believe I’m ready then I’ll show them.”

“Gareth please don’t do anything stupid,” Lucy said.

“I’m sorry Lucy,” He put up his hood, “you would never understand,” he replied, before slamming the door.

*~*~*~*~*

His sneakers beat along the ground in tandem with his thumping heart.

Why did they have to treat him like a child? Had he not proved himself enough? He’d trained for years to prove himself. He’d followed orders on every mission and when he didn’t…well he’d saved missions, saved his siblings countless times.

He was ready. He was beyond ready. Yet they would never let him. They would always see him as little Gareth, little poor Gareth…

Well, let them watch. Watch what he’d been practicing for weeks. Watch him be his own person, his own man and make his own choices.

Gareth closed his eyes and remembered Lucy’s advice. He already travelled through space by punching holes. He just had to find the hole for the fourth dimension—time.

He took a deep breath, reaching out, grasping—reaching.

The typical sucking sensation occurred—although something made it feel uncanny—and he hopped.

And landed.

Gareth opened his eyes and grinned. He started strolling along the dusky street, heart thrumming when he noticed a newspaper detailing some type of lightning strike—written two days in the future.

Gareth crowed and started skipping, closing his eyes, punching another hole—the suction—the landing.

Another street, this time in the bright sunshine.  The sign on the bookies shop read a week later.

Gareth laughed. Look at him now! Beat that Lady D! Who was the kid now?

Gareth closed his eyes, drew his fist back, and punched.

He would show them, he would show them all.

The suction. The landing.

Gareth opened his eyes and his stomach dropped.

Before him was a wasteland, dilapidated buildings, hanging telephone wires and splintered windows. Piles of debirs were lit on fire and advertisement boards lay like fallen playing cards. The horizon shone a dismal red, the sun shaded by ash, ash that sucked up Gareth’s nose as he tried to breathe.

“No, no, no,” he muttered, then turned and ran. Ran past the newsagent, as the scorching air abrased his lungs. He ran back to the Umbrella Academy—and cried out.

The entire academy stood in ruins, the umbrella on the front door mangled.

“Lucy!” he called, climbing through the debris. “Simon!” Tears clogged his throat but stung in his eyes. “Sophie! Anyone!”

He tried to concentrate, to punch another hole but he couldn’t, there was nothing but the ashy wind scattering dust across him. He collapsed onto the floor, tears in his eyes.

“Please…please, just let me go home.”

Something skittered in front of him, another newspaper dated a month from his original time. The title read;

Bridgertons berserk: Superpowered family wreaks the world—

Who the hell were the Bridgertons?

#the umbrella academy au #gareth st clair #no.7 #time travel #it's a tricky thing... #meet the team #meet the umbrellas #bridgerton #it's in his kiss

[chronically-peach]

I promise that the ending always stays the same

Past Kevjean, beginnings of Jerejean, rated G, 2.3k words

Rain pelted the living-room windows as thunder roared in the distance. Jean sat curled up on the couch as he listened to the sound of the storm, his phone clenched in his hand as he debated calling Jeremy to comfort him.

Life was different now but every time it stormed Jean was pulled back to the nest. Thunderstorms felt as suffocating as Riko’s rage and he still hadn’t gotten used to being alone during them. It wasn’t long after he joined the Trojans that the captain took notice of his fears and offered to comfort him anytime a storm rolled in. Even now, two years later, Jean craved the comforting warmth that radiated off the ball of sunshine that is Jeremy Knox.

A flash of lightning lit up the room and Jean covered his eyes like a scared child. The loud ringing of his doorbell caused him to jump and he laughed at himself for still being so scared of something as natural as a storm.

Draping the blanket from his lap around his shoulders he made his way to the front door. He wasn’t expecting anyone and anxiety rose in his throat. It had been years since Riko died but every time he opened a door he expected to see him standing there, waiting to make up for all the lost time.

Opening the door Jean was met with sad green eyes and he flinched when he realized who was on his porch. Kevin stood in front of Jean, soaking wet and shaking in the wind.

“Mon cher,” Jean’s voice was tense but he hoped Kevin didn’t notice. “What on earth are you doing on my porch?”

Kevin’s face twisted into a pained smile and he gestured towards the house. “Are you going to let me in? It’s freezing out here and I walked.” Jean clicked his tongue but moved out of the way so the shorter man could enter the house.

In the bright light of the entryway Jean could see a bruise under Kevin’s left eye, purple and yellow mixing with the dark black of his tattoo. His hair stuck to his face and his wet shirt clung to his chest, showing off the muscles Jean had spent months trying to forget.

“I’ll get you a towel, stay here. I can’t have you drenching my carpets like a wet dog.” Kevin hummed in response.

Anxiety coursed through Jean’s veins as he quickly made his way to the bathroom. Rifling through the storage closet he tried to even his breathing, reminding himself that he would be okay. He just needed to stay strong and remind the other man of what they had agreed on months ago.

Grabbing a towel he threw it in Kevin’s direction and made his way down the hall to the guest bedroom. It was mostly empty, save for a bed and dresser but the closet still housed all the items Kevin had left after he moved out. Finding an old PSU hoodie and a pair of sweatpants he left them in the bathroom and braced himself to face the man in his entryway.

Kevin stood with the towel draped over his head, eyes focused on the carpet like he had never seen anything quite like it. Jean’s voice made him jump slightly. “If you’re going to be here then you need to shower. I left dry clothes on the counter for you. Put your wet ones in the dryer when you’re done.” The green eyed man simply nodded and made his way down the hall. Jean tried to ignore how familiar it felt as he watched Kevin disappear into the bathroom.

Keeping himself busy he put on the kettle and searched through his cupboards for the peppermint tea he knew Kevin left behind. By the time he found the box and prepared two mugs he could hear soft footsteps on the tile behind him.

“You still have my tea” Kevin said softly and Jean laughed. “Mon cher, you left it here, along with half of your belongings.”

Turning around Jean took in Kevin once again. The colour was back in his cheeks and his eyes were no longer as dull. The bruise on his cheekbone stood out against the flush of his cheeks and if it weren’t for that Jean would have thought he was dreaming.

Months ago the two had agreed to break up, acknowledging that being together would never do anything but hold the both of them back. Kevin moved out and Jean began living alone for the first time in his life. He managed better than he thought he would, wth the help of his team and especially Jeremy. California’s golden boy had all but moved in for the first few months until Jean felt safe enough to be alone in the house but Kevin hadn’t taken the breakup quite as easily.

Much like Jean, Kevin had never been alone. He spent the first few months finding any reason to visit the taller man. At least twice a week Jean would find Kevin standing on his porch, often in the middle of the night, drunk and pleading to be let in. Eventually Andrew and Neil had turned their guest bedroom into a Kevin bedroom and the visits stopped happening. He would get an occasional message from the green eyed beauty but his unannounced visits had ceased completely and that allowed Jean to start healing.

Sitting down at the table Jean gave the man across from him a sad smile. “Tell me why you’re here Kev.”

Not looking up from his mug Kevin grimaced. “I miss you, mon amour” his voice was thick, like he was holding back tears. “I was at a bar tonight and they were playing one of your matches. There were a group of guys next to me, one of them said something nasty about you and I snapped.” His ears were bright red now, from embarrassment or shame Jean wasn’t sure.

Even after the breakup Kevin remained loyal to Jean, the taller boy had known this all along. He knew Kevin still blamed himself for what happened to him at the hands of Riko. He knew the green eyed man had yet to accept that he had abandoned Jean when he escaped but that was all water under the bridge for Jean. He meant it when he had said the only way for them to heal was if they were no longer entangled in each other.

“You know you don’t have to do that Kev, you have a reputation to upkeep.” Lifting his mug to his lips he paused. “And why were you alone in the first place, isn’t Minyard known to keep you on a leash?” Jean hadn’t meant to sound as harsh as he did but the storm was still grating on his nerves and the longer Kevin was in his house the less progress he was making.

“Andrew and Neil are in love don’t you know.” Kevin whined, sounding more like a child than a grown man. “I’m just their stupid pet they can’t get rid of. A stray dog that they got stuck with because nobody else wanted it.” Jean clicked his tongue again, reaching across the table to grab Kevin’s left hand.

“They are your friends, they love you. Even if you are jealous of the love they have for each other.” Kevin just grunted, lacing his fingers in Jean’s. “They love me so much they left me at the bar to have sex. I’m in the way Jean, I’ve always been in the fucking way.”

Jean’s heart ached for the broken man across from him. He wished deeply he could keep Kevin forever. He wanted to be friends, he wanted to be lovers. He wanted to be the object of Kevin’s affection forever but they had tried so many times and the truth was simple: they could never be what the other needed. Over time Jean had accepted this and began opening his heart to the prospect of being loved by someone else. His mind wandered to bright blonde hair and tan skin. He had opened his heart to someone new and it wouldn’t be fair to him or Kevin to entertain the idea of getting back together.

“Mon cher, you have never been in the way. I told you this already, I love you. More than I have ever loved anyone in this horrible world, but that love is not enough.” tears welled in Jean’s eyes, “we need to learn to exist without each other. We can no longer share the same heart. Do you not understand how hard this is for me? Having you here, looking absolutely wrecked, and I can’t be the one to save you?”

Kevin’s eyes were red as they met Jean’s gaze. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he let Jean’s words sink in. Before either man could say anything the room was filled with a loud buzzing and Jean looked down to see his phone ringing, Jeremy’s name flashing on screen. Kevin noticed too and he sighed, removing his hand from Jean’s.

“Aren’t you going to pick up?” Kevin asked, unable to hide the pain in his voice. “I’ll call him back, we’re not done talking.” At that Kevin laughed.

“Really Jean, answer it. I’ll give you space.” and with that Kevin stood up and left the other man in the kitchen by himself.

With shaky hands Jean answered the phone and gently lifted it to his ear. “How are you doing?” Jeremy asked cheerfully, “I know it’s late but the storm hasn’t slowed at all and I was worried about you.” An ache shot through his chest and Jean tried his best to ignore it. “I’m fine Jere, really. I got a visit from Kevin, we’re just talking right now.” Silence filled the line and Jean’s stomach dropped.

“God I’m sorry,” the blonde apologized. “I’ll let you go, I just wanted to check in. If you need anything you know where to find me.” before he could hang up Jean stopped him. “Wait! Why don’t you come over? I don’t want to sleep alone.” The confession had taken all of Jean’s courage and anxiety threatened to take hold as the line fell silent once again.

“I’ll pack a bag and I’ll come over, let Kevin know I’m not trying to kick him out.” The smile in Jeremy’s voice was clear and it made Jean feel warm. “I’ll see you soon mon amour, drive safe.”

Hanging up the phone and putting it back on the table Jean got up to find Kevin. It didn’t take long to find the green eyed man, he was curled up on the couch, his knees tucked under his chin. An Exy rerun played on the tv and Kevin pretended not to notice as the taller man walked into the room.

“I wasn’t done talking Kev.” no response.

Sitting down on the couch beside him Jean sighed. “Jeremy is coming over. He wants you to know he’s not trying to kick you out.”

Letting out a noncommittal hum Kevin rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how I didn’t see it before, you and Knox.” This time it was Jean’s turn to roll his eyes. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I fucking love you Kevin Day. I will always love you, no matter what fucked up thing you do to me, but I have to move on. You have to move on. Jeremy has just been a friend for a very long time, this is new. Hell this is barely a this to begin with.”

The two sat in silence, watching tv as they listened to the rain hitting the windows. It wasn’t until the doorbell rang that Kevin looked at Jean. “I’ll come back for my things in the closet. I’ll leave you alone after that, I promise.” Nodding the taller man got up and made his way to the front door for the second time that night. Kevin followed closely behind him and Jean’s heart ached like it had the night Kevin moved out.

They reached the door and Kevin stopped a few feet before Jean, an internal battle clear in his eyes. “What is it?” Jean asked lowly. Kevin just shook his head and closed the space between them. Looking into Jean’s grey eyes he gave him a soft smile.

“Can I hug you mon amour, one last time? I want to remember you like this.” Jean simply nodded and pulled Kevin to his chest. They held each other tightly, neither wanting to be the one to let go first. Eventually Kevin broke away, tears shining in his eyes. “I love you. I want you to be happy.” and at that Kevin twisted the doorknob, swinging it open to reveal a sheepish looking Jeremy on the other side.

“I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean to intrude. You don’t have to go on my account Kev.” Kevin just shook his head and gave Jeremy a small smile. “I need to go, he needs you more than he needs me.” Jeremy looked confused but smiled at Kevin anyway, promising to take good care of Jean.

Before Kevin could make it off the porch Jean spoke in fast French, barely loud enough to be heard over the storm. “Go and heal Kev, if anyone can recover from this it’s you.” With one last glance over his shoulder Kevin left without another word, leaving the other two men alone to watch him walk away.

Jean gently pulled Jeremy inside by his wrist and smiled down at him. “Let’s go to bed, I’m exhausted.” The blonde reached up to brush a strand of hair behind Jean’s ear before lacing their fingers together and making his way down the hallway. “Of course mon amour.”

Once they were settled into bed, Jean wrapped up in Jeremy’s arms, the blonde pressed a soft kiss against the back of his lovers neck.

“I was barely just surviving” Jean said into the dark when he was almost certain Jeremy was asleep. Pressing another kiss to the nape of the taller man’s neck Jeremy spoke, voice laced with sleep. “You did the right thing” and as sleep took over, Jean prayed he was right.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg #the kings men #the raven king #kevin day #jean moreau #jeremy knox #kevjean #jerejean #all for the game fanfic #Kevjean fanfic #Jerejean fanfic #my work

[ratasum]

🍑 for your current top 5 ocs atm!

Jumbo Ask Game

🍑 Where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them?

Since these get long... under the cut!

Vezz

His favorite place to relax is his little garden outside the home he shares with Rissia in Applenook. Any opportunity he can get to go outside, sit in the dirt, and weed his flowers while his little stubborn bone minion that was too scared to fight anything and surprisingly resilient (it has been with him since the Inquest) rolls around in the mud? It's heaven to him.

While he doesn't have any recent stories regarding it, more recently he's found himself sitting there in the sunshine while the windows to their little home were open, and he could hear his twin progeny cooing as Rissia played with them, singing gently to them as she was putting them down to nap.

Children from the village calling "Hi Mister Vezz!" as they ran by playing, a couple of merchants cheerfully greeting him.

After the life he led before, fleeing the Inquest and struggling through guilt and anger and depression, he realized sitting there among family and friends, his community. His town. He realized he'd made it.

He'd finally found home.

Pheazza

Phee's favorite place is down on the docks at Sanctum Harbor, watching the fishermen come in.

She grew up in Lion's Arch, listening quietly to the bustle and the waves gently lapping the docks. It's especially appealing to her after a storm, when the air smells of salt and the wood of the docks and the ozone from the lightning.

There were times as a child that she remembers her mother, a retired ship captain, pushing the windows open after a storm to "let in the good air," then sending her out with her brothers to gather seaweed off the rocks. The smells and sounds always take her back to her childhood, picking up sea grapes and seaweed to use for various foodstuffs or for drying.

It's not uncommon now for her to take her own daughter Kinna down to the rocks after a storm to pick seaweed with her, and once she was old enough, to let her go down herself with her cousins.

It's one of the best things in the world to her.

Umbra

If there's anywhere Umbra feels at ease, it's as far from civilization as possible. Her strangely strong connection to the mists means she can hear the dead around her at all times, and so the further out she gets, the easier it can be to quiet the voices that aren't the spirits of her warband, supporting her as her stance.

She still recalls a time sitting far up in the Shiverpeaks, only hearing her closest friend and fahrar sister talking to her about how it felt to see all of this through her eyes.

It was painful, but at the same time bittersweet. These were the people she cared the most about in her life, and she can give them experiences they never would have gotten in life. As a gladium, she can travel, giving them some sense of peace as well.

She's also found it nice to visit the Olmakhan, as they have ways to help her quiet the spirits that aren't the ones she wants to hear. It's let her get some of the best sleep she's had in years.

Deshauna

Deshauna often finds herself in the hills overlooking Applenook from the small village of New Hope, watching the farms as she works on a hand loom. Typically it's made better if her beloved wife Eshara is with her, if only so she can lean into the norn and let her shoulders relax, occasionally just closing her eyes and letting her hands follow practiced motions.

It was in one such a time that she finally admitted she genuinely loved Eshara, sitting up with her weaving in her lap. It was something she had been incredibly nervous about, especially since she was the oldest surviving child of her siblings now, with all of the expectations that entailed.

But sharing a warm, vulnerable moment with Eshara and finding out that she reciprocated her feelings? It is the most wonderful thing she can ever remember happening to her.

Even if her younger siblings, having spied on them from one of the upper floors of their family home, teased her endlessly after the fact, equal parts giddy for her and eager to let her know that they approved and planned to never let her live her schoolgirlish nervousness down.

Kaill

My newest boy because he's been rapidly developing in my head!

Kaill is shy and just... cannot stand being among people for long. His favorite thing to do is head back to the Priory, go down into the library, and climb up onto the stacks with some books to thumb through and a bowl of riced mealworms.

It's rarely terribly overwhelming down there, and since his hearing is poor, he can just ignore anything going down unless someone specifically seeks him out because he's needed.

He still remembers sitting up there when Sieran brought down a novice initiate, a tiny little albino asura who didn't look old enough to even be out of Rata Sum, watching quietly as the little one darted around pulling out books to look at.

It reminded him of his own little sister back in Rata Sum, and he recalls smiling and taking a moment to write her, just to remind her he was always thinking of her.

#oc asks #keeper vezz #pheazza #umbra shadowshot #deshauna tahir #explorer kaill

[butternuggets-blog]

OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER

@baldwin-montclair @adowobsessed @sylverdeclermont @nicki-mac-me @thereadersmuse @kynthiamoon @adowbaldwin @profoundme444 @beautifulsoulsublime @lady-lazarus-declermont

Part Fifty-Two

Summary: Baldwin de Clermont manages to upset an ancient hag. He wakes up.. different.

Also on Ao3

Baldwin opened his eyes.

Baldwin closed his eyes.

The city burst into life beyond his window.

It was like being a newborn again. Baldwin gripped the bed sheets and concentrated. Slowly, so very slowly, he brought his senses back into balance until he could breathe again.

Immortality took a little getting used to after a year without it.

He sat up slowly, uncurling as he did so, and took stock of his surroundings. He could hear two steady heartbeats in the living room beyond.

He paused nervously.

An instinctive need to consume failed to appear.

Baldwin let out a relieved sigh.

His hand brushed Liv's side of the bed and the heady scent of black tea and honey settled in the air around him. An unfamiliar ache settled deep in his bones, his skin tingling and weightless. Slowly, reverently, he breathed in again.

Liv had smelt of pollen and potting mix, or handmade floral perfume from the moment Baldwin met her. He had sprayed himself with the bottle of Liv's "scent" she had gifted to him on Valentine's Day whenever he felt lonely; he had had no idea how close it was to the real thing.

Baldwin slipped out of bed in a silent daze, padding softly barefoot down the hall. He paused at the corner of the living room and-

Oh.

There was sunshine in her eyes.

Morning light streaming in from the window reflected off two small slivers of gold in Liv's pupils, making them glint and shimmer.

Her hair was the same rich chestnut brown it always was, but now he saw there were lighter strands, natural highlights that made his head spin.

There was a light smattering of freckles that began at the nape of Liv's neck and dipped down over her shoulder. The smell of black tea and honey was much stronger now, but the syrupy sugar notes gave way to the peppery scent of geranium.

Bergamot. The metallic tang of lightning on the wind just before a storm. Good loamy soil, and the soothing snap of peppermint.

Fennel and clover and rose, and other subtler, deeper layers of spice that made Baldwin's toes curl into the carpet.

‘Hey.’

Baldwin felt the whisper as well as heard it, and he realised with a start that he had moved so that his face was now pressed against Liv’s shoulder. He blinked.

‘I love you.’

Liv smiled and- oh gods- Baldwin wanted to savour that expression forever.

‘I love you too.’

Gingerly, so as not to wake him, Liv pressed Baldwin’s unresisting hand on top of Hugo’s sleeping head. He peered down over her shoulder at their sleeping son, and carded a finger carefully through his hair.

‘His hair’s like yours.’ Baldwin mumbled, in wonder. It was too; though lighter by a few degrees, Hugo’s hair was the same dark chestnut as Liv’s. The movement on his skin brought him slowly round; Hugo blinked awake, yawning, then focused on his father and smiled.

A memory of the Mediterranean rose unbidden in Baldwin’s mind. He smiled back at Hugo, and he let out a loud, pleased shriek. He waved his fists, clenching and unclenching his fingers, and the scent of warm milk, freshly-baked bread, and green apples wafted up.

‘You’re both perfect.’ Baldwin wrinkled his nose at his suddenly teary eyes. Liv pressed a kiss to his cheek, and stood Hugo up so he could pat his father.

Author's Notes

A witch's power and their scent are two different things. For example, Marthe described Diana's power as "sweet and clear, like Spring", but her scent is willow sap and chamomile.

Liv’s power smells like tulip and marigold, and her scent is as described above.

Diana described Jack as smelling of warm bread when he was a child, so I think that’s sort of the default setting for babies in the ADOW universe.

#baldwin montclair #baldwin de clermont #adow #a discovery of witches #a discovery of witches season 1 #a discovery of witches season 2 #a discovery of witches season 3 #all souls series #all souls trilogy #all souls tv series

[ventiswampwater]

the NO-SKIP albums: a tag game 🎶💖

rules: share the albums that you can listen to nonstop. those lightning in a bottle-albums that scratch ur brain just right. every single track, an absolute banger. u could not skip one if u tried. no notes. stunning, show-stopping, immaculate. ur no-skip albums. 🔎 bonus & optional (but imo, v fun) rules: 1) add a track rec for us to listen to! AND 2) share ur favorite line(s) from that track! 👀

had a ton of fun w/boop day!! and I wanna carry on the tradition of harassing y'all w/my notif's into the rest of april!! so I made this funky lil tag game. 💞 here are my picks!! my albums EVER.

📍tagging a handful of my moots that I luv dearly &/or want to interact w/more!! as always w/these thangs, NO pressure whatsoever to do this!! only if u wanna!! MWAH:

@visceravalentines, @possumteeths, @crumb, @betelgeusing, @ace-of-hearts-and-spades, @likedovesinthewnd, @flaggermuser, @lucifers-horror-harem, @f1nalboys, @bluecoolr, @thestandupproject, @bbydahlia, @rottent33th, @kennyroyz, @slutforstabbings, @angel-trapped, @stephendorff, @avrilsboy, @horrorknife, and @universalmonster! (general sidenote: if we're mutuals and I don't ever tag u in these, it's bc I'm v much not sure if ur down w/them!! & I don't wanna flood ur notifs lmao)

🎧 album info/track recs/my favorite lines under the cut!! ↓↓↓

🍃 dance fever (2022) // florence + the machine

track rec: free ↳ is this how it is? is this how it's always been? / to exist in the face of suffering and death / and somehow still keep singing? / oh, like christ up on a cross / who died for us, who died for what? / oh, don't you wanna call it off? / but there is nothing else that I know how to do / but to open up my arms and give it all to you

💎 i was on the news (2019) // the pom-poms

track rec: sunshine ↳ they forget that I'm deadly / 'cause I'm friendly in person / you can say whatever / when we met, you were sweaty and nervous / I see men being petty, this opportunity's perfect / I make 'em wet the bed and call it community service

⛪️ preacher's daughter (2022) // ethel cain

track rec: thoroughfare ↳ so we made off for california to find your lover driving day and night / and every small-town diner, saw our faces at least once or twice / but in these motel rooms, I started to see you differently, oh / 'cause for the first time since I was a child, I could see a man who wasn't angry

🚬 antics (2004) // interpol

track rec: narc ↳ feast your eyes, I'm the only one / control me, console me / 'cause that's just how it should be done / oh, your history's like fire from a busted gun

🔮 timespace - the best of stevie nicks (1991) // stevie nicks

track rec: talk to me ↳ dusty words lying under carpets / seldom heard well, must you keep your secrets / locked inside, hidden deep from view / do I seem all that hard, is it all that tough? / well, I've searched through all my cards, well, isn't that enough?

🍯 for abby (2020) // jawny

track rec: you got a man ↳ I got rubber bands in my hands / I'm pushing six in my pants / I spent 'bout half my advance / just tryna get ya / you taste like warm apple pie / you said you're single, you lied / I saw them texts from that guy / man, whatever

🪩 second nature (2022) // lucius

track rec: lsd ↳ waiting on the nights like a wolf / I count down the days / now I can't eat, I can't sleep / I hallucinate, lsd / love so deep

👑 the rise and fall of a midwest princess (2023) // chappell roan

track rec: red wine supernova ↳ she was a playboy, brigitte bardot / she showed me things, I didn't know / she did it right there, out on the deck / put her canine teeth in the side of my neck

💸 marvelous (2022) // yung gravy

track rec: c’est la vie ↳ bitch, I'm twenty-one, but I still walk around with fake id (what?) / cuddle with the homies, watchin' 'stand by me' (cute) / this dick ain't free, baby, pay my fee (bread) / let me live my life, baby, c'est la vie

#<33 #tag game #mine #BTW. if we're saw mutuals. most of u only follow the sideblog. so I will not attack u. w/@'s hgsdfgdfshgdfs #but just know I luv u all v much too #thinking I might do another one of these that is like #favorite albums (the skips edition) dfshgfdsgfdsh #bc this selection is missing some v important albums #however. tragically. as important as they are. they do. contain skips

[crimsonsongbird]

Devotional Masterlist

Agathos Daimon:

Coiled Comfort

A Prayer for Protection

Ancestors:

Ancestral Prayer

Aphrodite:

Don’t Hide

Masterpiece

O’ Golden Aphrodite

The Language of Beauty

Love

Grace

You’re Safe Here

Love and Rebirth

Multifaceted: Beauty and Ferocity

Blossoming Mother, Grant Me Your Aid!

An Ode to Aphrodite

A Message of Love and Beauty

Be Free, My Child

My Prayer to Aphrodite

Prayer to Aphrodite

Apollo:

Life After Heartbreak

Blessed

Radiance

Hold On

Light

Walk With Me

A Nurturing Song

By His Side

Ares:

O’ Indestructible Ares

Open Your Eyes

Backup

Proud

Rest

Open Your Heart

Wage War

Facing Defeat

Unleash Your Fury

Fall Apart

The Eyes of a Fierce Protector

Strike True, Fierce Father

The Portrait of a Father

A Portrait of War

Untitled

My Prayer for Ares

Artemis:

The Hunt Is On

Wild & Free

Long May She Reign

Asklepios:

Hand of a Healer

Athena:

Battle Armor

A Prayer to the Wise

Chin Up

Prayer for Clarity and Sound Intuition

Demeter:

The First Step

Dionysus:

The Mask

Critic

Set Me Free!

O’ Liberator

Alive

Drink Up

Together

Take My Hand

Oh Liberator, Please Deliver Me From Myself!

Deliverer of Revelry

The Journey

Gaia:

Heat

You Can

Cherish Her Gifts

Prayer for Mother Gaia

Hades:

Lifetime

Doors

Job Search Prayer

Pride

Peace

Weight

Where I Belong

Let Me In

Steady

I Am Here

Let It Go

To My Divine Father, Hades

Hail to the King

Grant me aid, Father Hades

My Prayer to Hades

Prayer to Hades

Hekate:

Credit

New Moon

A New Year

Breathe

Worthy

Come Home

Never Alone

You Can Always Come to Me

Magic at Nightfall

Nightly Prayer

Prayer for Guidance

Prayer for Protection

My Prayer for Hekate

Prayer to Hekate

Helios:

Sunshine

Hephaestus:

The Forge

Answer Your Call

The Sounds of Dedication

Famed Worker, Please Hear Me!

Broken Prayer to Hephaestus

Prayer for Hephaestus

Hera:

Divinely Protected

She Who Holds A Hand Above

Hermes:

Proud

Prayer for Our Beloved

Again

Just Listen

Let’s Fly

Flying on Wings of Luck

My Prayer for Hermes

Hestia:

Your Home

The Hearth Goddess

Home

Hail to the Home and Hearth!

Hypnos:

Dream

Prayer for Healing Sleep

Glory to Hypnos

Mousai:

A Prayer for Inspiration

Nyx:

A Beauty Unknown

Orpheus:

Your Song

I Hear You, Orpheus

The Song of Sorrow

An Inspired Artist

Persephone:

Overcome

Bloom Brilliantly

The Return of Spring

Bloom

Hail to the Queen

The New Life of Spring

Summer’s Lament; Fall’s Embrace

Phobos & Deimos: 

Love

Poseidon:

Admire the Sea, Respect Its Wrath

Thanatos:

Memories

Goodbyes

Now

Our Lives in Your Hands

Rest Peacefully in the Arms of Death

The Wings of Death and Grace

Zeus:

Any Reason

A Hero’s Welcome

Rainfall

He Who Descends in Lightning

Hailed is Your Name, Zeus!

Untitled

Miscellaneous:

Your Divine Light

With All My Heart

Raise Me Up

Her Embrace

To All the Divine Fathers

To All the Divine Mothers

Hail the Theoi!

A Khthonic Prayer

Their Love

Final Goodbyes

Divine Hands

A Calming Presence

The Gods

UPDATED: 25 MAY 2024

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[perseusjackson-jasongrace]

i don't believe in a vengeful god

thank you to Stella (@stillneedsmorekissing​) for being the catalyst and the encourager. You make me a better writer just by existing!

the lines between friendship and more are a little blurred through all of this but that's kind of how i wanted it. When your life is always in danger labels become sort of meaningless in a way.

title is from the song "Deity" by Valeree

thank you for all the enthusiasm! i hope you guys enjoy <3

CW: poisoning, violence, blood

[left and right images have alt text. poem transcript at the end]

“Sit.” Harsh voice, raw voice, voice straining to keep too much in. “Both of you.” Angry eyes, eyes full of pain, eyes glistening with worry.

Percy sits down heavily, wincing as the rough wooden stool scrapes his already bruised legs. He feels more than sees Leo settle beside him, a metal chair rocking back and forth. They look up simultaneously and nearly flinch at the lightning flashing behind Jason’s expression.

*Two Hours Earlier*

Percy Jackson cannot keep his excitement to himself. It is layering every cell of his body, hugging him like a childhood blanket. He thinks if someone squeezes him he’ll leak stardust. Today he gets to see his two best friends. Friends he hasn’t seen in six months. Friends he cannot survive without. Friends he’d turn back time for. Friends he’d turn back for. He knows the colour of Orpheus’s soul. He bleeds the same way.

“Mom,” He calls, liking the way the words bounce around the house. Sally is finally taking some time to herself— three successful publications and a child later— so naturally she’s been spending all her time in the garden. Paul and Estelle are at the park, or the zoo, or something? He just remembers a lot of giggling and some sticky kisses on his cheek this morning when his sister burst into the room. He was far too asleep to translate her babbling.

“Pers?” The sweet voice calls back.

“I’m heading out now,” He finds her in the kitchen, digging in the fridge for what looks to be ingredients for a new baking delight. “You sure you don’t need me here?”

“Percy,” She laughs, turning around to face him, three eggs in hand, “I promise I will survive an afternoon on my own. I swear between you and your fathers I’d be better off in a bubble-wrap suit.”

He can’t help the gleam that enters his eyes at the idea. She shuts it down with one of her signature Looks™.

“Have a good time with your friends, sweet boy,” She kisses his cheek, “And don’t forget to eat something.”

“Yea yea mom, we know, we have alarm clocks on our phones.” He rolls his eyes as he envelopes her in a hug, “Leo might sleepover, that okay?”

The way her ocean eyes light up makes him want to never let her go. How did he get this lucky?

“Of course it’s okay. Maybe I can finally convince him to show me his fajita recipe.” Her lips purse as she considers her angles.

Percy can’t help but laugh. Leo and Sally have been trading off recipes for as long as they’ve known each other but his friend refuses to give his mom the fajita secrets. He says it’s the only recipe he hasn’t quite perfected (much to everyone else’s disagreement... and taste buds) and he won’t share it until he knows it’s exactly right.

“Good luck with that one mom,” He pecks her cheek. “See you in a bit.”

The day is unseasonably warm. Sunshine seeping into the concrete, making shadows dance as they wink between alleys, over sidewalks. He loves Manhattan like this. It feels almost like a city after apocalypse, rebirthed, a little greener, trying again. Even the subway doesn’t smell like rotting food and stuffy molding tunnels. There’s a breeze coming from the north, racing the trains.

He’d promised to meet Leo at Washington Square before they both headed for Jason who was attending some lecture at NYU. With little fanfare he snags the A-train and keeps to himself, earphones in, matching his streak in Temple Run.

Before he can break his newest high score his stop comes up and then he’s out of the train>the station>on the street. He spots Leo almost immediately. Leaning against the bike railings, bright blue headphones on, and a mess of curls obscuring his angular face. Percy takes a second to stare, uninterrupted and unabashed. His friend is… beautiful. All brown skin and sharp angles and curly black hair that turns shades of copper in the sunlight, and busy hands, so busy. Percy has felt every groove and callus and scar on those fingers. Has held those hands, and brushed across that skin. They have always been the “touchy” friends; the “let me hold you for a little too long” friends. It keeps them grounded. If I can touch you I know you’re here. If I can touch you I can feel you’re alive.

Leo looks up, and his dark eyes catch the sun, sets them on fire. Percy is scrambling to take his phone out before he can stop himself, fingers fumbling to open the camera. He clicks and he wonders how anyone manages to survive when they catch people being so… ethereal. His heart is beating fast, too fast. He certainly isn’t surviving. Leo sees him. And smiles, and Percy has to take another picture, and another, and another.

And then his friend is in front of him, already laughing. “Were you just taking pictures of me you weirdo?”

“No, something very strange is happening behind you and i wanted to document it for my “I’m alive” diary.” He grins, wrapping his arms around that small waist. He breathes deeply, taking in the smoky cinnamon smell that seems to cling to his friend.

“You are such a liar, Jackson,” Leo is still laughing. Percy can feel it against his shoulder.

“I’m making it my wallpaper.” He says into the hug, breath fanning across a neck, summoning goosebumps.

“I don’t know why you’d want to see me every time you open your phone,” He can practically hear the eye roll.

“For the same reason you seem to want to see me and Jason,” He smiles. “I like pretty things.”

“I am pretty, aren't I?” Leo finally pulls back, enough so they can look at each other.

“The prettiest,” He scrunches his nose, pouts his lips, and then steps away completely. “Let’s go drag our nerd away from his studies.”

“What are we doing today by the way?”

“I don’t know,” He shrugs, grabbing Leo’s hand as he gives a cursory glance to the traffic before crossing the street. ‘But I should warn you my mother is pulling out all the stops to try and convince you to give up the fajitas.”

Warmth bursts from his friend, laughter spreading around their air. “Sally Jackson is relentless.”

“I did warn you,” Percy raises a brow, amusement tugging at his lips.

“You did,” He concedes, nodding hard enough for curls to brush against his lashes. With a huffed breath they fall to his temples once more.

The university is not much further from where they start but it takes them longer than it should, as they chat and idle and get distracted by everything. It is not often they have days like this. Where they don’t have to do anything. Be anyone. Right now, they’re just Leo and Percy. Two friends meeting up with a third.

And then the illusion shatters.

Percy is telling him about the latest project for his sculpting class, his left hand interlocked with Leo’s right, other hand animated in story. One second it’s “ — and then we had to—” and the next his friend is being flung fifty feet away. Ripped from him in a single blink

Percy hears Leo’s body hit the brick wall of a pizzeria and the crunch is enough to make his organs contort.

“LEO.” His scream shatters colours. He can only see red.

He hears the groaning even through the ringing in his ears. By the time he gets there Riptide is clasped securely in his hand, and the beast of ocean, water, earth, destruction, is sitting up, cocking its head, scraping its claws, growling within him.

“I’m okay,” His friend gasps out, curled on the floor. “But i don’t know what the fuck that was.”

“Here,” He chucks his emergency bag of ambrosia in the general direction of the half-blood and then he turns around.

His green eyes glow, the world is sharp, his focus missing nothing. He can practically see the weeds between the bricks breathing.

“Come out, come out.” He’s found the chant is usually enough to incite monsters. They hate not being the scariest thing in the room.

“Hello Percy Jackson.”

Something inside him locks up, turns tail and sprints so far into the darkness light no longer has a definition. The shadow that falls over his face is poisonous.

Akhlys steps towards him.

“What—” He can’t breathe properly. He can’t even move. “What are you doing here?” Words feel like lead under his tongue, seeping into his cells.

“You did not think—” She smiles. Teeth black, tongue forked, hair jet black. She is so beautiful it haunts the word. Everything about her is a shadow, playing with the light, tricking the eye, latching on to anything that wants to exist in brightness. “— that I would let our little meeting in Tartarus be the conclusion, did you?” She says it like he should have known she’d pop in. Only a matter of time, says her voice. Soon a death, screams his instincts.

He feels a warm presence behind him. Something dislodges behind his heart.

‘Who’s this clown?” Leo Valdez scoffs, turning his fiery expression on the goddess.

“Goddess of misery,” Percy’s voice is small, tinny and frightened. He sounds like the little kid who woke Gabe up by mistake. He sounds terrified.

Leo pieces it together and before he can blink his friend is standing in front of him, body already straightening, taking up space in this little alley, protecting pro-tec-ting (protecting).

“Hello goddess,” Honey voice, melting voice. “We don’t want any trouble. We’re just passing by.”

“Trouble?” She snorts. Her amusement is a noose getting tighter. “You will not be any trouble at all, Son of Hephaestus.” She takes another step forward and they notice the smoke curling from her dress, swirls of violets and reds and ivy green. It’s as if she’s made from toxins itself. “You see half-bloods,” Her smirk bends evil. “I do not come unprepared this time. I do not come alone.” Her mouth stretches out, a sort of grin that pulls at her skin, contorts it beyond humane. “Misery loves company after all.”

And there, slithering from between the folds of her dress are two vicious drakons, all black scales and powerful muscle. Before he can move the creatures are screaming towards them, swiping their tails in a vicious burst.

Once

Twice

Again

And Percy is eating concrete, face smashed into the unforgiving ground. Leo is once more across the world, too far away. His ears are ringing, mind sluggish, muddied. He can’t even feel his body, it is so far removed from his thoughts. He sees scales glistening past his bloodied vision, and something inside him trembles. It’s been a while, since he’s had to fight this hard to survive. Been longer still, since he’s had to fight a god. His instincts, the ones that have screamed and shoved their way through his life, are rearing now. Get Up Percy, Do Something, Find Leo, GET UP!.

With a deep breath, several beats of concaving silence, he gets to his knees, and then s H a K y feet. The drakon— midnight blue eyes unlike its emerald counterpart— attached to his death blow seems to grin at him as he sways from side to side. He attempts to lift Riptide but his arms feel so heavy he blinks down to check he hasn’t mistakenly attached boulders to them. They look like arms, all blue veined and full of scars, tattoo stark black against his brown skin. His fingers twitch around the hilt of his sword, but do not move much more.

His head is so stuffy, cotton trees blooming wild.

“Percy,” A rasp sounds from three light years away. He turns around, jagged and uneven to see his friend staggering towards him. “We’ve been poisoned.”

Leo looks awful. Leo looks like he won’t survive another second in this hellish moment. The sight snaps Percy into destroyer . He is his name, his name is his.

The anger that surges forward burns the cotton forest; flammable trees. Riptide strikes the ground, and then his wrist is twirling, arm arcing upwards, down

down

down

And the drakon is prowling no more. Its severed head twitches once before the entire body goes up in smoke and ash.

Percy is already moving, a hurricane in perfect motion, swirling towards the neat rows, towards the order. He is going to make paintings out of his demolition. “Poisonous Hurricane Warning”, it’ll be called. They’ll sell for millions to people who no longer have homes. Everyone likes to keep mementos of their own downfalls.

He slashes through the second drakon like sirens through water, smooth, gliding, effortless. Nothing can stop him. Not even a goddess. She hurt Leo. Percy thinks it’s time to cull the gods.

“JACKSON!” His friend screams.

The world slows down, treacle-ruin pouring into the storm. He doesn’t have time to move as a blood-red dagger of pure, unbottled rage, straight from the heart of Akhlys herself, soars towards him. He knows it will kill him. It is heading straight for his chest. But he can’t stop it. Not with riptide, not with water, not even by simply moving. He is seeing the world in nanoseconds. But he cannot move the same way. He has time, just one blink worth, to look at his best friend. Bloodied, and bruised, and pale from poison still running through them. He wants to take a picture. His friends have always looked most intricate when they’re fighting to survive. So much power thrums in the air he can almost taste their specific blend. Burning coal, fresh water, bonfires on the beach. Their exact mix of water and fire, earth and burning.

He can see the pain in Leo’s eyes. The way he’s trying to stop the poison. Hand outstretched, legs splitting over too much concrete, one      big      step after the other. But he’s too far. A single step out of reach. One brush of fingers out of the way.

The world speeds up, Percy stands tall, defiant, stares at Leo. The blood dagger never hits.

A single bolt of lightning flashes, and a gold coin sizzles as it hits the floor. His eyes burn as he blinks away the flash of brightness, notices the dissipating red mist.

Jason Grace slams into the alley.

“Leave them alone Akhlys.” His voice is deep and full of seething unchecked fury. “You lost a fight. Do not start a war.”

“Son of Jupiter,” The goddess regards him with curiosity, her posture turning from pure malevolence to something filled with interest. Her black eyes sparkle dangerously. “What business do you have? I do not appreciate the interruption.”

“They are mine.” Percy’s blood becomes neon. “And under the protection of my father.” Before the goddess can interrupt Jason takes a step towards her, doesn’t even turn back to look at his friends. Percy can see it’s an effort, by the way his shoulders are bunched, the curl of his fist.

“You do not want to do this. Your monsters are dead. And they will recover from your poison before you can summon more. You do not have enough strength to take us all on your own. Go Akhlys. Leave us be.”

Thunder rumbles above them, sky a sickly grey. He doesn’t know if it’s Zeus’ agreement or his friend’s rage but he will not question that now.

The goddess considers them, and with nothing more than a tiny smirk disappears into black smoke. Percy’s body takes her exit as a sign, and simply collapses against the brick wall.

He can’t really keep his eyes open; his ears are still ringing. The last thing he sees is the concerned blue of Jason’s eyes, and the scared brown of Leo’s. Darkness smothers him.

He comes too a few minutes later, cradled in strong arms, cheek pressed against a rapid heart.

“Jase?” His voice is croaky but he can hear again. Blood matts his hair but it no longer flows into his eyelashes.

His friend looks down at him, blue eyes crystal clear, “Hey.” It is so gentle.

“I can probably walk, if you— uh if you wanna put me down…”

The half-blood just responds by tightening his grip and continuing on.

He hears a quiet, “Save your energy.”

“Leo?” He sounds so far away but Jason hears all the same.

“I'm here, my love.” A hand strokes his cheek. Percy tilts his head up, sees his friend limping along next to them. He tries to smile. It comes out as a wincing slant instead.

They don’t walk much further, quiet engulfing them, power still thrumming under their skin. It takes them hours to calm down when they’re like this. It’s worse when they’re together. Something about the three of them sets off the most vicious of their instincts.

Jason’s lightning, to Leo’s burning, to Percy’s destruction. Sky meets air meets earth.

Eventually they get to a hotel, where his friend finally sets him down in the elevator. He leans against the mirrored wall while Jason fishes for the keycard. Leo is pressed to his side. They’re holding each other up by the force of their closeness.

When it dings for their floor, the blonde tucks an arm around each of their waists and half carries them to his room.

“Pers,” A keycard is shoved into his hand. He swipes. They practically fall into the room.

“Sit.” Harsh voice, raw voice, voice straining to keep too much in. “Both of you.” Angry eyes, eyes full of pain, eyes glistening with worry.

Percy sits down heavily, wincing as the rough wooden stool scrapes his already bruised legs. He feels more than sees Leo settle beside him, a metal chair rocking back and forth. They look up simultaneously and nearly flinch at the lightning flashing behind Jason’s expression. Their friend busies himself with the first aid kit, handing them ambrosia and nectar, before disappearing into the bathroom. They nibble and sip in silence. Half-gods, half feasting, half-dead only. Sometimes Percy thinks it’s unfair that his human side dies, when it’s his god side that forces him into trouble. Where is the balance?

Jason steps back into the room, glasses shoved into his hair, bandages and cotton swabs and other useful things spilling from his arms.

“Percy first.” Leo mumbles.

The boy in question is about to protest but one look from both of them shuts him up.

He sits as still as possible as Jason settles on his knees in front of the chair, dabbing a cotton round into the rubbing alcohol.

And then ever so gently, a golden hand brushes back his jet black curls, and the cotton swab is pressed to his forehead. It stings, but he doesn’t even blink. He can see the flecks of grey in Jason’s eyes, they’re so close. The blonde’s touch is warm, and present. They have moved to his temples, along his cheek. It hurts so bad tears spill over, but still he doesn’t move. A thumb swipes the streaks away and it makes him cry harder.

“I’m sorry,” He chokes. “I didn’t know she was still mad, I didn't ever think she’d— I didn't mean to put you guys in danger, I swear. I’m so sor—”

“Percy,” They say at the same time, soft enough to change the meaning of clouds.

“It’s not your fault.” Leo grabs his hand, intertwines their fingers.

“We’re sorry we couldn’t protect you more.” Jason kisses his forehead.

“We’re alive and that’s all that matters.” Leo wipes away tears.

“I got to you in time.” Jason puts his hand over their clasped ones.

He chokes on his own gratitude, turns to jelly under the weight of their love.

“Fix Leo,” He manages to crack out. “I want to hug you guys for a while.”

Together they work to bandage and mend. Heal and hold. Become .

The ambrosia has worked the poison out of their systems completely and the quiet of those few moments had satiated the power screaming through their blood. By the time they’re done they feel closer to human. Gods only in portion, human in heart.

“I didn’t expect you guys to come over,” Jason starts, scratching his neck as he turns to put the first aid kit away, “so i only booked a room with one bed.”

“Oh,” Percy smiles, standing up slowly, Leo coming with him. They are reluctant to let their hands fall out of grip. “Well we usually just sleep in the same bed, do you mind crashing with us?”

“We can always snag a few pillows and camp on the floor,” Leo shrugs. He says it in that casual way that only comes from the familiarity of the action. I’ve done it a thousand times. I can do it again.

“Um no,” The blonde says quickly, cheeks pinker than usual. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I um don’t usually sleep with other people but if it doesn’t bother you guys then—”

Leo wraps an arm around Jason’s neck laughing into his chest. “Come on buddy, let’s get into bed. Before you talk yourself into a lightning storm.”

Percy giggles at that before they all crash into the soft cotton sheets. It takes some maneuvering but they end up with Leo in the middle, Percy curled around his back, and Jason on his stomach on the far end, near the huge windows. The city from here looks like something out of an alien world. So far away, full of magic and possibility, vibrant. Nothing like the smoke and steel and monster they had just danced with.

Before he can tumble into voluntary blackness, Percy whispers, “Thank you for saving me. Thank you for loving me.”

He doesn’t hear the soft, softer, “Thank you for choosing us.”

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His skin is warm. That’s the first thing Percy catalogues upon waking. Warm from the sun, from other human beings. Warm as in comfort. With a groan, he buries his head into the pillows and cuddles up to the body in front of his. He could live here forever. Just like this. He understands what happiness means here, now, in this exact moment.

New York is loud and busy and he can barely hear it. The room is coated in a layer of peace that he’s felt maybe thrice in his life. 1. The day he and his mom walked into their new apartment and it smelt like nothing. No beer bottles, leftover pizza, cigarette stench. No Gabe. 2. The day they won the Titan War and Camp Half-Blood’s borders were reinforced. 3. The first time he walked into New Rome. Not the camp, where ghosts and demigods marched like they were training for battles they’d already died in. The city of New Rome with its markets and cafes and children laughing and adults sighing affectionately.

He doesn’t allow himself to open his eyes just yet. Instead lies, curled, taking in the restfulness of the room. This is the beginning of the rest of his life. He can feel it in the way his lungs take in air.

With nothing more than an exhale he shifts slightly so that the arm draped over Leo’s waist also snags Jason’s shoulder. Percy opens his eyes. And he never wants to close them again.

Because these people, lying in this bed next to him, are magic. Flushed cheeks, and smooth skin, and gentle breathing, and messy hair. Sheets crumpled around their torsos. Pillows leaving streaks across their foreheads. Shirts dragged up to expose endless body. Beautiful doesn’t have enough syllables. Gorgeous, not enough variation. They look like museums. Like art.

Leo lets out a soft sigh and it takes everything inside him not to trace the sound with his fingers.

“Mhm, Pers?” Raspy voice. Sleepy voice. Going to cause heart failure voice. It’s Jason.

“Angel-boy?” He’s soft as a mouse.

“Why are you awake? You okay?”

“Yea,” He manages to get out. Surprised he doesn’t choke on the words he’s dying to say. Words he’d bottled beneath his ribcage and lost under his panic.

“You sleep okay?” Leo stirs between them, hand fists into Jason’s shirt. Settles.

“Like the dead.” He smiles, watching as the blonde slowly opens his eyes. This is when they’re bluest. Percy’s favourite time to photograph them. They’re so blue he’s sure he’s lost gravity. So blue he can see people swimming in them. So blue he wants to drown a thousand times over just to have them on him.

Eyes open fully.

Phone camera clicks

Warm, amused smile greets him.

Camera clicks again * again * again * again.

“Can i move now?” Raised eyebrow, smirking lips, sparkling gaze. Click.

He’ll never understand why his friends entertain his habits so easily. They see him taking out his camera and they freeze, wait, change angle when his frown dips slightly in concentration.

“You can move,” He grins, “Thank you.”

They fall into silence, both turn to stare at the friend between them. He is peaceful like this. Unbusy, unmoving. Every part of Leo Valdez is a fire, dancing, and jumping, and flickering, and burning in the waking hours. But he is embers resting when he sleeps. Warm and comforting and so very still. Glowing.

“Exquisite, huh?” Jason mumbles sleepily, smirk turning to soft smile.

“Beyond.”

“He doesn’t believe us, you know?” The blonde is more awake now, conscious in his thoughts, even tone.

“I know,” Percy sighs, brushes a hand over a brown cheek. “I try to use the photos to show him but he doesn’t see it.”

“He will.”

“How can you be so sure?” and what he’s really asking is ‘am i that obvious in my feelings?’ ‘do you think he understands what i'm trying to show him?’ ‘does he know?’ ‘do you?’

“Because you— we, love him too much to give up.” Jason finally looks up, catches his gaze. Blue-green, and the earth has finally met the sky. “You love him so openly. You couldn’t give up on him even if you tried.”

“Do you think you’re beautiful?”

“You’ve certainly told me enough times,” Jason laughs quietly.

“But do you believe me?”

“If you told me the sky turned neon green, I wouldn't even look up.”

“Well that’s just rude,” A voice from between them grumbles. “When i tried to convince you that we played pranks on everyone after you lost your memory you said that sounds very unlike you and refused to dye Dylan’s hair blue with me.”

Percy looked at Leo, at Jason. Jason looked at Percy, at Leo. And they all burst out laughing.

“Are you saying you don’t love me Grace?”

“I loved you the day you made us sewer tacos, Valdez.” The blonde scrunches his nose, tease softening the angles of his face.

“And you love me Jackson?”

“Was I being too subtle about it, mi corazón?” Percy smiles, cards fingers through black curls.

“As long as you know I love you too.” Leo smiles. It lights up the darkest parts of the room. “Both of you.”

“Oh good, so i can kiss you now?” Percy had always been the boldest of the three, especially when it came to emotions. To this overwhelming feeling. To the intensity poets claim with every word.

“Please kiss me.” His friend laughs, smiles, bubbles, breathes.

So Percy does. Kisses him. Softly at first, and then presses harder. Hard enough for the pillows to make molds of their love. Kisses again, and again, in all kinds of angles, till they’re breathless. And then he turns his head, and captures Jason.

“Trios have always felt safest.” He whispers.

Jason seals it with a kiss. And it is nothing like Leo’s and everything like it all at once. The same intensity, same dizziness, same need to imprint lines into each others’ bones. But different feeling. Leo is burning and messy and consuming. Jason is angled and gentle and full.

They break apart. He watches as the loves of his being share their own kiss. His heart skips A beat. Changes rhythm entirely. It’s syncing up with theirs, he knows it. Only a matter of time before his lungs start exhaling on their inhales as if he can take in everything they release. As if they can take in everything he can’t keep.

“Breakfast?” Leo grins.

They’re smiling themselves into a new definition of happiness.

“Breakfast.” Jason finalises.

Their food alarms go off at the same time. They all missed the dinner one. Sorry Mom, he thinks.

FUCK! He didn’t message his mom.

Bolting up in bed, panic flooding his system, he’s already fumbling for the phone he’d discarded in the covers, mumbling a litany of expletives. “I messaged her before we crashed.” Jason grabs his neck, strokes a thumb behind his ear.

“We fucking love you.” He practically bowls the blonde over, showering him with kisses. “What would we do without you?”

“Getting murdered by Mrs Jackson I believe.” Amusement shades the room in a shimmering gold.

Leo Valdez laughs, falls over limbs and chests. “May we survive this cruel world.”

“May the cruel world survive us.” Jason Grace echoes.

Percy Jackson clasps their hands, intertwines their fingers. “May we stay together even if it doesn't.”

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[poem transcript:

you never knew// the stars had a flavor//until you first kissed him.

it turns out// they taste like ambition and ancient fire// desperation and self-destruction// determination and dark matter// and the mind numbing fear// of being left// alone// again.

[italicised] (he's not alone anymore.)

end id]

#valjercy #pjjg fanfic #jason grace #percy jackson #leo valdez #jason #grace #percy #jackson #leo #valdez #aklhys goddess #akhlys

[inkformyblood]

back to their intended journey

Day 01 @bobadinweek Prompt: Identity & Fighting Warnings: None

Din wakes in an instant, slipping between the dark depths of sleep to the blade-bright sunshine of a Tatooine morning, his hand already unfurling across the bed towards—

Something.

The pang of loss cuts at his chest, his dream barely remembered in tattered fragments that fall away as he stands. Din rises onto his toes reflexively, the harsh calluses on his feet not protecting him from the chilled floor, and he moves to the door that joins his room to Grogu’s.

He hadn’t known how to ask Boba for a space for his child. The words remained locked behind his teeth after the thought swirled into existence as the Jedi mentioned Grogu returning as if it was the simplest thing in the world. 

As if Din hadn’t torn out his soul when his ad’ika left to go and train with the Jedi.

It had been Boba who had listened as Din broke himself on the shattered rocks of his own grief and pain again and again. It had been Boba who had recognised his description of the Jedi — a rolling peal of laughter startling out of him and stopping Din’s tortured cycle in its tracks. It had been Boba who had found Din’s son once more and pressed the communicator into his hands without a second word and stepped out of the room.

But Boba had known, his gaze piercing through Din’s armour like it was nothing when Din had settled to stand by his side, resting his hip against the arm of the throne to take the pressure off of his bad leg. Boba had stretched up, hooking his curled finger beneath Din’s helmet — just brushing against the exposed skin as Din gasped, soundless but felt — and grinned, a slow, languid expression that suited Boba.

“Got you an upgrade, Mando,” Boba said, releasing him and Din had swayed, suddenly adrift in a violent sea of emotions all demanding to be felt. “Some extra space for when your ad stays. Should be ready by tonight, and I’ve picked up some things already. You can change whatever you want.”

Then he had gestured for the next supplicant to step forwards as if it was that simple. Din remained at his side and ghosted his fingers across Boba’s shoulder, tapping against the jut of his spine at the nape of his neck in silent thanks and been treated to that slow delighted grin once more. 

Din shakes off the hazy veil of memories and steps closer to the door but pauses, his hand outstretched towards the controls. The slow, easy, familiar voice wasn’t just from his memories as he began to be able to make out words from the melodic hum.

“—all about the balance, bero’ika.”

Din tips his head to one side, missing the clarity of sound filtered through his helmet, but without it, the rumble of Boba’s voice shudders through him. Heat blooms in his cheeks, as powerful as the midday sun, and it tears the air from his lungs. Silence reigns inside his head and echoes through his chest before he hears Boba speak again.

“Feel like helping me rule again? It’s looking like we’ve got a busy day ahead of us, but your buir can sleep for a while longer.”

Boba’s use of ‘we’ catches Din in the soft spaces between his ribs. Even before, at his covert, as one of the Beroyas, he was alone, separated from the others, but Boba welcomed him without hesitation. It was a debt he couldn’t put into words, and he knew the other man would insist that he didn’t need to carry that obligation.

Din forces his thoughts back into line, presses the stray whisper of “mhi ba'juri verde,” back into the shadows, and stretches out for the door controls. 

He catches himself, frozen by the sudden realisation that his helmet is still resting on the stand next to his bed. Din knew he had broken his Creed and would break it again a thousand times over for Grogu, but Boba hadn’t commented on it or judged him for returning to the familiar comfort of his helmet. The choice was fully in Din’s hands.

He wants to.

The feeling isn’t as much of a surprise now, curling across his shoulders like a contented lothcat rather than the first cold drowning terror of realisation.

The words bubble in his throat before he catches them behind the cage of his teeth. Not yet. He can’t take that final step.

“Boba?” 

“Yeah?”

Din sighs, a barely-there exhale. “Could you— could you close your eyes?”

“Already done.” Boba’s reply is swift, a warm thread of something Din didn’t dare name winding through his words. It softened the edges of them like a rock worn smooth by the endless passage of time, and Din taps the controls without a moment’s more hesitation.

Grogu shrieks when he sees him, his hands extending to reach for him like a grasping vine, and Boba sways with the movement, one hand cupping the wriggling child’s back to keep him secure. Din’s mouth dries, his heartbeat echoing in his ears as he steps forward to cradle Grogu. 

As he does so, his hands brush against Boba’s arms — bare and roped with heavy scars, his natural golden skin burnt pale in coiling patches — and his fingers brush the curve of Boba’s belly. His torso is bare, his skin warm and burning, and a shiver runs down Din’s spine as the brush of contact burns away a chill he hadn’t been aware that he was carrying.

Boba’s eyes flicker behind trembling lids, his head tipping as he tries to track Din’s movement — his hunting instincts carved into his bones — but they remain firmly closed. This close, Din could track the slight rise and fall of Boba’s shoulders, unhurried and unconcerned, and watch the soft smile as it curls across his face.

“Good sleep?”

“Yeah.” Din’s voice cracks as he answers, and he ducks his head to nudge his nose across the curve of Grogu’s skull, the child tipping back in his arms to coo up at him.

“Good.” Boba claps his hands together, the sound a dull thunk compared to the ringing proclamation when he was in his armour. “More Mandalorians arrived last night. We’re going to have a busy day, ne’alor.”

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Din keeps his gaze high as the ocean unfurls beneath him, sunlight reflecting off beskar in every colour imaginable and casting shards of rainbows across the walls. Boba mentioned his childhood infrequently, but Din remembers his description of the predatory fish that would swarm just off of the landing bays on Kamino well — the rows of flashing spines on their backs that would suddenly spark into life as they descended on the meat Boba would throw into the water. 

A cold chill worms down his spine as he shifts and heads turn with him — some bare and the want is splashed across their faces, a light flickering in their eyes while some had kept their helmets on and swayed with him like distorted shadows.

They want a ruler, but Din is only a man.

So, he keeps his gaze high and sways as he stands, the dull ache in his knee radiating up into his hip. Before they started to arrive, drawn by the darksaber like lightning bugs in the dead of night, he would perch on the curved arm of Boba’s throne and feel Boba’s shoulder brush against the small of his back as the other man moved. 

He doesn’t dare show such weakness now. 

There is a brace built into his armour — yet another favour that Boba performed for him as if it was nothing — and Din leans into it, hearing the faint clicks as it curls around the twisted muscle and bone. He feels Boba’s eyes on him, a brush similar to the slide of his fingers across Din’s vambrace some evenings, a silent question and a reminder contained within that small gesture before Boba turns back to his court, cutting off the man babbling in front of him with a wave of his hand. 

Boba’s helmet is resting at the ground by his feet — Grogu sitting next to it with one clawed hand pressed to the metal — so, as the assembled group watches, Boba’s grin curls and sharpens. The man in front of him freezes, his face pale, and Din leans forward despite himself, focusing on the fast pulse of the man’s heart in his throat, waiting for him to run. 

“Should have known that a clone would be so disrespectful.” 

Din twitches, his gaze shifting although he keeps his face turned towards the supplicant and scans the Mandalorians resting to one side. His eyes fall on one in particular, a tall human man with a shocking crop of pale blonde hair that floats around his face as if suspended in water. His gaze was fixed on Boba, acidic with hatred, and his lip was curling at one corner, revealing a small jewel set into a tooth. 

“He’s sitting when his betters are standing.” The sentence isn’t directed at anyone except Boba, the man’s voice pitched too low to carry, but the Mandalorians around him sway as if caught in a breeze, not stepping away or crowding closer, merely waiting and listening.

Rage burns in Din’s stomach, heat rising to his chest where it blooms into a forge. His hand curls into a fist, his knuckles cracking as loud as a blaster shot beneath his beskar, but Boba doesn’t acknowledge it. His gaze remains steady, his head tipping to one side as he continues to speak to the man in front of him, a low growl that normally sends sparks down Din’s spine and kindles the urge to press himself closer and feel the rumble of his words through his chest. 

Boba pauses, and Din can sense the air in the room sharpen, an electricity convalescing as if summoning a lightning storm, but the other man merely shrugs, a faint flicker of movement out of the corner of Din’s eye. Grogu chirps, and Din breaks his study of the younger Mandalorian to turn to the child. 

Grogu’s ears flicker, and he waves a hand at Din, tiny claws unfurled, before tapping on Boba’s knee. Small chips of paint flake away beneath his touch, and Din lets his thoughts spiral for a moment, settling on the slow drag of a paintbrush over treated beskar, the whispering scratch of a nail before the paint dried and the low hum as they worked. He drags them back, a pang of nostalgic grief blooming alongside the bonfire in his chest. 

Boba draws Grogu onto his lap, shifting to settle the child against the curve of his thigh. When he spoke, his voice was low, pitched so only they could hear it. “Oya, ne’ad’ika. Jaster ja’haili.” 

Din feels the world slow around him, the intensity of a firefight paling in comparison as he watches the lines around Boba’s eyes soften, sees the other man glance over at him, a single question on his face, a moment of hesitation. They’d never spoken of anything beyond the immediate, Din unable to say and Boba unwilling to push, but the understanding between them is greater than anything either had experienced before. 

Din nods once, a single jerk of his head, and knows that he would hunt down storm clouds and pluck the twin suns from the sky to keep Boba grinning like he is.

Grogu claps his hands together, the action a mirror of Boba’s habit, dragging Din back into the present, and the child turns to stare up at them both.

“Nicely done, ad’ika. Next. You all heard the kid.”

A small scoff from the scowling Mandalorian to the side draws Din’s gaze back to him, his shoulders curling in preparation of… something. He could taste the anticipation in the air, thick and coppery, reminiscent of blood.

“Why are we letting a bunch of batch scrapings tell us what to do? I mean—“

Din turns to Boba, sees the tight lines around the corners of his mouth, watches as the insult sinks in and catches in the soft undersides of his ribs but turns away. The shield Boba pulls over himself is beskar-made and painted in the same dark green as his armour, an obligation he continues to carry. Why isn’t he defending himself? 

There was something here Din was missing, a gap in his knowledge that he kept circling like a sarlaac pit. It bit at him like a burr that clung to a gap in his armour. A lack of knowledge, a single misstep, would have been enough to get him killed while he ran missions and yet, watching Boba be insulted and do nothing about it, feels worse. 

“You.” Din jabs his hand at the offending Mandalorian, letting the other settle on the hilt of the Darksaber and feels the handle hum beneath his touch. Boba’s breath hitches, and his grip curls a little tighter around Grogu, but he doesn’t stop Din. “Step forward.”

The man does as Din commands, his head raised and a smirk lingering on his face. His armour is clean, unscorched and freshly painted, with stripes of bright crimson running over his chest plate. He settles, not in front of Boba, but in front of Din, his gaze never straying to the throne. 

“Ni sushi ga’ke’gyce.”

“You pledge yourself to my rule? You swore to follow me and my orders?” The ritual words taste sour in Din’s mouth, and the echo of Boba’s pledge rises like a shadow in the edges of his thoughts, simply made and given without hesitation. 

“Yes, Mand’alor.” The man remains still, but there is a note of caution in his words, his gaze twitching slightly as if he was fighting against the urge to glance towards the others, searching for support. 

“You insult the Mandalorian who helped return my son to me. You degrade the king who has given us all sanctuary and safety without asking for anything in return. You cast judgement on a better man than you.”

Boba’s hand curls around Din’s elbow, drawing him back, and Din turns at his urging, his heart beating too fast in his chest. 

Boba’s gaze is steady, but his brow is furrowed. He moves from his customary sprawl and collects his helmet from the floor next to him, holding it next to Grogu. “Are you sure?”

Din moves without thinking, leaning down, his hand splaying on the arm of the throne, to press his forehead to Boba’s. This close, Din can see the shiver that rolls through the other man at the cold touch of beskar, but he leans into it, fighting to keep his eyes open rather than let them fall shut in benedictional delight. Boba’s gaze is dark and locks onto Din’s in the small gap of his visor, and Din can’t help wondering what Boba can see through the tinted material.

It is a moment that Din could stay in forever, but he breaks away sooner than he wants, a fierce blush colouring his cheeks at the involuntary sigh Boba releases as they both straighten. Din turns back to the man, feels the rage reignite in his chest. 

“Get out. Don’t come back before you’ve made amends to Boba. I have spoken.”

The man stumbles, his jaw slack and bright colour high in his cheeks, before he turns and moves, every step disjointed and uneven. His shadow disappears long after his huddled form vanishes down the steps of the palace. 

“Fennec. Can you watch the kid?” Boba’s voice is carefully steady, the voice of a king and Din flushes, the intensity of his actions beginning to dawn on him. He had drawn Boba into kov’nyn, Boba had called Grogu his heir. Unbidden, his wayward thoughts from that morning resurface, traitorous but compelling. 

“Of course.” 

Grogu babbles something, and Din reaches out and brushes a finger over the curve of his ear before Fennec — swinging her rifle onto her back and slipping down from her perch in the same motion — scooped him up. She pauses to assess Grogu before settling him on her hip. 

“Court is over.” Boba doesn’t raise his voice, but it carries, flooding out over the crowd, and they are moving before they understand. “Get out.”

Then they are alone. 

Boba presses himself up and turns, dragging Din sideways in the same motion. His foot curls, hooking behind Din’s ankle and spilling him into the throne Boba had just left. The air rushes from Din’s lungs in a gasp, a dull ache radiating down his spine, but he doesn’t have a second to move when, all predatory grace and harsh lines, Boba crowds him backwards, his hands curled around the arms of the throne. 

Their foreheads brush, not quite a Keldabe, but the shadow of one and Boba rocks back on his heels, his prosthetic catching against the stone floor with a hiss before he settles. “What are you thinking? Got to help me out here, Din.”

Boba’s voice curls around his name, reverent, as if it was precious.

“I can’t read your mind like one of those Jetti. Why did you do that?”

“He was insulting you.”

Boba’s grin sharpens. “Not the first time and won’t be the last. I would have not survived this long if I get worked up over every arsehole who looks down on me because of what I am.

“I’m a clone first and foremost. Even now, people will look at me and think they know who I am. Sometimes they see the armour, but I’m not a Mandalorian the same way you are.

“I’m a bounty hunter second. I’ve done terrible things to get my reputation, and I’ve done great things too. It’s all about the balance and you, kot'hokaan, have just upset that balance by throwing your lot in with me.”

Boba sighs, a rasp catching at the ends of the sound, but he doesn’t move away to get a drink. Instead, he leans closer, peering into Din’s visor and their eyes meet and lock.

“The Mandalorians aren’t here for me. They can barely restrain themselves from tearing my armour from me because they don’t think I’m worthy because they didn’t think my buir was worthy. He was a foundling who was Mand’alor for a time and next to none of those who followed him live.

“They’re here for you.”

“I never asked for it.” Din wants to move and press back against the cage of Boba’s bracketing embrace, wants to stay still and let the other man envelop him. He takes in the crinkles at the corners of Boba’s eyes, watches the way his scars dip and twist over his cheek as he smiles then breaks into a laugh.

“That makes you the most suited for the job.”

Boba knocks his knuckles against the hilt of the saber, and Din can feel the answering vibration in his teeth, a purr of contentment emanating from the weapon. 

“Why wouldn’t I choose you?” Din circles back, sees confusion flicker across Boba’s face, and the other man straightens slightly, tipping his head to one side. “You’ve done so much for me, for Grogu, and I can’t even begin to repay you—“

“I’d swore to return your child to you as repayment for my armour. I don’t pledge my word lightly, and you don’t have to repay me. I owe you everything.”

“You owe me nothing. I wanted to help. What he was saying… it was hutyc. But why didn’t you say something?”

“They’re here for you.” Boba’s gaze bores into Din as inescapable as a black hole. “If you remain at my side, you’ll be dragged down with me.”

“And if I want that?”

Boba stood, towering over Din. He isn’t a tall man, but the way he carries himself is powerful, a confidence that fills the room, and Din raises his chin in defiance of it. He won’t be swayed from this, can’t retreat now that he has dragged the thought out into the light.

“I need to punch something,” Boba said. “Fancy a spar?”

Din laughs, nods and lets Boba pull him onto his feet. Boba hesitates for only a moment before his arm curls around Din’s waist, his thumb smoothing over the curve of his armour.

“You’re infuriating,” Boba says, stretching up with his free hand to draw Din down, pressing their foreheads together once more. “But I guess I’m stuck with you now.”

“For as long as you’ll have me,” Din promises. He keeps the vow carefully locked behind his teeth, but, as Boba laughs, helpless tremors that reverberate through Din, he can hear the echo of them in his words. 

It was enough. It was more than he ever expected. It was more than either of them had ever expected. 

Boba’s fingers loop through his as they walk, and Din squeezes them tightly, feeling the answering pressure, and knows that he has made the right choice and the only choice he could have.

Translations

Ad = child

bero’ika = little bounty

Buir = parent

Beroya = bounty hunter

Ne’alor = my King/leader

mhi ba'juri verde = we will raise warriors (part of the Mandalorian marriage vows)

Oya, ad’ika. Jaster ja’haili = Let’s go, my little one. Jaster watch over you.”

Ni sushi ga’ke’gyce. = I listen to your orders

kot'hokaan = axe (affectionate)

Hutyc = cowardly

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Keywords for overall energies of the signs

Aries: a baby, a tomboy, the sporty type, loud, aggressive, determined, a literal cartoon character, “let’s do it now!”, what you see is what you get, the one to yell while playing arcades, sexual, competitive, you can find them at the gym, flushed skin, friendly, protective, “yaaaaay!!!”, sooo much energy, confident, so many ideas yet so little time, cheerful, inpatient, fast, creative, sports fan, gets emotional easily, “I will fight you!”, bold, clumsy, independent, charming, in your face, a leader, sharp features, a golden retriever on crack.

Taurus: sensual, possesive, materialistic, stubborn, loves art, history and beautiful things; vintage item collector, fashionable, sweet tooth, likes fancy things, great at managing money (or spending it lol), doesn't like change, consistent, a nice voice, lightly scented perfume, is probably into ASMR, gentle, graceful, patient, chill, great advisor, calm, lazy, has an eye for quality, loves good food, in tune with their body’s needs, physical touch is important to them, will buy you gifts, all about the 5 senses.

Gemini: social, talkative, intellectual, gossipy, bubbly, funny, likes word plays and riddles, crafty, good with their hands, pays attention to the details, anxious, will google random things, gathers knowledge on everything, will stumble on their words, A LOT of nervous energy, gets easily distracted and easily bored, a lot of hand gestures, needs constant mental stimulation, very changeable, on-and-off, curious, witty, a cameleon, knows all the memes (or is a meme themself tbh), a talented writer, animated, *Chris Evans left boob grab*.

Cancer: homebody, sensitive, sentimental, clingy, nurturing, loyal, sympathetic, motherly, will babysit you, moody, soft, family type, giggly, protective, expresses emotions through creativity, feminine, will dabble in both lighter and darker themes, likes traditions, probably into picnics and tea parties or that weird tiny food cooking, needs to feel comfortable, easily influenced by moon phases, quiet, feminist activist, a home cook, a great listener, introverted, clear watery eyes, great memory, dark romantic glam; what youth is used to, age remembers.

Leo: flashy, confident, the star, dramatic, expressive, artsy, joyful, shines on stage, swag, prom queen/king, theater kid, great hair, charismatic, proud, the most chill out of the fire signs - they’re just too cool to be that obnoxiously loud, slow-mo sexy walk, egotistical, loves to be the best at what they do, "look at meee!", literal sunshine, heart of gold, generous, attention-seeker, bright smile, irresistible charm, stylish, every child’s role model, knows how to look good on camera, bling! bling!, *Tony Stark throwing a peace sign*.

Virgo: hard-working, perfectionist, pedantic, a know-it-all, shy, critical, analytical, great with details, will do most of the work in a group assignment cause they don’t want the other person to screw up the project, practical, the nerdy type, an egghead, low key funny, a smartass, nitpicky, polite, obsessive, tense, always willing to help, sincere, fitness and nutrition junkie, hypochondriac tendencies, “diD yOu kNoW tHaT...”, usually not social but can speak and communicate very easily, great journalist, basically Hermione Granger.  

Libra: the pretty one, a social butterfly, tactful, indecisive, the nicest of the signs, dyplomatic, balanced, always dating, symmetrical shapes, delicate round features, likes beauty, fashion and makeup; great artistic sense, well-balanced taste, the one to compliment you, great communication, charming, flirty, soft colours, needs harmony, hates confrontations, offending anyone is the last thing on their mind, repulsed by brash people, can be old fashioned to the point of tackiness, cute, the basic bitch, fake, vain, probably into pinterest moodboards.

Scorpio: dark, mysterious, possessive, secretive, jealous, manipulative, reflective, will see right through you, is into the occult or criminology or some horror and stuff, goes through transformative situations in their life, dark type romantic, edgy jewelry, “Ophelia” by John Everett Millais, intense, goth on the inside (or the outside), leather and lace, deep DEEP emotions, Winona Ryder’s iconic roles, hard to open up, holds grudges, *frowns brows while staring into the distance*, will secretly stalk & observe you, will give you a death stare and make you cry.

Sagittarius: enthusiastic, can compete with an Aries with their loudness, goofy, blunt, genuine, tactless, a bookworm, likes travels, fascinated with anything foreign, soooo generous, a walking party, the one to put their foot in their mouth, needs freedom, happy-go-lucky, optimistic, impulsive, spontaneous, forgetful, short attention span, obnoxious, will ask existential questions, pHiLOsOphIcAl, can also be very zen and spiritual, the class clown, pop culture junkie, "I can't be taaaamed", *Bilbo Baggins running screaming “I’m going on an adventure!!!!”*.

Capricorn: authoritative, ambitious, hard-working, stoic, workaholic, opportunistic, rigid, responsible, resting bitch face, with an attitude, all about status, patient, reliable, serious, a shy type of smile, cold, loyal, sooo self-critical, sarcastic, *Dave Grohl breaking his leg on stage and still playing the whole show*, is into high status and brand names, ages well, a great storyteller, self-sufficient, an investor, being a damn pro, dark sense of humor, "You like my hair?? Gee thanks, just bought it... I see it I like it I want it I GOT IT" 🎶 .

Aquarius: flashes of brilliance, intellectual, aloof, a humanitarian, an activist, liberal, concerned with social issues, "emotions? I don't know her", genius, friendly, a weirdo, chases aliens, a trendsetter, eccentric, a proud rebel, stubborn yet open-minded, friends come first, great sense of humor, likes new gadgets and inventions, quirky, science nerd, loves and hates people at the same time, funny, distant, dreams of the utopian world, an individual, needs to be unique, hates labels, the inventor, a lightning bolt, “Nothing shocks me. I'm a scientist”.

Pisces: a dreamer, big imagination, artistic, lives in their own bubble, believes they're psychic, can be so pessimistic omg!, likes to talk to animals, compassionate, empathetic, head in the clouds, pretends they're in a music video when they listen to music, delusional, sees everything as doom and gloom, creative, will love you despite your flaws, big glossy eyes, sensitive, shy, sophisticated, a sweetheart, a poet, a blind follower, in tune with the nature, will pucker their mouth, literally loves being in the water... or sailing... or being on the beach.

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