#I… I’m just indifferent to him I’m extremely sorry

[lieutenant-amuel]

you wrote once about your favorite Disney princesses. What are your thoughts on the Disney non princess? Or top 10 princes?

Thank you for the ask!

The term “Disney non-princesses” is too vast, so I’ll go with the princes :P

I’ll take the characters from the same movies the princesses are from (even if they’re not “princes” aka royal), excluding:

EoA, because I’m not even sure which characters to include. Probably Gabe and Mateo because they’re the main characters and around Elena’s age. But I won’t include them because they are not well-known outside their show and either way we all know Gabe is always my number one, so let’s make this top more interesting.

Moana and Raya and The Last Dragon, because those movies simply don’t have male characters who could be considered “princes” (I don’t have the heart to call Maui or the guys (Boun and Tong) from Raya’s gang princes, sorry and I barely remember those characters because I’m not a big fan of the movies).

Before we begin, I want to note that this top is about MY favourite princes, not the best ones, and is supposed to reflect MY opinion, not yours. If you disagree, make your own post and don’t argue with me, trying to change my mind, because this kind of conversations is simply pointless. Anyway, I’ll try to express my opinion as politely as possible so I won’t offend anyone.

And now let’s get started!

11. The Prince (Prince Florian/Ferdinand)

I have nothing to say about him, besides he’s romantic and sweet. His role in the movie is insignificant, he appears only in two scenes and doesn’t even have speaking parts, I think?

I believe he could have a bigger impact on me if I loved the movie more, because my own bias plays a big role in making this top, but sadly he’s just bland for me.

10. Kristoff

Please, don’t bite me.

Despite the fact Kristoff is basically a lot more round than most of the characters I put higher, I still don’t have much to say about him, because he’s simply not my type.

I absolutely love Anna, but it doesn’t make me care about Kristoff as much as about her. He’s kind, loyal, brave, and even has a backstory, but… there’s still something missing. I don’t have the heart to call him unintelligent or God forbid dumb, but he just seems superficial to me. This is kind of people I don’t really like in real life, so I suppose it makes its impact.

I’m really sorry to all Kristoff fans, because really, he’s a great character, but just not for me. I often prioritize character’s personality over their complexity (which is why I’m not a fan of Elsa or Esteban if we take EoA into account because it’s been my brand~ for a long time) and if I don’t like them as a person, I cannot care about them as a character, and Kristoff is this case.

9. The Beast (Prince Adam)

As much as I love Belle, I’m indifferent to the Beast. I know he kind of has a complex character arc as we see how he’s actually changing thanks to Belle’s influence, plus we know a little of him before he was turned into a beast, like the fact he loves books, which actually does add something to his character, but I just don’t think that much about him. He’s nice, and that’s all I can say.

8. Prince Charming (Prince Henry)

I’m not sure what to say about him. He and Snow White’s prince are basically the same as neither of them plays an important role in the movies. I put him higher than the Beast mostly because of the sequels where he gets more personality (and an iconic jumping out of the window scene) that makes him a lot more enjoyable and fun to watch, even though he’s not really the character type I like.

7. Eric

Same as for the Beast. I strongly disagree with people who call Eric dumb or bland, but the fact I don’t insult him doesn’t mean he’s a character I often think about. I’m indifferent.

I love his passion for the sea, it makes him curious and adventurous, and I think it’s actually super interesting that despite being a prince, he has a down-to-earth hobby and is nice to his crew (and he has a super cool dog).

I heard Eric got “more personality” in the remake but I haven’t watched it yet so I cannot put my two cents in. Anyway, this top is about animated princes, so I wouldn’t put him higher either way. But the movie would certainly help me to look deeper into his character.

6. Phillip

Unexpected? Well, as I said, I’m biased. Sleeping Beauty is my favourite old Disney movie, Aurora was my favourite Disney princess as a kid and so it automatically made me love her man, too. He’s charming and brave as he’s actually rescuing Aurora, and as much as this is basically the only thing I can say about him, I still put him that high because he has a special place in my heart.

But you know, if we’re unnecessarily overanalyzing, Phillip is also kind of a rebel since when he fell in love with Aurora without knowing it was her, he refused to follow the betrothal and wanted to marry the girl he actually loved, so yeah, that’s nice. And he has a cool horse and a fun dynamic with his father.

5. Naveen

And we’re finally getting to the characters that I actually care about and even can say something beyond “he’s nice.”

I love Naveen! He’s energetic and optimistic, and I honestly do love characters like him. He’s super fun and has a fantastic arc, and I love his passion for music. As in Eric’s case, that’s great that he has a hobby and treats common people nicely despite being a prince.

Really, I just love characters with a radiant personality.

4. John Smith

I thought for a long time whether I should put John Smith or Naveen higher, because I like them pretty equally, but eventually John Smith won mostly because he’s deeper and I have more to say about him.

John Smith is great! He’s curious and adventurous, which I already said about Eric, but he’s a lot more dynamic and charming, and it makes him more enjoyable to me (his part in Mine, Mine, Mine is fantastic). He’s also decent, brave, loyal, caring, and what’s also important open-minded. I love characters who use to have wrong beliefs but learn eventually that they’re wrong. I think if I had rewatched Pocahontas before making this post, I’d say a lot more about him.

3. Eugene

My Top-3!

Eugene must be one of the most loved Disney male characters, and that’s well deserved! He’s charming and witty, brave and resourceful, has a great backstory that actually makes people care about him and it leads him to have a fantastic arc.

I really don’t know what else to say about him, he’s simply an amazing round character with a unique personality, and I really love him a lot.

I’m not taking Tangled the Series Eugene into account, because I sincerely don’t like how he’s portrayed there. They make a very big emphasis on his narcissism, especially in season 1, making him a comedy relief character, whereas in the movie it isn’t even such a big deal. Not to mention his absolutely terrible arc of being the prince of the Dark Kingdom. It completely erases his backstory in the movie and makes his story of being an orphan a lot less impactful for me.

2. Shang

Another bias, because, as you might have noticed, Mulan is my most favourite Disney movie. Just of all time.

To be serious, Shang is a perfect character for me. He’s brave, smart, takes his responsibilities seriously. He might be blunt and tough on the surface, but he’s also decent, respects his soldiers, wants his father to be proud of him, and always strives to do the right thing even if it’s contrary to his duties (I do have a type, don’t I)

and oh my goodness his song is the fire

He’s perfect, and I love him <3

1. Aladdin

That’s my boy!

Aladdin is my second favourite Disney movie, and Aladdin himself is definitely one of the reasons why.

He’s incredibly brave, decent, kind and selfless without being too soft as he’s also witty and resourceful. He also has many insecurities that force him to make wrong decisions, but he’s learnt from each one, and the general concept of his character being “the diamond in the rough” is really the main reason why I love him.

Aladdin is so layered and dynamic, and he will always be special to me.

Bonus: Gabe

ALRIGHT I’VE CHANGED MY MIND I will include Gabe, because it gives me an opportunity to finally ramble about my best man again and I cannot waste it.

I don’t even know where to start with.

I love his personality. He’s brave, honest, responsible, kind, selfless, protective, loving, extremely loyal and hard-working.

I love his story and how much he’s grown on me.

I love so many character tropes he embodies, and how some of the important aspects of his character resonate with me, which makes him special to me on a personal level.

He’s the character who unleashed my creativity as I created so much content of him and even built my own little universe that revolves around him and that I love to death.

He’s the only character on this list that I think about literally every day, and he will always be special to me because of the impact he’s made on me.

I love Gabe, and he’s placed out of this top, because he’s incomparable <3

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Thank you again for the ask! I hope I wasn’t too mean akjsnfkk.

#Ask me anything #Personal #Okay if I did include Mateo I think I’d put him higher than Eric but lower than Phillip #I… I’m just indifferent to him I’m extremely sorry #I liked him more in the past but throughout the time my opinion has changed #sadly #Honestly writing this post made me realize that princes are actually more boring than princesses #(to me at least) #There’s only five characters that I actually care about #(I don’t count Gabe because he’s not a Disney prince and I included him out of self-indulgence) #whereas in case of the princesses the whole top-10 are my big favourites #Эх

[satoruhour]

reader x toji where they hav an argument nd the reader dresses slutty and suddenly has plans at the club w her friends. but toji doesnt like that 🫣

a/n: IM HERE . IM HERE SORRY IVE BEEN RB-ING SO MANY THINGS !!!! but i promise im writing hahahaha. but also i dont owe anyone an explanation! enjoy anon!

wc: 1.4k

warnings: toji picks ur lock w/ a bobby pin lol, reader is a little mean LMFAO but #valid, dom!toji, pussy drunk tojiiiii, implied overstimulation, oral / cunnilingus (from the back + face-sitting + lying on ur back), exhibitionism? (reader is on call with her friends but her girls don’t know she’s getting eaten out!), implied unprotected p -> v sex @ the end, implied creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“yeah— but you didn’t have to say it like that!” you huffed out at your boyfriend, or so you thought, because you probably had read too much into this relationship, heart tearing apart when toji simply said he was with his woman, with benefits while on the phone with shiu. 

you tsked when toji opened his mouth to explain, a distraught expression on his face that implied it was a slip of his mouth but even then you were relentless about the simple slip-up that meant a lot to you. it wasn’t often that toji had anything but an indifferent expression on him and you’d relish in his panicking face with a smug grin if it wasn’t for your rage.

“stupid fucker — still thinkin’ i’m just some bitch he fucks like he doesn’t whine for me in his sleep,” you grumble to yourself mindlessly later, phone blowing up from the messages from your friends while you scour through various outfits that slowly flood your bed. 

No way he said that!!!! Wtf???? Who does he think he is?

let’s bring u out tonight babe. wear sum cute

yeah!!. Let’s get ur mind off of that lame fella . he still kinda hot tho…

it’s messy and there’s a continuous clash of colour with each skirt or top you pull out and you groan in annoyance, so you take a shower — and it’s not all that better either, mulling over that dreaded sentence while lathering yourself up, while washing it off, getting dressed. it pisses you off so much that a man’s words can affect you so much, but that’s the price you pay when it comes to toji.

the toji who gives you a crushed, bloody bouquet after coming back from one of his dangerous missions, the toji who grumbles while he pushes the last nugget in the mcdonald’s box toward you despite loving it, the toji who likes to feel your body against his because he’s said that the mere sensation of you pressed up against him is enough to make him cum.

you scoff when you hear a knock on the door, in the midst of pulling an extremely short skirt up your hips with your ass basically peeking out from under it, paying it no mind before securing a tube around your bust.

“shut the fuck up!” you bark back when toji knocks again and there’s silence altogether, rolling your eyes when there’s a dramatic sigh from behind the wooden door and your feet naturally has you swerving away from the bed to open up the door, if not for the call from your girls that come in. the ringtone echoes throughout the room, distracting you from the professional work being done by toji with one of your bobby pins.

with phone on the bed, it’s led to your ass being propped up while you’re on your hands, butt facing the door with a full on display of your miniskirt and the very lacey underwear toji’s gotten for you for your anniversary. it was a petty move, you know — everything felt right when you pulled the material over your legs after your shower, not expecting yourself to pick up such a revealing bottom.

but now you know everything definitely felt right when those panties pooled at one of your ankles that hang off the bed while you’re trying not to whimper into the call with your girls who’s just so excited to see you. it’s a wonder they haven’t already heard the sloppy noises of toji eating it from the back, hands gripping onto your ass cheeks so hard they form bruises and you don’t have it in you to give a fuck when the other licks a hot, long stripe up your folds.

“left the house already, hon?” one of your friends ask and you’re gripping so tightly onto the phone that it hurts a little, not missing the way toji mumbles out that your pussy tastes as sweet as ever.

“uh— ah! n-not yet!” you squeal when toji smiles into your cunt and you absolutely hate how your hips shimmy toward him instinctively when your boyfriend pulls on your thighs to bring you closer, “i’ll leave soon, o-okay— mm—”

“babe?”

“okay bye!” you panic and press the large red button, hanging up immediately before your moans increase in volume immediately and your head dips into the bedsheets. the man eats pussy like a starved man, slobbering over your pussy while his nose just takes in your scent and arousal — something that’s gotten him hooked since day one. your leaking hole, your sensitive clit, your twitching thighs. god, toji loved every part of you and he was determined to fuck you better than a friend with benefits.

“’m sorry baby, mmfhh—” toji grunts into your core, “any chance ya could forgive your old man?”

the hold on your pride was getting looser and looser while your hands only clutch the sheets tighter and tighter, whimpers turning into a borderline scream when the man manoeuvres himself under you and yanks you down onto his face. your arms support your limp body instantly, hips moving with their own mind as you grind into toji’s tongue with breathless pants, rolling your pelvis over him and he groans at the feeling. toji doesn’t care that your miniskirt is in the way, eyes peeking out from the fabric and flitting over to you and your breath hitches cause you know he’s serious in earning back your forgiveness.

“not when— haah… you’re still saying i’m just some— w-whore you fuck.” you’re still a little bitter, but toji below you is enough to make you clench around nothing, high already approaching when he switches between sucking and nibbling and flicking his tongue at your bundle of nerves. 

“slip of the tongue, i promise, doll,” he talks into your drooling pussy, the vibrations sending chills up your body, hands flying to his hair to grab onto toji’s hair and pulling, “you’re my cute lil girlfriend, aren’t ya?” you hate how easily you nod your head, “mine to fuck, and mine to eat out, yeah?”

that sentence alone has you needing to lock eyes with toji just for a moment to see his lips curl up slyly, bottom half of his face soaked with your juices that your stomach contracts a little at the sight, a weak whimper leaving your lips.

“yeah…” you mumble out breathlessly and that’s all it takes for toji to go back to eating, quickly bringing that burning coil in your tummy again while slurping up your arousal. the room feels so hot and you’re sure you’re sweating through your outfit that you so carefully picked out that you’re peeling it off your body. your lover only wraps his larger arms around your thighs when he sees that your pretty tits are out, intoxicated on the thin layer of sweat lining your body and the curve of your upper body.

“toji, toji, toji—” you’re chanting his name like it’s a mantra, dizzy from the constant abuse toji does to your clit, pleasure shooting through your body when he moans around your cunt and you’re cumming with a moan of his name, thighs shivering around his head that he only laughs, humming into your core while you soak his sheets and skin. you’re just about prepared to get fucked when you catch a glimpse of toji’s hand palming his bulge, but that isn’t what toji has in mind when he changes positions again.

“taste s’good, baby,” toji groans, pulling apart your thighs that close from the sensitivity, “let me eat ya out until i’m forgiven.”

and all he can do is stick to his words whenever after each orgasm he pulls from you, you’re shaking your head like you’re saying you aren’t forgiven and he figures out your game soon enough, but whatever his girlfriend says, it goes. it’s just like that for toji who worships every part of you, a mistake rewarded well later when he taps his fat, leaking tip on your cunt and slips in easily from how many times he’s made you cum, reaching nirvana just from hearing your still-loud mewls leaving your worn-out body.

it’ll be something that will be burnt into his brain, forever, but toji doesn’t have time to think about that for now, so he just fucks you like he thinks a sorry man should fuck — deep into your cunt with the promise of being better and the need of giving you everything you ask for, even if it’s something as simple of wanting his cum in you.

whatever his princess wants, his princess gets.

i cannot go a day without mentioning breeding omfg im actually deranged

#anon #asks #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk headcanons #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji imagine #jjk scenarios #jjk drabbles #jjk x you #fushiguro toji smut #fushiguro toji x you #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #jjk thirsts

[hana-no-seiiki]

how they act around reader! you know the usual, how horny they get and how the reader is potentially uncomfortable because not even they can handle the harems hormones.

MIDNIGHT DARLING HEAD-CANNONS (Unang Yugto / First Part)

YANDERE COLLEGE BASED OCS x READER

Hoo boy we have a lot of characters to go through and I haven’t even named all of them so *cracks knuckles* Let’s go with my favorite children for now.

warnings: dead dove do not eat territory here. yandere themes (lotsa violence). please don’t read this if you have a wild imagination like me oh god im aboutta faint at darling’s section. cannibalism. knife play. necrophillia. a transphobic society.

[previous ask for more context]

[next part] - yandere! faculty

Let’s start with our boy Justin Del Rosario [Yan Jock]

He’s incredibly sweet and caring. At least when you two were dating. The type to always check in on you. Always makes sure you’re hydrated and keeping up with your self-care routines.

As if popular! reader isn’t completely meticulous when it comes to their image.

Looks like a bad boy but is an actual sweetheart. Your relationship started off as a transaction of sorts. Being the softie he is though he developed feelings. Quick. The masochist.

Is a whole ass push-over when it comes to you.

Now post break-up Justin is a bit of a freak.

Like I said in my previous post of his experience as your boyfriend, he has gone through shit.

Suddenly his grades are perfect. People are actually tolerating if not appreciating his presence.

He’s becoming a threat to your place as the ruler of the campus.

But unlike you his fans aren’t declined atrocious yet.

How does Popular! Reader feel about him? Not much really. Their whole relationship was a transaction to them. I can’t emphasize how much of an apathetic bitch I wrote reader to be ya’ll I’m sorry. But in order for their harem to thrive they gotta turn a blind eye.

In terms of Horni Levels it’s uh - not so bad. Once he lost his virginity to you (yes you took his virginity) he found it to be the best stress relief and got addicted. But he’s also super respectful of your boundaries.

That was when you were originally dating though. He’d probably pound you to oblivion if you ever got back together. Pent up horni does that.

Actually, that event might not even need them getting back together. I won’t be surprised if current Justin just takes you even with his relationship with Darling.

For your favorite, Darling De Leon [yan good girl] . . .

⚠️THIS IS THE PART WHERE IT’S DEFINITELY DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Hella shy around you. You almost didn’t know she existed if it weren’t for her consistent placement as second. At least before Isabel came and Justin’s grades shot up.

She has a pretty shit past.

Has always been a little scared of you.

Extremely possessive. She had always been overshadowed by her siblings, and her time abroad without you had really shattered her self confidence. Although she’s deathly afraid her past actions would be revealed, she’s more scared of losing you to someone else.

She thought that by agreeing to date Justin, you’d think of him as disgusting for moving on so fast.

Definitely enjoyed her time on your lap a little too much.

Which brings me to Horni Levels.

If you think Justin is bad. Darling is just the worst out of all the yanderes. She’s the kinkiest one too. She has been saving herself for you, waiting for the time you corrupt her. Hoping that by that time, every obstacle has been removed.

The type to have you fuck her atop the corpses of her rivals kind of kinky. The type to fantasize about you using a knife and inserting in every way possible inside her type of kinky. The type of kinky to fuck your dead body or eat any and every part of you to fully make you two as one.

She’ll own you, dead or alive, one way or another.

How popular! reader feels about her is again, indifference. Maybe a little horni for her soft aesthetic and cute demeanor. Definitely plans to gobble her up once Justin is done playing pretend.

A character that hasn’t been mentioned yet is Isabel Labrador [yan! nerd]

Isabel used to go by the name Isaiah. She used to be pretty alright with being assigned male at birth until popular! reader suddenly announced one day that she’s more horni towards women.

She got disowned for transitioning, and like Darling, disappeared from your life for quite a bit that you forgot about her.

Similar to many of the harem members, she’s very pliant to your whims. She does many of the assignments and projects that aren’t worth your time or would lead to you lacking sleep.

Not like the professors assign you much.

A bit of a whiny brat. Used to be hella spoiled when she was younger so she’s a lot more outspoken when it comes to your sexual escapades. This leads to you beating her up the most out of everyone in the harem.

Popular! Reader is the only one who knows she’s a trans and is surprisingly very respectful about that part about her.

The two of you are mostly amicable.

Horni Levels: Pretty normal for a young adult. Loves to tease you by showing more skin sometimes. Though she always covers up when anyone else is in the picture.

Her hella religious upbringing made her pretty conservative about sex and all that but it’s often balls to the wall when they see you. Literally. Never knew she was into pegging til you took her one day.

How popular! reader feels about her? Mostly a means to an end. She’s the least careful when it comes to her simpery. It gets tiring having to discipline her every time but the angry sex makes up for it.

This one will be short since I plan on him and the rest to be minor characters. Nobody knows how Ricardo Peralta [yan! president] became the President with how much he hates your ass.

People who voted for him were probably like. ‘If a person who doesn’t even want [Y/N] became president. We won’t have a threat.’

Jokes on them he has more notes on you than the entire student body combined.

Boy is the Candace to your Phineas/Ferb. His entire mission is to bust your ass. (and for you to bust a nut in his-)

…

You don’t even know he exists.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST LET’S TALK ABOUT YOU.

It was almost as if you were made to be the apple of everyone’s eye. Not one person in campus could remember a time where they didn’t know you.

No, it was more like they didn’t want to. Why imagine a terrible era such as that?

A lot of the students from the college are spoiled brats that absolutely adored how cut throat you were. How you weren’t afraid to put them in their place unlike those push-overs they usually meet. Some were just drawn to your charisma and confidence.

Or well, just general fuckability.

People think you’re also rich but you just get a lot of stuff from the students with money.

Your birthday is a bloodbath and a half. You started celebrating it alone so that people wouldn’t see your reactions to the gifts. Both because you wanted to keep them guessing and ‘cause the person whose gift is liked will probably get murdered.

You have to routinely check for cameras or tracking devices.

It takes you every bit of your self control not to just twerk in front of the camera if not give it the finger by fucking someone who you know is innocent right in front of it. They don’t even get to see you properly in the angle.

You strategically use pussy as both a punishment and incentive.

It’s super effective!

It’s super effective.

You often use pussy to discipline or incentivize your harem. It’s super effective. At least, considering you haven’t been kidnapped and/or killed yet.

You’re a bit of a sadist.

Yeah you’re a bit of a sadist.

Popular! Reader uses pussy a lot to keep everyone in check. You’re used to giving your body away to get what you want that you’ve become numb to it.

No one is normal in this College. Not even you.

You don’t even know he exists.

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[telvess]

Record of Ragnarok Poseidon (relationship headcanons) 🔞

My first attempt in writing anything in… eternity. I’m not a native English speaker but trying to improve myself, sorry for all mistakes I've made. I didn’t write any major spoilers but used knowledge from manga. Also + still no clue how tumblr works.

Poseidon is such a adorable idiot.

SFW Not gonna lie, to catch his eye (not to mention eye-to-eye contact) there will be needed someone really specific. Someone similar to him in general, but unique in details. I think Poseidon is really good observant. Just because he’s indifferent to others, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t pay attention. He would notice nuances in behaviour, manners and gestures. His future s/o must be elegant, self-contained and pride. Maybe not in the haughty way but undoubtedly confident in her position as a goddess. Definitely not ‘damsel in distress’ type, she has to have guts to rule her sphere, protect her opinion and status. No other god or goddess shall stick their nose in her business. Unless they’re ready for harsh words or worse. In summary: a less extreme version of Poseidon. On the other hand, I don't think these qualities are enough to draw Poseidon's interest. It’s good base but potential s/o must get under his skin. Intentionally or no, she has to do or say something that would get his attention, and annoy him… He wasn't seeking her subtle chitchat, nor did he want to end up witnessing her fight! Congratulations, miss! You accidentally annoyed Tyrant of the Seas! Choose a burial place. Jokes aside, the best thing s/o can do here is ignore Poseidon. He thinks he wants that, but hey! Looks like he played himself. Now s/o annoys him even more and he cannot understand why. Such a useless bottom feeder and he can’t get over her?

She was like a sea: capricious and unpredictable in nature, always remained resistant to the expectations of others. But sea bend to his will like tamed puppy. He stamp his foot and it humbly part before him. That’s what he couldn’t stand - how little control he had over her, how unbearably free this woman was compared to other gods who ran away in terror as soon as he merely frowned.

Poseidon would catch himself thinking about her in the least expected moments. He used to almost never leave his realm, now suddenly is more present in social life. Still doesn’t care much, usually just staying in loneliness that nobody dare to disturb and observing from distant object of his contempt. As if nothing had changed, yet it did. Probably the only people that would notice he’s different will be Hermes and Hades. When first one won’t act on it nor share his observations, the eldest brother definitely won’t resist to make some ambiguous comments.

— Well that’s unusual of you, dear brother — said Hades. He toyed with his glass of wine, watching carefully Poseidon, who looked as unconcerned as ever. However he honoured him with one short glance. Hades couldn’t stop the corners of his lips to lift up. Did his little brother seem… disturbed? Or was that just his imagination? If Hades could pick one thing out of everything known in the universe that was unshakable and untouched by time or any other matter Poseidon would be his choice. Unaffected stability that did not leave any room for doubt and yet… something… someone push his stern brother out of his safe zone. Hades couldn’t wait to see what else the future may bring to them. He just hoped the intruder will be able to keep up with the challenge.

It will actually take a lot of time for Poseidon to realize that he isn’t annoyed with s/o but himself. Idea of being attached to another person is almost physically uncomfortable. It’s new and suspicious. The moment of understanding is the flash point of the relationship. At this point Poseidon would abandon distant admiration and start acting. He is still slightly annoyed but what’s more irritate him is the absent of that unbearable mouth of s/o. Poseidon would sit next to her or stand much closer at any events. At first she won't notice, but over time she'll start to connect the facts. She’s not dumb. Quiet neither. If she point it out, he may mock her.

— Why don't you just ask me to dance instead of deterring others? It would be a graceful way to start a relationship. Poseidon gave her almost cold look. — Such a audacity — his voice teetered on the verge of indifference - he thought so. She snorted. Her eyes weren’t darkened with anger, sparks of mirth still shone in them. Maybe even more after his refusal. Then she turned to face him and, with a subtle but promising smile, began to close the distance between them. Poseidon remained calm as she came within inches of him. He could feel the warm breath of hers, the smell of fresh air… — You know you want me — she whispered without hesitation. Something unbearably nagging was born in Poseidon’s belly. And that annoying heat under it… almost as someone wounded him. He frowned but didn’t move away. — How are you going to win me over if you can't stop fighting with yourself? — she asked innocently and didn't wait for an answer - just left him on the balcony.

Truth be told, Poseidon wasn’t made for small talks so s/o is doing most of the part and - to provoke a reaction - teasing him a bit. After a while, they both find the silence in their presence pleasant. Poseidon’s seduce tactic would mostly navigate around small gestures such as gifts. However he won’t send them like every normal suitor. If his s/o lives near the ocean or is often near it, she would probably find many beautiful pearls by chance. All of them in her favourites colours of course. Is she basking on the beach? The finest shells surround her. Is she admiring shoal of fish, coral reef or just the sound of the sea? There are no storms. And go on… It’s hard for Poseidon to overcome his pride and openly talk about his desire. When he finally bring himself to it, he’ll sound angry as if he’s doing something unworthy of him. Once s/o assures him that she wants to know more, Poseidon would relax.

— I want you to remind me every day how unbearable I am. How capricious… how impertinent… — she kissed his hand without taking her eyes off him and then put it to her cheek. Poseidon liked the cool touch of her skin — And still watch me with that quiet yet deep fascination.

Yeah, s/o has to make it official by saying out loud how she feels and Poseidon generously accept the offer…

NSFW For Poseidon to be in any relationship, especially romantic is almost impossible. He doesn’t get involved with others because, in his opinion, they’re not worth it. So nobody would force on him arranged marriage. He must be the one choosing that path. That’s why I don’t believe he would ever degenerating his s/o. The reason is simple - he would treat his wife with the same level of respect he treats Hades. Otherwise she wouldn’t be his wife; she cannot be someone less. I also don’t think he would praise her much, probably only when he’s in right mood she would hear complement here and there. His s/o must be good at reading his minimalistic facial expressions and body language. She may notice how his eyes widen in admiration, how he holds his breath for a moment or tightens the jaw muscles when feels really good. He’s not vocal; purrs or growls only on occasion. Poseidon has his moments where he shows desire for s/o. He won’t say it loud but won’t take his eyes off her as she undress in the evening. Yeah, she definitely gonna feel that burning look on her back. The only place where he become caring and warm is in bedroom, in private, far from servants’ eyes. These kind of moments are rare. Mostly because they both take their responsibilities seriously, which means they've been separated for a long time. Poseidon is calm, methodical lover. He’s detail-oriented - would leave no curve or plane untouched from his hands or tongue. He’ll enjoy every sound, shaking and blush s/o make, and act in accordance with the mentioned gestures. Poseidon prefers variants of missionary position to share eye contact though he wouldn’t say no to his s/o if she wants to ride him. In intimidating moment he enjoys challenging her to not close eyes when he thrusts deep into her. He starts with slow and almost annoyed pace that soon becomes raw and firm when they both chase their release. Afterward they usually lay in bed in silent, both satisfied and tired. Poseidon won’t say it loud but he really likes when his wife show him affections at that time. Slowly almost lazily massaging his chest, touching his neck and jaw, putting small kisses on his ear or cheek. Her tender words soft him. Poseidon doesn’t entirely return the favour but when she does all this to him, he caresses her back, pretending to be indifferent.

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[weskin-time]

Hi Tezi :) this is my first time requesting something, how are you doing?

I was wondering if you could write a little scenario about Carlos being Jealous. He probably doesn't get jealous too often/fast so I imagine it's a little slow burn like. I dont care if you make it angsty or fluffy or nsfw or all at once.

Idk, do whatever you want with this :) thanks and have fun!

Hi anon! i’m doing the best i can be doin!!! i hope you like this, i feel it’s not my best work but i do like how it turned out! sorry for the wait!!! i love writing for Carlos so much, and this wasn’t an excuse to talk about my favorite dog breed.

not beta read. slight nsfw mention?

Jealous!Carlos x GN!Reader

this is probably the fluffiest thing i’ve ever written

carlos isn’t the type of man to get extremely jealous.

he trusts you and the relationship you have

he’s not the type of guy to hide his phone or make you block people he doesn’t want you talking to

he trusts you

he will ask you to read the text he just got if he’s doing something that can’t let him check his phone

he has no issues with you hanging out with other people regardless of sex

i’m trying to drive the point as hard as i can

you two have an extremely healthy relationship where you two communicate and rarely argue

you didn’t even know he could get jealous

that is until,,,

Carlos moved into your place a while back, his apartment too small to house two people, life with him has been nice. The two of you were slowly leaving the honeymoon phase of a relationship and were just two people existing in the same space together, two people that happened to be in love with each other so much that you both talked about it for months and you two were finally ready to enter the next stage of yalls relationship.

It was a tough choice, months of talking and deciding, sleepless nights spent searching, till the two of you came to a conclusion. Soon another member would join your unit, making it feel more like a family. Months were spent preparing for the change, toys, food, everything was bought and ready for when the time would come.

The two of you walked in through the door of your home holding a tiny bundle of joy. It wiggled in your arms, it’s eyes wide taking in the new surroundings.

For being a puppy the dog was already huge. She was a Irish Wolfhound, a massive dog breed, one that you’ve always wanted since you were a child, and with Carlos’s support you were finally in a place in your life where you could have the massive dog of your dreams. It took forever for the two of you to find the breed to settle on for your first dog together, you suggested the breed jokingly explaining how you’ve always wanted one and soon Carlos looked into them and fell in love with them too.

So here you were, brining this dream dog into your home. It felt surreal to have something you’ve wanted since childhood, to look down and see the girl excited in your arms, to look back and see Carlos carrying a large bag of puppy food over his shoulder. Needless to say you were fucking ecstatic.

After settling down a tad you let the puppy run around the house to explore, under supervision of course. You bounced off names with Carlos, thinking of names that would better suit a cat or names that just sounded stupid, none of them stuck really.

You couldn’t leave the puppy alone, you were instantly attached to her. The entire day you played with her, cuddled up to her, and just kept your eyes on her, she was one of the best things you could have ever gotten. Her kisses made you giggle, the stomping outside as you tried to get her used to a leash early on, she would flop around and slide across the floors on her big paws. The two of you instantly formed a bond meanwhile she seemed to be indifferent about your boyfriend, which made you laugh.

Carlos for the entire day seemed thrilled at the beginning, but by the night he seemed a little disgruntled. He almost seemed a little withdrawn and slightly annoyed at the dog as the sun set, the opposite of you.

Thankfully the puppy was tired out enough to be put in her crate for the first night with no problems, she was fast asleep in that floppy way only puppy’s can get, the way you wish you could sleep.

Settling down for bed you noticed Carlos’s distance for the first time that night, he barley spoke to you and you were extremely confused when he turned over on his side to face away from you in bed.

“Los?” You whispered knowing he was awake.

he gave a grunt back in response.

“You feelin okay?” You pondered trying to think of ways he could be down in the dumps. You have no idea how he could be upset when there’s a damn puppy in your house that you can go pet at any time.

“Just tired.” He was curt with his words.

You wracked your brain trying to find any information on why he could be this way, not trusting his defense for a second. Then it clicked. He had to be jealous of the new dog. The entire day since you got home with her your mind has been on her, taking photos and videos, laughing, playing with her, the most you’ve done with Carlos today was try to figure out a name for her. When your boyfriend was making dinner you barely spoke to him as you left him in the house alone as you played outside with your girl. You felt like laughing a bit, he never gets jealous over people but a dog stealing his attention takes the cake. You smiled and poked his shoulder to make him role over.

After a few seconds of poking him he turned to lay on his back with a sharp ‘what’. Before he could even process it you slithered your way under the covered to lay on his chest, your hips slotted between his legs as you looked up at him. Your boyfriend seemed to relax a tad with your touch, he always loved physical contact with you even if he was being a jealous dork at the moment.

“Are you jealous of the puppy?” You smile at him sweetly to try and convey that it’s okay if he feels that way.

He’s silent for a second, seemingly weighing the options of telling you the truth or lying again. He sighed and wrapped his arms around you, “No.” He spoke with a small smile on his face. “Why would I be jealous of a tiny baby dog? I’m so much cooler than a dog to get jealous.”

“You’re still my favorite puppy.” Reaching up your hand to run your fingers through his hair, you failed to hold in the small laugh at the instant blush on his face.

“Shush it.” was all the warning he gave you before he rolled the two of you over, now he lay on your chest, his full weight on your bones was comforting.

You chuckled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. It was your turn to wrap your arms around him, your dominant one going back to rub his head.

“Sorry for acting like a dick over this dog.” He mumbled.

“It’s alright Carlos don’t worry. Don’t apologize for getting jealous.” It was sorta your fault for almost ignoring him the whole day to a degree.

“No, you were so happy to get this dog. You’ve wanted it all your life and here I am being a dick about it.”

You stopped messing with his soft hair and gave him a massive squeeze to the best of your ability in the position you’re in.

“You’re a dork Carlos, not a dick. It’s okay to be jealous if a dog is taking the attention away from my other dog.”

He playfully bit your neck lightly and made a little woof sound. “I love you. I’m sorry for being shitty today.”

“I love you too Carlos, it’s alright don’t worry. it’s kinda cute if you get this clingy after so maybe i should make you jealous more often.” you chuckled.

A whimper could be heard from across the bedroom followed by a yip and a growling.

“She’s awake.” Captain obvious on your chest stated.

“Let’s take her out yea? Think of names while we’re out there too.” You offered.

Carlos pressed a tender kiss to your pulse and got off you, you got out of bed as he made his way over to her crate and kneeled down.

“You gotta go outside Princess?” He asked, the grey puppy cocked her head at him and wagged her tail. “Let’s go sweetheart, come on.”

“If you keep talking to her like that maybe it’ll be my turn to get jealous.”

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[omegaworld]

Arranged Marriage [Alpha Xavier Thorpe x omega reader] - part 2 -final

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Word count: 3500

summary: As if it wasn't enough that his father never wants to hear from him the first time he does so in years is to warn him that he is trapped in an arranged marriage. Apparently she also frequented nervermore but it didn't matter, no matter who it was he would never agree to any of it.

Note: in this version link marks are permanent. I also inserted deltas but with quite a few changes, here deltas are basically omegas with stature of a beta or omega, stronger than omegas and with more authoritative personality. They still have heat, a sweet smell and usually mate with alphas, the only two deltas Nevermore will have are Wednesday and Bianca.

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"I love you" whispers Bianca.

Xavier immediately stops, his teeth already brushing against Bianca's skin but thankfully with no damage done. Being loved had always been his greatest desire so why did hearing those words bring a bile to his mouth? The memory of Y/n with tears in her eyes confessing that she loved him springs to mind...Why did Bianca's words seem so false compared to hers?

When he pulls away and looks at her delta she looks so confused but Xavier could do nothing but run out of the room with an almost inaudible "I'm sorry".

He was so confused, why had that memory surfaced at that very moment? Why had Y/n been so sincere? He had done nothing if not reject her and treat her badly then why was she saying she loved him? How could she say something like that without a single trace of lying or uncertainty?

He remembers the one time he managed to talk to his father and tried to convince him to cancel the wedding.

"I'm not canceling anything Xavier. Besides the fact that just like you she is an incredible psychic pariah, Y/n is the right omega for you and I guarantee you she is the only one who can give you everything you desire. Give the girl a chance, I know she's trying hard." - Xavier finds Ajax in the courtyard and Ajax looks extremely relieved to find him.

"Xavier where the hell have you been?!?"

"Ajax, do you know what Y/n's psychic power is?"

Ajax stops for a second to think surprised by the sudden question, Xavier never wanted to know anything about Y/n before.

"I think Enid told me about it once, she can see the color of people's souls and know who and how we are by that color, it basically allows her to read us like an open book or something like that"

Faced with Xavier's silence Ajax concludes that it would be best to take his friend to his room so that he doesn't do anything else stupid. The whole way Xavier remained in complete silence not being able to stop thinking about how her power influenced this whole situation.

She could see who he was even behind the cold and indifferent facade he used with her. Y/n knew who he was and yet she was able to love him?   Could his father have foreseen this?

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She truly loved him as he had always wanted to be loved and yet he treated her so poorly. She was there ready to hand him everything he ever wanted on a platter and he was such an idiot as to almost bond forever with someone he knew he didn't truly love and who didn't love him. Gods he certainly was the reincarnation of stupidity.

Luckily for him Doctor Kinbott was available for a last minute session.

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Xavier takes a deep breath as he gets into Kinbott's car and faced with her expectant gaze he decides to begin.

"It's about Y/n"

"You finally want to talk about her?"

"Yes I do...she said she loves me and I know it's true"

"How do you know it's true?"

Xavier frowns at the strange question.

"Her scent changes when she lies"

Kinbott looks surprised at his statement.

"Can you tell if she is lying or not by her smell?"

Xavier nods and Kinbott thinks for a second before continuing.

"Do you know since when you can do it?"

He bites his lip, he remembered exactly the first time he noticed she was lying.

"The group was talking about parents weekend and when Enid asked her if her parents were coming she said she didn't know yet but I could tell it was a lie by the way her scent changed, her parents are just as busy as mine, they don't have time to come to a school event."

"Is there anything else about her that you can tell by her smell?"

"I think I can also tell when she is anxious or nervous in addition to happy or sad."

"Xavier have you ever been able to identify if someone was lying before by smell? Like with Bianca or Wednesday or really anyone?"

The alpha's mind goes blank, trying to remember actually he had never been able to do that with anyone before Y/n and even now he couldn't tell it on anyone else if not her. Taking his silence as a no Kinbott continues.

"Normally a person would only be able to identify when someone is happy or sad by smell and even that would be hard to notice if the person tried to hide it. Xavier the fact that you can tell even when she is lying means that even if you didn't realize it you have had extraordinary attention on her. I think you should try to understand why you give her all that attention."

Hesitating Xavier closes his eyes and takes a deep breath trying to remember what was going on inside him whenever he was near her.

When he met her he remembers really liking the way she smelled, he felt like leaning closer to feel her better and remembers thinking how cute she was.

When he went to her to tell her that his break up with Bianca was not because of her but he found her quite sleepy and still in her pajamas. He couldn't help but notice her nest in the corner of the room, it looked so comfortable and the thought of lying in it just relaxing seemed tempting. Maybe that's why he was so hard on her about how he wouldn't give her a chance.

And when she started getting closer to him? While painting, running and even at the archery club she started to be there. How he himself noticed a difference in his painting when she was there. How she never returned the sweater he lent her when it started to rain while they were running. He himself didn't touch it, he told himself he did so because he didn't want them to know he had lent her the garment but now he could see that he just expected her to put it in that comfortable nest. How he lingered and enjoyed it a little more than he should have when he helped her with the bow and arrow or how he let a small smile escape when the omega was happy to have hit the target for the first time.

Now that he thinks about it the time when she started to join him more to ward off Wednesday probably coincided with the time when she started to suspect that he would be the monster. Before that Y/n had never forced any closeness between them always respecting his decision, maybe she just wanted Wednesday to leave him alone.

When the Rave'N started to get closer and he had to get all those alphas away from her without her noticing but there was one smartass who invited her anyway and he had to intervene by deliberately interrupting to ask Y/n if she was going to lunch with the group taking her with him when she said yes. He smiled internally when the other alpha cringed as he saw he had been caught, oh how he masked all the jealousy and told himself he had only defended himself from the affront as the whole school knew they were engaged and yet another alpha dared to invite her. How he pretended not to feel relief when she turned around and said she appreciated the invitation but couldn't go with him.

Even when she asked him to the dance and he rejected her he remembers feeling something inside him scold him.

During the dance when near the end he finally noticed her on the dance floor and was mesmerized, especially with the way her neck and lips looked so soft, for a second he let himself think about what it would be like to kiss them but soon pushed the thought away.

At the end of the dance when he found her alone and took her in his arms but felt reluctant to put her down.

That night when he slept so soundly and then noticed her scent on the bed, he tried to deny it but now realized that it had been her scent calming him, making him feel safe.

All the times he had repressed himself from tucking that loose lock of her hair behind his ear. Repressed himself from smiling and kissing her forehead whenever she offered him a hair elastic because he was going to dye and had forgotten his. Or even when he suppressed himself whenever he noticed too much how beautifully her eyes sparkled.

Looking at it now it seemed so obvious, he had spent so much time running from this, trying not to feel it. So long pretending not to love the one who loves him.

With a silly but still slightly incredulous smile Xavier asks aloud "Do I love her?" Kinbott smiles "I think that's you who knows the answer"  

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Xavier was currently walking toward his shed, after all he had done he could not simply apologize. He had to think of something special.

His cell phone rings bringing him out of his thoughts and surprising him to see that it was his father.

"Xavier, I'll try to talk calmly but would you mind explaining to me why the hell I got a call from Y/n's mom telling me that you decided to schedule a delta?!"

"I didn't mark her"

"I know! Apparently you decided to wait for her heat to be more romantic!"

"What? No!!! I was high, I made a mistake, I almost marked Bianca and I hate to admit it but you were right, Y/n is the right omega for me so you don't have to worry I swear I will fix this"

"I won't even comment on the part about you being drugged but I really hope you work it out, luckily her mother came to talk to me first but if things aren't cleared up she will talk to her husband and you can kiss the right omega goodbye for you."

Xavier swallows dryly, now that he finally realized how he felt he was not willing to lose her "I will I promise."

"Good" and with that his father hangs up.

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Xavier couldn't believe this was happening, the universe was surely punishing him for everything he did. He just wanted to go to Y/n, hug her and tell her how he felt but Wednesday showed up, brought the police and now he was under arrest.

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He made a mistake in refusing Wednesday's help when she wanted to get him out of there, if only he had read Yoko's letter first...

"I know that Y/n has never been of the slightest interest to you but I thought you should know what's going on. Bianca was in our room, I saw her leave when I arrived and Y/n was very upset by what she said to you. Apparently you were with Bianca and you both decided that you would schedule her in her next heat to make it special. About an hour after this happened she went into heat it is normal for short lived ones to not know it so the nurse says it is no big deal but I am a vampire and have seen this happen. She went into heat due to extreme stress, she loves you, she can't imagine losing you and when Bianca said that it triggered this. In the old days it was more common but nowadays it is rare that anyone still has this natural defense. This heat is much stronger than any she has had before, it is pure pain accompanied by extremely high fevers because its sole purpose is to make sure she doesn't lose the alpha she so desperately wants. I am writing this because she may die. Unless you mark her the heat won't stop and I don't know how long she can hold out."

Xavier's heart squeezes, he had put his omega under so much stress and fear of losing him that he triggered a rut that could kill her.  She could die because of him. He kept his breathing calm but could feel himself on the verge of a panic attack. He had thought that eventually the murders would continue, they would realize it wasn't him and he could go back to Y/n and work things out but now he doesn't have time. She needs him.

At that moment Sheriff Galpin enters the room signaling that it was time to go. The sudden entrance took him away from his thoughts but soon everything doubled back as he realized that soon there would be nothing he could do.

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After being released by Thing Xavier ran as fast as he could towards the school, if what Wednesday had said was happening he had to get Y/n out of there.

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After realizing that he couldn't defeat Crackstone Xavier had decided to sneak out to try to get to Y/n but Bianca caught him and forced him out to the others with her siren song.

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Fortunately all ended well but the nurse refused to let Xavier see Y/n even after he argued that he was her fiancé. To his enormous luck his friends decided to wait another day before going home to help him.

While waiting for nightfall so they could start their plan he decided to go talk to Bianca to find out exactly what she had said to his omega.

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Xavier almost doesn't knock before entering the delta dormitory who welcomes him with a huge smile.

"Xav-"

"What did you tell him?"

Xavier tries to keep control.

"What?"

"What did you say to my omega?"

"Your ome-"

"Y/n is in the infirmary in a rut triggered by extreme stress, I know you talked to her. Exactly what did you tell her?"

Xavier finally raises his eyes to look at delta and she swallows dryly. She had never seen the alpha like this before and it was enough to look at him now to know that if she lied and was discovered he would surely torture her in ways even worse than Wednesday could imagine.

"I told her that you came to my dorm to claim me, I omitted the part about you being drugged and changed the part where you ran away to have decided that we would wait for my heat because you wanted to mark me in a more romantic way."

Nothing he didn't already know but still he has to crouch on the floor and bring his hands to his face to try to calm himself down. Once again it was all his own foolishness' fault but he has to admit that Bianca has stepped up.

"She might die"

Xavier says as he leaves the dormitory slamming the door hard.

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The plan was this, Enid offered to take care of Y/n while the nurse was away for the weekend. So they would move her nest to Xavier's room and later in the evening take her there as well with the goal that the smell might help her calm down. Fortunately all the rooms were equipped to block the smells from the inside to the outside because of the routines and heat.

Xavier was nervous but Yoko explained that everything would be fine, that heat was only meant to get her marked and would disappear quickly after that happened. Besides since the heat was specifically intended for him his reaction would be completely different from other alphas who might be tempted to mate with her by smell.

The hardest part was transporting Y/n from the infirmary to Xavier's room, to do this they wrapped several towels covered in Xavier's scent to muffle the omega's scent and had Ajax and other alphas of the Nightshades pour large amounts of her scent all over the hallway they would be walking before and after Y/n passed through to erase her traces.

To the alpha's distress he was to wait in the dormitory. It seemed like hours but when he finally opened the door and saw Y/n he could feel a great stream of tears run down his face. In a second he snatched her out of Yoko's arms whispering a "thank you" and closing the door.

He goes to her bed where he sits hugging the omega tighter against his chest. She doesn't even open her eyes emitting only small moans of pain, regret and guilt paint the young artist, he didn't deserve her and yet he was the only one who could save her. How ironic could life be?

Yoko was right, he felt no need but to claim and protect her. Taking a deep breath he tries to calm his heartbeat as he begins to lick the spot where he would bite her. He wishes he had realized it sooner and could mark her in other conditions.

A small purr begins to flow from the omega and more tears flow from Xavier's eyes, even practically unconscious her body was still reacting to his presence. With one arm wrapped around his waist and one hand gently holding his head he takes a deep breath before gritting his teeth.

He could taste blood as his teeth finally penetrate the omega's soft skin. It seems at the same time something inside him changes, a connection, a conection, he can immediately feel the bond that binds him to Y/n. It was incredible. As he licked the mark to stop the bleeding and ease the pain he couldn't stop thinking about how he almost wasted something like that on someone who neither loved nor loved him.

When the bleeding finally stops he takes her to the nest where he lies down with her.

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Y/n wakes up with a throbbing pain in his head and shoulder. The last things he remembered were the conversation with Bianca, sending some messages to his crying mother, talking to Yoko and shortly after feeling extremely hot and passing out...the conversation with Bianca...

"Xavier..."

"Hm?"

Xavier questions resuming licking and kissing the mark. Y/n's eyes widen and she blushes as she realizes that Xavier was lying right behind her with his chest pressed against her back and his arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed and licked her shoulder. She wasn't even in her room, but this was her nest...Why?

Y/n tries to turn to look at him but the glimpse of a mark makes her bring her hand to her shoulder to be sure. The alpha smiles as he kisses his hand over the mark before making his way to kiss her neck and whisper in her ear.

"I love you"

The omega widens her eyes in disbelief.

"I...I died?"

Xavier lets out a small sad laugh.

"Fair enough I guess. I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it out. I was so wrapped up in anger at my father that the only time he talks to me is to decide who my mate would be that I was locking in my own feelings and couldn't even see that before you told me how you felt. I'm ashamed to say it but I'm not sure I would have understood it if you didn't say it."

The omega smiles before turning to hug him purringly. The alpha smiles and returns the hug before continuing.

"I actually went to Bianca."

"I know, your scent was on her."

He swallows dryly pulling her closer to him.

"Still no excuse but I was drugged and I never suggested anything of claiming her in a romantic way, in fact I ran away when she said she loved me and I could see how fake it sounded compared to when you said it to me."

Y/n laughs "I love you."

Xavier smiles "I know and I love you too but you haven't claimed me back yet"

"Do you want me to mark you?" she asks uncertainly.

Although it was much more common these days she could still count on her fingers the alphas claimed by omegas she has seen.

"Sure, I don't want someone coming on to me when I have a mate and fiancée" He says tilting his head to the side and exposing his neck to his mate.

Y/n smiles trying to swallow all the pride he feels as he digs his teeth into Xavier's bonding site, at that moment they can both feel that bond getting much stronger making them both gasp.

Xavier didn't know how he had gotten so lucky but he was going to make sure he was an alpha that deserves the omega he has and make up for all the pain it caused him. Starting with a real marriage proposal like she deserves, luckily for him, as usual neither of them would be going home this vacation.

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[adoremexxs]

Hello!

You can have a story or a headcanon (From your AU, she is great)

Urogi × Extremely calm reader.

Don't know how to explain, they're like, like the sun and the moon. Underwater and cheerful Urogi and a calm, perhaps slow and sleepy reader.

thank you in advance! your blog is one of my favorites <3

AW, this means so much to me! So sweet!

also i’m sorry guys for not posting multiple times a day, my brain is fried and i’m extremely busy ☠️

Urogi with a calm S/O

warnings: none

met him through Aizetsu

you and aizetsu are besties bc u both are extremely calm people and reserved

so whenever you came over to his house, you didn’t expect to see 4 loud and chaotic brothers

zohakuten was relatively quiet until sekido or urogi and karaku pissed him off

the first one to greet to you was urogi

immediately checking you out and trying to figure out who u were

asked if u were aizetsu’s lover

aizetsu said no so fast, he didn’t want to get harassed

urogi was happy on the other hand

“yay! that means they can be mine!”

sekido hit Urogi so hard for saying that

karaku tried to get into your pants a few times but you were like “no! bye!”

you started to befriend urogi and talk to him more, even starting to hang out

even though he is hyper 99.99999% of the time, you enjoy it

he can drive so he takes you everywhere, listening to “Eyes without a face” by Billy Idol

it’s very spiritual tbh

takes you to the beach

will take your instagram photos for you

he’s been trained

shows you his crystals that him and aizetsu collect

whenever you express that you collect crystals too, Urogi goes crazy and needs to absolutely see them which results in bringing him over

your room radiates your energy, sleepy and calm and Urogi realizes how much you are like Aizetsu!

which makes him even more clingy towards you

his energy can sometimes overwhelm you and when you snap at him, he gets so sad and leaves you alone

you feel bad but he’s happy within like 5 seconds

the day that he asks you out is on the beach, the sun is rising and you are watching it

he looks so nervous, you can clearly tell something is up

when you ask him what’s up with him

he pours all of his feelings out to you, expressing how he has liked you since the first day he met you and how he can’t get enough of you

obviously you accept it bc you aren’t dumb, like why would you reject HIM?! He’s so fine and cute and sweet

you are somehow able to deal with his energy most of the time, sometimes you can get overwhelmed but it’s not terrible

he gets REALLY clingy to you, he has to be touching you 24/7 or he has a freak out

whenever you saw the scar on his waist, you were extremely concerned because Urogi casually just said

“oh it’s from when my dad hit me with a beer bottle.”

he completely brushed it off?! like what?!

Urogi doesn’t mind talking about his childhood, he’s indifferent about it

it’s his way of coping with it, he acts like it wasn’t that serious, it’s just how he grew up

he ended up telling you about how he used to get bullied a bunch

and how he struggles with his self image sometimes, he gets really anxious sometimes and doesn’t eat for days but then he’ll end up eating a bunch later on

now it’s your job to get him back on track!

your calm energy relaxes him a bit

if he’s at your house, he is completely calm and sleeps on you

he’s heavy but you aren’t going to push him off

Urogi posts you a lot

he makes you known to everyone

you are referred to as “Urogi’s S/O”

random people will say hi to you in the hallways

urogi LOVES kissing you

everytime he sees you, he has to kiss you

he’s very passionate about it, he usually ends up out of breath

you almost die half the time, he cuts off half your air supply

Urogi is legit obsessed with you

he wants you to be equally as obsessed with him so he looks up love spells online

it works though

i mean he really didn’t need the love spell but man, you got equally obsessed as him

you are so calm that it terrifies him sometimes

if he did something bad, he’s scared that you’re mad

you’re not

Urogi doesn’t handle calm energy too well whenever he thinks they are angry

Urogi is a D2 overthinker when it comes to his S/O

Sekido is a D1 overthinker y’all

Urogi doesn’t think 90% of the time but the 10% goes to you

stresses over gifts and holidays and dates

it’s okay because you already take care of everything and take care of it for Urogi

everyone says you guys are the golden retriever and black cat duo

so that’s what you dressed up for halloween as

even though Urogi wanted to be a bird

tries to compare you to a bird

compliments 24/7

extremely loyal

he is in love with you and you take a lot of his firsts

#demon slayer #kny sekido #hantengu clones #demon slayer aizetsu #karaku #kny aizetsu #kny karaku #urogi #sekido #aizetsu #urogi headcanons #urogi x reader #urogi x y/n #kny urogi #urogi x you #demon slayer urogi #rui demon slayer #demon slayer hantengu #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer hcs

[mysweetgeo]

Could you do 14 and 16 off of list three for the Valentine’s Day prompts with John please? 👉🏻👈🏻

hello love! i am soooo so sorry about the very very long wait for this—i found myself quite busy and in quite a writing slump. i hope this is worth the wait !

Cupid's Arrow

Request: Could you do 14 and 16 off of list three for the Valentine’s Day prompts with John please? 👉🏻👈🏻

14: “I’ve been hit with Cupid’s Arrow.”

16: “Why? Because I’m in love with you, that’s why!”

Pairing: John Lennon x Reader

Warnings: Only a bit if swearing, dare I say a bit mild for good old Lennon.

Not written with an extremely specific era in mind—sometime after George and Pattie married in January 1966.

You and John Lennon hardly had a conventional relationship—if you could even call it that. 

Yes, that John Lennon.

You were currently one of the many personal assistants to Brian Epstein, therefore making you an assistant to The Beatles.

You’d ‘landed’ the gig when the lads had first taken off in Liverpool—you had worked at NEMS for Brian ever since you were able to work as a teenager.

While you loved your job, you did find many aspects of your work incredibly stressful, you had to make deadlines and phone calls like any other assistant.

But worst of all—you had make sure that any food orders were perfectly correct or else you’d never hear the end of it from John.

You got on perfectly well with all four of the boys, in fact you’d gone to school with George up until he’d been placed at Liverpool Institute for Boys.

Each of them had your heart in one way or another:

Paul (an endless flirt) always greeted you first thing with a smile that would make any girl weak in the knees and a very chipper, “Good morning, love. How’s it?”

George was very kind and always asked about you and your family and if you’d heard about one craze or the next—always in the know and wanting to make sure you were up to speed. 

Ringo was the friendliest, he always would offer to walk you in the building if you arrived at the same time and you were always invited to his home for tea. You and Maureen got on wonderfully and it was always such a joy to be invited to the home of a Beatle even if you saw the lads nearly every day. 

John, on the other hand was always pulling anything and everything he could on you.

He always seemed to have a wise remark to say in response to anything you said or did, no matter what it was. 

It didn’t seem to end with him, and nearly everything was a joke—at your expense, not that you particularly minded.

You’d had some indifferent feelings towards John in the nearly 6 year span of your acquaintance.

Today was no different, it was Valentine’s Day and it seemed that each of the boys had their plans set out with whomever they were taking out.

You knew most of the ins and outs of each of their personal lives, Ringo and Maureen were married with yet another kid on the way, George had just married Pattie Boyd not long ago and they were very much still in the honeymoon phase, and Paul had been seeing Jane Asher for quite some time but it seemed to be going nowhere.

You couldn’t quite read John. He never liked to open up about those things with you, but you did know that he was single—at least that’s what Paul had told you the other day. 

You’d put these thoughts far out of your mind while you had a friendly chat with all four of the boys in the canteen when you had all arrived, you were sat beside Ringo at one of the small tables while John and George grabbed a tea. 

George sat to your other side and John had sat across from you, passing you a cuppa across the table with a wink.

You smiled as a wordless ‘thank you’ while George soon began chatting your ear off about his plans with Pattie for the evening—you often wondered how anyone could even faintly consider him the ‘Quiet Beatle’ when you’d never had a moments peace while in his presence. 

George was soon interrupted by Paul, and then Ringo and soon you knew of all three’s Valentine’s plans. 

John remained silent while you engaged in conversation with the remaining Beatles, seemingly taking it all in or perhaps feeling a touch of jealousy at the fact that he didn’t have any plans for the evening. 

The coziness of the conversation was soon over and the lads began working on a quick take with just Paul, George and Ringo—which proved to be a very rare occurrence—and you found yourself lounged on a couch in the control room with John. 

“It’s Valentine’s Day, y’know,” John’s voice broke you from your thoughts.

“Oh, is it?” You asked, playing coy. “I’d have never known. Say, that must be why I was calling for reservations for you lot a month and a half ago!”

John snorted a laugh and gently nudged you with his shoulder, “Oi, not me I’ll have you know!”

You pushed back with a nudge of your own, “Well I know that much—I’d be pretty dim if I thought I was makin’ you a reservation when George is the one who asked!” 

John only gave you a closed mouth smile as he draped his arm on the couch behind you, allowing a comfortable silence to encroach upon the two of you once again. 

A familiar warm feeling in your stomach began to set in, a feeling you felt nearly any time you were alone or in close proximity to John. 

Another take was done before the other three decided to call it a day, it was early in the afternoon and they all likely had other things planned for their loved ones. 

Once your duties were done for the day, you bid farewell to Brian and George Martin before popping your head into the canteen to tell the boys goodbye and wish them a happy Valentine’s.

Upon doing so you only found Paul and George, who thanked you for the regards and for helping with their plans. 

Ringo and John had seemingly already left so you decided to concede and walk back to your car. 

What you found waiting for you proved to be very interesting.

John projected a casual ‘coolness’ as he smoked a cigarette and leaned against your car, a sly smile on his face when he saw you approach. 

“Hey, I was looking for you inside but thought you’d already left—to what do I owe the pleasure of John Lennon leaning against my car?” You asked, mirroring his cool demeanor. 

He let tendrils of smoke release from his mouth before flicking his cigarette to the ground and clearing his throat. 

“I think I’ve been hit by Cupid’s sparrow,” he said in a very serious tone, eyes meeting yours. 

“You mean, ‘I think I’ve been hit by Cupid’s arrow’?” You asked, huffing a laugh. 

John’s face immediately burnt a bright red at his jumbled words, “Well—yeah! It’s not my fault, I’m nervous!”

“Why are you nervous, John?” You asked, tilting your head because you couldn’t understand why John would be nervous, especially when he was speaking to you. 

John threw his hands in the air, exasperated, “Why?” He asked, huffing loudly before continuing, “Because I’m in love with you, that’s why!” 

You knew your mouth had dropped open the moment John had finished his sentence, but you were frozen in place, unsure of what your next move should be. 

“Fuck—I knew I should have waited. I didn’t mean to—“ John cut himself off with a shake of his head, “I thought you felt something similar, sorry I’ve read this wrong.”

John turned to walk by you and back into the studio, but you’d already reached a hand out to grab his arm before he could get very far. 

His head whipped back in your direction, eyes searching yours for anything that could clue him in to what you were going to say. 

“I like you, John. I’m not sure if what I feel is what you could call ‘love’, but I do get a warm feeling inside whenever I’m with you,” you moved closer and placed your other hand on his opposite arm. “I’d like to explore that feeling, if you’ll have me.”

John grinned, his hands coming around your back and pulling you close to him for a hug. 

“That’s better than any Valentine’s present I could have ever received.”

#john lennon #the beatles #john lennon x reader #john lennon fic #george harrison #paul mccartney #ringo starr #john #beatles #brian epstein #requests

[vwritesaus]

TSC WIP snippets pt. 1

this is a RATHER LONG POST sorry so i will put everything under the cut :>

to @faithfromanewperspective:

      ‘Is this Adelaide?’ Thomas asks in a high voice, his tone coloured with surprise. ‘I see no churches at all…’       ‘It’s just… sand,’ Alastair mutters by way of agreement. …       ‘Apologies for the intrusion,’ Thomas begins, grinning shyly, ‘but I think we’re lost.’       ‘Lost!’ The man bursts out into crowing laughter and slaps Thomas on the shoulder. Alastair winces from the force of the action and the sound echoing in the chamber. ‘Let me guess—you were bound for Adelaide?’       Thomas blinks. ‘How did you—?’       ‘You’ll be amazed how many Shadowhunters end up here instead of Adelaide,’ the man tells him. ‘I swear, ever since those Portals became popular, our travelling system has gone to the dogs! You can’t go wrong with a horse and carriage, or just a horse, but no—you simply must travel by Portal now. Extremely unreliable, I say.’

to my four lovely anons:

1—       When Thomas peers into the box, whatever remaining confusion was on his face vanishes. He stares blankly at the inside, his fingers frozen in place against the corners, and Alastair feels part of his stomach drop.              ‘Alastair… what is this?’ Thomas asks softly.        Alastair is grateful to find no disappointment or annoyance imbued in his voice—and then immediately chastises himself for thinking something so ridiculous in the first place. This is Thomas, the man who took his heart and holds it like it's precious and worthy and wanted. The man who saw past all the nastiness, the cold front Alastair had put up for so many years, and continued to love him regardless.       The man who Alastair wants to spend the rest of his life with, no matter the odds. So he clears his throat slightly, shaking away the anxiety, and says, ‘It’s my ring, Tom,’ as though he is merely commenting on the weather.       ‘I can see that,’ Thomas replies. He lifts his gaze and sets it on Alastair, his eyes glimmering with an emotion Alastair can’t quite put his finger on. ‘Why is it in a box?’

2—       ‘Your father won’t bite him,’ Sophie tells him, a shadow of an amused smile on her face. ‘I imagine he merely wants to get to know him better.’       Thomas shifts in his seat and glances once more at the open doorway Gideon and Alastair have just walked through.       ‘I know,’ he murmurs, ‘and for that, I’m so glad. Only, Alastair… I know he’s feeling nervous.’       ‘Whatever for, love?’       Smiling furtively, Thomas looks at his mother and says, ‘He wants to make a good impression. He’s very conscious of his—how did he put it? “Prickly personality”.’

3—       Charlotte came into this marriage with the sole belief that he’ll fall in love with her in time. That no matter how long it took, she would see it through for the rest of their lives. Because she loves him, and love withstands the test of time no matter how hard a situation becomes.       Now… now, she’s not so sure.       Perhaps it’s time to realise that Henry will never love her.But she loves him. She can’t deny that, and she never could. She loves him, and she’ll live with that knowledge until she draws her last breath. But she doesn’t know how much longer she can keep her true feelings behind an alabaster mask of indifference, or hide her face in the pillow when Henry looks at her for too long, or press down the flutters her heart does whenever he does something silly, or makes a breakthrough with an experiment, or merely smiles at her.       And yet, perhaps all she can do is break her heart fully and accept that, like her position at the London Institute, her marriage to Henry isn’t something that can last forever. That perhaps love can’t withstand the test of time, after all.       That not even five years of being together could have Henry fall in love with her.

4—       ‘There’s no need to panic,’ Thomas says softly. ‘I’m right here, aren’t I? You’re safe.’       There’s a beat of silence after Alastair sucks in a shuddering breath, during which he stares at Thomas with wild, terrified eyes. Then an odd flutter crosses his face, his expressive eyebrows dipping dangerously close to the middle of his forehead.       ‘I’m—I’m safe?’ he splutters. ‘You think… you think—? Oh you… you stupid man.’       He grabs Thomas by the shoulders, not giving the man a chance to feel anything except confusion, and shakes him violently.       ‘It’s not myself I’m worried about,’ Alastair croaks out. ‘It’s you.’

to @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone:

      ‘The point I wish to make,’ Alastair interrupts, ‘is that during that picnic, Fairchild and I had a rather… frank conversation.’       ‘About?’       ‘As far as I recall, it had something to do with an autumnal masquerade ball up in Cambridge which promises to have formal attire, a range of posh sorts, and an abundance of alcohol.’       Thomas blinks in astonishment. ‘Cambridge?’ he echoes.       ‘Quite,’ Alastair says in a sombre tone, and Thomas laughs. ‘Yet… I suppose it would be a different venture than our usual nightly strolls and patrols.’       ‘It would,’ Thomas replies with a nod.       ‘And it would be rather dire to attend such an occasion without Fairchild’s opulent outfits and charming personality, but it does bring forth the opportunity to be alone with each other without the need to entertain a third party.’       ‘I wholeheartedly concur with that statement.’       Alastair is about to say something else, but stops himself. He instead purses his lips and narrows his eyes at Thomas. Thomas merely stares back expectantly, trying his hardest to keep his expression neutral. He knows what’s about to happen, and grins inwardly when, like clockwork, Alastair visibly withers.        ‘Are you really waiting for me to ask?’ he states in exasperation.       A large smile overtakes Thomas’s face at the question, and he leans in until their noses are mere inches apart. He relishes how Alastair’s eyes widen at the sudden proximity—always so full of surprise whenever Thomas does this—and quickly kisses him before he can protest or say anything.       ‘You refer to waiting for my beloved to ask me to attend a masquerade ball with him in Cambridge, correct?’ Thomas lowers his voice until it’s the softest whisper and says with utmost severity, ‘If so, then yes, I am.’

and last, but certainly not least, to @drunkonimagination:

      ‘Welcome home.’ Pulling back slightly, Thomas kisses Alastair’s curved mouth and presses their foreheads together. ‘Goodness—Raziel, have I missed you.’       There’s a soft snort, and long fingers brush over Thomas’s shoulders. Alastair’s voice is light as he says, ‘Last I checked, Thomas, I am not Raziel. Have I been gone so long that you mistake me for an archangel?’       ‘Yes, mi amor,’ Thomas replies playfully, ‘you’ve been gone far too long. You must remind me exactly who you are, and it must be done now. Before it is too late and I forget who you are completely.’       Alastair laughs loudly, and is still laughing when Thomas presses fast kisses all over his face.

also yes you read that correctly, it does say "pt. 1". pt. 2 will be posted sometime this weekend, and it'll be snippets from the remaining chapters of dear christopher and ch2 of timeless, so stay tuned if you're interested!!! :D

#the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #the last hours #tlh #the infernal devices #tid #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #sophie collins #sophie lightwood #gideon lightwood #charlotte fairchild #henry fairchild #henry branwell #matthew fairchild #thomastair #sophideon #chenry #fanfiction preview #hope you guys enjoy hehe

[sofya-fanfics]

I Have Always Loved You

Fandom : Spy x Family

Relationship : Damian x Anya

My Flufftober 2023 contribution for the prompt : “Wait you love me?” - “I always have.”

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Damian sat alone in the back of the room and bounced one leg up and down. He had had enough. He wanted to leave and brood. But Anya had insisted that he be there and he could not refuse. They had just graduated and Becky wanted to celebrate by throwing a party. Their entire class was there. Especially James, Damian thought with a frown. This boy annoyed him extremely. Especially when he was too close to Anya.

Disclaimer : Spy x Family belongs to Tatsuya Endo.

@flufftober

AO3 / FF.NET

Damian sat alone in the back of the room and bounced one leg up and down. He had had enough. He wanted to leave and brood. But Anya had insisted that he be there and he could not refuse. They had just graduated. After all these years at Eden Academy, they were finally graduating and Becky wanted to celebrate by throwing a party. Their entire class was there. Especially James, Damian thought with a frown.

This boy annoyed him extremely. Especially when he was too close to Anya. During their first years at the academy, Damian had never really paid attention to him. They were in the same class, but they had never really spoken to each other.

One day, when they were twelve, James and Anya had been pair up for a presentation. It brought them closer together. They talked, they laughed, they spent their free time together. Of course, Becky was always with them, but Damian was too jealous to notice her. Even then, they were together, laughing. Ewen and Emile stood in front of him, blocking his view of Anya and James.

“Damian, why are you staying alone ?” Ewen asked.

“We graduated ! Come have fun !” Emile continued.

Both had huge smiles on their faces and they wanted their best friend to enjoy the party. It was true that he graduated and it was true that he had to celebrate. However, he had this knot in his stomach that prevented him from having fun. But just because he was in a bad mood it did not mean he had to spoil his friends' party. He stood up suddenly.

“I’m leaving,” he said.

He headed towards the exit, ignoring his two friends who asked him to stay. He went out and the fresh air hit him. He could feel the difference in temperature compared to the heat inside. Maybe some fresh air would help him to calm his nerves.

“Damian !”

His heart skipped a beat. Anya ? What was she doing there ?

“Is everything alright ?” She asked. “You left so quickly.”

“It’s okay,” he answered, pretending to be indifferent.

Anyway, he thought, how could she know if he was okay or not, since she spent all her time glued to James. Anya opened her eyes wide as if she was surprised. Had he answered too abruptly without realizing it ? He wanted to apologize, but Anya cut him off.

“Why don’t you like James ?”

For a second, Damian did not know what to say. He expected everything but that.

“Why did you say that ?” He managed to ask.

“You're not very nice to him. Even if you're not always very nice to everyone.”

Damian winced as he thought about how he had treated Anya when they were children. But she never held a grudge against him and had become his friend.

“With James it’s different,” Anya continued. “I can see you don't like him. If you got to know him...”

Damian rolled his eyes. She wanted him to become friends with James, but that was something he refused.

“You’ll see he’s very nice.”

“Forget it Anya.”

“I'm sure you could become friends.”

“I told you to forget it !”

Why was she insisting ? Why did not she understand that he did not want to be friends with James ? Why did not she see how he felt ? Anger and sadness rose within him. He brought his hand to his chest and clenched his fist, hoping to make the pain go away. If he became friends with James, he would have to put up with seeing him with Anya and that was impossible for him.

“Why are you reacting like that ?”

“Anya, stop.”

“Help me to understand.”

“Because I love you !”

Silence took over between them. Damian's words rang in their ears. He felt like his heart was going to explode. He never thought he would admit that he loved her that way. Anya looked at him, surprised. She opened and closed her mouth several times, before saying :

“Wait you love me ?”

Damian sighed and ruffled his hair. There was no point in hiding it anymore.

“I always have.”

Strangely, he felt good. Of course, he was afraid of her reaction, but he also felt free for having confessed his feelings to her. Even though he wished things were different and that he had not told her he loved her because of his jealousy towards James. He looked at Anya who was lost in thought. He heard her mutter :

“I understand now what was in your thoughts.”

“What ?”

Anya came back to reality and opened her eyes wide, as if she had been caught red-handed. This was not the first time she had done this, Damian thought.

“Nothing,” she replied.

“You don't have to answer me.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me ?”

“The fear of being rejected, of losing you and that things will be different between us.”

“Is that why you are jealous of James ?”

She still talk about him. As if she knew what he was thinking, she took his hand to reassure him.

“You don’t have to be jealous of him. He's my friend, like Becky. And even though you're also my friend, how I feel about you is different than how I feel about Becky or James.”

She blushed and her hand shook slightly. It was the first time Damian had seen her like this. He wondered if she felt the same way as him. He felt hope rising within him. He squeezed her hand, hoping that he would convey to her what he felt. Without him expecting it, Anya stood on tiptoe and put her lips on his. It had only lasted a second, but for Damian, it had been the most beautiful second. Anya pulled away slightly.

“I love you too.”

She kissed him again and Damian kissed her back. He shyly put his arms around her and held her close. Nothing mattered except Anya. He loved her and she had just confessed to him that she loved him too and that was all that mattered.

The end

#flufftober #flufftober2023 #spy x family #damianya #damian x anya #damian desmond #anya forger #damianya fanfiction #spy x family fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing

[underforeversgrace]

by your grave (the monster we made)

title: by your grave (the monster we made)

Words: 4453

Chapter 1 of 5

Warnings: None!

Summary: Maddie knew Danny kept secrets, it was a topic they didn’t discuss. But when she sees scars she knows he couldn’t have, she knows she can’t keep pretending. She just needs to figure out those scars.

AO3

It’s strange, how small things, minor choices, a single brush can collapse your entire world. One action taken that changes your entire life. If another option had been chosen or something small missed, the outcome entirely different. Singular actions that fracture time into various streams, each with wildly varying results.

A normal day. It had been a completely normal day for Maddie Fenton. But isn’t that how most great tragedies start, too? A normal day before hell crashes directly into it?

“Danny, honey?” Maddie asked, knocking on her son’s door. She wasn’t entirely sure if he was there - he sometimes managed to completely disappear when his parents could’ve sworn he’d come home and never left.

“Yeah?” He called from his room, voice muffled by the door.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

Maddie pushed open the door, grinning at her son as she did so, the room dim. He had grown so much in the last year, far more than Maddie had ever thought possible. Sure, teenagers tended to hit growth spurts, but whatever had changed with Danny hadn’t been entirely physical. She couldn’t quite place it but some instinct told her he had changed, had grown into himself.

“Do you still have any spare light bulbs up here? Apparently your father forgot to get them the last three times he went to the grocery store.” Maddie said, rolling her eyes playfully.

Danny laughed. “Maybe stop sending him to the store by himself?” He mused. “Anyway, I do think I have some up here.” He clicked on his desk lamp, so sudden and bright against the dimness that Maddie’s eyes narrowed. Impressively, Danny’s didn’t. He stood, reaching up over his head and opening one of the upper cabinets of his desk. A moment passed before he withdrew, half-full box of light bulbs in his left hand. He sat back down, propping his elbow up on the desk, under the desk lamp.

“Ta-da!” He said.

“Thanks, Sweetie!” Maddie said, standing beside him to ruffle his hair with one hand, leaning over to grab just one of the bulbs from the box. She nearly shivered at the nearness to her son, he always seemed so cold. There, leaned forward, with his arm directly beneath the bright light, a discoloration on his skin became clear. She jerked back away from him, though now that she had seen the discoloration - the scar - wrapping around his wrists and going all the way up his arm, dipping under the sleeve of his shirt, she didn’t know how she had never seen it before. It was absolutely massive in how far it branched, even if the lines were thin. It was like one of those optical illusions - extremely difficult to find at first but once you finally find it, you can never unsee it.

“Mom?” Danny asked beside her, looking at her in confusion. “You good?”

“Oops, sorry, dear, you’re not the only one who stays up too late at night sometimes!” In that moment, Maddie didn’t know why she lied, why she didn’t ask about the scar.

Apparently, he bought it, rolling his eyes. “Don’t worry, mom, I’m sure Amity can survive if you build your next weapon a day later than planned.”

That drew a laugh from her. “Better done early than late! We’ve gotten close to catching several ghosts - especially Phantom - so we’ve got to make sure the lab is ready for adequate containment!”

A look of fear shot across his face for just a moment, his face almost immediately smoothing into a mask of indifference. If Maddie hadn’t been so studiously studying him all of the sudden, she wouldn’t have even noticed it. Since when did talking about catching ghosts cause that look? “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair, arms across his chest as he yawned. “Evil ghosts, destruction, blah, blah.”

This reaction to ghosts was familiar - disinterested and indifferent - at least. Maybe she’d just been seeing things when she saw fear, so focused on seeing if there was anything else she’d missed that she’d made things up to miss.

“I know, I know, our research bores you,” Maddie said, falling back to the familiar, friendly bicker. “Try not to stay up too late, alright?” She asked, placing her hand on his shoulder, more aware of the slight chill than she’d ever been before.

“What can I say? Not sleeping is apparently a familial trait. I get it from you.” He joked.

“Good night, Danny,” she said, leaving the room and closing the door behind her, her son giving an amused snort at the dismissal.

Her feet took her down to the kitchen, where Jack awaited, but her mind buzzed. Why did this interaction - normal and benign as it was - have her in such twists? Why had her instinct been to avoid mentioning her concerns to Danny? Why hadn’t she just asked about the scar? And why - when was used to his lower temperature - did it make her shiver to think about?

“Did he have one, Mads?” Jack asked, pulling her from her thoughts. She looked at the bulb in her hand, she had entirely forgotten about it, why she’d even gone to his room in the first place.

“Oh, uh, yeah, he had a few,” Maddie answered, holding the bulb out.

“That’s my boy, always prepared!” Jack said, grabbing the bulb from her and inserting it into the light fixture above them, the previous one already removed. She smiled as he did so, tall enough to not need a step stool like she would’ve. Sometimes the little domestic moments like this were the best - her and Jack doing something absolutely normal, her kids safe and sound on the floor above them.

That last thought made the smile slip from her face, dropping into a frown. “Jack, are we good parents?” She asked suddenly.

Jack, done with the bulb, looked at her in confusion. “Sure we are, Mads!”

She was looking at the floor as she said “Are you sure?”

“I mean,” Jack started, scratching thoughtfully at his chin. “I guess they get embarrassed by us sometimes? And Jazz says we can be oblivious. She’d call us out in a heartbeat if she thought we were being neglectful - she’s done it before when we would get too deep in our work and forget to make dinner.”

There was no ignoring the shame in her heart at that last comment. Their child shouldn’t have to remind her adult parents to feed them. “Jack, does Danny have a scar on his left hand?”

“Not that I know of. Except maybe the little knick from when fell on gravel when he was really young? Why? Maddie, is everything okay?”

Again, she held back her true thoughts. Maybe it really was just something else, a trick of the light while she’s tired? She really hadn’t slept much last night - they’d been putting the finishing touches on the new dissection table until pretty late. Still, there was an itch at the back of her brain.

“Everything’s fine, dear,” Maddie lied. “I guess I just realized how much Danny and Jazz have grown and felt like I had missed it.” Especially Danny. The whole family had skirted around his issues, never willing to bring it up, after the first few times they asked and he continued to refuse. His grades, his attendance, his curfew. It was an elephant they all refused to further acknowledge, choosing to chase the ghostly ferret instead.

Jack pulled her into a crushing hug - thankfully, her ribs had long since gotten used to being squeezed too hard - and kissed the top of her head, auburn hair loose. “We’ve made some fine kids, Mads. This is the reward, painful as it is - we raise them well so they can thrive even once they leave here.”

Maddie rested her head against Jack’s chest, inhaling the comfortable scent of him - the rubbery scent of the hazmat suit mixed with his earthy cologne. “I suppose you’re right. I guess if I wasn’t worried if I was doing it right, then I wouldn’t be doing it right.”

He ran a hand through her hair, though the crush of his hug did not decrease as he held her with one arm instead. “This is the best we can hope for. Strong, smart kids, kind to a fault. We succeeded in raising them ready to face the world beyond us - and at least we didn’t make monsters of them.”

“Monsters?” Maddie asked, her breath temporarily hitching.

“Y’know - selfish, rude people. People who harm others for fun. That kind of monster.”

“Oh,” she said. “I guess you’re right. There are no monsters we made.”

~~~~~~~

Maddie tossed and turned in her bed for hours when she finally went to lie down, sleep refusing her. Jack slept easily beside her, snoring in a nearly comical way. Her head felt both empty and too full - thoughts she didn’t fully understand evaporating to mist as soon as she tried to concentrate on them. It was already nearly dawn when she managed to fall into that facsimile of sleep - where time slowed and the body relaxed but true rest lingered at the edge of consciousness.

When her alarm sounded, she slammed her hands on it to turn it off, pushing herself into a sitting position. Sunlight flooded through the open curtains, bathing the entire room in a pleasant golden glow. This was her favorite time of day - the world silently awaking as the sun rose. It was a peaceful time to her, it always had been. But the peace she always knew at dawn slipped from her.

Something was going on with her son. Something had been for a long time. Maddie was determined to find out, no longer willing to chase distractions that hurt less. He wouldn’t tell them himself, they’d already hit that roadblock so many times, so there was no point in asking him. It had something to do with that scar, a scar she couldn’t place but seemed familiar.

Ideas spun in her head as she made her way downstairs, plans and theories formulating and dissolving as she thought. Automatically, she began to make breakfast - a much larger one than usual. Ever since Danny had left middle school, Maddie had fallen out of the habit of cooking in the mornings, leaving the kids to fend for themselves, typically with cereal.

Soon, the house began to move, her family drawn by the smell of sizzling bacon. Maddie studied her family, smiling at all of them, their personalities evident even just here. Jazz was fully dressed, hair brushed, proper and ready to go. Jack had a new hazmat suit on, but stubble prickled on his chin, hair still mused sleepily. And then there was Danny. He was still in wrinkled pajamas, hair pointing every which way, much more erratic than his usual controlled chaos of a hairdo.

Again, the joy of simple domesticity surrounded by those who love you and you love in return. Idle chatter was exchanged over breakfast, meaningless nothings that would fade from memory as soon as the topic changed.

Jazz was the first to finish, placing her plate in the sink and leaving, wanting to get to school as early as possible to use the library. Jack followed soon after, heading up the stairs to finish preparing for the day. Throughout it all, Maddie glanced at Danny’s left arm, looking for the scar again, trying to see how far up it went, if it went into the short sleeve of his shirt or stopped below. She couldn’t see it, though. She was confused. Had it really been a trick of the light? Had she seen something that wasn’t there?

Danny pushed his empty plate forward, yawning and stretching his arms above his head. Maddie stood, taking both her and his empty plates, setting them in the sink.

“Thanks, mom! That was really good!” Danny said, giving her a lopsided grin.

“No problem, dear.” She said, returning the smile in a way she hoped seemed genuine.

“Oh, shoot, is that really the time?” He asked, frowning at the clock on the wall. “I gotta get ready!” He said, jumping from the seat.

“Wait!” Maddie called, stepping forward and grabbing at his left wrist. He tensed at the sudden contact, only relaxing partially after a few moments, turning to look at her.

“Is everything okay?” He questioned, studying her face, frowning in confusion.

“Uh…” Maddie faltered, trying to come up with an answer that wasn’t I thought you had a scar and now I think I’m losing my mind. “I just wanted to give you a hug.” She decided on, pulling his wrist gently to bring him closer.

He complied, letting her wrap her arms around him, hugging her back. “Is everything okay?” He repeated as she partially released him.

Doing her best to make it look like a casual move, Maddie smiled and pulled back from him, holding both of his upper arms, squeezing softly in what she hoped felt like a normal, parental squeeze of reassurance.

“You’re just growing up on me, that’s all. My little baby isn’t a baby.”

Danny rolled his eyes at her, but a smirk did settle on his face and the rest of the tension left his shoulders. “Yeah, yeah,” he said, lifting his left hand and waving her off absently.

That’s when she saw it again, saw it a little more fully. It seemed to originate on his palm, lightning-like patterns branching up his arm, very thin lines, very barely visible. Some branches did go under his sleeve. No wonder he had been able to hide it for so long, if she had to be this close to see it, had to know the discoloration to look for. She had just gotten lucky last night when the too bright, too white light of Danny’s desk had thrown it into stark relief for that short moment.

“I love you, Danny.” She said, unwilling to risk studying the scar too obviously. This was the key to whatever was wrong, she could feel it in her bones, and she didn’t want him to know she was looking into it. Not yet. Not until she knew.

“I love you too, mom.” She had to strain to hear it, but there was something in his voice that she couldn’t place.

“I’m serious,” she insisted. “I will always love you.”

He smiled, pushing her hands off of him, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I know, mom. You’ll always love me or whatever.”

Bitterness. It was bitterness she heard in laced undertones. She suddenly felt like cracked glass in too much heat.

She allowed him to push her off, though she did ruffle his hair some. When had he gotten as tall as her?

“And don’t ever forget it, young man. Go on, have a good day at school!”

He waved at her and disappeared up the stairs. As soon as he was out of sight, the smile slipped off her face and she went down to the lab, needing to hide so he couldn’t see her when he came back down.

Maddie settled carefully into the seat at her desk, trying not to shatter. Bitterness. Why would he be bitter when she said she loved him? Did he think she was lying? Loved him but not enough? She remembered how he’d tensed so hard when she grabbed him. Did he fear her? She knew he was hiding something, that much was obvious, an open secret no one mentioned. 

Was he afraid she wouldn’t accept him if she knew his secret? She’d heard of that with LGBTQ youth, but surely he didn’t think she’d reject him? She didn’t care about that, she just wanted happy children. And if one of them liked the same gender or both or none at all, she’d support them in whatever made them feel right. Did he not feel like a boy? She’d be fine to have two daughters or a child outside of the binary, she’d help them in whatever they wanted if a transition was needed to help their exterior match their interior.

She just wanted her children alive and happy. Jack wanted the same, both of her children knew that. Right?

She tried to remember conversations they’d had about acceptance and love, about living fully so long as you didn’t hurt someone else. There were a few from several years ago, all when Danny was probably less than ten. Danny was awfully close with both Sam and Tucker. Maybe he was bi and they were all dating and were embarrassed?

No, no, it had to be something else. Being LGBTQ didn’t fit everything, though it could still possibly be a facet in a secret he was more afraid of. But the grades, the cutting class, the broken curfews. If it were Sam and Tucker, they would’ve been told by now that those two ditched with Danny. There were a few times they’d both even tried to cover for Danny, Lancer had said.

Frustrated, she ran a hand through her hair, tugging at some tangles. She’d really thought she’d had something there, but it didn’t fit. Didn’t fit his behavior.

Didn’t account for the scar.

When did he get that scar? What kind of injury caused a scar like that? She had a vague recollection of seeing something like that, once, but she couldn’t remember where or why it had come up. She stared at her hands, though they didn’t whisper the answer to her. Her thoughts ran in circles - she needed to figure out the scar, she needed to remember where she’d seen it before so she could get its name, she needed its name to figure out the scar. The cycle continued uselessly, a dull headache building behind her eyes.

Distraction. She needed a distraction. It was a common thing - remembering something you’d forgotten by forgetting you needed to remember it.

Maddie’s eyes scanned the lab, everything cast in the green glow from the portal. Eventually, she settled on a half-finished invention on Jack’s desk. They were hoping that if they programmed their weapons to ignore Danny before they finished building it and powering it up with ectoplasm, the devices would stop pinging him as a ghost. They were running through every half-assed, unproven theory to try to stop Danny from being targeted. Current theory said that ectoplasm had ‘memory,’ so preventative measures had to be loaded in before the ecto-based power source. This invention didn’t even do anything except emit smoke when it detected a ghost within five feet, it was solely for testing this method to exclude Danny from their detection. So, for now, it was powered with a strong battery.

They knew it was probably the ecto-contamination he’d gotten when the portal shocked him when it had suddenly turned on that caused the weapons to target him and there was nothing to be done for that. Ecto-contamination was much like radioactivity - it had a half life and had to fade on its own, and its half life was hundreds of years, as best they could calculate.

Maddie looked at some free wires under the external casing. She popped the casing off, rewiring them to change their connections. A short prick of pressure flashed in one of her right fingers and she swore. Thank heavens for her suit, that kind of feeling was caused by a shock of electricity arcing towards her, which the suit was designed to prevent.

Hours passed as she worked with the Stop Targeting Danny Fentonetron (Jack named it), but the name of that scar continued to elude her. Jack circled in and out of the lab periodically throughout the day, but didn’t interrupt her, just as she wouldn’t have him.

He was down there when she finished the device.

“Okay, Jack,” she said, turning to where he was playing a game on his computer, “I think I’ve got this ready to go, just needs the ecto-battery inserted.”

“That’s great, Mads! It’s almost time for dinner, want to test it there?”

Looking at a clock, Maddie realized Jack was right. She’d been down here nearly twelve hours. Oh well. Wasn’t like it was the first time either of them had done it.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I’m going to head upstairs and get dinner started, then.”

“Sounds like a plan to me! Just make sure to keep the ecto-battery far away from the Stop Targeting Danny Fentonetron until it’s time.”

“I know, dear,” she agreed, halfway to the door before she paused and added, “we really need to give this thing an easier name.”

He chuckled, returning to his game, and Maddie started back towards the kitchen. Once there, she sat the device on the table and began whipping up some food. Jack had gone shopping yesterday (thus the forgotten bulb and small avalanche of fudge) so all the food was still ecto free.

When the casserole in the oven had less than five minutes left, Jazz and Danny came through the front door, arguing about something in low voices. As soon as they saw Maddie in the kitchen, however, they both silenced, Danny throwing an irritated glare at Jazz, who pretended not to notice. Ah, at least this will always be normal. Jack, probably hearing the movement, joined them as well.

“Hi, kids!” She called, grabbing plates from the cupboard.

“Hiya!” Jazz said, overly cheerful.

Danny rolled his eyes. “Hey, mom.”

“C’mon, dinner’s almost done.”

The kids moved in their familiar ways - Jazz going for the cups in the cupboard, Danny going to pull the drinks from the fridge. Maddie smiled, though that was quickly wiped away when the anti-ecto blaster defense in the fridge triggered, Danny jumping to the side with a yelp.

“I thought you guys dismantled that!” Jazz yelled.

“We did?” Maddie said, coming out as a question more than a statement.

“Heh. Oops.” Jack said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Like father, like son. “I thought it was broken and fixed it today.”

Jazz looked at her father furiously, then kneeling next to her brother. “You okay?”

“’m fine.” Danny said through gritted teeth, hunched over and holding his stomach. “Didn’t dodge fast enough.”

Shame blossomed in her chest painfully. What kind of child should ever have to say that? Would need to dodge weapons within their own homes? How often did Danny need to jump out of the way from surprise weapons? Did he have to live his life in constant anxiety, waiting for the next malfunctioning attack?

“Lemme see, Danno,” Jack said softly, kneeling on the side opposite Jazz.

Danny glanced at Jazz, who gave a barely perceptible nod. At the angle they were at Jack couldn’t see the fear that painted Danny’s face briefly. But Maddie could. Her shame felt like a physical thing in her chest, on her chest, trying to crush her. Another small thing that she should have seen the first time it happened. Was she really that oblivious? Were her and Jack really that horrible of parents?

Danny let go of his stomach, red staining his hand. His shirt was burned through, as was the patch of skin beneath it. Jack looked at it in guilt. Maddie was cursing Danny’s ecto contamination internally - he had a high enough level to make him susceptible to their weapons, thus their desperation to get the inventions to just stop firing at him in the first place.

“I’ll get the first aid kit,” Jazz said, leaving the kitchen, her footsteps could be heard hurrying up the stairs.

“I am so sorry, Danno, I forgot that we dismantled it,” Jack said, a tear dropping down his face.

“Hey, dad, it’s alright,” Danny said in a soothing voice. “Accidents happen.” He reached out to pat his dad on the shoulder with his not-bloody hand, though he was looking down at his stomach, applying pressure back to the wound. Jack’s eyes widened and Maddie realized it was Danny’s left hand he’d reached out with. He’d noticed the scar she’d mentioned to him the previous night, too. He locked eyes with her and Maddie shook her head.

He nodded. “Thanks, Danny. I really am sorry. I won’t forget again.” Jack said, grinning down at his son.

“Why does it take him getting shot for you to remember, though?” Jazz asked as she stepped back into the kitchen, white first aid kit in hand.

Maddie opened her mouth to answer but just let out a strangled breath. Jack was opening and closing his mouth repeatedly.

“Jazz, it’s fine, drop it,” Danny said. “Can you move, dad?”

Jack looked at his son then his daughter then back to his son, but he did move further away.

Jazz knelt down at her brother’s injured side, popping open the kit. “Just because this isn’t the first time doesn’t make it okay, Danny!” Jazz hissed, so low Maddie barely heard her.

“Drop. It.” Danny shot back just as lowly, a hard edge to his tone.

Maddie watched as Jazz pulled out what she needed - burn cream, gauze, adhesive. There was no hesitation in her hands, no moving stuff around to find what she needed. Jazz knew what she was doing, had clearly gone through this before, more than once as Maddie noted that Jazz’s hands didn’t shiver with anxiety.

Danny sat there patiently, occasionally hissing in pain as Jazz patched him up.

That wasn’t a normal reaction. It just wasn’t. There was no way that he’d been struck that many times by the house! And it had to be various wounds fairly often, based on how little he reacted, how quickly Jazz jumped to action. Had the bullying gotten bad again? Danny had said it’d eased up.

It was then the oven beeped, making everyone except Danny jump. Maddie hurriedly pulled on oven gloves and pulled the food out before it had the chance to burn.

“Alright, I’m done,” Jazz said, dumping the unneeded parts into the trash can, a bloody piece of gauze included.

“I’m changing.” Danny said, getting to his feet and quickly retreating to his room.

Jazz went to the sink, cleaning her hands of her brother’s blood. Maddie and Jack seemed frozen, looking at each other. It was then Maddie realized her nor Jack had tried to take over the situation. Jazz had done it and they had allowed her to be in charge.

Jack pointed with his eyes to the lab. Maddie nodded and pointed hers towards the clock. Twenty years of marriage helped you get a pretty good sense of each other’s thought processes. They’d meet in the lab, he’d said. After dinner, she’d said.

#Grace writes #danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2023

[takeyourcyanide]

Cycle (Part 2)

(Soul Eater fanfiction)

Word count: 4 209

Summary: In this part, Stein is sent after Spirit since he hasn’t shown up to work in multiple days. Extremely melodramatic shit ensues!

Note:

I’m not sure how much I like this, to be honest. I’ve written better lmao. But have this!!!

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“How did I know that I’d find you here,” Stein rhetorically teased his former weapon-partner, strolling confidently into the vibrantly painted Chupa Cabra’s, his hands in his coat pockets.

“Shut up, Stein,” Spirit slurred his words together, his flushed cheeks, and sloppy movements giving his certain inebriation away immediately.

The sun had begun to set a half hour ago, and Spirit had not shown up to work in a few days. Lord Death requested that Stein fetch the man, to inform him that he needed to at least call in sick if he happened to be ill.

Stein had already searched his apartment just to find no sign of the redhead. A pinching feeling in his gut told him that Spirit was most likely spending his time in his favorite pub.

“What’chu doin’ here?” Spirit sounded as though he was not truly present in the moment, somewhere far away in his hazy state of mind. His eyes were clouded over and filled with sorrow and hurt. His soul quivered with a mash of rejection, fear, anxiety, and despair. Stein had never seen Spirit so far down in the pits before.

“You haven’t been to work in days, Spirit, and you didn’t notify Lord Death or anyone that you were going to be absent,” Stein explained, walking calmly over to Spirit’s booth and taking a seat in front of him. There was a large bottle of vodka on the wooden table, nearly entirely empty. There were a multitude of shot glasses present, as well. The smell of liquor radiated off of the weapon. The odor fit his disheveled appearance rather well.

“Oh… Yeah,” the death scythe drawled, resting his spinning head down upon the table, avoiding Stein’s intense gaze. “‘M sorry,” Spirit choked on a small, pitiful sob, a sudden burst of tears falling from his eyes.

It had been clear to Stein from the moment he saw Spirit’s greasy, messy hair, and deep eye-bags, that he was in a fragile headspace, but he didn’t exactly expect him to begin crying almost as soon as he walked through the door.

Stein’s body tensed as he observed the weapon’s shaking shoulders. He did not know what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to attempt to comfort the male? Was he not supposed to do anything?

“Why are you sorry?” He curiously prodded the drunkard, awkwardly fiddling with the inseams of his pockets.

“‘M letting everyone down,” Spirit lifted his head, staring directly into Stein’s indifferent eyes. “Maybe tha’s why Maka doesn’ lobe me.”

Spirit’s bottom lip quivered as violently as his soul, his cheeks were drenched with his own tears. His body shook even harder as he bawled like a newborn.

A few other patrons of the pub, as well as the employees, watched the scene from out of the corners of their questioning eyes. Stein figured this would be commonplace at an establishment such as this.

“Come on, let’s go home, Spirit,” Stein mumbled, stumbling on his words. He stood slowly from the booth, reaching his hands out towards Spirit’s shoulders as a silent request for him to rise up.

“Are you mad at me?” Spirit stared up anxiously at Stein, chewing on his fingernails as they stepped out of the building.

“No,” the meister responded plainly, glancing over at Spirit’s face. “You know, you look pretty when you cry,” Stein observed how the man’s cheeks and the very tip of his nose turned the same red as his hair, how shining droplets rested delicately upon the ends of his long eyelashes, how his eyebrows flitted upwards slightly, and how his pink, chapped lips pouted in a juvenile manner.

Stein either was indifferent to another’s tears, annoyed by them, or infatuated with them. Some people simply cried so beautifully that they looked like they belonged in a renaissance painting. Sometimes it was even entertaining to him. It was also incredibly fascinating. The sadistic part of him enjoyed how vulnerable the other was, how he had the control, how he could easily ruin the other. He wouldn’t tell Spirit that, though. He figured it wouldn’t do any good.

“Huh? You’re weird,” Spirit wiped at his nose with the black sleeve of his suit jacket, leaning on Stein’s shoulder as he could hardly walk.

Stein chuckled, smirking in response. “Oh, and by the way… I’m not sure if I should ask this right now, but why’d you mention Maka earlier? Just your usual thing, or did something happen?”

Spirit shoved his face into Stein’s arm in embarrassment, as new tears fell all over again.

He nodded his head, saying, “Somet’in’ happened.”

“Is that why you’ve been gone?” Stein connected the dots, looking down at the weapon’s head.

Spirit nodded his head once more, sniffling quietly. He removed his head from Stein’s arm, rubbing the minimal amount of mucus from off of the meister’s lab coat shamefully, his expression terribly bashful.

“I’ll tell you ‘bout it when we get to my place. Tha’s where we’re goin’, righ’?” He asked in a hushed voice, his hands rubbing at his reddened and sopping eyes.

“Yes, that’s where we’re going,” Stein confirmed with a nod.

……

Spirit tossed Stein his keys, as all he managed to accomplish was fumbling with them.

Stein pushed the door open with an obnoxious creak, Spirit trailing behind him.

“Uh… Do you want some water?” Stein asked, completely unsure of how to properly take care of another. He didn’t necessarily have the desire to, he was just incredibly curious as to how it would all turn out, what happened, and his own ability to take care of a drunken individual.

“Guess I need it, huh?” Spirit sunk into his plush couch, lying down with an arm over his eyes. “Can you get some Ibuprofen, too?”

“Yeah,” Stein said, having grabbed a

glass, filling it with tap water.

After retrieving the medication, he held the glass and pills outward, allowing Spirit to move into a sitting position.

“Thanks,” the ginger spoke softly as he accepted what he was offered, gulping down the painkillers with the lukewarm water. “Don’ feel good.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. It looked like you had drank a lot before I got there,” Stein sat next to him, throwing an arm over the back of the couch.

“I did… Maka doesn’ like it.. But I can’t stop,” Spirit twiddled his thumbs, peering down at them intently. He brought his knees up, wrapping his trembling arms around himself. “Oh, yeah.. I was gonna tell you about that….”

“What happened exactly?” Stein listened to another sniffle escape the person next to him.

“‘Cause she did so well on her exam, I told Blair to find out what her favorite book was and give it to her, along with the card I wrote for her. Blair used the money I gave her, and bought lingerie for herself, and instead of just keeping it for herself, she gave it to Maka without telling her all about what she did. So now Maka thinks I gave that shit to her,” Spirit begun.

“Why not just tell her what happened?” Stein questioned, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow.

“I did!” Spirit exclaimed, raising his chin from off of his uncomfortable knees. “She slammed the door on my face after saying it was a ‘dick move’ to blame Blair!”

“Oh.”

Spirit blubbered all over again, ripping his tie off, shuffling out of his suit jacket.

“Too stuffy,” he huffed, his expression remaining impressively pouty and upset. “I feel hot.. I don’ feel good.”

Spirit suddenly darted off into the hallway, mildly startling Stein. He ran right after him, having a feeling about what was happening.

Stein heard Spirit his the floor, then proceeding to find him sitting in front of the toilet as he heaved aggressively, his fingers gripping the bowl so tightly that his knuckles had turned bright white.

Stein stood in the doorway, awkwardly waiting for him to finish.

“Do you have any Zofran?” Stein asked him once there was a lull in his vomiting.

“No,” he whined back miserably.

Stein spotted a few towels and rags on a shelf in Spirit’s bathroom, grabbing one of the aforementioned rags and dousing it in cool water.

“What’re you doing?” Spirit wondered in his drowsy state.

“Putting a rag wet with cool water on a vomiting individuals neck or forehead can help to alleviate how horrible they feel, because it lowers the individual‘s body temperature, which is often raised to the point of fever when vomiting,” Stein elaborated in a very technical manner as he placed the rag on the back of his pale neck, having to brush Spirit’s long hair off to the side. “Plus, whenever I was nauseous when I was little, my mother would do that.”

“Oh, I see,” Spirit nodded along, beginning to doze off.

“Except she’d also go off and watch TV, and just.. check on me every once in a while. I don’t know if you want me to do that, though,” he continued, glancing in every direction.

“Please, stay,” Spirit pleaded, latching onto Stein’s pants.

“Okay,” Stein found it rather interesting that he wanted him to stay with him.

“Tired of bein’ alone,” he whimpered, his eyes brimming with tears for the umpteenth time that night. “How do you do it, Stein?”

“Do what?” He asked in confusion, crouching down.

“You’re always alone. An’ you seem fine with it. How?” He clarified whilst frowning.

“Well, I enjoy my solitude,” Stein chuckled, not missing the disappointed expression on Spirit’s face at the lack of some miracle solution to all his problems. “And I suppose I’m used to it. I didn’t really speak to many people when I was young. I was pretty isolated, honestly,” he shrugged his shoulders, positioning himself to lean against the cabinet of the sink.

“Didn’t you have any friends?” Spirit inquired, a glint of curiosity in the sea of sadness in his eyes.

“No,” he shook his head.

“That’s depressing,” the scythe furrowed his eyebrows, a look of pity coming to be recognizable on his visage.

“Not to me,” Stein looked over at the male, appearing to be almost confused in a sense.

Spirit inched closer to Stein, approaching him how one might approach a wild animal. He sat right beside the grey-haired man, soaking up having a warm body around before he was to leave.

“Don’t you want to go to bed, Spirit?” Stein wondered aloud, gently retrieving the slowly drying rag from off of his neck since he no longer seemed to be too nauseated, and tossing it into the laundry basket outside of the bathroom.

“Guess so,” he considered the proposition, attempting to stand on his own. He gripped the counter of the sink, tripping over his own feet. Stein followed suit, assisting Spirit with standing and trudging to his bedroom.

The room itself was dimly lit, which was perfect for the intoxicated Spirit. Stein helped the weapon into his bed, lifting the covers and allowing him to slip underneath them.

After Spirit got comfortable, Stein took strides away from the bed, clearly heading towards the door.

Spirit flung his hand outward, childishly making a grabby motion at Stein.

“Don’t go yet,” Spirit begged, his bottom lip jutting outward.

“You actually want me here?” Stein found his request to be almost outlandish, simply unbelievable.

“Yes!” He yelled in response, slapping his previously grabby hand down back onto the silky sheets of his bed.

Stein, the more he gave it thought, realized it made sense. He was lonely, he’d settle for anyone who’d give him the time of day.

“Just don’t dissect me,” he crossed his arms over his chest in a bratty manner, shooting Stein his best “don’t try me” look, though it appeared more humorous than frightening. He looked like a baby bunny trying to be scary, with his tear-stained cheeks.

“I can’t promise anything,” Stein threw his hands up, maliciously grinning.

Spirit yanked a pillow from off of his bed, throwing it across the room directly at Stein’s head.

“Well, excuse me,” Stein laughed, walking over to the bed. “Do you want me to just stand here, or…?”

“You can lay if you want,” he muttered.

He crawled underneath the warm blankets, staring up at the ceiling emptily.

“What’s it like to not care?” Spirit asked with an expression of sincerity.

Stein turned his head to the side, observing Spirit’s face as he stared back.

“It’s nothing. It’s hollow. It’s there. And it’s normal for me,” he responded relatively cryptically.

“Hm,” Spirit hummed in reply, mildly confused, but simultaneously understanding. Hollow. That fit the meister well.

The redhead yawned loudly, his palm slapping quickly over his mouth.

“Tired?” Stein asked, knowing the answer.

“Mhm.”

Spirit closed his eyes, Stein turned back to stare at the ceiling. He could not stand staring at another’s sleeping face. It made him feel oddly violent, and he wasn’t entirely sure why.

“Good night, Stein,” Spirit slurred sleepily.

“Good night, Spirit,” Stein’s voice remained as monotone and still as it typically did.

Was he supposed to sneak out of his apartment once he fell asleep? Was he supposed to stay? He didn’t care either way.

That’s what it was like not to care, he supposed. Indifferent to most, cycling through the same three emotions, often feeling nothing at all. He was endlessly curious as to what it would be like to feel the same way Spirit feels. He’d never be able to satiate that curiosity.

#soul eater #franken stein #stein soul eater #stein #dr stein #dwma #spirit soul eater #spirit albarn #alcoholism #alcohol #maka abarn #hurt/comfort

[dannystattoo]

illicit affairs

a/n: ok, so I actually wrote something, i did not mean to take it that far, but I hope you enjoy anyway 🖤

warnings: none, aside from asshole Danny lmao

based on illicit affairs by taylor swift

You and Danny were both in relationships that weren’t bad exactly, but neither of you is super happy. You met through a mutual friend at a party and you immediately hit if off. You both realized pretty quickly it’s been a long time since you’ve felt a connection like this with anyone, let alone your own partner. You didn’t mean to exchange texts outside of the group chat of your friends you’d both been added to. You didn’t plan to start talking everyday. You’d didn’t mean to slowly start seeing each other one on one. It all just kind of happened. This goes on for months and For whatever reason, you both hadn’t left your significant other. However, the sneaking around between each other’s places when you could, meeting at places well outside of Nashville so you wouldn’t see anyone you knew, it was all getting old.

One day, he was at your place . His girlfriend was out of town and as far as your boyfriend knew, you were spending the weekend with family. You were in the bathroom, contemplating how you’d gotten here while staring at a perfume bottle on the counter. It was the one you had to hide regularly. It was Danny’s favorite, but your boyfriend hated it. You’d bought it as a weird sort of anniversary gift once you realized you’d been doing this for a year. You always hid it though and never dared put it on when you knew your boyfriend would be around soon because the smell was distinct and it lingered. As you put it back in the shelf where you kept it, out of sight, you realized how stupid this whole thing had gotten. You both loved each other and clearly didn’t want to stop seeing each other. You’d become so indifferent about your boyfriend and if we’re being honest, you guys fucked maybe once a month at best at this point. You had no idea what you guys were doing anymore.

“Danny, we have to talk”

“Yeah, babe?”

“What the hell are we doing”

“What do you mean?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know exactly what I mean. Why are we still with other people? I’m so sick of us having to sneak around just to be sort of happy. Wouldn’t it be so much better if we could just be with each other, like actually be with each other?”

Danny looked at you, considering the thought he’d have to leave your place in the middle of the night so no one would see.

“I’m doing it” you finally said after a moment. “I’m ending things with him, I can’t keep doing this.” You looked at Danny expectantly, hoping (perhaps foolishly) he’d say the same. After what felt like ages of you both staring at each other you had to break the silence.

“Well?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed after a minute.

“This is a fucking joke, right? Please tell me you’re not serious.”

“It’s a lot to consider, is all”

“Oh my god, what the hell does that mean? After everything we’ve been through, you don’t know? You don’t fucking know? What was the last year then, Danny?”

“You’re right,” he said finally. “It is stupid. I love you so much and I’m certainly not as happy with her as I am with you. We’ve just been together since i moved to Nashville, I can’t imagine anything else”

You gave him a look.

“You know what I mean”

“Yeah, doesn’t hurt any less to hear though”

“Sorry. I’ll do it though, you’re right, clearly neither of us was that happy in our relationships when we met each other”

“So…we’re doing it?”

“Yeah, I guess we are,” he smiled at you and grabbed your hand. You both agreed that after you “got home” from visiting family and his girlfriend got back, you’d call it off with them. You also decided to wait a bit to make things public though. With his band finally starting to take off, the last thing he needed was cheating allegations.

You sat at your apartment that night after Danny left, feeling extremely nervous about breaking it off with you boyfriend, but also feeling lighter over the fact you and Danny had finally agreed to fully commit to each other. You realized it had been all you’d wanted since shortly after you both met, and you were so glad you were finally on the same page.

✨1 week later✨

You hadn’t seen Danny since that night at your apartment, and you couldn’t wait to finally see him again tonight. It had been a rough week - even if you didn’t want to be with your boyfriend anymore, breaking up certainly wasn’t easy. Add to that that work had been kicking your ass, and that your family decided this was also the week for drama, you really needed a break. Knowing that you guys could finally be a couple without sneaking around was the light at the end of the tunnel.

The feeling didn’t last though. When you arrived at Danny’s apartment, something immediately felt off and you couldn’t place it at first. You then realized that her stuff was still spread throughout the house and you prayed it was just because she hadn’t gotten a chance to clear all her stuff out. The fact that there was a purse and shoes in the front hall made you think that wasn’t the case though.

“Hey you,” he smiled as you walked inside. You accepted his kiss when he greeted you, but you were distracted.

“So, are we going to discuss that?” You said, pulling away and pointing at all of her belongings in the hall.

“Uh, yeah, about that,” he anxiously ran his hand through his hair.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Danny,” You turned on your heel to leave, seeing absolute red.

“I’m sorry, I just…I couldn’t do it, not this week. I was all set to, but her mom’s been sick and she really took a turn for the worse the day I saw you last. They don’t think she has much time left. I don’t want to be with her anymore, but I couldn’t just do that to her then, you know?”

“So how long are you going to keep this up then? If her mom just keeps getting sicker, you can’t leave. What about when her mom dies, then what? You won’t be able to leave her when she gets that news, and then you certainly can’t leave while she’s grieving! I guess we’ll just keep doing what we’re doing and you can just keep cheating on her.”

“Baby, that’s not fair - “

“Stop, you don’t get to call me baby anymore. I held up my end of the deal, can you do the fucking same?”

“It’s not that easy, trust me, I wish it were!”

“Oh, bullshit. Her sick mom wasn’t an issue a week ago. You don’t just get to weasel your way into my life and promise me this beautiful life together just to keep taking it away from me. I told you, being with you is the best thing to happen to me in years, I…I can’t describe it. It’s like you showed me colors I can’t see when I’m with anyone else, and the way I connect with you? It’s like we have this language I can’t speak with anyone else. Danny, it’s so, so good when it’s good, but it’s fucking cruel of you to dangle that in front of me.”

You both stared at each other, neither of you sure what to say next.

“I’m leaving, I don’t think there’s anything else to say.”

“No wait,” he called as you grabbed the door handle. You knew you shouldn’t, but you dropped the knob and turned to hear him out. What was it about this man you couldn’t say no to?

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s not fair to you, and i just need to rip the bandaid off. She’s up with her family right now, but she’ll be home in a couple days. I’ll do it then. I wanna be with you, I promise. I don’t wanna fuck this up.”

Part of you said to run. What proof did you have he’d actually do it this time? None. However, that naive part of you was hopeful that maybe, maybe, he meant it this time. After considering it for a second you took a step towards him.

“Okay. I’ll let it go this time, but the next time I see you, you better have ended it”

“Promise. In fact, I pinkie promise.” You laughed despite yourself and wrapped your pinkie around his. Before you knew it, you were both laughing and he pulled you in for a kiss. You kept letting it deepen, even though you knew you shouldn’t. A few minutes later, he’d pulled you onto his lap, his hands moving under your tshirt. You didn’t resist at all when he moved you to his bedroom, their bedroom. As he laid you down in the bed, you couldn’t stop your mind from racing and thinking about the fact you knew he wouldn’t be anymore available this time next week than he was now. You just knew. You also knew you’d be right back here, or he’d be at your place. No matter what, you couldn’t quit him and you’d let him ruin you a million times over.

#Danny Wagner #Danny Wagner imagine #greta van fic #Greta van fleet #Danny GVF #wagner wednesday

[clingyduoapologist]

hello!! I was redirected here by bronzetomatoes after inquiring about kylo ren hate (I think the hitting him with a car post is so funny and also i know so little about star wars. it adds to the comedy tbh) and i was told if i want the funny/thorough answer that you’re the place to go. so if you’d like to, go absolutely off the walls about it :)

My friend have you come to the right place.

SO BASICALLY Star Wars is a story about how 3 good movies collectively altered the course of human history by making just like, stupid amounts of money right?

So obviously, Disney was like “I need to get in on that” and bought Star Wars and then started working on their own trilogy. If you’re a Star Wars fan, this is pretty cool! New planets, new character, new lore! It was pretty awesome. The trailer for the first movie in this new trilogy came out and everyone loved it! So much interesting things!!! A female protagonist?!?!? Wow this is so awesome!!!

The problem was the movie isn’t very good.

Don’t get me wrong the force awakens is fine, definitely the best movie in the trilogy, the problem is that it wasn’t good enough, not for most audiences, and especially not for Disney. So they fired JJ Abrams, who directed the force awakens, and hired Ryan Johnson to direct the second movie: the last Jedi.

I fucking hate the last Jedi.

And so did like half the world, and what followed the release of the film was probably the worst fucking time in the history of life on earth to be a Star Wars fan, as basically the entire fanbase devolved into a civil war between last jedi haters and last jedi defenders.

But amongst all the fighting, another group was beginning to form, one that had began in the shadows of the Force Awakens, but was now bolstered by the release of the last Jedi, a shadowy and secretive threat that was about to rear it’s ugly head:

Reylo.

Now, Reylo, as a ship is like, fine? It’s literally just the most barebones enemies to lovers ship you can imagine.

But Reylo as a fanbase? That’s where things start to get interesting. Because what Reylo lacked in character and writing, it made up for in hot fucking actors (I mean it’s fucking Daisy Ridley and Adam Driver what did you expect). this in turn led to a vicious cycle where Reylo fans were extremely uh… motivated… and also had basically blank canvases to build off of. This lead to the Reylo fandom becoming almost a separate entity to the Star Wars fandom, which only further boosted their forces.

But what made Reylo infamous was the scale. These guys were loud, and were prepared to rip anyone to shreds for even the smallest injustices. It was a dog eat dog world, and one that maintained itself through a constant state of war.

But setting Reylo fans aside for a second, you may be wondering “Okay but what does any of that have to do with Kylo Ren?” Which, sure fair question. But to answer that, we have to look at Reylo not as a ship, but as characters.

Now, Rey, as far as protagonists go, is… fine? She’s definitely screwed majorly by being in a completely unplanned trilogy of movies that wasn’t interest in making her a compelling and likable character, but like even then I’d be lying if I said that she wasn’t at the very least interesting. And again like I’ll take any excuse to see Daisy Ridl- sorry what, anyways point is Rey Palpatine skywalker kenobi whatever is a perfectly mediocre protagonist and thus, while sexist assholes may try to convince you that she burned the world’s crops and poisoned the town water supply, truth be told I and many others fans became at worst indifferent, and best charmed by her.

But Kylo Ren? Kylo Motherfucking Ren? Ben SWOLO himself?

This man makes me violent.

And it’s not because he’s more well written then Rey, or even because his writing is particularly worse, as far as I’m concerned they’re both hand in unlovable in in terms of writing quality.

The problem with Kylo is that he could of been so much better, so easily, and yet people still fawned over him.

Like, this guy is Darth Vader’s Fucking Grandson, Luke Skywalker’s Nephew, Son of Han Solo and Leia Skywalker, 1 hot actor removed from self insert character, and yet these writers fucking struggle, each and every time, to figure out what to do with him. Like they are fucking racking their brains trying to make a guy with one of the sickest lightsaber designs ever and a badass outfit all being acted by ADAM FUCKING DRIVER “interesting.”

And PEOPLE FUCKING FELL FOR IT. Like if you go into almost any even slightly sad tag in ao3 I guarantee there will be at least one kylo fic. Like I can not stress to you enough how many people fucking lost their MINDS!!!

FOR HIM

And remember, this is all ON TOP of the fawning that Reylo stans had already been doing. Which only made things worse, if you can even believe that.

And so ever since Rise of Skywalker managed to drag the sequel trilogy’s tired, burning, mangled corpse over the finish line, and all the buzz over it died down, and every YouTube video essayist/movie analyzer saw dollar signs in their eyes, we’re left here, with Adam Driver’s tits swaying in the wind. And for what? The most stock Sad Boy Villaintm of all time and his British gf? A marginally cool lightsaber design? Maybe like, 1 cool fight scene at the end of the first movie?

Like… I’m just left to stare… Stare at this man’s hot topic shopper ass hair cut and Zuko wannabe facial scar, left with nothing better to do than seethe, quietly and angrily, at a character who could have been so much, who could have done so much, but yet was doomed to only ever be himself.

In the end, I suppose I am like Sisyphus, rolling my anger up a hill, knowing that it’ll only roll back down again anyway, and yet not an ounce less motivated to continue my toil. Because Kylo Ren is my enemy, my one true opposite in this great narrative we call reality.

And at least, on some nights, I can rest easy knowing that he fucking died at the end.

#so so so so sorry for ranting at you. #I may have uh #gone a bit insane while writing this #but uh #hey you asked for #it #asks #Star Wars #reylo neg #<- for tag blocking purposes

[sweaterrat]

Howdy, dorks ^^ guess who’s got lemlav lmao

This is Part 1 to a 2 part fluffy one shot! The other half isn’t finished yet, but as soon at it is, I’ll post it! Hope you enjoy my mid writing skills 💀 No beta read we die like gram gram </3

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⚠️!! WARNINGS !!⚠️ : N/A! Enjoy! <3

Soft Shell, Softer Touches

Two hours.

It’s been two hours since Donnie’s been gone for business with a certain group of well-dressed crooks, the Purple Dragons. Niyah was beginning to get worried. She knew she couldn’t call or text him because that could compromise Donnie’s (and her own) safety. So, instead, Janiyah sat on the floor of Donnie’s lab, impatiently waiting for him to come back.

Two hours and ten minutes.

This was torture. Where was he? Was he okay? Why did he insist on going alone?! Niyah’s mind began to wander.

Was he captured? Was he hurt? Was he okay? Was he unconscious in a random alleyway? Was he…

Niyah squeezed her eyes shut at that last thought. There was an uneasy feeling in her stomach that she wanted so badly to ignore, but the way it twisted and turned made her sick. Where was that dum-dum turtle—!

Suddenly, the mechanical door to the lab opened. Niyah opened her eyes to spot a exhausted looking—

“Donnie!” She sat up immediately and went to greet him. Usually, Niyah greets everyone with a hug, but for Donnie, she’d always give him a generous amount of distance and an occasional polite wave. The Softshell blinked as if he was surprised to see her.

“Where the heck were you?!” She almost shouted, worry woven into her words. Donnie just looked at her with a lazy expression. “Purple Dragons,” he simply replied. “Remember?” and he walked past her to get to his work desk.

“You were gone for two hours,” She stated, the worry never leaving her face. Donnie seemed to shrug it off. “You know how the Dragons are, they’re difficult.”

Niyah was bewildered at his indifference. Did he really not care? She spent hours worrying over him for nothing…? Donnie didn’t notice how quiet she got, a usual sign that she was upset about something. Instead, he hopped in his spinny chair and started to tinker with a big-looking, unfinished project. Niyah only blinked in surprise.

“You’re getting back to work?” Donnie didn’t spare her a glance, “Yep,” He replied lamely.

“But, you just got back…” Niyah said, more to herself than him. “The Dragons threw a wrench in my plans. I’m extremely behind schedule,” Don explained, an annoyed scowl on his face. Niyah couldn’t tell if that scowl was caused by the Purple Dragons or her. Still, she slowly approached the genius, taking the seat beside him. Donnie had added another chair to his lab a few weeks ago as a result of Niyah visiting him so often.

She sat a distance away from Donnie, almost afraid to get too close to him while he was in such a sour mood. Then again, something always had Donatello in a sour mood.

“I think you should take a break,” Niyah nearly whispered. She glanced from his work and to his eyes, hoping that he’d catch her stare and look back. But, to her disappointment, he did not. Instead, Donnie replied with, “I can’t possibly waste any more time than I already have.”

“Breaks aren't a waste of—“ Niyah tried to respond, but apparently, Donnie wasn’t finished. “Why do you care so much?” He finally looked at her. Niyah then realized the annoyed scowl was meant for her. She shrank back into her own chair, using her leg to slowly push herself back and create more and more distance.

“Sorry, I was just worried,” She mumbled, chest tightening as she avoided his stare. Donnie’s expression softened and he let out a soft sigh.

“I hope you know I’m more than capable of handling myself,” He grunted, turning away from Niyah and going back to his work. “You don’t have to worry.”

Niyah sat in silence after that. Donnie had wondered if he was being too mean. Niyah was more of the sensitive type, easy to get emotional. He tried to filter what he said to be less mean around her because, well, he cared. He cared about her, though he’d never admit it out loud. She always listened to him ramble about science and things he knows. Sometimes, she’d even ask questions about it too! They had recently begun studying astronomy and astrology together (Donnie wasn’t a fan of astrology but he couldn’t say no to her).

She’d always seem interested in what he had to say, even if sometimes she looked distracted. Donnie often wondered if there was something on his face with the way she stared at him. Niyah always listened with that small smile that Donnie (and he’ll never admit this,) adored.

Suddenly, snapping Donnie out of his daydream, Niyah quietly stood up. He watched her in his peripherals as she exited the room. Ah, she left.

Donnie sighed, running a hand down his face. Maybe he was being too mean. She spent hours in his lab just keeping him company, asking questions— not just about the current project— about him and how he was doing. Always making sure to check on him and making sure he’s eaten something at least. Donatello felt like he was taking her for granted… he felt like a jerk for being so annoyed at her being concerned for him. He wanted to apologize the next time he saw her. Maybe even thank her. But now, he could finally tend to—

The door to his lab opened again. Don snapped his head towards the light seeping into the cool, purple-toned room. It was Niyah again. And in her hands, a cup of hot coffee.

Oh. She had left to make him some. She went out of her way to do something for him even after he was being sour. Donnie felt his face warm at that.

She said nothing as she carefully placed the mug beside him, then sat back in her chair. Donnie eyed her curiously the whole time. “Careful, it’s hot,” She finally warned. Donnie tried to ignore the warmth of his face that was definitely not caused by Niyah, but by the heat of the coffee. Right.

“Thanks,” he mumbled hesitantly , glancing away from her, taking the mug in his hands. He lightly blew at the beverage before taking a sip. The drink warmed his chest. He had grown a tolerance to coffee a long time ago, but he still enjoyed drinking it. Donnie felt himself relax as he let out a sigh of relief.

“They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Niyah asked out of the blue. Donnie glanced at her, putting down his coffee. She had her head down on the desk, staring up at him. He could see the concern in her brown eyes though she didn’t express it externally. His stare softened and he blinked.

“No, nothing serious.” He lied, turning back to his work, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across his face at her persistent stare. Why was he so… nervous? Niyah stared at him before, even when she tried to sneak it. She seemed to study him in a way. Donnie got used to it after a while, but now, her staring at him was making him uneasy… in a good way?

“Why do you care so much?” He questioned quietly again, but differently this time. This question was soft and genuine; he really wanted to know. Donnie never looked back at her though. “About me?” He added.

Niyah smiled softly at his question before speaking. “Because you’re my friend,” she stated proudly, shifting slightly to fidget with the sleeves of her puffy, cream-colored cardigan. She sounded so certain, as if being his friend was enough of an answer.

“Because I’m your friend?” Donnie echoed, letting out a disbelieving chuckle. “Is it really that easy?”

“Yes,” she replied, her face warming as she held eye contact with him. Her dark cocoa eyes held an emotion… a feeling that Donnie has felt before, but couldn’t name. “Yes, it is.”

Donnie felt himself smile but quickly hid it in his palm. Niyah had a calm look in her eyes. Like two big black holes, dark and alluring, drawing him in the more he stared into them. A dark sea of mystery that he so wished to explore. He would have almost found himself drowning in them if he didn’t snap back into reality.

“Thank you,” Donnie muttered, unable to take his eyes off of the girl in front of him. “For caring about me.” This time, he didn’t hide the shy smile that was stained on his face.

Niyah sighed, “Anytime, Donnie.” She’s said his name a million times before, but for some reason, his heart squeezed. Donnie felt himself flush at her words, praying to whoever was up there that it didn’t show. It was like a triple homicide. Her eyes, her smile, her voice… he felt weak.

Weak.

Donnie remembered it. The stinging had somewhat lessened, enough that he almost could get used to the pain and forget about it. Still, Donnie winced, not at the pain, but at the way Niyah’s smile shrank as she noticed something was up.

WOOO!! One down and one to go! The second part might be a bit long, so deepest apologies for that. Hope you enjoyed this lil thingy I did way back in November lmao. Have a lovely day, ya dorks <3 (Also, very sorry for my awful writing 🕊️)

— Your Local Sweater Rat!

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PART ONE: (You’re here, silly!)

PART TWO: (Unfinished)

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie x self insert #rottmnt donnie x oc #lemlav #lemon lavender #portals!au #rottmnt portals!au #rottmnt au #rottmnt writing #oneshot #lemlav oneshot #donnie x reader #Donnie x Niyah #lemlav fluff #lemlav angst #i think? #Do i need more tags? #ok bye

[lunanoc]

xiaoge (and liu sang if you want to) for the ask meme 👀

sorry for the late reply that I’m writing while procrastinating on other things but thank you for asking! <3

Xiaoge 

My first impression

I honestly can’t remember all that well because it was such a long time ago, but when I first discovered Daomu Biji, it was through PingXie clips on twitter from Ultimate Note, and because I had nothing to do and found them cute I ended up finding a carrd where someone gave a barebones rundown of what you had to know to not be extremely confused if you wanted to watch it. The way Xiaoge was described in it and his initial appearance in Ultimate Note made me think he was the quiet warrior stereotype that felt a lot of things strongly but just didn’t express them openly, a lot introverted and a little lost in a lost puppy kind of way

My impression now

Xiaoge to me now is multifaceted in ways I feel deserve their own separate post, but I’m going to tl;dr it as in some ways, I feel like he’s almost a subversion of the stereotypes he’s presented as. So much of Xiaoge’s character arc both in the present timeline and in past events is about his dehumanization, but that dehumanization isn’t purely about the ways others treat him, it’s also in the way he himself has become “other”. The Three Days of Silence extra goes into this the most explicitly, but the llama at the temple wants Xiaoge to carve a statue out of a stone by infusing emotion into it because he feels that “no man is a stone”, that is it say that no human being is without emotion, and only by proving that he can feel can Xiaoge prove that he’s human. But the problem is that by that point Xiaoge, both by circumstance and by design, to all intents and purposes has become a stone in some respects in terms of his distance to people on a personal level. It’s not an accident that Wu Xie often compares him to a god or to Buddha with no passions or desires of his own, because it’s what he’s been made to be, and his indifference, that’s a defining character trait, isn’t feigned. It’s genuine.

So Xiaoge’s character development very much revolves around breaking free from his identity as a tool and as something almost akin to a bodhisattva to obtain his own identity as a human being that can connect with others.

It’s more complicated than that and I’m generalizing, but I feel that Xiaoge is someone who’s inherently merciful and kind, but is also generally speaking not invested in most people on a personal level, mostly because forming a connection with anyone is an exercise in futility, both because Xiaoge’s life experience and what “fate” has imposed on him make it difficult for people to relate to or understand him, and also because that distance means most people will inevitably only want to use him. But he does care about the people who’ve successfully forged a connection with him, he just shows it through actions, not words. Is he also a little awkward in interpersonal relationships sometimes? Yeah that too

Favorite thing about that character

Probably the fact that despite everything he’s gone through he’s Daomu Biji’s goodest boy. He’s kind in a completely uninterested way. That and how much of a troll he is that’s the Zhang in him coming out

Least favorite thing

Maybe that he’s so flippant about his own well-being and bodily comfort. He tends to view himself as an extension of a purpose and is in general very pragmatic, but because of how removed from people and humanity he is, it means he doesn’t really take himself into consideration much over the people he cares about. There a bit in the Fishing King extra where he slashes his own hand open and when Wu Xie later realizes it, he asks Xiaoge if it hurts, and he replies that it doesn’t. And Wu Xie doesn’t comment on it, but his overall internal thought process is a bitter “of course it doesn’t hurt”

Favorite line/scene

Trying to pick a scene that’s about him specifically and honestly the entirety of the stories about when he’s doing his release into the wild during the Tibetan Sea Flower flashbacks. Jaded and ruthless baby, but even before he was ever Zhang Qiling he was still more humane than everyone around him despite having been used as a disposable blood bag by his own family

Favorite interaction that character has with another

Everyone’s expecting the “If I disappeared no would notice” scene with Wu Xie but you know what I’m gonna go with something else even if that scene is up there.

In the Fishing King extra when Wu Xie goes to fist bump him because they beat Pangzi at rock paper scissors and Xiaoge doesn’t understand so they stare at each other awkwardly and he ends up covering Wu Xie’s fist with his hand like ‘paper’ my heart

A character that I wish that character would interact with more

To be honest Xiao Hua or Huo Xiuxiu? You don’t ser much of those three in the same room but I imagine Xiaoge and Xiao Hua would be a very efficient, pragmatic and silent duo

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

Not entirely because I don’t think I know any character that’s exactly like Xiaoge, but a little bit Shenhe from Genshin. Emotionally restrained to the point of lack of emotion but by design, mistreated as a child, also a little bit of a troll and straightforward when confronted with people with bad intentions. Also very combat efficient.

A headcanon about that character

I don’t know if I have a really big one besides I like the headcanon that Xiaoge is ace or demisexual? I have a hard time picturing him having had any kind of romantic relationships and to be honest even casual sex doesn’t feel likely to me just because even that requires having some form of interest in the other party which Xiaoge doesn’t ever really seem to have. But who knows what he might have had to do out of necessity or if there were people he’s forgotten

A song that reminds me of that character

This is really hard but I haven’t found anything more fitting than ‘The Ghost on the Shore’ by Lord Huron

An unpopular opinion about that character

I had to think about this a little but if I had to pick something it might be the fanon perception of Xiaoge as a ‘feral cat’ that Wu Xie and/or others have ‘domesticated’. Part of it is personal interpretation, because I feel like he’s hardly feral considering outside of crisis situations he’s probably one of the most chill characters in Daomu Biji. But it also feels… I don’t know dismissive? To be calling him that when Xiaoge being out of touch with most people on a personally involved or intimate level is the fruit of so many things outside of his control he’s been subjected to. He’s spent the better part of his life being subject to the whims of an unnamed entity that uses him as it sees fit for an agenda the reader only knows exists let alone what it entails. He’s seen people at their most vile, been used by people in the most vile ways, and that mixed with his sense of duty as Zhang Qiling and his age (though he was already jaded even as a teenager before he was ever made into Zhang Qiling) has made him into someone who wanders the world without any real connection to the people in it. For a very long time Xiaoge just ‘existed’ in the most literal sense, and just because as a result of that he doesn’t care about social niceties (why would you care about face and other people’s attempts to maintain the façade of it in a cutthroat business like tomb robbing?) or knows or cares how to maintain relationships doesn’t make him ‘feral’.

Plus calling him ‘domesticated’ veers a little too much into dehumanizing him as if he’s some animal Wu Xie (or someone else) tamed and that answers to his beck and call. As if the entire point of Xiaoge’s story arc isn’t that Wu Xie is the first person he can remember who ever persisted in forging a connection with Xiaoge until Xiaoge was forced to realize he cared and felt a connection with another human being. As if the conclusion of that wasn’t him making a gamble on Wu Xie’s sincerity that he would come and pick him up in ten year’s time, as if Xiaoge choosing to stay in Yucun with him and Pangzi isn’t Xiaoge reciprocating that sincerity with his own, making an active choice to stay and call somewhere ‘home’ for the first time in his life.

I might be looking at this too deeply but it rubs me the wrong way

Favorite picture

Hard so I’m not picking absolute favorites just ones I like. For book Xiaoge I like versions of him that look similar to this:

(Source)

And for drama Xiaoge there’s so many good shots of all the versions of him, so looking at the most recent version of him in the Misty Creed movie, this one shot is 10/10:

(Screenshot courtesy of @shaish)

Liu Sang

Disclaimer: Since this is tagged, apologies in advance to Liu Sang fans. I’ve tried to be as reasonable as possible about my opinions, but that being said be warned I don’t like him, so if you'd rather not see any negativity about him, feel free to skip

My first impression

My introduction to Liu Sang was through fandom, both fanon, fanfic, and discussions about him that I’d seen/read before I ever watched Reboot, since I started with the dramas. From how people talked about him I was pretty hyped about him I’m not gonna lie, and I definitely got the feeling he was an important character, so seeing how loved he was, I was looking forward to seeing him for the first time in canon.

Then once I started watching Reboot my first impression kind of yoyo-ed around. There was a little whiplash from the gap between how fandom presented him vs. how he acted at the beginning of Reboot towards Wu Xie and Pangzi especially, but I figured given people liked him he probably got better. And to be fair he did! On my first full watchthrough of Reboot I ended up feeling pretty neutral about him, not in a negative sense, but more like how I tend to view most of the more minor characters (like Xiao Bai for example since we’re talking about Reboot). I appreciated he got character development and was left with a general “yeah he’s alright” impression

My impression now

Full disclaimer, I’ve only read half of Restart the book so far, so I can’t fully talk about book Liu Sang beyond his appearances in the South Sea King’s tomb and the immediate aftermath of that. I can talk more about Reboot the drama Liu Sang though.

The problem with my general impression of Liu Sang now is that it’s very polluted by my interactions with his fans. I won’t get too much into that because this is supposed to be about Liu Sang the character and not the Liu Sang fandom (because yes there absolutely is a Liu Sang fandom that exists as a subset of the Daomu Biji fandom), but to keep it short, the version of Liu Sang that I find is pushed forward a lot by his fans is a version that doesn’t correspond to either the drama or book version of him, and is instead heavily steeped in widely accepted fanon to the point it’s almost a different character sometimes. And that widely accepted fanon version is something that his fans have the unfortunate habit of being very pushy and single-minded about, and it’s caused a number of issues and rifts within the wider Daomu Biji fandom.

Keep in mind this is all my personal feelings and doesn’t necessarily reflect on every single person who likes Liu Sang as a character, but to get back to the point, it means that my overall impression of Liu Sang now is a pretty negative one. Full transparency (if it wasn’t already obvious) I don’t like him, and while I do find what I’ve seen of the book version of him has the potential to interesting, and I can absolutely appreciate that, not to mention the genuine character arc he gets in the drama, because of how his fans act about him, he’ll never be a favorite 

Favorite thing about that character

In the book so far what I find most interesting about Liu Sang is the ambiguity of his past and of his intentions. He’s initially presented in a way that’s puzzling in hindsight, and while part of that I think you can put down to Restart being a weird time for Wu Xie in general, there’s little clues that makes you wonder what his deal is and that his role in the story might be more than meets the eye.

He’s introduced as a consultant Wu Erbai trusts the competence of, and Pangzi is immediately incensed by him in ways that are almost uncharacteristic. Because Pangzi (in the books at least), is someone who regularly puts up a loud front and throws jibes at people when he doesn’t trust them in a way that’s both testing but not too aggressive to instigate a conflict unless the other party is openly hostile. But with Liu Sang he’s immediately, and to Wu Xie without apparent reason, extremely hostile and vitriolic. You learn later that Pangzi has heard sinister rumors about Liu Sang, and you infer from there the vitriol is coming from Pangzi wanting to keep someone potentially nefarious and ill-intentioned to a sadistic degree away from his friends. But you also later see him again when he listens to thunder at the beach in front of the guesthouse Wu Xie and co. are staying in, and Wu Xie’s observations give you the impression there’s something deeper going on. In Wu Xie’s words, he doesn’t like him, but he’s intrigued by what he represents (and not gonna lie I am too)

Least favorite thing

Besides the egregious fanon version of him I’m not touching on because it’s not actually canon, ironically I find early drama Liu Sang to be worse than early book Liu Sang. To be fair I don’t know how he evolves in the book, but in that Liu Sang is more focused on his job, and apart from his one iffy moment in the car where he’s constantly trying to snap pictures of Xiaoge without his consent (to which both Wu Xie and Pangzi react with variations of yelling and kicking his seat in), he’s really not doing anything questionable, unless you count being in on Wu Erbai’s test as questionable. Drama Liu Sang however by this point not only throws jibes around at both Wu Xie and Pangzi, but uses Wu Xie’s terminal illness as a leverage point to mock him and almost gets Wu Xie and Pangzi killed because he thought it was funny. Which is honestly at odds with his book character that’s actually very professional, because none of that is professional

Favorite line/scene

Uhhh I don’t know that I have any? Maybe the part in Restart where he walks out into the thunderstorm to listen to the thunder and Wu Xie watches him until it triggers a moment of self-reflection. It’s not really about Liu Sang so much as it’s about Wu Xie and his headspace, but it’s a meaningful scene

Favorite interaction that character has with another

Ok I’m not gonna lie that one moment in the Reboot drama where Liu Sang tells Xiaoge he’s his biggest fan and Xiaoge of all people takes a moment to emote because he’s that confused and baffled by the direction the interaction is taking is hilarious

A character that I wish that character would interact with more

Maybe Xiao Bai? I haven’t seen them meet in the book, but arguably in both that and the drama especially both Liu Sang and Xiao Bai are mirrors of each other in terms of what they represent in relation to Xiaoge and Wu Xie respectively. Plus their interactions in the drama were wholesome

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

I can’t think of one to be completely honest

A headcanon about that character

I’m going to call this headcanon for now since I’m not done Restart the book so I can’t be sure, but I like the idea of book Liu Sang just being an ornery bastard with his own nebulous agenda. Let the man be a bastard! Bastards can be interesting too! 

A song that reminds me of that character

I honestly can’t think of one right now

An unpopular opinion about that character

I could probably go into this for a hot minute but everything surrounding the sanitized fanon version of Liu Sang that’s both in my opinion inaccurate (despite being presented as accurate) and absolutely in your face unless you take extreme pains to block out pretty much everything to do with him. To be clear, what people like is their business, but unpopular opinions aren’t called that for nothing, and this entire post is meant to be about my feelings, not objective facts.

That being said, fanon Liu Sang to me is woobified to a level that completely erases any traces of his actual character to cater to a very specific view of him that’s as far as I can tell made to be palatable. His fans make a concentrated effort of pushing forward, in my experience sometimes aggressively, what’s essentially a sanitized version of him that glosses over or deliberately erases any unsavory aspects of his character.

Which to be clear I have no problems with, most of if not all the characters in Daomu Biji are fundamentally imperfect and flawed, some to the point where other less niche (in western fandom spaces anyway) fandoms would label them as ‘problematic’. It contributes to making the characters complex and more human in my opinion. Which is why it’s kind of sad that Liu Sang has been reduced to being the fandom’s (or part of the fandom’s) ‘poor little meow meow’ who’s suddenly inherently likable.

Again, if you like that then that’s your business. The only reason I have strong feelings about this in the first place is because Liu Sang fans have, in my experience, the bad habit of shoehorning that version of him into everything, and by that I mean to the point of encroaching on other people’s lanes in ways that are incredibly tone deaf. It also feeds into the general problem the Daomu Biji fandom as a whole has of assuming that everyone is ok with anything and everything, and doesn’t believe in personal boundaries. But anyway, the point here is that I don’t like fanon Liu Sang, and the only reason I’m talking about him is because of this ask

Favorite picture

I also don’t really have one

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