#It brings me so much joy I really hope it doesn't burn down

[firstfandomfangirl]

I was right

#absolutely obsessed with this btw #It brings me so much joy I really hope it doesn't burn down #minecraft #minecraft build #nether #wither skeleton #his name is tyler btw

[majornaxxx]

Favorite Girl

ღJake Sully x fem human reader

ღ Synopsis: Jake Sully always said you were his favorite girl. When he finally mated with Neytiri, you had become aware of your feelings for him. Now, a year later, you're beginning to think you aren't his favorite girl anymore.

ღ Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI🔞, angst, unfaithful Jake, reader passing out drunk, oral sex, p in v, one sided love

A/n This is by far the HARDEST thing I've ever written and I really hope it doesn't suck LOL the end def fell short, because I didn't know how to end it. This took so damn long.

Exactly one year since the Omaticaya had driven the sky people out.

Exactly one year since Jake Sully, your best friend, had permanently began living in his avatar body and became Olo'eyktan of the clan.

The na'vi celebrated with a feast, music, drink, dancing, any kind of festivities anyone could imagine. The bonfire roared as their tall bodies danced around it, completely dressed in beautiful flowy beaded clothing, and some, not much at all. They yipped and laughed and sang their songs in joy that Eywa continued to keep them safe from the demons that had plagued their forest.

Everybody except for you. Of course, it was not like you weren't happy for the same reasons as everyone else. Tucked away into a corner, completely still as to at least keep some part of your nipples covered as you had donned the traditional clothing of the Na'vi for the occasion. You covered your chest with your arm, looking down and sipping a bit of the drink Jake had brought you a while before. Until now, it had gone untouched.

"Fuck-" You coughed, hitting your chest with your fist as you choked at the burn. Na'vi liquor wasn't something to fuck around and find out with. After a few more mortifyingly loud hacks you quickly set the drink down and sighed. Eyes locked on Jake, you watched him dance with Neytiri. His mate. Mate for life.

A harsh panging in your chest caused your hand to once again pick up the drink and bring it to your lips. It was no secret to you that you harbored feelings for the ex marine, only you hadn't realized until he had been mated with Neytiri. It infuriated you. Neytiri wasn't a bad mate to him, that much you knew, but it didn't stop the jealousy from bubbling in your gut every time you got a glimpse of their domestic life.

As if reading your mind, the pair looked in your direction, Jake whispering something to Neytiri and then beginning to make his way over. As he leaned against the tree behind you, you simply drank your drink and avoided his gaze, ignoring the burning sensation in your throat. "Are you going to spend the whole party standing around? You could come dance with me and Neytiri." He nudged his head in the direction of his mate.

"Nono, I'm alright." You looked up at him, forcing a smile. "I can't exactly keep my nipples covered if I go dance,". Jake looked you over before giving a hearty chuckle. "Is the outfit what you're worried about? You're just fine, nobody is going to judge you. They're less of tops and more like decoration anyway." He brought his own drink to his lips, obviously taking it way better than you had.

"Plus, it looks bad on me when my best friend is the only one not dancing." He snickered. At that you roughly poked his belly, causing him to yelp. Neytiri appeared beside him a moment later and you quickly resumed being very interested in your drink, scanning the rest of the party.

"Do they not know how to dance?" You heard from beside you as Neytiri tried to make that statement known to you at less as possible. Jake shook his head and whispered something back about "moping around" and you shrunk down into yourself, finishing off the last of your cups contents. "I'm alright.." you mumbled. You had no reason to be upset with Neytiri, as she was nothing but friendly and concerned for you, you knew that. But that fact in turn pissed you off even more.

The low booming drums suddenly switched to a much faster tempo than they had been previously, and a type of whimsical horn joined the music. Neytiri let out a gleeful whooping sound and whispered something to Jake before leaning down to your much shorter level. "I must go, but please tell me if I can help. You mean a lot to Jake, and in return you mean a lot to me." The casual display of affection surprised you and you made an involuntary "uhh" noise as she spoke. "If the problem is that you cannot dance, I can teach you." With that, she flashed a grin at you, and bounded off to join the group that was forming beside the fire.

God, you felt like shit. A pit of guilt began forming in your gut and Jake noticed the significant change in your demeanor. "Hey, hey, Y/n what's going on?" He knelt down beside you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Talk to me."

"I'm fine." You shrugged out of his grip, wanting nothing more than to not have to talk about it. "Let's go dance." Jake furrowed his brows and his right ear flicked. "Babygirl something is up, come on what's going on?" He rested his hand on one of his thighs. The unexpected nickname caused you to stop momentarily and then shake your head. "I said I'm fine, and I want to go dance." Trying your hardest to get out of this situation.

"Y/n-" "Jake." You interrupted him. "Please, I'm okay." You looked up at him with big eyes, sending him a small smile. "You and Neytiri uh.. cheered me up!" Jake didn't seem to believe that before he sighed, and shook his head as a smile came to his face. "Glad to see you're doing better." He patted your shoulders.

"That's my favorite girl."

As soon as that left his mouth, a quiet strangled noise left your own. You didn't know the last time you heard him tell you that, and it felt like a sucker punch to the gut. You knew for a fact, you weren't his favorite girl.

"Oh goddamn, are you alright?" He leaned down a bit, surprised at your reaction. "Yeah I think I drank too much..-" You stuttered, ignoring the tears pricking at your eyes. "Just need something to wash it down."

Frantically looking around, you grabbed the first thing with a drink in it that looked like water, and immediately regretted chugging it. It was not definitely not water. "Ugh- Fuck!" You coughed. "Woah woah take it easy!" Jake chuckled. "Slow down.."

"I'm fine." You said, pushing Jake to the side and stalking off into the crowd of Na'vi, ignoring the tears sliding down your face. "I want to dance." You needed to get out of there.

"Y/n-!" Ignoring his voice, you lost him in the crowd as best you could, mimicking the dance moves of the figures around you. The music swelled, your chest felt tight, your throat burned and you felt as if you couldn't breathe.

How much had you drank? You'd lost count when you began to sway, the sounds of the instruments reverberating in your chest. Any worry you had about your nipples were completely gone, not caring about whether or not your chest "decoration" stayed in place.

Heart pounding in your chest, you began to wonder where Jake had gone. Where had he left you? The absence of his presence sent a sense of panic down your spine and you stumbled back to what you hoped was the general direction of where you'd come from. "Jake?" You groaned. "Mmph.. Jake..?"

Your hand caught on something and you used that to hold yourself up. You were horribly drunk, and horribly upset. "Jake!" You cried out, tears beginning to slip down your face. Was that him? You thought you saw him, but then suddenly he was all the way across the camp. Legs wobbling, you slowly let go of your leverage, attempting to take a step. The last thing you saw was the ground right by your face before you blacked out.

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Hands gently ran down your sides as Jake held you. Laying bare, next to each other in your shared kelku, arms wrapped around his shoulders and his around your waist. Jake gently kissed up your neck, leaving the occasional bite and kiss behind. Heat pooled in your stomach, making Jake purr in anticipation. He gently rolled you onto your back and tapped your thighs, spreading them eagerly.

You smiled sweetly up at him, and he leaned down to kiss the inside of your thighs, glancing up at you ever so often. "You drive me crazy, Y/n.." He growled, running his tongue up your thigh towards your achingly warm cunt, completely bared to him.

"Fuuck, Jake, stop teasing me!" You whimpered, gently smacking his hands grabbing at the soft flesh on your thighs. "You know I don't like to- ohh..!" You were cut off by him running his large and hot tongue between your folds. Back arched, head and eyes rolling back, you let out a cry of pleasure.

It was so warm and wet, and felt amazing when Jake ran the flat of his tongue over your clit. He was making noises that sounded positively feral, and sent sparks all the way down to your pussy. He reached up, one large hand absolutely engulfing one of your breasts, squeezing and kneading the flesh.

He pointed his tongue and began to make circles over the sensitive bud, roughly pinning your hips down to the bed when you began to thrust your hips upwards. "Down." He commanded, voice deep and rough. He continued his attack on your pussy as you cried out so loudly you thought the entirety of Pandora could hear you. His head was so big between your thighs, and you put your legs over his shoulders to make it more comfortable.

"Fuuuck, Jakeee...!" Whining as your orgasm approached you. So close. He slipped one of his digits inside of you causing you to squeal, pumping it inside of you. "Oh my god," Tears pricked at your eyes, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter.

"I'm gonna cum, Jake!" Hands frantically looking for something to grab, they landed in Jake's hair. He growled as you began to gently tug. "Then cum, baby.." He panted into your cunt. You were almost there, almost..

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The screeching of a nearby Ikran caused you to stir, slowly blinking and opening your eyes. The sunlight that poured into the room hurt your head, and you groaned and curled up underneath the blanket that had been put over you. Taking a deep breath, your breath hitched and you sat up.

Somebody had slipped a T-shirt on overtop your Na'vi getup. A dark grey oversized RDA Tshirt. Suddenly you became very aware of the nauseous feeling in your stomach as you realized where you were. Jakes kelku. You scrambled to get up and immediately fell onto the floor as a wave of pain and nausea hit you.

"Y/n?" A voice called from a few feet away. Neytiri made her way over and pulled you to your feet, smoothing your shirt and offering you a container of water. "Be careful, you are very fragile. You drank too much." She purred. You weren't exactly in the position to argue, and took the water, the cold easing your sore throat.

"Jake brought you back. You passed out in the middle of the village, he was very worried about you." She sat down on the hammock you'd been laying on. "Is he.. here?" You croaked, smoothing your hair back. "Yes, he's outside with Tuk. She wanted to see you but we felt you were better left undisturbed." Her tail swished behind her.

"oh." Your stomach twisted. Was he angry with you? A part of you didn't particularly want to find out, but you set the water down anyway and slowly, carefully, made your way outside, bare feet sinking into the dirt. Jake and Tuk were sitting down a few feet away, Tuk gleefully weaving a pretty bracelet, while Jake did his own a bit less skillfully.

His ear twitched and he turned to look at you, standing up and hurrying over, much to Tuks dismay. One of his big hands came up and grabbed your face and he knelt down in front of you. "Are you alright?" His face was stern, like the one he used on Lo'ak when he misbehaved. It made you shrink into yourself, and you awkwardly grabbed your arm over your chest. "I'm fine, Jake. I actually came to.. apologize."

He furrowed his brows and frowned. "You just drank a little heavy is all." To that you shook your head. "No, Jake, I'm really sorry." You knew he didn't know what you were apologizing for, but you continued on anyway, guilt brewing in your gut at your own feelings. Neytiri peeked her head out at the two of you.

"Woah, babygirl, hey." Jakes hand dropped to your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. You shook your head and looked down at your feet, realizing that this is the most you were ever going to have from him. "I need to go." You said quietly, biting your lip. "Y/n-" "No. I have to go." You looked up at him, moving his arm away. Your hand bumped your face and you realized with a start it was wet, not noticing the tears that had begun to stream down your face.

"I can't be here Jake, I'm sorry." Still facing Jake, you began to stumble away towards the camp exit. "Thank you for-" you tripped and caught yourself, "-helping me.. but I need to get back." You sniffled. He stood, staring down at you with a hurt and concerned expression. Neytiri came beside him, putting her hand on his shoulder and shaking her head. That simple action filled you with dejection and you quickly turned, hurrying yourself back towards the lab.

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The next week was extremely rough, wallowing in your own feelings in your self imposed isolation. You did want to see Jake, you wanted nothing more, but you couldn't. The feelings had gotten so bad that even a thought of Jake would lead you down a rabbit hole of thoughts that made your stomach twist. So, instead, you settled for locking yourself in your quarters.

Sighing and rolling onto your back, you stared up at your ceiling, and then turned your head to look at Jake's RDA shirt on your side table, crumpled up due to the fact that you couldn't bring yourself the strength to get up and fold it. You hadn't spoken to anybody else about what had happened, opting to only ask that you not be bothered, and locking yourself up.

All at once you groaned and reached up to put your hands over your face, closing your eyes. You laid there like that for a moment before sighing, completely defeated. The sound of your door opening caused you to groan once more, sitting up. "Please go away, I want to be alone right now-" Your voice cut off with a start as you realized it was Jake in front of you.

He ducked under the doorway, one hand gripping onto the top, and made his way over to where you sat on your bed. He stared down at you with concern and opened his mouth to say something, before stopping. He waited a moment before finally speaking. "What's going on with you, Y/n?"

"nothing" you snapped, turning away from him. God, this was so not how you wanted him to see you. Thankfully, you'd showered that morning but your bed was messy, an empty food container on your side table. You wore an old pair of cotton panties, faded and misshapen from going through the wash too many times, and an old hoodie that collected lint everytime you washed it.

"Something is wrong. Why are you avoiding me?" He pushed, kneeling in front of you. "You've been acting extremely strange." To that you crossed your arms over your chest. "Nothing is wrong, Jake. Okay?"

"You're so bad at lying to me Y/n. Talk to me." Jake reached towards you and you immediately shrugged away from his touch, causing him to frown. "I can't see you right now, Jake." Your voice came out in a whisper. "Not leaving you alone, what's going on?" He huffed, grabbing your shoulders. "I hate to see my favorite girl upset."

That one statement made your breath hitch in your throat, choking out a sob. He seemed surprised, lifting his hands off of you. "Y/n? What'd I say?" His eyes widened. You immediately leaned into his touch as soon as you lost it, sobbing into his hand, his touch sending sparks down your spine. "I'm sorry Jake.." You sniffled.

"Babygirl you don't need to be sorry.." He pulled you close into a hug, one hand on the back of your head. "I do.. I've been so awful to you." You quietly cried into his shoulder, gripping onto him like he was going to be gone in an instant. "I need you, Jake.. please, I can't be without you. I love you so much, and I can't lose you.."

The babbling that came from your mouth caused Jake to pause, and pull away from you out of surprise. You reached for him again, and he slowly took your hands. "Please tell me I'm still your favorite girl, Jake.." You stared up at him with wide tear stained eyes that caused his ears to flatten against his head. "Of course you are."

"No, no, Jake.." Shaking your head, you leaned into him, and he gently rubbed your back. Pulling away from him, you tried to wipe the tears falling from your eyes to no avail. Jake reached up to move your hands with his own, his grasp on you gentle, and he put both of his hands on your face, his thumbs swiping at below your eyes. "You're my favorite Girl." He said a bit firmer this time.

"Jake-" "Y/n." He interrupted you. "What can I do?" He seemingly couldn't stand to see you upset. "I don't-" You looked down and he gripped the bottom part of your face, forcefully pulling you up to look at him, causing you to squirm. "Tell me." His voice was firm, commanding, and you knew you had to answer him. Jake wasn't going to give up.

The grip on your jaw sent sparks down your stomach and you cursed yourself for the wetness pooling between your legs, crossing them. "Jake.." His name came out in a whisper, causing his cat like ears to perk up and his pupils to noticably dilate, his tail lashing behind him. "Need you, Jake." The statement fell from your lips before you could stop it.

A moment passed before he finally spoke, having you worried you'd royally fucked yourself. "I know, I can smell it on you." He said, leaning in. "Was that what you wanted this whole time? For me to fuck you?"

His change startled you, and your eyes widened. "Tell me, Y/n.." He said. The concept that he could smell your now soaked cunt made you cringe and flush in embarrassment. "Y-Yes..." You finally admitted. "Wasn't so hard to tell me now was it?" He chuckled, letting go of your face. Now on his knees, he leaned in and placed his hands on either side of you, his large arms caging you in against your mattress, causing you to lean back onto your elbows.

His pupils were noticably dilated, ears perked up and tail lashing. You shook your head to his statement and he flashed a small grin. "Good Girl.."

Your thighs pressed together and you whimpered, tears dry and unable to make eye contact with him. He leaned in and nudged your jaw with his nose, making you turn your head away. He licked a slow, agonizing stripe up your neck, causing you to whimper. "My favorite girl.." He nipped your neck, reaching over to slip his fingers under the bottom hem of your shirt with one hand. "If she needs me, I'll have to give her what she wants, him?"

Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut as he sucked a large mark onto the side of your neck, slipping his large hand into your bra. He began to squeeze and knead the squishy flesh, humming quietly. He pulled his hand out after a moment and scooped you up, tossing you further up onto your bed. The springs squeaked as he climbed on top of you, and your eyes widened with a start as you realized how drastic the size difference was.

You reached up, wrapping your arms around him as he kissed around your neck and collarbone. A loud ripping noise sounded and you realized with a start he was tearing your hoodie off of you, starting from your collar. Bare tits on display as you hadn't expected to leave, so a bra had been the least of your concerns.

The heat between your legs was unbearable, and you wiggled your hips upwards to try and get a bit of friction, and stuttered as Jake took one breast in his mouth. He suckled and ran his tongue around your nipple. "I was staring that night y'know.." He mumbled, pulling away momentarily. "When you were wearing that cute little outfit. It doesn't hide much.."

Your face flushed as he latched back onto you, his hand trailing down the side of your body gently. Jake stopped at your panties, and looked up at you as a silent question if he had permission. You bucked your hips up at him, and he immediately slid one large finger into your underwear and between your folds.

His finger found your clit, rubbing circles onto the sensitive bud as you sucked in a breath through your teeth. The warmth slowly built up in your belly as you rolled your hips against his hand. "Jake.." You whined, arching your back, your voice breathless. He continued to suck and bite at your tits, his free hand holding himself up.

He finally stood up on his knees above you, tearing your underwear off of you, giving you a view of how hard he was under his loincloth, causing you to gasp. How was he supposed to fit? You wondered, your heart pounding with excitement.

"Jake.. Need you so bad." You whimpered, reaching up for him. He reached down to tear your underwear off, the fabric tearing causing you to yelp. "Impatient." He chuckled, untying his loincloth. His cock was large, bioluminescent freckles trailing up the side and the tip a pretty shade of purple, slightly curved upwards.

You made your way onto your knees, staring down at him wide eyed. Reaching out for his cock, you bit your lip and looked up at him as if to ask for permission. He gently pushed his hips forward and you wrapped your hand around it, marveling at the size difference. Finally, finally, you took him into your mouth, the tip large on your tongue.

It wasn't easy to fit him into your mouth considering how large he was. His cock tasted surprisingly similar to a human cock. Sweeter, maybe? Glancing up at Jake, you ran your tongue up the shaft. He let out a quiet groan and shut his eyes, biting his bottom lip.

Slowly you began to stroke with one hand what you couldn't reach with your mouth. Your tongue massaged the underside of his cock as you took him in and out of your mouth, jaw stretched wide. It took a moment but you finally settled on a slow rhythm. Jake huffed, his tail curling around your waist and his ears pressed down against his head.

You brought your other hand up to stroke him, twisting both hands as you bobbed your head over the tip of his cock and using the mix of spit and precum as lubricant. "Oh Goddamn.." Jake growled, placing a large hand on top of your head. Your movements stuttered, unsure if he wanted you to stop, and in response he pushed your head down, causing you to choke. Tears building up in the corners of your eyes before he quickly let go. "Ah shit I'm sorry-" He said as you pulled off, coughing with both hands still on the instrument.

Quickly catching your breath, you continued your assault on his cock, causing him to hiss and let out a deep growl from his chest. Drool running down your face, mixing with tears. Wide eyes staring up at him. It was the sloppiest blowjob Jake had ever gotten and he was having the time of his life.

His dick began to twitch in your mouth and he quickly pulled away, causing you to whine. "Jakee.." You pouted. "M' not gonna cum yet.. wanna cum in your pussy." He grinned, taking you by surprise by picking you up and flipping you over, putting you down on your back. "I wanna taste first."

His words sent electricity to your belly and you moaned, watching him slide a finger between your soaked folds. You stared, lips slightly parted, as he lowered his head down and put his knees on the floor beside your bed. His pupils grew in size and his ears perked up as he inspected you. Opening your mouth to speak, you were caught off guard as he placed a rough kiss right on your clit, spreading your lips with his fingers and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Immediately his tongue found your clit, pointing his tongue to circle over it. His tail wrapped around your thigh, you began to whimper as his lips wrapped around your clit. A cry tore from your throat as he suctioned his mouth against you. One finger teasing your entrance as he continued attacking your pussy. Hands found his hair, digging into his locks and holding on for dear life while his free hand found your tits, pinching and poking at your sensitive spots.

He slipped one finger inside of you, the sudden intrusion causing you to yelp and arch your back, pleasure building up in your belly. You tugged one of his braids and he growled into your cunt, wrapping an arm around your thigh and lapping at you more ferociously than before. "Fuck.." He grunted, pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"Oh my god, Jake, it's too much!" Tears slipped down your face as you felt the first warning signs of your orgasm. He laughed, "if this is too much, how are you gonna take my cock?" He slipped another finger inside, the stretch making you whine. "I can take your cock Jake!" You pleaded, hoping to any god out there that he would still fuck you.

The string in your belly snapped, and you cried out as you came against his mouth. Legs stretching out and then wrapping around him, yanking his hair, head thrown back and back arching. His name left your mouth in choked out sobs as Jake continued to suck on and lap at your clit, only stopping when your grip on him loosened. Dazed, you stared at your ceiling, coming down from your orgasm.

A sudden poke at your pussy made you jump and you looked up at him, his cock slipping between your folds. Jake groaned as he felt how warm you were, moving your arms to grab into him and gripping onto your sides. "You can take my cock?" He asked, and you nodded quickly. He began to push inside painfully slowly.

He could have blacked out from how tight you were, and the stretch made you bury your face in his shoulder, making a sound like a wounded animal. "Shh, shh, I know." He grunted, smoothing your hair down with one hand. Finally, he stopped, only able to fit half of his cock inside of you, not like he minded.

He pulled out, slowly and gently pushing himself back in, drawing a long moan from your throat. He was taking it slow, and you knew why, but you couldn't bear it if he didn't fuck you harder soon. "Jake, come on.." You whined. "Fuck me like the warrior you are." Jake looked at you, growling. "But your size-" "Fuck me, Jake."

With that, he sped up exponentially, slamming into you, the sudden change making you cry out. Your hands clawed at his back as he fucked into you, crying and whining loudly as the feeling overwhelmed you. "Fuck, that's it, that's why you're my favorite girl.." He roughly gripped the plush of your sides as he continued pounding you.

"Favorite Girl.." He repeated, groaning as your warmth overwhelmed his senses. Any thoughts of Neytiri fell from your mind as he fucked you like he was yours. "Oh fuck, Jake-" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his cock hit just the right spot. He suddenly pulled out, flipping you over, and sliding himself back in.

He placed one hand on your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze before bringing it down on you, causing you to squeak. He leaned down to nip and bite at your shoulders, leaving mark after mark in it's wake. He was positively feral, fucking into you like a beast. Your hands gripped the sheets as the springs in your bed squeaked furiously, this being the most action it had seen in years.

His hand reached down to rub circles over your clit and you screamed, your senses being overwhelmed, the feeling too much for you. Molten hot pleasure snapped, pouring from your cunt as you cried out. You could hardly hear yourself as you squirted all over his cock, Jake snickering and slowing himself down. He grunted, and shoved himself back in, stilling as he filled you up.

The room remained silent, the only sound being the two of you panting and out of breath from the events moments prior. Slowly, Jake pulled himself from inside of you, and you fell to your side. The bed dipped as he sat beside you not saying anything. "So.." you started, and he quickly stood up.

You heard a sigh and clothing rustling, making you pick your head up. "you're leaving..?" You asked as he tied his tewng. He remained silent for a moment. "Fuck, Y/n.." He turned to you, his ears flat against his head. "we shouldn't have.. I shouldn't have.." He couldn't find the words. Your heart dropped, guilt rising in your gut, and you quickly grabbed your blanket to cover up, unsure of what to say.

"I'm sorry I just, I have to go.." Jake sighed. "But-" "Forget about it. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come onto you like that, I just.. I need to leave." He said, quickly exiting the room. You watched the door close, registering what had just happened as your bottom lip quivered.

You'd fucked up, you knew that. Served you right to leave you alone.. still, it didn't stop the stinging in your chest. How could you face Neytiri now? You asked yourself as you pulled yourself out of bed to start a shower, tears beginning to stream down your face. You supposed it couldn't be so bad..

You were still his favorite girl, after all.

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🔥Fire Lord Zuko Headcanons🔥

My semi-canon compliant headcanons of Zuko after the war with a side of Zukka

Zuko's first few months as firelord are a bit of a mess. He's desperately trying to put together some semblance of functional governance in place of the corruption left in his fathers wake, while simultaneously trying to negotiate peace treaties and settlement agreements with nations his predecessors attempted to destroy.

He's overworking himself, not sleeping enough, forgetting to eat and overall just not doing a great job taking care of himself, convinced if he doesn't take care of things instantly then he's not doing enough.

It all comes to a head once the assassination attempts start getting out of hand. At that point Zuko is simply not sleeping so Sokka, Mai, Tylee and Iroh stage an intervention (you cannot convince me Iroh would stay in Ba Sing Se once things start getting out of hand)

His security get upgraded, Toph gets brought in to vet the staff (she can tell when people are lying!! why wouldn't she get to kick people out of the palace?)

And finally things start to settle down

Once the peace talks and negotiations are done he starts transforming the Fire Nation itself

A lot of people have written about this but I am absolutely convinced that Zuko spends the first year trying to get the palace staff to trust him not to hurt them

By the second or third year they are willing to speak to him and have more than small talk

He goes about making a lot of changes in policy but first he disappears for 2 days only Sokka and his head guard knowing in advance

He goes incognito through dozens of towns and villages

He visits schools (putting his blue spirit skills to use)

He goes to orphanages and homeless shelters

He goes back to the Sun Warriors to tell them about the end of the war and seek advice on how to reshape the way firebending is taught to everyone (and maybe he ends up adopting a dragon egg in the process...)

When he returns to the palace he is ready to transform the nation

He makes it a crime to use corporeal punishment

He brings back old traditions and rule for Agni Kais where they can only be fought by adults against adults provided they both agree to the fight. The Agni Kai stops when a person surrenders or at first burn.

He wanted to completely end the practice of Agni Kais but tradition could not constantly be broken by his reign (according to his advisors) so the changes just make them less common or harmful until they go obsolete

He puts in place programs for veterans to get the treatment and support they need.

He creates a fostering program where children who have been left behind can find love with parents who have lost children or veterans who want to bring love and hope to the world

He works with Aang and Sokka and Master Piandao to create new curriculum for the schools which is historically accurate, brings back culture and joy and teaches students to think for themselves

He includes some of the wisdom from the sun warriors in the new curriculum so that firebending, and really all fighting forms can be taught with their duality in mind. Fire burns but it is also life. Martial Arts can be use to kill, but they are also an art form.

Making the curriculum stick is a longer process but with help from people on the inside, slowly but surely schools start to teach in a better. kinder way

Its around the time of Zuko's 20th birthday when advisors start to bother him about marrying.

It is while trying to avoid their matchmaking that he start realizing that he likes Sokka (he's an oblivious biromantic asexual, why would anyone expect it to take less time)

Not much changes when they get together, they still spar and go to the gardens to feed the turtleducks together, Sokka still makes silly faces behind ambassadors backs, Zuko still goes down to the kitchens to make them a pot of tea to have together witting in his room (the kitchen staff are used to this by now)

But they start sharing more intimacies, finding what feels comfortable for them in the form of hugs that last just a bit longer and chaste kisses on shoulders and cheeks and foreheads.

And when the egg from the sun warriors hatches and a tiny dragon comes tumbling out, they name him Druk and take care of him together

Zuko continues to go on trips incognito a few times a year and it is on one of these trips what he finds a young child alone on the side of the road. When he learns that she has know family he tries to taker her to the orphanage in the town near by. She runs away and there is nothing Zuko is willing to do to get her to go.

She has a grittiness and fighting spirit that reminds Zuko of his younger self, an independent streak and impulsiveness that border on dangerous. And even though Zuko has to leave her that day he can't stop thinking about her as he returns to the palace.

Sokka notices right away and they talk about her, and adoption, and the fact that Zuko needs an heir and end up figuring out that they want a child of their own to raise now that Druk is all grown up

When Zuko next returns to the town he brings Sokka, a legal witness and adoption papers with him.

He introduces her to Druk and when she pets him and falls in love they start to talk to her. She begins to trust them, telling them her name is Izumi and that she doesn't like the orphanage because it reminds her too much of her past.

They stay for a few days getting to know her and when they ask if she wants to live with them she does say yes.

Over time Zuko comes to find balance and love in the peace he created in the Fire Nation<3

Note: I cannot take credit for all of these ideas, some of them come from a bunch of fanfictions I've read over the years and especially Post-Canon Fire Lord Zuko (and his staff) by RejectsCanon

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #fire lord zuko #zukka #post canon atla #atla fanfic #dragon dad zuko #druk (avatar) #izumi avatar #the fire nation #peace time and healing #i'm biro ace #and definitely not projecting /s

[glorious-spoon]

The kiss prompt had me feeling too much like a kid in a candy store, and I couldn't pick. I managed to narrow it down to three, hopefully one of them sparks joy?

…as a suggestion.

…after a small rejection.

…because they’re running out of time.

for buddie please 🩶

:D thank you! i went for 'a kiss after a small rejection', hope you enjoy!

-

Buck has been extremely supportive of Eddie's dating woes, in his opinion. He has been a good friend about it, listening sympathetically to the post-game of every date that fizzled out and every connection that failed to manifest. After Marisol, there was Raquel, and then Marta, and María, and Janelle. Then, maybe less shocking than it would have been a couple of years ago, there was Daniel, and Liam, and Álvaro. Eddie told him about the first of those dates with a glint in his eye that dared Buck to comment, so Buck didn't.

But it means that they're currently in this weird holding pattern where Buck knows that Eddie likes men, and—maybe more relevantly—is willing to consider dating a man, and they still haven't actually talked about it.

That's a conversation that should probably happen. Buck just doesn't know how to bring it up without immediately blurting everything out, without begging Eddie to consider him as an option. And if he does that, there's no coming back from it. If he does that, and Eddie says no, he doesn't know what'll happen. The world will end, or he'll die of mortification and disappointment, or something else unspeakably awful will occur. Maddie keeps telling him that he's catastrophizing, and he knows she's probably right, but that doesn't mean he can just make himself stop.

He's working on it.

Right now, Eddie is flopped across Buck's new couch—brown leather, wide and squashy and comfortable. Natalia helped him pick it out, and he feels a little weird about keeping it now, but the truth is that the couch turned out to be a better fit than the relationship. It's big enough for the two of them to sprawl on while they drink their beers and Eddie grumbles about his most recent date.

"I mean, you know, it was fine. Whatever," he says, with a huffy little shrug. Buck loves Eddie in every mood, but there's something especially charming about him when he's being petulant like this. Maybe because it's such a contrast to the calm, in-control face he presents to the rest of the world. Buck's not the only person who gets to have this part of Eddie, but he is a member of a select group.

"So no second date?" he asks, trying not to sound hopeful.

"He said I was 'a nice guy, but he didn't feel a connection'," Eddie says, with sarcastic one-handed finger-quotes. He takes another sullen pull on his beer.

"That's not so bad," Buck offers. Eddie's dates don't usually crash and burn the way Buck's have a tendency to, or did back when he was actually trying to date. People like Eddie. He's polite and kind and thoughtful, and reserved in a way that comes across as mysterious and fascinating instead of aloof. And that's without even getting into the fact that he looks like a fucking model, but most people know that part before they go out with him. Buck has no idea how anybody could go on a date with Eddie and not immediately fall head over heels in love with him, but he is admittedly a little biased.

"Yeah, I know," Eddie sighs. He pushes himself upright and tilts his head back against the couch, cradling his beer between his palms. "I know, it's not like I really wanted a second date either. It's just…"

"Rejection sucks?" Buck offers.

"That too. Mostly I'm just wondering how long I'm going to have to keep doing this before I find somebody I can have a connection with? Like, with Shannon, it was—"

"—bolt of lightning out of the blue?" Buck asks, because that was how it felt for him, with Eddie. That moment outside the ambulance, Eddie's blinding smile and warm handshake and the way something in him cracked wide open then and never really went away.

Eddie huffs. "Kind of. But—we were friends first. We already had that connection. You know? And then one day I looked at her and I felt like—"

He stops abruptly. If Buck wasn't already watching him, he'd probably miss the way Eddie's eyes flick toward him, and then away.

His stomach feels suddenly like he's on a rollercoaster, in giddy freefall.

"Like you were seeing something completely new?" he asks. He folds his hand tight around his beer, but he can feel it trembling.

Eddie takes a deep, visible breath, then nods and leans forward to set his beer down before turning back toward Buck.

"Yeah," he says quietly, and Buck is almost completely sure that they're not just talking about Shannon anymore. Eddie's face is open, his gaze clear, but Buck knows him well enough to detect the faint hint of nerves there.

That's the thing that finally gives him the courage to do what maybe he should have a long time ago.

"Can you just, uh." He clears his throat, then sets his beer down too. "Tell me if I'm totally misreading this?"

"Yeah, okay," Eddie whispers, but he doesn't pull back. Not when Buck shifts closer on the couch; not when he reaches out to settle a hand on Eddie's cheek, and not when he leans in to press a chaste, careful kiss to Eddie's lips.

It lingers softly for a moment, and then he pulls back and opens his eyes. Eddie blinks a couple of times, then smiles, sudden and bright.

"You're not misreading it," he says, and leans in to kiss Buck again.

(for these kiss prompts)

#buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 #my fic #prompt fic

[fatuismooches]

sorry, ik that signora is y'know, dead and all, but fragile!reader + her crimson moths made me have a rlly sad realization.

due to your sick nature, rosalyne had asked you to stay in snezhnaya while she goes to inazuma. she presses a kiss against your forehead, murmuring that it would only take a month or two, and she'll be sure to bring back souvenirs for you. she assures you that nothing will hurt her, and that she will come back to you.

and while you're in snezhnaya, worried over your lover in inazuma, you're still comforted by the fact that rosalyne has left several crimson moths behind to watch over you. she has always had a protective streak, but your fragility makes her that much more overprotective of you. they flutter and fly whenever they want, but at night, they sleep by your side, providing rosalyne's familiar warmth that so easily lulls you to slumber.

and because, her crimson moths had been with you for so long, it was almost incomprehensible that they would one day leave. but on that one fateful day, when they slowly died out right in front of your eyes, you realized how foolish you had been. with shaky hands, you reach out to try and grab onto them, but one by one, they disintegrate into ash in the palm of your hand, until only one remains.

you're going insane, rightfully so, but you try and keep calm to await for her return, bc you want to have hope. you couldn't—no, you wouldn't let this get you sick. rosalyne must be fine, she absolutely has to be. you pray to the gods, to the tsaritsa, for your beloved rosalyne's return, but the dread building in the pit of your stomach only grows as time goes on. and on one fortunate day, you feel well enough to head outside, if only for a moment, only to accidentally overhear some fatui recruits saying that, "the fair lady has been killed by the electro archon—"

and suddenly, your world comes crashing down.

tbh, i don't rlly like signora that much?? like i don't hate her, i don't love her, i'm vv neutral on her but this idea has been infesting my mind for like,, a week and it has def softened my opinion on her. i hope this has brought you joy(?) or sorrow(?) idk tbh, i hope you enjoy this word vomit lol

UM ANON?? FOR SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T LIKE SIGNORA THAT MUCH YOU WROTE THIS SO WELL?!?! My gosh i didn't realize how much angst potential Signora and fragile reader could have... she is super overprotective because she already lost the first person she loved... and now her next lover is not one of the best health... The Gods are laughing in her face right now :(

Rosalyne leaving you to go to other nations was nothing new, she had gone to Mondstadt and Liyue, and been successful in her mission both times. Every time she came back and smiled, in that way that said "I told you so. See, there's no need to worry about me, darling." You would still be overcome by a sense of relief as she kissed you all over, both of you have missed each other terribly.

So really, when Signora left for Inazuma, it wasn't any different. It was going to be the same old mission - infiltrate the nation, get the Gnosis, and return. She's done it once, she's done it twice, she can definitely do it thrice. But still, you were worried. You were always worried about her. You knew she was strong, very much so compared to you, but still... Though, at the very least you had some company. Some pieces of her in a way. Although Signora's moths would burn any enemy she encounters, for you, they remain a comfortable heat that only makes you feel loved. Also, the moths were not only warm and cuddly but fun to watch. You liked to watch them fly around your room... they were even stronger than you gave them credit for as a bunch of them could carry certain items to you.

You remember the first moth that fizzed out very clearly. You were confused at first - Signora never burned away any of her moths when she was away from you. But then in only a matter of minutes, another one goes. And another. And another. All burning away in a few seconds. By now, you're panicking, trying to cup them in your hands. protect them somehow but soon enough, it was as if they never existed before. You remember what Rosalyne said - her moths will always be near as long as she still lives in this world. Your throat dries up at what this means.

You try not to let your mind go there because you were already getting a headache and fever from the implications. Please, you pray to the Tsaritsa, please let Rosalyne be okay. Please let her walk through that door again and give you that same smirk. She'll bring back so many gifts for you, and maybe she'll get a small break from her Fatui duties because of how successful she's been. And maybe you two could go out somewhere nice. Just please, let her be alive.

When you learned what really happened, you weren't sure if you were going to have any strength to live anymore.

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #signora love notes <3 #yea this definitely brought me joy! *laughs as i wipe my tears away* #ummm but she gets revived in natlan!! i saw her there guys!! #and then she comes back to you and her heart just squeezes at your current state... she is so sorry

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Tarot readings with the lads!

Leo

You've somehow convinced him to let you do a tarot reading for him

you're still not sure how, maybe the mixture of puppy dog eyes and veiled threats combined?

anyways, you ask him what question he has

"I want to know how to be a better leader"

but that isn't *fun* so you pick a different one for him

you shuffle the cards with your intention of "What is Leo lacking that he should focus on more right now?"

you pull out the 6 of cups

Leo looks at you like "Is that good?"

you explain the card

"You see the way they're handing the cup to a child? This card is all about revisiting the past, childhood memories and innocence. It's about simple joys and pleasures also cups represents the element of water, to be free flowing and not so confined"

"And this helps me be a better leader how...?"

you smile and tell him that's not what you asked

"Leo, the cards are telling you to relax a little, spend some time with yourself and not so much worrying about the fate of the world. Be present, find that child in you who wants to do dumb, fun shit!"

he doesn't say anything but he thinks on it

"Anyway the next card was temperance so that's basically saying if you don't listen to me you're never gonna find balance...."

Raph

Yeah there was no way he was going to let you do a reading

you had to trick him into sitting down but once he saw the cards he tried to leave

you swayed him and his only request was "Just don't ask when I'm gonna die or some shit, ok?"

instead you do a reality check for him and you pull out 3 cards

The star, 4 of swords and 5 of wands reversed

"oh, baby.." you start

he's so worried

frantically asking what any of that means, so you break it down for him

"the star's message is: have faith. Hope, faith and purpose basically. You need to understand that you're doing alright, no matter how much you beat yourself up. 4 of swords is about rest and relaxation, taking a break. You work yourself too hard out on patrol, then come back here and hit the gym, then you barely sleep and do it all over again. You;re burning yourself out. Finally, 5 of wands. Reversed it talks about inner conflict, self doubt and tension. Whatever you're battling with, you need to face it and let it out"

"well shit, I didn't expect your cards to fucking call me out like that..."

you're just like "It's what they do..."

he opens up to you a little more after that and takes a bit more time for himself.

Who would have though Raph's healing journey woulod begin with a witch telling him to get his shit together?

Mikey

He's been begging you for weeks to pull some cards for him

and he wants to know everything!

like everything, even the scary stuff

you finally give in and he can barely sit still he's so pumped when you pull the cards out

you ask what energy he brings into other's lives

the lovers, page of wands and 6 of swords

"what does it mean?!"

"well, the lovers is obvious. You bring a lot of love to the people in your life. You're the heart of your brother's. That's self explanatory"

"Awh, your cards like me" he's getting cocky now

"the page of wands is about being a free spirit, inspiration, ideas and limitless potential. Basically you keep everyone entertained with your never stopping pin balls machine of a brain"

"I am the ideas man of my brothers"

you let that one slide, no need to remind him of the time his "idea" to defeat the foot clan involved gummy worms....he was thinking with his stomach.

"And the 6 of swords is about transition and change, a right of passage, release like releasing baggage. I think this one's saying you haven't met your full potential of how you can help people yet, but you are destined to help people"

"wow. Really? Damn you're good"

you take the compliment, you are good at this.

Donnie

it's not that Donnie doesn't want a reading or find it interesting

it's that he just doesn't believe you can tell him anything new...

so you pull out a few cards on his behalf anyways

just to tell him a little more about himself that he doesn't realise

10 of wands reversed, strength and 3 of swords reversed

you follow him around for like 10 minutes after explaining the cards

while he's doing the dishes you're all "so the 10 of wands reversed is about doing it all and carrying a burden that you need to release it can also be defined as stubbornness!Come on, Donnie, that's so you. When you aren't working on whatever Leo gave you in the lab you;re spotting Raph in the gym or you're indulging Mikey is one of his fantasies, you need to stop carrying your brothers wants with you and live for you!"

He's trying to get his bunsen burner to work and you talk about "strength is basically the message believe in yourself.but it's also about compassion. You have so much of that that you never give to yourself!"

finally he turns to face you "And the last card?"

"3 of swords reversed is the most important. It's about negative self talk and releasing pain and forgiving yourself. I know you think you hide it well, but I can tell you beat yourself up over every little thing. You need to stop that"

He takes a minute to think

"Ok, maybe there is something to these cards, or maybe you're just interpreting them that way because you know me. Either way...Thank you. This was helpful"

#witch series #witch s/o #witch so #tmnt #tmnt x reader #tarot #tarot cards #tmnt h/c #tmnt hcs #tmnt h/cs #tmnt headcannons

[marshmellopie]

YOU THERE

Give me your spamton headcanons! Any kind!

loki i love you so much you don't know how much i've been wanting to share my headcanons oh my GOD [scans over my 20+ page headcanon doc]

putting it under the cut because it's a lot of random stuff, i didn't categorize anything so there might be whiplash between everything:

– Five feet tall, previously 5'10 when he was still an Addison. I made Puppet Spam was 4'5 for the longest time, but I decided to say fuck it and make him taller. Still short in terms of Cyber City residents though, I like to imagine normal Addisons are around 6ft.

– I sometimes forget to draw it and I can't really animate it consistently, but his knuckles are constantly bruised because he keeps punching things whenever he's angry. Experiences really severe temper tantrums/outbursts and usually resorts to violence.

– Do not touch his fucking hair if he doesn’t know you. He’ll legitimately plan your murder if you cut any of it off– and that’s not a hyperbole. He can’t grow it back and his hair is his pride and joy, so he will genuinely track you down and rip your goddamn soul out of your chest. It's also permanently black (besides the grey but that's from stress), he changed his coding when he was famous to have black hair. Could've been reversible, but some things kinda stuck after he fucked himself up and became a doll.

– Weird mixture of Addison and mannequin. Mysteriously fell incredibly ill with a virus that was destroying his coding after his phone went dead silent, and became desperate to the point of converting his remaining data into an inanimate object. Kind of like converting a PDF into a JPEG with the compressed quality and all. Kinda iffy with this one and not really canon-inspired, I swap between him gradually and suddenly turning into a puppet. Used to base it off the Acid Theory but I'm tryna be creative sjfkdsjf he did probably fall in/get pushed a few times but it didn't burn him to the point of no return, it definitely stung though

– Blurry vision in both eyes because he had the audacity to peek into the Shadow Crystal multiple times. Hacked his glasses to somewhat correct it, but it only works to a certain extent.

– Talks through a voice box. He really doesn't need to move his mouth at all to speak and has limited range of motion (he can't close his mouth all the way and has no tongue), but he tries to purely out of habit.

– gayest man in cyber city

– Eats basically anything. From spaghetti-code to cardboard, his body is kind of forced to digest all of it, but it obviously hurts him if it's not supposed to be eaten.

– Sometimes doesn't recognize his own reflection.

– Riddled with viruses for so long that he probably wouldn't ever be able to get rid of them. He could probably minimize them if he got treatment, but only to an extent. They're a permanent part of him now.

– His nose is simultaneously the strongest and weakest part of his body. Either pierces through metal or bends like a bendy straw depending on if you throw him or just lightly poke it.

– Terrifyingly amazing aim. Can throw a pipis at a specific target without much thought. His pipis explode.

– Calmed down a bit as the years went on (because he lost hope LMAO), which isn't saying much considering he's still extremely rabid. Was extremely volatile when he first decided to give up the good life and live in the dumpster. Frequently tried to break into the mansion, probably stole a few cars, mugged a few Plugboys, picked fights with other malware on the streets. He still continues to do these things, of course, but to a lesser degree.

– Spiteful cunt. Wrong him once and he'll never forget your name. Rarely apologizes even if he's in the wrong.

– Can't say names properly unless he's being completely serious.

– Upholds his end of most deals, but words himself carefully so that if what he has to bring to the table isn't up to par with what the other person asked of him (which is 99% of the time), he can easily swindle his way out of it. No refunds on the sword. It's broken? I told you that. Cut anything, two pieces. You heard me clearly, and you obviously had no qualms with it from what I could tell. (Except he'd say that in a really fucked up and more condescending way.)

– Constantly hears static, but it grows and fades depending on his mood.

– Laughs at the most inconvenient times. Someone's threatening him? He'll chuckle. He's nervous? A little giggle. He just received some devastating news? Roaring laughter.

– Very unreliable narrator and storyteller. Tends to exaggerate things that have happened to him (doesn't mean that he didn't go through some wild shit though).

– Doesn't celebrate his birthday, for obvious loneliness and conflicting self-resentment reasons. Also because he doesn't keep track of the time. He don't know what day it is fam.

– Can mimic voices really well, though he still retains that bitcrushed/noisy overlay and the ad pop-ups.

– Tends to chew on things occasionally as a nervous habit. He doesn't exactly have a tongue, so he instead picks up random small items scattered around (ie. a pencil) and chews on them. Worst case scenario he just grinds his teeth together.

– Gestures with his hands a lot when he speaks. It literally looks like he's going through an emote hotbar. Also very expressive when it comes to his face, despite rarely being able to frown properly. You can garner a lot about his mood from his glasses.

– Mostly bark over bite. Tends to make empty threats a lot when he's startled in hopes his loudness will be intimidating, but will indeed bite if he needs to… or wants to. Sometimes there’s no bark at all, and he’ll literally bite.

– Has a weird fascination with shiny objects. He steals many things that seem valuable or visually appealing and hoards them in his shop.

– Once you put the KEYGEN into NEO, it takes a little bit for him to actually take over the body because he's transferring his data onto it. Permanently. Even when he becomes small Spamton again, he's permanently linked to the machine now, so he can change into it at will. Technically not at will because he has trouble controlling it, but you get what I mean.

this was insanely long but thank you for letting me ramble <3

#[PRICE SPEAKS] #spamton... my salesman... #despite usually drawing him happy i assure you he's like. really fucked up #i don't draw angst much but only because it comes out looking weird for some reason #i think i should make him cry #spamton #deltarune

[novankenn]

Nora in : Tea with Jaune's family... Saphron

It took Nora another three days to get the burning need with in her under control... and it had exhausted her to the point of collapse, which earned her a trip to the infirmary. Now confined to bed, and being waited on by Jaune, Nora had time to reflect on those two encounters.

She really did like Jaune, she just wasn't sure if it was a "forever-forever" type of like-like. Though, after getting dosed twice with aphrodisiacs, she was looking at things slightly differently. Jaune was a catch, and just being around him, she knew he would probably make a good father... and of course if they did have kids they would be ultra...

Nora: WHAT am I thinking?!? (Shakes her head) WHY am I thinking like that?!?

It was then Jaune entered the room with a tray of food for her.

Jaune: Hey. How are you feeling?

Nora: Hey. Still tired. What did you bring me?

Jaune: Nothing much, just a couple turkey sandwiches, and some fruit punch. I'll just put them on your night table.

Nora: Thank you.

Jaune: Are you going to be okay for a little bit? I can call off my session with Pyrrha if...

Nora: I'll be fine. You get your training in, and I'll get some rest.

Jaune: (Moves up to her and gently kisses her forehead) Remind me to take you somewhere nice once you feel better.

Nora: Count on it.

Shortly after Jaune left, Nora, snuggled down into her blankets and drifted off to sleep.

????: Oh, these are delicious! No wonder Jaune is bulking up so well. All that training and good food! What do you think, Adrian?

Adrian: (Incoherent baby noises)

Nora: Wait? What?

????: I'm sorry, I hope we didn't wake you.

Nora opens her eyes and instantly sits ramrod straight. She was back in that room again. Looking to her left she sees him, Bob the Beowulf and his silver serving tray. Slowly, she moves her head to find an adorable toddler seated on the lap of a young blond woman, who was definitely related to Jaune.

Saphron: Hi, Nora. It's a pleasure to finally met you. I'm Jaune's sister Saphron Cotta-Arc, and this little bundle of joy is Jaune's nephew Adrian. Say hi Adrian.

Adrian: (Baby noises)

Nora: H... hi.

Saphron: So, I KNOW you've met granny and mom, and I would like to take this moment to apologize for their behaviour. They did the same to my wife just after we started dating.

Nora: Seriously?

Saphron: Yes. How do I put it... they both take the continuation of the Arc line very seriously.

Nora: They're baby crazy.

Saphron: That too.

Nora: Are you?

Saphron: No, no, I'm just here to say hi, introduce you to this little guy.

Nora: So no (eyes the tea cups on Bob's tray) funny business with the tea.

Saphron: Heavens no.

Nora: That's a relief. (Nora starts to eye Adrian, an urge to hold him building with in her.)

Saphron: Would you like to hold him?

Nora: I...

Saphron: It's okay. He hasn't been fusing, so he should be fine. So, would you?

Nora: I... please?

Saphron rose from her seat and brought Adrian to Nora. While supporting Adrian on her hip, she used her free hand to guide Nora into a better position, before gently setting the youngest of the Arc clan in Nora's arms.

Adrian: (Content Baby Noises)

Saphron: You're a natural.

Nora: Huh?

Saphron: (Leans in and whispers into Nora's ear) You're a natural with babies. You'll make a great mom... so strong and full of love...

Nora: I...

Saphron: (Still whispering in Nora's ear, while gently touching her shoulders from behind) Doesn't he just make your heart want to burst?

Nora: I...

Saphron: (Whispering) Stop fighting it... Nora. I can see it in your eyes.

Nora: See?

Saphron: (Whispering) You want one, I would guess you want more than one child, don't you?

Nora: I... what?

Saphron: We have a VERY large family... you could be part of it... you could help it grow...

Nora: ...

Saphron: Come to momma, my big boy.

Saphron moved from behind Nora and effortlessly scooped Adrian back up. She turned to face the stunned Nora, a mischievous smile on her face.

Saphron: It has been a pleasure to met you, Nora, and I do hope you come to visit during the holidays. But it is this little guy's nap time, so I must be off.

Nora:...

Saphron: (Stops just before exiting through one of the many doors.) Oh, and be a dear, and finish your tea. It would be a shame for it to go to waste.

Nora robotically nodded and took the cup offered by Bob and drowned it in a single gulp. A few minutes after Saphron and Adrian left, he eyes grew heavy and she nodded off. He woke with a start a moment later, finding herself once again in JNPR's dorm, with all her teammates fast asleep. She glanced at her nightstand, seeing only the plastic food tray Jaune had brought her earlier, though one of the sandwiches was gone...

Nora: (Whispering) What the...

Slowly, she reached up to rub her face, and was assaulted with the scent of fresh baby powder. Her eyes grew wide, as Saphron's words filtered back to the fore of her mind, and a familiar churning sensation began to build with in her again. She turned to look at her sleeping boy-friend, and the heat grew. Biting her lip, she took several deep breaths to regain control of herself.

Nora: (Breathing heavily through her nose as she whispers) Once I get over this newest batch... you and I need to talk, Jaune.

As she tried to settle back down and get back to sleep, Saphron's words again started to circle about in her head, and with a final look at Jaune before she forced herself to roll over and away from him...

Nora: (Whispering) We would have adorable... no, no, no. Stop it Nora. Just stop.

(Master List)

#Nora in : Tea with Jaune's family #rwby #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #nora's arc #salem #saphron cotta arc #adrian cotta arc #jaune is salem's descendant #jaune is a descendant of salem theory #Jaune is a descendant of Salem #jaune's mom is just as baby crazy as grandma salem #is saph baby crazy too?

[ninchen1909]

Jealousy II

Warnings: few curse words, angst with a happy ending, my not existing knowledge about medical stuff or injuries (blame Grey’s Anatomy)

Word count: 2.400

Hey,

thank you so much for so much positive feedback on the first part, it really meant the world to me, I hope you also enjoy this part.😊🥰

I hope you have a great day, night or whatever

 Erling POV

"I love you"

I sadly watch as the door slams shut behind my girl's back and my whispered words are drowned out by the loud slamming of the door. For what feels like an eternity, I just stand there and look at the now closed door. Everything in me screams to run after her, to bring her back home and sort this whole mess out. But my princess has always been so clear about what she wants and doesn't want, and she's made it perfectly obvious from the start that she needs and wants her freedoms, which is why I suppress my protective instincts as best I can. With drooping shoulders I return to the living room, the annoying voice of the sports presenter penetrates my ears and I can't help but immediately turn off the TV. Suddenly, an oppressive silence fills our house.

Guilt overcomes me like a hot, blazing fire. How could I be so stupid as to insinuate that she would cheat on me? But Jude and (Y/n) got along so well the whole evening, laughing and joking together without a care in the world.  Actually, I should have been happy that they got along so well, but the only thing I could think about in that moment was "What if she finds Jude more interesting than me?". Prettier, smarter just better?" "What if she leaves me for him?". Looking back, these thoughts were idiotic. But in that moment, all the old insecurities came back up and overtook me. (y/n) never gave me a reason to doubt her loyalty or love, never made me feel like she only wanted me for my money or fame. At the end of the day, I can't explain why I reacted the way I did. I can only say that I regret it now, so fucking much. Again and again my eyes fall on the living room clock, my whole body tense, as I wait for her to come back. Everything in me burns to apologize properly to her, to beg for her forgiveness. Nervously I run my fingers through my hair, with every passing minute the tension in me grows and when (y/n) is not back after an hour, the tension turns into pure fear. Heat rises in me and I don't know what to do with myself, again and again my eyes wander to the front door, in the silent hope that she will return any second. But in vain. With a loud sigh I let myself fall onto the sofa, my fingers nervously tangling with each other. Seconds feel like minutes, minutes like hours. But nothing happens, no sign of my girl.  I jolt as the shrill ring of my cell  breaks the unusual silence in our house.

A quick glance at the display triggers joy in me, with quick fingers I answer the call.

"Hey darling, are you on your way home, yet. I really want to tal....?"

"Am I speaking to Mr. Haarland ?"

A friendly sounding female voice rings out to me, but it doesn't cause the same heart palpitations as the voice that usually answers at this number.  

Confused, my eyebrows draw together.

"Yes, you are, but who are you?"

"My name is Ms. Smith, I am calling you because you are listed in this cell phone as the emergency contact for Miss. (y/l/n)."

"Emergency contact? Why does my girlfriend need an emergency contact now?"

My mind is racing, almost desperately trying to suppress the unpleasant thoughts, fear settles in my heart."

"Mr. Haarland, please try to calm down."

My breathing quickens and the phone in my hand begins to shake. Still, I try to take a deep breath and give the woman on the other end line my full attention.

"Your girlfriend was hit by a car...."

My heart stops for a few beats, only to continue beating at double speed. I don't give the woman on the phone a chance to finish her sentence.

"I'll be right there. What hospital is she in?"

As I am still speaking, I make my way to the hallway to put on my shoes.

I internalize the address, which Ms. Smith relays to me before I end the call. Cold sweat forms on my forehead and I feel like I am no longer in control of my body. My teeth sink themselves in the tender flesh of my lip, the strange taste of iron soon fills my mouth.

This is all my fault, if I hadn't overreacted she would never have gone outside. We would be cuddled up on the sofa just enjoying each other's presence, while I would watch her laughing at the ridiculous jokes the characters of our favourite TV-show would  make.

Silent tears stream down my face as I steer the car through the dark streets of Manchester, my fingers clawing almost painfully into the smooth leather cover of the steering wheel.

The drive happens as if I'm in a trance; at that moment, I'm acting as if I'm on autopilot. Without thinking much, I only function to reach my destination.

As soon as I enter the large brick building, the acrid, unpleasant smell of the disinfectant hits me and burns unpleasantly in my nostrils. Hectically I look around. People hurry from one room to another, while others sit quietly in the waiting area, hoping to soon get an update on their loved one. I try to block out all the hectic and the noises witch surround me as best as I can, while I make my way to the reception desk.

An older woman, with dark black hair sits behind the light brown wooden desk as she  looks at the computer screen in front of her with a solid disinterest.  The light blue light reflected in her black horn-rimmed glasses.

Bored, she lifts her gaze as she notice my presence one of her thinly plucked eyebrows shoots up.

"How can I help you?"

Just like her whole expression, her voice makes it seem as if she would prefer to be somewhere else entirely.

"My girlfriend (y/n) (y/l/n), was involved in an accident."

With slow fingers, she types something on the keyboard. Impatiently, I drum my fingers on the cold surface of the table, which earns me an annoyed sigh from the woman in front of me, but i really couldn't care less about her impression about me.

"Your girlfriend is still in surgery right now, please sit down  in the waiting room, a doctor will come to see you when the surgery is finished."

Her voice sounds monotone and cold, as if she has memorized these words.

"Can you tell me something, anything, about her condition?"

Under other circumstances, I'm sure I would have surprised myself at how desperate my voice sounds, but I couldn't give a damn at the moment.

"Do I look like a doctor to you?"

"Listen, I'm sorry to bother you like this, but I love this woman, alright?  I just want to know if my girl is okay. So please, if you know something, let me know"

My words seem to spark something in her, as her hard, unyielding features, are now surrounded by a gentle warmth.

"I'm afraid I can't give you any information about your lady friend's health, but I can guarantee you that the staff at this hospital will do everything they can to help any patient to the best of their ability. And as soon as they can, one of them will be able to give you information, but for that, please go to the waiting area."

Resignedly, I drop into one of the uncomfortable blue chairs before burying my face in my hands. Silent tears leak from my eyes and run straight down over my cheek onto my neck.  

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, but in this moment time doesn't have any meaning whatsoever. With each passing minute I become more nervous, my hair standing out in all directions, and my eyes aching from all the tears. Again and again I look up hopefully as a doctor enters the room, only to hide my face back in my face, when they pass by me.

Desperately, I watch the other people in the waiting room, as they receive information about their loved ones in surgery. So many different emotions surround me, tears of happiness and sadness, cursing, praying, break downs, people clinging to each other in the hope to find comfort due a touch.

What will my reaction be?

Only after two more seemingly endless hours does a doctor approach me. Her long, brown hair bobs with every step she takes. As quickly as I can, I rise from my chair.

"Mr. Haaland?"

Mutely, I nod as I take her hand, which she holds out to me.

"I'm Dr. Parker, I'm the attending doctor for Ms. (y/l/n)."

"How is my girl? Is she alive? Is she in a lot of pain? When can I go to s.."

"Mr. Haaland, I know a lot has happened, but you need to calm down a bit, all right?"

Again, I can only nod mutely.

"First of all, your girlfriend is alive..."

At that very moment my legs give way and I drop backwards onto the chair, a million stones fall from my heart and I feel like I can breathe properly for the first time in hours.

"Your girlfriend was hit by a car on a crosswalk and got dragged along several meters. As a result, her spleen ruptured and the blood that leaked from it collected in her abdomen. However, we were able to repair this injury thanks to an emergency surgery, the bleeding was stopped and the blood is now being eliminated from the body with the help of medication. In addition, two of her ribs were broken, as well as her left arm. Fortunately, we were able to immediately rule out injuries to the skull, which shows us that Miss (y/l/n) was remarkably lucky. If you ask me, it is almost a miracle that she got off relatively lightly. All the superficial injuries like abrasions and bruises will be gone in about a week or two, the fractures and the spleen injury will take a little longer, but in 9 to 10 weeks, they should be completely healed. Mrs. (y/l/n) will have to stay here for another week or so, but then she will be allowed to leave the hospital, subject to certain rules. She’s still under narcotics right know, but it’s only a matter of time, until she wakes up again.

Happiness erupts in my belly like a firework and tears start to brim in my eyes.

"Thank you so much Doc, you can't imagine how happy you’re making me right now. Can I see her, please?"

I look at her with pleading eyes, only to return the smile she gives me.

"Of course, follow me I'll take you to her."

With quick steps I follow her, down the endless seeming corridors of the hospitals.

As soon as I open the door to her room, the air gets stuck in my lungs. Even though I know my girl will be better soon and she won't suffer any consequential damage, it doesn't make this sight any easier. The steady monotonous beeping of the equipment penetrates my ears, while the bitter smell of disinfectant settles in my lungs. It is with great difficulty that I can hold back the sobs that start to rise. My princess lies bolt upright in the narrow hospital bed, a sterile white varnish envelops the body, which is so familiar to me, her arms lie rigidly next to her torso.

One of them is surrounded by a bulky, white plaster, abrasions extend through her face and neck, only the constant up and down of her chest won't let me completely collapse. I tremble slightly as the doctor speaks in a calm, tender voice. “I’ll leave you two alone now, if anything happens or if you have any questions,  just press the emergency button. ” She points to a small red button at the head of the bed. “I will, thank you. ” “It goes without saying. I wish you both the best of luck”

With these words, she leaves the hospital room, her doctor’s coat waving in the air.. With timid steps, I step up to the bed, only to grab  her small hand. The unusual cold that emanates from it strikes me in the heart and I strengthen my grip around her flesh, in the hope to give her some warmth. “I’m so sorry my darling, I was such an asshole. I let my insecurities get the better of me. You never gave me a reason to doubt your loyalty or love. Please forgive me, I’ll spend my life trying to make it up to you. ”

My voice sounds broken, devastated even. Gently I raise our clasped hands upwards to breathe a tender kiss on the back of her hands, before I lay my head on it.

A uncomfortable Silence falls over the small room, only to be broken, by the soft delicate voice of my angel. “You really were an asshole. ” Surprised , I jerk up my head to look at the beautiful woman in front of me, her eyes radiate exhaustion, the pain meds clearly taking a toll on her. The normally soft and tender  voice now rough and hotter. Instantly I grab the cup of water from the bed side table, before holding it to her lips, carefully I help her drink from it. “I was and I’m so fucking sorry. It’s all my fault, that you lay here. If I wouldn’t have be so stubborn, you wanted to talk about it an I ju…  ” As so often in the last few hours, I can feel the moisture of the tears on my cheeks. A sob escapes my throat, when I fell her soft, tender skin on my cheek, her thumb softly traces patterns on my wet skin. “Babe, it’s not your fault, if anyone is to blame, it’s these wannabe Formula One driver, but not you. We’re in a relationship, we love each other and when you love each other you also fight from time to time. And it’s a sad fact that the people you love the dearest, can anger you the most. I just hope you know I would never cheat on you. ” “Yes, darling, I know, I’m just afraid you’ll wake up one day and realize you could have a better man, one who will always be there for you, who can hold you every night, and not being in another country. One who can always be present in the important moments of your life, in person and not only on Facetime.  ”

Tears stream down my face, while soft sobs shake my body. With a soft grip on my neck, she tugs my body into hers. With her healthy hand she runs up and down my back in a soothing motion. “Shh, it’s alright love, everything is alright. I love you, only you. There will never be a better man in my opinion, you’re it for me.” ” “I love you too. So fucking much.” ” Our lips meet in a gentle kiss, our body’s entangled in each other. After what feels like a eternity our lips separate themselves from each other. I lean my forehead against hers, as I hear a soft chuckle escapes her swollen lips. “ “Well, now  that we’ve  cleared up. . . ” With a gentle movement she’s leaving my embrace, only to create a way to big distance between us. “. . . would you please swing your ridiculously large body into that bed. Even though I’m the one who got hit, you look way more shitty than I do, and trust me, that means something.  So let’s go to sleep. ” Unable to even begin to argue, I strip my shoes off my feet and leave them on the carelessly on the floor, before I gently lie down next to my girl. Always careful not to hurt her. As best I can I wrap my arms around her body and feel her laying her head on my chest. Slowly, one of my hands wanders into her hair, where I start lovingly stroking over it. “Did I tell you, you look really hot even in that weird hospital gown? ” Her hotter, yet beautiful laugh permeates the room. “You are such an idiot. ” “Ha! jokes on you, because I’m your idiot. ” She lifts her head off my chest and looks at me with her beautiful eyes, which are filled with pure, unconditional love. “Yes, that you are. And I couldn’t be more prouder about that. ”

#football #football imagine #Erling Haaland #erling x reader #erling håland #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland x reader

[hell-drabbles]

...

Asexual!reader who doesn't enjoy indulging in any physical sexual activity, let alone with somebody.

Asexual!reader who's unfortunate enough to be the descendant of someone who's dearly close and hated by both side.

Asexual!reader who had a hell of a time in their life when they ought to break a contract that wasn't even theirs just because they're the descendant of a long-lost person.

Asexual!reader who's done playing nice when the creatures of light continue to get on their way back home, cursing them that they will get the revenge they rightfully deserved.

Asexual! reader whose hatred burns even more harsher when the devils start making advances towards them, in hope to feel the forgotten caress of Solomon.

Asexual!reader who keep everyone at arm length as much as possible, not even letting their guard down.

Asexual!reader who can feel something snap inside them when they received the news that creatures of the light, who torment, mess and almost destroy their life, finally caught.

Asexual!reader who didn't waste time going to the assigned place where to the creatures of the light was currently residing, every possible nerves of them moving like marathon.

Asexual!reader who's eyes filled nothing but a cold rage and emptiness as they draw closer towards their prey, not caring about the cheers coming from the crowd as they witness the descendant of Solomon, taking the lead.

Asexual!reader whose face remains motionless as they begin to have their way to the 'supposed' holy being.

Asexual!reader who continue to play with their 'toy(s)' while mocking the creatures of the light for bring pathetic enough to get caught by the hands of a small human.

Asexual!reader who disregard the plea for mercy from the creatures of the light even as his eyes started to flood in crystal tears, body going rigid for any bits of satisfaction.

Asexual!reader who continue their assault, makinang sure that everything they do will damage the creature of light in any possible way. breaking him slowly with humiliation.

Asexual!reader who's pride shows in their cold eye when the creature of light slowly stop resisting, his halo that usually shows off his grace and devotion towards god, has longed dusted into nothing but a bland decortication on it's head.

Asexual!reader whose, at last, finally let of him, watching how he slowly dissolves into a hollowed puppet, No more resistance nor complaints.

Asexual!reader who leave the place with a sadistic satisfaction, knowing that their once enemy, are now nothing, empty shell who's once thought was all about god, now owned by the reader.

Asexual!reader who often of hear a whine or whimper in the other room when they come back after their previous visit.

...Thinking about Asexual!reader in Christmas event...

🐶anon

(Oh the delicious sadism of it all! I enjoyed this very veeery much. I really love it when people send me their little writings. I'm sorry that I'm so slow to get to them but I promise you that I do read them again and again! Gives me so much joy.)

(Also, only wrote about Satan, Leviathan and Mammon because I know next to nothing about Beelzebub and the others.)

And before you know it, your visage is now associated with the angels that have been captured and broken by your hand. Rare is it to see you without at least one angel on a chain, as though they're nothing more than decorative dogs for you. You pull at them, forcing them to walk on all fours as you tote them around with minimal clothing, wrapped from head to toe in chains and piercings.

It left creatures such as Satan seething. Your anger was always delectable, delicious, and desirable. From the moment you were told of your duty, of the debt left behind by Solomon that you must fulfill because of the lives at stake, you were but a growing heated crater.

If you had just released that anger on him, if you just let yourself be free and let him close, then perhaps Satan wouldn't be watching you from a distance as you give the one thing he wanted above all else to the angels. Your anger, they don't deserve it, but Satan is a devil of his word and won't say a thing about who and who doesn't get to experience that rage of yours.

All he can do is grit his teeth as your anger gave way to sadistic joy at making these angels writhe in pain and pleasure. He wanted you to be his, and he yours, but you never let anyone in close. Truly, none of them ever understood humans.

Leviathan. Oh Leviathan, a being of pure and utter envy, convinced of his own perfection and beauty. Once you were such a hated thing, one that he couldn't stand that he held these once dormant desires towards you. He hated that you ignite these desires just by existing, by breathing, and he hated you even more when you ignore him at every turn no matter how much he demands of you.

He even made himself vulnerable for you to take advantage of, but none of it works.

And yet, somehow, those angels were the one that grasp all of your attention. Like they deserve it. Like Leviathan was worth less than the angels you were breaking.

Envious. He was well and truly envious of the angels, of you, of the devils that caught them.

No amount of wealth and riches can ever hope to bring you joy. Mammon spoils you every chance he could get, but there was nothing he could do to even pull your interest onto him. But this was fine. It was okay, because he willingly gave his being to you. And if he isn't obedient to your desires, then he truly never gave himself to you in the first place.

But, as with all things owned, they're bound to be discarded in one form or another. But, that implies that you even held them in the first place. If you want to throw something away, you'd have to hold them first.

Instead, you just left Mammon to gather dust. The first ones for you to lay your hands on was the angels, the very beings that Mammon could never own. What you wanted most was what Mammon could not give.

Was his existence really worth nothing? If that's your view, then as your discarded thing, you must be right.

#puppy.anon #admin #whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #reader insert #writer: puppy.anon #drabble

[cactusnymph]

plsplspls beggnig for more wyllachstarion theyr like crack to me 😩😩😩 can you do the spooning

Karlach is way too excited for the night to play hard to get with Astarion who spends the rest of the day pretending that he's aloof and not interested in touching her, as if he didn't try to seduce her on their second night together at camp.

Then of course he tried it with Wyll and it also didn't work because Wyll is such a gods damned romantic. And now Astarion is over by his tent, drinking whine and reading a book while definitely not looking over at them. Not even a little bit.

Karlach adores his adorable pouting face so fucking much, it's giving her cuteness aggression.

She's sitting with Wyll—he's sitting between her legs so she can hug him from behind and put her chin on his shoulder. Karlach is brimming with so much joy that she doesn't really know where to put it. This is literally the best thing. She is hugging her boyfriend and she can kiss his cheek without giving him burn marks and he's leaning against her as he throws a ball for Scratch who keeps excitedly bringing the ball back to them.

Karlach thinks she could die happy right now.

Well, it would be even better if Astarion was over here as well, but she's sure that he'll come around at some point and there's no sense in pushing him round. It takes time and Karlach understands.

Yes, she wants to go fast, fast, fast, but she gets that not everyone can go as fast and burn as quickly as her. For now Karlach can revel in how Wyll's skin feels against hers, how his hair tickles her cheek, how soft Scratch's fur feels under her fingers whenever she touches him and how exhilarating it is to press kisses to every inch of naked skin she can find on Wyll right now.

One of her fingers slowly makes its way along the waistline of Wyll's pants to feel the coarse hair leading from his belly button down into his pants and she can hear him suck in a breath. It makes her smile so wide.

Fuck, this is the best.

She nuzzles her face into the side of Wyll's throat and breathes in—gods, he smells so good. Like sandalwood and woody smoke. Karlach doesn't know what Astarion smells like yet, but she wants to learn. She hopes he'll let her.

When she glances over to where he's sitting his eyes are on them and gods, they're like bright burning embers, glaring holes into the two of them snuggled over there. Karlach chuckles into Wyll's skin.

"He's looking, isn't he?", Wyll asks and turns his head to press a kiss on Karlach's cheek.

"Yeah", she breathes. Wyll laughs quietly.

"Do you think he'll let us...?", Wyll asks, trailing off. Karlach hums. She doesn't want to get too hyped up about Astarion joining them for the night but man, she wants it so much. She wants to hug him, touch his hair, kiss his insane cheekbones... Fuck.

"I dunno. But fuck. I really want to."

Wyll swallows and nods slightly.

"Yeah. Yeah. Me too."

They go to bed without Astarion who keeps glaring holes into the sides of their heads the entire evening while pretending to read his book and Karlach that it wouldn't help to invite him over. Astarion is like an angry cat who needs to sniff your metaphorical hand at least a hundred times before pushing his head against you.

Karlach can wait. She can do it.

She spoons Wyll and almost cries again with how good it feels to hold him like this. There's no way she can sleep. She has to revel in how this feels. And if her arm falls asleep it doesn't matter because there's no universe in which she'll let go of Wyll.

Wyll on the other hand is fast asleep in her arms, his ass pressed against her crotch which. Well. She can live like this. She can be normal. Karlach tries to concentrate on other things instead when she hears quiet footsteps approaching the tent and then the flap is opened and cold air sweeps in.

Karlach doesn't have to turn around to know who it is.

"It's fucking cold", Astarion complains without saying hello or anything else. Karlach chuckles and gently detaches herself from Wyll who makes a soft, sleepy sound.

"Our little grumpy cat is here", Karlach whispers and Astarion huffs full of offense.

"I am not a grumpy cat", he hisses, proving her point before climbing into the space between Wyll and Karlach. Karlach can tell that this is new for him. He moves stiffly, clearly not knowing what to do or how to act which makes her heart break for him.

Gods, she will cuddle this man so fucking much. As soon as he warms up to the concept of nonsexual intimacy.

"Do you still need to drink?", Wyll asks, his voice bleary from sleep. Karlach can feel the pause in Astarion's body, the moment he thinks about this question and what it means—what it implies.

"I had a bear", he mumbles and flinches as soon as Karlach presses against him from behind, wrapping her arm around him to pull him close before doing the same with Wyll so they're all pressed together as close as possible with Astarion in the middle.

He's not moving, maybe he's scared to.

"If you want you can have some of mine tomorrow. Dunno if it tastes okay, though", Karlach offers. Astarion doesn't say anything but Karlach doesn't mind. She presses a soft kiss to the back of his neck and hears him suck in a breath.

"Alright?", she asks, not sure if she overstepped.

"It's fine", Astarion mumbles, a million underlying tones in his voice. Karlach kisses him again and again, touches his soft curls and walks her fingers up his arm. Only a few moments later his breathing evens out and Karlach smiles against his back.

Yeah, she's not going to sleep. She has to savor this for as long as it lasts her.

feel free to send me more of these <3

#kissing you with tongue anon <3333 #wyllachstarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 fic #astarion ancunin #karlach cliffgate #wyll ravengard #mi writes

[not-a-space-alien]

K&J x MMSS 3: Kane & Valen Part 13

Chapter 13 of the third crossover with @whumpsday!

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SERIES IS 18+ ONLY.

This is the last chapter of this crossover!! Thank you so much to everyone who followed along on this journey. This is one of my favorite pieces that Mill and I have written together, because of how sweet and tender it turns out at the end. I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have.

Although this is the last we’ll be posting of this particular AU, we have a lot of other crossovers that we’ll probably be sprucing up and posting! Keep an eye out because we’ll probably be posting a poll to ask which one everyone would like to see us to post next.

Until then, enjoy!

In this chapter: Sweet, sweet divorce and a well-earned happy ending

Warnings: References to institutionalized dehumanization, misgendering a transmasculine character, references to intimate partner violence, mentions of past rape (off-screen)

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Valen wakes up gently, gradually, and not scared or in pain at all. Next to the one person he has rock solid confidence loves him totally and unconditionally.

Kane is still asleep, mouth slightly agape, fangs poking out. Valen finds it adorable. He reaches one hand out to gently stroke Kane’s hair, and Kane closes his mouth and lets out a satisfied breath, leaning into the touch without waking up. He looks so very cozy and comfortable that Valen is inspired to simply lean into him and go back to sleep himself. 

***

They sleep through the day, and when night comes again, they go back out into society. It feels very weird to be surrounded by vampires again, after so long in human territory. 

They buy blood, as much of it as they can expect to drink before it goes bad. Oh, the underappreciated joy of being able to just go out and get packs of blood to drink. They get the ethical stuff–it's not Valen's first time buying it, but it is Kane's.

In a previous life, Kane may have complained that it doesn't taste as good due to the longer delivery time making it a bit stale. He now holds no such sentiments. Any blood at all is a gift from the universe, and he likes knowing that no one had to be hurt to get it. There’s been more than enough hurt.

He writes and sends a long apology letter to Bellamy, including his new phone number–Valen’s number–explaining that he's alive and he'd like to reconcile. He knows that Bellamy and Valen would love each other, and is looking forward to that as well. He gets his financials sorted out with his family's accountant, so they have ample funds and Valen’s husband has no control over him any longer.

Now that it's the next night, Kane decides to bring up the thoughts he pushed aside yesterday.

"Valen, I just want to say that I'm sorry if it hurt, when we were... together before. I didn't know what I was doing, or that I was supposed to help you relax first. The last thing I ever wanted was to hurt you. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, I know it's bad memories. I just wanted to apologize."

Unfortunately, it had hurt, a little at the start. Valen is overwhelmed for a second by the memory, and by how much he'd hated Kane in the moment, despite the situation being completely out of his control.

"I doubt Nick really would have let you," he admits. "It was hardly an ideal time to be learning how to please one's partner." He sits down on the loveseat. His arms are full of the mail he'd picked up from his landlord, and he starts rifling through it to keep his hands busy. It's a literal armful. "If it's any consolation to you, you were... smaller, in that area, than Nick was, so it always hurt less. I'm certain it hurt much less for me than it did for you when Nick did it to you."

The horror of watching Kane have to experience that while practically in his lap is burned into Valen’s brain. He feels like if they have enough new memories of each other in the throes of pleasure, maybe that will scrub the image away, the horrible way it started.

"Yes, I'm glad for that," Kane agrees. Nick always made him hurt to the point of bleeding, and at least that wasn't the case for him and Valen. "It'll only be good from now on," he adds with a smile. Maybe that’s naive of him, but it certainly can’t ever be as bad as it was.

Valen smiles back, but then his hands falter on the mail in his hand. "O-oh," he says, and he's instantly in tears. "I-I-I got a letter from Priscus. I didn't think he knew where I live. I-I guess he knows my new address."

Kane has only met Priscus Kithrara briefly, but everything he knows about the man from Valen makes him hate him more and more. He gently puts his hand over Valen's. "He can't hurt you anymore. I know I've promised to protect you many times, and failed. This time, I really can. He will never touch you again. Do you want me to read the letter for you and let you know if there's anything important in it?"

Valen hands the letter to Kane with a shaking hand. "That-that sounds good. Yes, please."

When Kane unfolds the letter, he finds enclosed a glossy photograph of a beautiful cat with white fur and blue eyes. The letter reads:

To my dearest turtledove,

The whole staff here at the manor is looking forward to your return. I know you are confused and emotional, but know that my patience will never run out. I only want what's best for you. Whenever you need me, just call for me and you know I'll come running. I know you are away right now, seeing the world, but your home will be waiting for you when you get back. My whole family is eager to see you safe back at my side, and I will do whatever it takes to make things right.

I know you were distraught over the loss of your beloved pet all those years ago, so to make our home more inviting to you, I have acquired the finest replacement, exactly to your taste, down to the way she trills and follows you around the house. She still has not been bestowed a name, which is a right that I reserve for you upon your return to the estate.

Please call me when you get this, so I know you are safe.

Love,

Priscus

"He got a cat and wants you to name her." Kane summarizes, leaving off all of Priscus's flowery, manipulative language. "He also wants you to call him. And there's a picture of the cat."

Valen takes the picture, sighing exasperatedly. "Of course he did. Of course he does. This is just like him. He always does this. He treats me like a child–except one that he can have sex with–and then when it upsets me, he tries to placate me with gifts." Valen is suddenly self-conscious. He knows that Kane is not one for one-upmanship in terms of comparing suffering, but compared to the way Kane's family treats him, Priscus must sound like an absolute sweetheart, giving him gifts and saying he loves him. "He has no idea how to make me actually happy–or is simply unwilling to do it."

Kane eyes the confused and emotional part of the letter again and rolls his eyes at it, crumpling it up. "He sounds like a creep. As if you can't get a cat on your own if you wanted to. I should go over there and make him sign those divorce papers once and for all. Maybe it'd be a wake-up call if he knew you were dating Kane de Sang," he says with a smirk.

Valen puts his hand to his mouth. "Do you think so?" He has no idea how Priscus will react to the idea that he's now dating someone else. It will certainly be unexpected, but it could go either way of him simply giving up...or of him getting even more possessive and domineering. "If-If you mean it, I suppose maybe it could work...I know he has a low opinion of you, unfortunately, but you're a man, so he might...recognize you as, er, having a right to claim territory, so to speak. It might make him realize this separation is permanent and not temporary. Although....Kane, I'm worried he will get violent."

"I was thinking the low opinion would work in our favor,” Kane explains. “If he knows you left him for me, despite it all, that might get it through his thick skull." His hands curl into fists as he considers the implications of Valen's words, how Valen would know that Priscus gets violent. "I hope he fucking does. That'd give me an excuse to-" He cuts himself off, shaking his head. He's getting back into his old mindset. He doesn't want to be the angry, violent man who hurt Jim anymore. "No. I wouldn't escalate anything. It's okay. I'm used to violent." 

Valen crumples a little. "Oh--I know you can take it, but--it's just--I just hate this. I don't want to see him debase you. Or the two of us. And I know he will, he'll take it as an insult." He folds his arms on his lap, sagging. "It feels like cowardice to have you fight this battle for me. I just don't know what else to do. And now that, that he knows where I am, he'll see you eventually, I'm sure of it, so there's no use hiding it."

"I want to," Kane assures him, dropping the letter to take Valen's hands instead. "You've dealt with him enough. I want to do this for you. Just like how you... spoke to my father for me. You won't have to deal with him ever again. I'll make sure of it. My defect regardless, I'm just as much nobility as he is. I will protect you."

"Okay," says Valen, blushing. "Th-thank you." Maybe this would be okay, to let someone else take care of him. It had always gone wrong in the past, but Kane knew what he actually wanted, and would try for that, instead of what he thought Valen should want. "So, so should we call on the phone, or go over there? Or write a letter?" 

Kane considers this. "Do you think, if we talked on the phone or wrote a letter, he would try to come here to speak to you in person? If that's the case, we should just go there. But if not, the phone is probably better."

Valen's face falls. "He would definitely come find me in person before giving up."

"Then we should go. It's better for it to happen on our terms, with no surprise." He squeezes Valen's hand. "I'll be with you the whole time, and we'll leave right after. And it doesn't have to be now. Whenever you want to do this."

Valen looks at the clock to see how much time is left in the night. He feels like the anticipation is going to kill him if he just waits. Best to rip the bandaid off quickly. "I think we can go tonight. If that's okay with you. Thank you."

"Then we'll go." Kane is nervous too, though not nearly as much as Valen is. He's afraid that when faced with hostility, he may panic and crumble, leaving Valen to defend both of them. That is the last thing he wants. He resolves himself to stand his ground no matter what. Priscus is no threat to him. "You can lead me there, and I'll talk to him. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You can even leave and go home early, if it turns out to be too much for you. I'll handle it."

Valen has never felt so genuinely and holistically protected by anyone else. "Thank you."

He searches around the apartment for a bit and finds the divorce paperwork, the one that was filled out, signed, stamped, completed in every way except for the one that actually mattered—the husband's signature. He'd thought about trying to forge the signature in the past, but he'd always known that wouldn't do the job and would just make things worse.

They travel to the Kithrara estate. Valen's hackles start to go back up as soon as he steps onto the grounds, past the gate and onto the extensive lawn, up to the main manor where he knows Priscus will likely be. The servants all gasp with delight and welcome him back enthusiastically, opening doors for him without question, although Kane does get some looks. Valen had always been a favorite among the staff at home.

A few inquiries about where Priscus is is all it takes to find him. He's in the main hall, with a vampire Valen knows is one of the people whose job it is to go into human territory and abduct people to throw into the blood farms. He currently has a human on a chain, around the neck. The human's face is stained with tears and very, very scared. Valen's face falls upon seeing it. He won't be able to stop thinking about it throughout this whole conversation now.

Kane's eyes fall toward the human, too. The human looks as scared as Jim had on that first night. Immediately, he starts thinking of potential ways to get them out of here, but the fact that his interaction with Priscus is going to be hostile won't help. He wonders if offering twice the revenue a single human would generate during their short lifetime would work, especially if he frames it as a gesture of goodwill to make up for everything else this conversation will entail.

As soon as Priscus catches sight of Valen, he stops whatever business he was doing and waves the other vampire away, dragging the terrified and abused human to the periphery of the room.

"My little turtledove," he purrs, coming over and wrapping his arms around Valen, putting his chin on Valen's head. "Finally. I'm so pleased to see you here again."

As soon as Priscus touches Valen, it's obvious his learned helplessness kicks in. He freezes, going rigid.

Kane shoves Priscus away, moving protectively in front of Valen. "He doesn't want to hug you," he says firmly. "Kane de Sang. I believe we've met before, briefly."

Priscus gives Kane a withering stare, folding his hands in front of him. "Oh, yes. You. I thought you were dead. Have you risen from the grave for the exclusive purpose of interfering with my personal life? What business do you have here? It's awfully bold of you to lay hands on the heir to the Kithrara estate in his own home, with his own wife in the room."

Kane wants to strangle him until he's gasping for breath. He wants to scream obscenities and beat Priscus to a bloody pulp. He wants to drive a stake through the man's heart. His fingers twitch with the urge to wrap them around Priscus’s throat.

Instead, he presents the divorce papers. "I apologize," he says through gritted teeth. "I could see that Valen was distressed, and wanted to remedy that as soon as possible. We've come to request you sign these. I'm Valen's boyfriend."

Priscus's face immediately turns stony. "Valen's what?"

Valen edges further behind Kane.

"His boyfriend," Kane repeats. "I understand you've been separated for quite a while now, and he's been trying to get you to sign off on a divorce long before he met me. He's moved on. If you care about his happiness at all, you'll sign them."

Priscus eyes the papers in Kane's hand and sighs, pushing Kane's hand delicately away with a single disgusted finger. "Mr. de Sang. Valen does not have a boyfriend. She is my wife. And I can see you've been enabling some of her delusions, so it's bold of you to act like you care about her more than I do. Not only that, but I can see whatever you've done to her has made her clearly visibly underweight. I can only assume you've been feeding her unhealthy fear that she's being immoral by drinking blood. She's struggled with disordered eating in the past, not that that's any of your business. I assure you our separation is quite temporary, and also none of your business, so please kindly leave the premises if you're quite done?"

"That is not the case at all. We've recently been through... an ordeal together, where neither of us had access to food for several months." Kane doesn't want to give specifics in case Valen doesn't want Priscus to know. "We've only just recently escaped, and he's been eating well since. I've done nothing to him. If you think the separation is temporary, you're the one who's delusional," he can't help but snap.

Priscus raises an eyebrow. "You dragged my wife through an.... ordeal, during which you could not feed her, and you expect me to believe you will take care of her?" He looks past Kane to Valen. "Come now, darling, Kane de Sang, of all people? You must have picked him on purpose, in some childish attempt to humiliate me."

"It's not that," Valen says quietly.

"I got us out of there. I did take care of him," Kane protests. "Think about it. If he chose me, surely that means it's over. Stop throwing a years-long tantrum because he doesn't like you back and just accept it already."

Priscus gives them both a very long stare, then sighs. He looks at Valen. "This is really what you want?" He sounds exasperated.

"Yes."

"Neither your nor my family will be happy about it."

"They are already unhappy with me."

Priscus looks at Kane. "I'm sure the de Sang family won't be happy about this either, when they hear you broke up a proper marriage, between proper vampires." 

"As long as Valen's happy with the situation, I don't care," Kane says. "To echo his sentiment, they are already unhappy with me. Will you sign the papers?"

Priscus's lip peels back in a sneer. "When this inevitably ends poorly, I want it to be noted that I was against it from the very beginning. I can't keep shielding you from the consequences of your actions, Valen. I have been as patient as I can, but I cannot make any guarantees about how it will be if you try to come back." He takes the papers and signs them. "There, now all your problems are solved." His voice drips in sarcasm. "I expect you to return the money and heirlooms you took from the estate."

It’s done, it’s finally done, after so much fuss. "Yes sir," Valen squeaks. He has no intention of actually doing anything Priscrus demands short of legal pressure.

With the papers signed, Kane's mind once again turns to the terrified human. It's... worth a shot, he supposes. The worst thing that can happen is Priscus says no.

"Thank you, Mr. Kithrara," Kane says politely, despite his increasingly violent feelings toward him. He hands the papers to Valen, still behind him. "I will ensure your property is returned. As a token of goodwill and apology, I'd like to buy this human for double the revenue a human is likely to generate during its lifetime." He desperately hopes Priscus takes the bait.

Priscus cocks his head. "That is a strange token. Why do you want this one?"

"This human happens to be here," Kane says simply. It's true. Every human Priscus's family owns is likely just as terrified as this one- until they lose themselves to overexposure to persuasion, of course. This human is just the one who's here. "And I thought it would be a nice gesture."

Priscus looks to the far side of the room where the other vampire has the scared human. He shrugs. "Very well. This human is here because we were discussing its suitability to drink from, since there seems to be something wrong with it, but this will solve that problem." He gestures for the other vampire to come over, and hands Kane the chain around the human's neck.

Kane takes the chain. "Great. Glad I could help," he says, trying to stifle his anger. He takes his checkbook out, and after receiving the price from Priscus, cuts him a check.

"We'll be going, then. Thank you for your cooperation." He opts to just carry the terrified human instead, given they're likely going straight home from here and a human won't be able to run that far. Making sure to keep himself between Valen and Priscus, he shuffles the three of them outside.

"Huh. That went well," he comments.

"Thank you," Valen says, in tears. "Thank you, Kane." He hugs close to Kane.

A servant comes running out. "Mistress Kithrara, wait!" She is holding a small kennel, and slows down as she gets closer. "Um, I overheard Master Kithrara saying that he was going to give this cat to the pound if you didn't want it, and–and I thought maybe you–"

Valen takes the kennel, inside of which a white figure can be seen crouched in the corner. "Oh, thank you," he sniffles. "Yes, this is very thoughtful of you. Thank you."

The servant bows, smiling, looking a little mischievous, and returns into the house. Leaving Valen holding a cat, and Kane holding a sobbing, terrified human.

"Okay. This is- okay, we need to go home. We need to call Liz," Kane decides. He looks down at the human in his arms. "We're not going to hurt you. We're going to take you home, back to human territory. It's okay. It's over."

"Really?" the human asks, trembling. "I–Please, please, please, thank you so much." He clearly does not quite believe Kane.

"I–I suppose we have a cat now, as well," says Valen. "I hope that's all right? Oh, what time is it? Will we have enough time before sunrise to get to the border, or will we have a guest with us until tonight?"

"Please let me go," the human weeps, clearly terrified of the prospect of spending a whole day alone with the two vampires.

Kane checks his watch. "It'll have to be tomorrow. I'm sorry. We're going to let you go, I promise, but it'll have to wait. We're not even close to the border," he says apologetically.

The thought of holding a human captive, even for a single day, is terrifying. Every lesson the hunters seared into him, reminding him what happens when he messes with humans. It sends a chill down his spine, a deep fear he knows he won’t be getting rid of anytime soon.

But he’s helping this time. He’s making things right. He’s in vampire territory, safe. He just needs to remember that. "Okay, we have to- we have to get human food and cat food tonight. And litter? That's the most important thing right now, or we'll have a starving human and cat for the next day. And we can call Liz to coordinate a dropoff for- um, I'm Kane, and this is Valen."

The human sobs, curling in on himself. "Sir–Please, sir, I–if it's not– I’m anemic, I haven't eaten all day. Please, sir."

"I don't know what that means, but we're going to get you food. I know humans starve easily, we're going to get you food right now. It's okay." Kane looks back at Valen. "Should one of us take them both home while the other shops, or should we just take them with us and go shopping together?"

Valen looks overwhelmed. "I–We should bring the human, so he can pick out his food. Anemic means his body isn’t producing enough red blood cells, so he needs something with high iron content.” He addresses the human, "Please try to be calm. Everything will be all right."

This attempt is not more successful at calming him down, though he does seem relieved to finally find someone who understands he has a medical condition

 "Maybe, um, maybe I'll take the cat home, and you two go to the store?” Valen proposes. “Do you know what supplies to get for a cat?"

"Kibble, litter, box? And whatever else the employees recommend?" Kane suggests. "That sounds good. Oh, let me just-" He sets the human down for a moment so his hands are free to remove the chain around his neck. "That's better, right?"

The human looks incredulous, but not much more at ease to have the chain taken off. "Th-thank you, sir. Are you going to--are you going to brainwash me now?"

"No. I can't- I'm not," Kane says, embarrassed. He wouldn't have anyway, but he's still sensitive about the subject. "Listen, it's going to be okay. I'm going to buy you food, then we'll go back home and call a human we're friendly with, who can meet us at the border to take you home tomorrow night. You can call home, too. I've been captive myself, and only very recently gotten out. That terror you're feeling, I've felt it too. I just want to help." He scoops the human back up in his arms. "Let's get you some food."

"Th-thank you, sir," he says, crying, still clearly terrified. "Thank you."

"I'll see you at home," Kane says to Valen, and gives him a peck on the cheek.

Valen leans into him. "Thank you, dear. Thank you." He holds the divorce papers tightly in his free hand. He bids the panicked human to calm down one more time before they split up.

***

Kane takes the human to a general store, where he'll be able to pick up both human food and cat stuff in one trip. The selection of human food is minimal, but contains all essentials and a bunch of iron-rich options. "If this isn't enough, we can go to the human supply store. But I figured this would be okay since it's just one day."

"Yes," he says, still sounding like he's on the verge of a breakdown any second, being in public with all these vampires around. "Thank you, sir, thank you so much." He picks out some stuff, seeming to be the most excited about eating fruit, although he seems afraid to look too pleased about it.

"It's alright. You're safe. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Kane feels very protective over this human. He grabs the cat essentials too, figuring he and Valen can come back for extra things like toys when he doesn't have an entire human to carry. He hands the shopping bags to the human and picks him back up.

"You can eat on the way home, if you'd like." He knows that if he'd had to wait at all before drinking blood after acquiring it after he'd been freed, it would have been awful.

"Thank you, sir," the human weeps. He does, in fact, eat on the way home.

When they arrive, Valen has the cat out of the carrier. The cat is wearing a fancy-looking studded pink collar and is sprawled out on the floor. Valen has his face buried in the cat's flank when the door opens, and he jerks away as though caught doing something illicit. "Oh, you're back, did it go okay?" 

Kane smiles, setting the human down and grabbing the bag with the cat things from him. "Yes, we got food for everyone. We'll have to go back later for the non-essentials for the cat, it was too much to carry at once." He hands the cat bag to Valen. "I can't believe this all actually went well. Tomorrow we'll be freeing a human and setting your divorce finalization in motion."

"Y-yes," says Valen. "Thank you." He walks into Kane's arms, burying his face in his chest, and finally letting himself cry. "Thank you, my dear, thank you so much. I couldn't have done any of this without you." He sniffles. "And I--I suppose I did kind of want the cat."

Kane hugs him, gently rubbing his back. "I'm so glad. It's okay. He can't hurt you anymore. No one can."

Valen wipes his eye. "Thank you." He sniffles, then looks at the human. "Oh, hey, why don't you come sit down. Here." Valen beckons him to sit on the couch, and he does so, food still in his lap. "What's your name?"

"S-sam, ma'am," he says wretchedly. "Um, pl-please don't--I--I know--he said food for everyone, but--but if I--I'm your food, I--I don't think I have enough blood to--I think I'll pass out if you both feed from me." His face goes white, as though realizing that maybe they don't care.

"Sh," says Valen. "It's all right. We're not going to feed from you."

"Wh-Why did you buy me?" he says.

"You looked scared," Kane tells him. "We've been there, I wanted to help. We're not going to hurt you. And Valen isn't a ma'am, just so you know. We're both men. I- I should call Liz now, right?" he asks Valen. "Let her know what's going on?" 

Sam looks scared again--it's basically all he's been doing the whole time they've seen him. He doesn't say anything.

Valen perks up. "Yes. In fact, I think it would win favor with her to say that you are releasing this human. Although, um, maybe just be careful how you phrase it."

"Yes, noted." Kane agrees, and goes to dial her. The phone rings and rings, to no answer. Kane figures she is either asleep or out hunting. He calls Jim next, who does pick up with a sleepy "Hello?" after several rings.

"Hello, Jim." Kane says.

Jim gasps and blinks the sleep out of his eyes, startled by hearing Kane's voice all of a sudden in the middle of the night.

"It's Kane,” he continues. “Um, I'm here with Valen, and we've come across a captive human. We want to return him home tomorrow night, since we're too far from human territory to make the trip tonight. I tried calling Liz, but she didn't answer. Could you pass it along and tell her to call us back?"

After a moment, it sinks in: Kane is saving a human. For a moment, Jim feels a pang of jealousy. Where was this Kane, the kind one who saves humans instead of hurting them, when he was young and vulnerable? Why couldn't he get the nice Kane?

He tries to shake the feeling away. "That's great, man. Thank you. Uh, she should be home in less than an hour, you could give her a call then. I'm... really glad you're doing this. Thank you."

"Of course. I'll try calling her again soon, then. I know it doesn't make up for what I did to you, but I want to try to be better."

"Yeah. Um, just, just be gentle with him, please," Jim says apprehensively.

"I will. No harm will come to him, and I'll return him home tomorrow night." Kane promises. The two say their goodbyes. "Liz is out hunting, Jim said she should be home soon. Sam, would you like to use the phone?"

"Yes," says Sam desperately. "Yes, please."

He dials with a shaking hand, apparently his mother by the sound of it, and tells her what's happened in between bouts of choked crying. The act of reassuring her that he's going to get home soon seems to make it sink in for him, too. He hands the phone back and sits on the couch, making liberal use of the tissues offered to him. The cat eventually hops up and sits on his lap.

"I suppose this must seem terribly unfair to the humans we didn't rescue," says Valen. "Although, I suppose it matters a bit less to the ones who already have enough brain damage to not be aware of what's happening to them."

Sam remains silent, hunkering against the armrest of the couch.

"It's not like we can buy all of them," Kane points out. "At least we're helping one person.”

Valen still looks doubtful. He’s always been the kind of person to be unable to see the trees for the forest. He’d often gotten lost in the mires of thinking What’s the point in helping one if we can’t help them all? The simplicity with which Kane approaches the problem grounds him a little. And maybe now that they’re free and can worry about things other than themselves, they can think about how to help on a systemic scale.

…After getting Sam home safely.

Kane does try calling Liz again a little later, explaining the situation again. Liz jumps on the opportunity to help, agreeing to meet them as soon as they can get to the border tomorrow night. She asks to talk to Sam, and Kane hands him the phone.

"Hey. I'm Liz, I'm a hunter, and I'm going to come get you. It's gonna be okay. Just hold out there a little longer, yeah? You're gonna be fine," she assures him.

"Thank you," says Sam. "Thank you so, so much. Thank you. Please come get me. Please do. Please."

Valen holds his hand out for the phone. "Liz, thank you for your assistance. Um, this human is anemic. Is there anything else we need to do for him? We let him pick out his own foods. I learned about this in theory, but that was decades ago. It's difficult to remember."

"Fuck, I dunno. Don’t make him exercise too hard? That's, like, the only thing I know about it," Liz says. "Have you asked him?"

"Oh, well if you don't have any experience with it, then we can just ask him for more details. We have to wait until tomorrow night to go out again and I wanted to make him comfortable." Technically Valen could put on his daywalker outfit again, but...he'd rather not, so he doesn't mention it. "I just thought you might have some tidbits and save Sam the trouble of having to explain it all to us. We let him use the phone to call his family. Thank you for the help--I think, I think I might faint if I had to go into human territory again, but I would hate to drop him off and make him walk the rest of the way."

"I can handle it. It's okay," Kane tells Valen. He's also terrified to go back to human territory to hand Sam over to Liz, but he knows he needs to do this. He has to be strong, for Valen. 

"We can go to the border together," says Valen. "I don't want you going near there by yourself. Okay?"

"Okay. Thank you," Kane agrees, incredibly relieved. "I'm... really glad to not have to go back there alone."

Liz bids them goodbye once everything's in order. Now, they just have to wait. Kane supposes that Sam can take the couch.

Valen thinks the same thing. "Sam, is the food you have now sufficient? And do you want to take a shower or anything? Do you want to go to sleep on the couch? We can give you a blanket."

Sam explains to them that the food he has now is fine and he should be okay until tomorrow, and accepts all the amenities offered to him.

Valen gives him time alone in the bathroom. While they wait, Valen lies down on the floor in front of the cat, who is pretending not to see him. "I suppose I have to name this cat now anyway."

"Yes." Kane agrees, going to pet her. "I've never had a pet before, I'm actually quite excited. I know you used to have another cat."

"You haven't?" says Valen. "That's so sad. Were you just not that interested in animals?"

"I wasn't. I think... it may have helped, if I'd had a pet. I regret it now. I suppose it's never too late to start." Kane scritches behind her ears. The cat soaks in the attention and starts purring.

"It makes me sad to think about how miserable and lonely you must have been for so long," says Valen. "I know it's not a justification for the way you acted, but it's really not hard to imagine why you behaved the way you did when you were treated like that." Valen knows Kane had been a monster, but...so were half the vampires walking around in public. It was harder to not be a monster here. If he was anyone else, Valen probably wouldn't feel bad for him, knowing it was partially a hell of his own creation, but this is his Kane, and it's so sad imagining Kane being alone and unloved, without even the comfort of an animal to fend off his depression.

"No, that's..." Kane lowers his voice, mindful of the nearby terrified human. "No one else was beating their humans. I had… anger issues, and I took it out on him. I didn't realize that until later. I may have captured him to please my family, but everything after that was all me. I wish I could just..." He sighs. There's nothing he can do to take back what he's done. "At least we're helping Sam, and Jim is safe now."

"I suppose so." Valen had a bad habit of making excuses for people, trying to be a little bit too understanding. That's probably what kept him from realizing how awful Priscus was for the longest time. The way Kane pushes back and takes responsibility is refreshing. "What's done is done. And now we only have to worry about treating the cat well." He rubs under the cat's chin, feeling the purr. "I want to name her Snowball, but that feels incredibly uninspired."

"Too late. The second it left your mouth, it became official," Kane says with a smirk. "Hello, Snowball," he coos.

Valen smiles. The cat seems to enjoy the attention, and Valen can't be happier sitting here next to Kane with the cat Priscus had tried to use to manipulate him.

When Sam is done in the bathroom, Valen gets him a blanket and a pillow and sets him up on the couch. "If you need anything, you can come wake me up," he offers. "As soon as the sun sets, we'll get you home."

Sam huddles under the blanket. "Th-thank you."

The next evening, Kane battles nerves as they prepare to meet Liz at the border. Going back to human territory. He shivers at the thought. He packs up any uneaten human food he'd bought for Sam for him to take home with him. "If, if we run into any hunters who aren't Liz, you'll vouch for us, right?" he asks Sam anxiously. "Please. We can't go back to- to that."

Sam looks like a deer in the headlights upon hearing this request. "Uh..."

"He just means you'll, you'll tell them we're letting you go, right?" says Valen. "We're had...bad experiences with vampire hunters in the past, and we don't want any violence. That's all."

Sam looks between them, then nods fearfully.

Valen is about to offer to drive them there, before he remembers the sad fate of his car, sitting tireless deep in human territory. He'll have to get a new one. If they want to drive, Kane will have to do it.

Kane has not yet gotten around to purchasing a new car, but he opts to rent one. He figures driving might be more comfortable for everyone, particularly Sam, and that's faster. He goes out at sunset for one, and comes back shortly after.

"Next stop, human territory." he announces, trying to keep the mood light despite how deathly afraid he is.

Valen also has to suppress his fear. The resulting two vampires that look artificially happy unsettles Sam a little, but he starts getting more at ease the closer they get to the border.

It gets harder for Valen to remain calm when they come into sight of the signs marking the border with huge skulls on them, but he's relieved to see Liz parked. "Oh there she is, dear, over there." Please God please I don't want anyone else to see us here just take the human and leave so we can bolt.

Kane drives over to Liz and rolls down his window. "Hello, ma’a- Liz."

"Long time no see," Liz jokes. She peers into the car. "You must be Sam. It's okay, you're safe now. I'm gonna get you home."

Sam bolts out and into Liz's truck, not even closing the door to Kane's car or saying goodbye, keeping his little bundle of food in his lap and hunkering down in the back seat.

"There aren't any other hunters near, are there?" says Valen. "I doubt they would follow us over the border, but..."

"Nah, you're good. I even let my branch know what was going on to make sure you wouldn't run into trouble. You can relax," Liz assures him.

Kane does the opposite of relax. So many hunters know they're here. They need to get out of here. "W-well, we should probably be going. Thank you."

"Yeah, gotta get him home," Liz agrees. She gives Valen a friendly wave goodbye.

"Thank you, Liz!" says Valen. "Good luck, Sam! Stay safe!" 

Sam does not respond.

As soon as they leave, Valen taps Kane's shoulder with increasing urgency. "Go. Go go go go go. Speed." If they crash, there's no human in the car anymore to get hurt.

And....he wants to get home to see his cat again.

"Yes. On it." Kane floors it, and the speed does not decrease until they get back to civilization.

***

When they get back home, Bellamy's voice is coming through the answering machine: "-and I'm quite worried by now, honestly, I'm aware this is my seventh call tonight and it makes me appear a lunatic, but please call me back, my dear. As I've said previously, my number-"

Kane runs to the phone and takes it off the hook. "Bellamy?"

"...Kane?"

"It's really good to hear your voice again." Kane says softly. "You got my letter?"

“I did,” Bellamy affirms.

Neither of them quite know what to say for a moment.

Kane breaks the silence, smiling at Valen. “We have a cat now. Do you want to…come over and pet her?”

･ﾟ:* THE END *:･ﾟ

***

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[willowedwisteria]

⁂~If we had five more minutes,~⁂

Summary -> Mortal Acolytes die early, sometimes too early - whether you like it or not. They don't have bodies or powers on the level of deities.

Featuring -> Diluc, Kaeya

Genre -> Angst

Diluc

Where did it all go wrong?

Was it because the healers that gathered around didn't have the ability to heal him fast enough? Was it because the multiple blades pierced and penetrated into him were too much for him to handle?

You couldn't tell anymore. It was just a moment ago, a pang of burning fury and passion whirling in his chest, then it stopped.

Even after you rushed over to him, desperation immediately hit you hard once your hand pushed against his chest, feeling for the beating of his heart.

The vibration that you prayed to feel against your palm was never there.

Still, the little hope you had left in you ordered the healers to keep trying. You could still remember the day when you cried out his name, begging for him to wake up and return to your side like he always did.

There were so many memories and times of joy you still wanted to share with him. There wasn't enough time.

"Your grace, he's gone."

It snapped you out of your trance, still in a despairing state of mind. The words pierce your heart.

"No matter how hard we try, no one can bring him back."

and you had to accept that? Really? Since when? How is it fair? Why? But, it's not as if you had a choice.

You laid your head down on the table, droopy eyes staring at Charles as he drums his fingers against the table. There was a small number of customers due to the incident of Diluc's death.

It was uncomfortable drinking there for a long while. And even the little number of people who happened to get themselves intoxicated weren't in a merry mood.

Charles looked around nervously, unsure of what to do so as to lighten up the gloomy atmosphere. He steals a few glances at you occasionally before quickly shifting away.

He's most likely unsure of whether he should approach you or not. Being aware of Diluc's unfortunate passing and how much you got affected by it, he doesn't want to put you in any more of a bad mood.

Nevertheless, he continues to approach you once things get awkward.

"Your grace, would you... like anything to drink?" Your head turns to him, looking in the direction of his worried gaze.

"...I'll have some grape juice, please."

Kaeya

You kneel on the grass, staring at the abundance of flowers that surround you. You stare at Kaeya's name engraved onto a rock, re-reading the words again and again like a broken machine.

You really couldn't absorb everything at once.

Just like that day, the winter-like breeze that made your body shiver, the dark-grey clouds gathering above you. The soft wails of thunder tickle your ears as you can't help but realize how lonely you really are.

That specific day, the tragedy, your mind just had to drift back to such unbearable memories. You could still remember it, the way Kaeya's body limply laid on the floor of the tavern, many rushing to his side.

But damnit, it was too unexpected for anyone to properly handle the situation. It was past midnight already and most of the healers available were already fast asleep.

Even with the healers that you were able to bring along, it was a whole tavern of drunkards that night. They were too intoxicated to even walk straight.

You don't even know what happened in the first place. Did he get poisoned? Stabbed? What even was the cause of his death?

Whenever you brought up these questions, no one would answer you, simply shifting their eyes elsewhere and avoiding the topic as a whole.

"I wonder what you would say to me now in this kind of state." You laugh at yourself in an almost mocking tone before your chuckles drift into soft sobs.

Why did it have to be this way? Why did he have to go?

"Please." You sniffle, choking between your own cries, "didn't you promise to be there for me?"

With your forehead inches away from the grass, you beg, groveling even for some kind of miracle.

You could remember the times Kaeya would tease you, only fulfilling your requests if you sugarcoat your words. Please, thank-yous, and more.

So why didn't it work now?

No matter how many times you repeated that same word 'please'. There would be no result. Whatever molecule of optimism or hope you had left in you was eventually shattered by how pathetic you were acting.

You lift your upper body up, trying to keep it upright as you place a Cecelia into the other piles of flowers. With tears still flowing down your eyes, you pick yourself up and leave with a heavy heart, even if you still wanted to stay.

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[khaleesiofalicante]

Hi there. I am a big fan of your work, and I constantly appreciate you on Tumblr. But due to the "rant" I will be beginning soon, I choose to send an anonymous ask.

I am tired. I feel exhausted and completely let down. I had major career plans and trials planned for this year, beginning with an exam Ive been wanting to give since 3 years. I thought I did my best but unfortunately I didn't make it. And I have a history of not being able to crack similar exams in the past. But this recent one, I thought I could. I wanted to, I was desperate for it, because it was/is my one step-forward towards my future (career wise & personally). I feel so disappointed in myself that I am not capable of making any decisions. My parents have always felt let down by me, due to the multiple failed attempts. They have not yet asked how I am doing or how am I coping (I mean, this is a common Brown-Desi mentality). But they knew how much I was rooting for myself in this particular exam. But I couldnt make it. I feel so inadequate.

Watching my peers achieve their goals, and also people living the life I've wanted to since my mid 20s, I began to think this isn't for me. Maybe I'm just meant to be where I am, and my ambitious goals are just a dream. My mom did mention once, my dreams aren't achievable because I am not capable for it. But I still kept trying, not to spite her... because I wanted to try.

But, now I'm just beat. Idk what to do. I can't make a decision and neither do I have any solution. I always am a practical,logical decision maker. But I'm just... It.. my family isn't asking me anymore. Maybe they have finally realized nothing can be done, or they are sweeping it under the rug. It isn't good or bad thing. I called my Best friend crying/wheezing on the phone because I'm scared what to do. She said I am completely burned out. Working, paying bills for the family, trying my best to study etc etc.

When I read "Shades of Gray", I totally related to Alexander. The way he felt he wasn't enough, made himself validated with work.. it hit me. I like my job, I work with amazing people, and I learn so much everyday. But I also want to succeed. I want to be happy with my choices. All I've noticed so far is, my choices have been hurting me. And idk where is the source. Sometimes I feel like shaking myself so hard, so I can find the loose screw and tighten it.

I am floating on a gray cloud, hoping the storm won't swallow me.

(sorry for the depresso theme in this ask, but I genuinely loved Shades of Gray) 🩶🩶🩶

Hello, darling.

Thank you for sharing all of this with me.

I get you. I really do.

If I may give you a word of advice, (as someone who was in a similar position), I've learned that it's often not our dream or goal that is not wrong, but rather our approach to it.

If you want to achieve ABC and you keep failing, it does not mean ABC is not meant for you and that it is unachievable. Sometimes, it simply means that the strategy that you used to achieve ABC is just not the right way to do it. Maybe it worked for other people, but that doesn't mean it will work for you.

Find what works for you and what will get you where you want to be. There is more than one way to achieve a dream. Remember that. Go back to square one and think about what needs to do be to get to where you want to be.

You can also consider slightly altering your goal to meet the realities of life. For example, let's say I want to publish a book. If i feel like oh no this is not going to happen because my draft was rejected by so many companies, I will consider slightly different goals until I find myself back there. I could write for competitions and online magazines and whatever else i like instead of keeping at it with the publishers. As long as i remember that it is writing that brings me joy and I find a way to keep finding that joy, you will find the strength you need to working towards your goal.

Your feelings are valid and I'm sorry that the exam didn't work out. but please be proud of all the hard work you put into it. I know I am.

if your choices are hurting you, choose differently. we often don't get to choose whether other people hurt us, we do get to choose if we hurt ourselves or not. i hope you will find the strength and support you need to find your way through this. i hope you find the courage to question your strategies and reevaluate your plans.

you got this x

ps - we need a vigilante who will start beating up desi parents who are assholes. i will get on this asap.

#support #shades of gray

[truly-quirkless-a]

This guy had issues when his True Form was revealed to the public.

Beyond being forced into retirement, the reveal that his pupil's enemy was his mentor's grandson, and all that- there was a simpler issue as well that kinda took a backseat in the show, but it was rotating in my head while at work, so now you're all fucking stuck with me-

It occurred to me, as I was thinking about his bit being 'the Symbol of Sweets!', that Yagi had started to smile a lot more in his True Form, after his reveal- but those smiles were always hesitant. There were moments where he seemed nearly like he was forcing a smile or happy attitude, or tried to make himself seem just- upbeat.

Imagine having your life split between two versions of you, for years. The big, strong dude who always smiles, has a witty joke on his lips, and never loses- the center of attention. The life of the party- the ultimate in bringing cheer, joy, and hope.

And the 'you' that's basically unseen and ignored- the frail side, quiet and reserved, far more of a realist than an optimist, but still filled with that same fanatical want to make others happy. A silent observer, never smiling- the wallflower in the back, watching events.

And suddenly, everyone makes the link. Between the you who spreads so much joy with a smile- and the you that is so devoid of life and joy- the 'empty battery' versus the 'full battery'.

That's one of the struggles that's on the backburner for the most part, but really. Yagi is suddenly perceived by everyone in his True Form as the remnant of his Strong Form- and if he acts as he used to while in his True Form, it will reflect badly on his legacy. So suddenly, his act has gone from a part-time thing to full time. Every second, of every day, he has to do his best to be a light- even if he doesn't have the strength to it, anymore. Just the fanatical desire, in his head.

I just- that thought. Struggling to still appear at least somewhat like his Strong Form, to still be hope...even though the (kinda literal) mask is gone. He can't hide anymore, so he has to put on the show almost all the time- and it's exhausting. It's draining. He doesn't know where the line between 'make sure everyone's smiling' and 'let your guard down' ends.

Okay I think I'm done rambling, but still. Just- the idea that he couldn't 'code switch' as well as literally switch anymore after he fought AfO at Kamino Ward... When he'd probably gotten used to it the past five years, as well as the breaks offered by being in his True Form...

And now, the next generation, telling him to rest, taking the mantle even though he doesn't want to give up the burning-white pain of it... I just... AWMJPOJALJNKLPS-

#i’ve got nothing else to lose/i’ve got nothing else to prove | headcanons #Through many battles/I have been tested/I’ve never failed/Never have been bested | Toshinori Yagi #//idk if I got it across but my brain is just-- #//ah yes the masks we all wear #//don't get me wrong he does have some genuine smiles after the fight #//but all I could think was 'there are times when those smiles ain't genuine'

[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 63 DAENERYS V (pages 786-799)

Dany loses one ally, but gains two more while out boat shopping.

-

-when Irri brought her a Qartheen gown, an airy confection of ivory samite patterned with seed pearls. "Take it away," Dany said.

... I have a comment on ivory dresses, but I'm too lazy to track down the other mention I think I remember, but if I am remembering correctly, that's an interesting connection between who gave it, who received it, what happened to the two dresses, and how that reflects on symbolism in her and Dany's story arcs.

Her small breasts moved freely beneath a painted Dothraki vest, -

… I hope she has something for the chafing. But also good for her, embracing the identity of those who first embraced her instead of trying to fit in with people who will never think of her as at least an equal.

Jhiqui had braided her hair in the Dothraki fashion, and fastened a silver bell to the end of her braid. “I have won no victories,” she tried tried telling her handmaiden when the bell tinkled softly. Jhiqui disagreed. “You burned the maegi in their house of dust and sent their souls to hell.” … She chimed as she mounted her silver mare, and again with every stride, but neither Ser Jorah nor her bloodriders made mention of it.

She deserves that bell. But also, it's interesting that that's something D&D chose to exclude from the show, given their Girl Boss!Dany narrative intentions, because it's like... the Dothraki already accepted Dany as Khaleesi, as mother of dragons, as pretty much their god, but giving her a bell feels like a different form of acceptance, something more of worn in trust than just married in power or authority earned by amazing and impossible feats. She's not just a mother who leads them, but a leader who can defend them, a warrior in her own right (even if her weapons of choice are dragons, it still counts), it feels very much like a point of culmination for the journey through the wastes.

“And so it was, then. But now? I am less certain. It is said that the glass candles are burning in the house of Urrathon Night-Walker, that have not burned in a hundred years. Ghost grass grows in the Garden of Gehane, phantom tortoises have been seen carrying messages between windowless houses on Warlocks Way, and all the rats in the city have been chewing off their own tails. -”

Phantom tortoises!? I need six hundred. Also iirc, ghost grass features pretty heavily in the apocalypse story of the Dothraki. !! an omen!

“- Sail with me around the Jade Sea, and we can yet make it so! It is not to late. Give me a son, my sweet song of joy!” Give you a dragon, you mean. “I will not wed you, Xaro.” His face had grown cold at that. “Then go.”

Pft, Dany knows what's up. Also? Xaro? Totally that charming, charismatic guy at the bar who calls a woman a slut the second she denies his advances and thinks women owe him for being a decent human being. (Not that he really is.)

"I am trying to set a price on one of the three living dragons in the world." Dany smiled at him sweetly. "It seems to me that one-third of all the ships in the world would be fair." Xaro's tears ran down his cheeks on either side of his jewel-encrusted nose. "Did I not warn you not to enter the Palace of Dust? This is the very thing I feared. the whispers of the warlocks have made you as mad as Mallarawan's wife. A third of all the ships in the world? Pah. Pah, I say. Pah."

tch. Yeah, goodness forbid a young woman reject your advances and demand "fair" things you can't afford for things she doesn't want to give up, absolute madness there. (angry sarcasm.)

Every word from his mouth brings me closer and closer to smacking him with the steel chair.

The warlocks whispered of three treasons... once for blood and once for gold and once for love. the first traitor was surely Mirri Maz Duur, who had murdered Khal Drogo and their unborn son to avenge her people.

mmm. Pressing F to doubt.

Partly because Mirri didn't kill Drogo. His complete rejection of medical care killed him, and I'm still not convinced Rhaego's death was intentional.

But also because of some of their other wordings during the prophecy bit, made it sound like it was a thing yet to come, not something that might have already happened.

... boat shopping is not going well.

"A most excellent brass, great lady," the merchant excaimed. "bright as the sun! And for the Mother of Dragons, only thirty honors." The platter was worth no more than three. "Where are my guards?" Dany declared, " this man is trying to rob me!"

Ha! I'd almost say Dany and Jorah had fun with this little bit of espionage if it weren't so serious.

... Wait. Hold on. old white-haired guy? Not... It's not Barristan Selmy already, is it? I almost forgot he existed, it's been ages.

... no. "Arstan." or is he? ... I'm probably just going to assume that's Barristan in disguise until evidence otherwise. Just saying, Arstan sound's a little like Barristan.

Also, can we talk about the fact manitcores come in freaking pocket sized? I need some. just a dozen or so, I'd get them a terrarium and everything.

... Dany was not kidding about the repeating threes in her plot at the moment. Even three ships to carry her ho- wait a minute. That's not the plot! Ooohhhh, something's going to go terribly wrong with the boats, isn't it?

"- But the ships that bring me home must bear different names." "As you wish," said Arstan. "What names would you prefer?" "Vhagar," Daenerys told him. "Meraxes. And Balerion. Paint the names on their hulls in golden letters three feet high, Arstan. I want every man who sees them to know the dragons are returned."

I do like the symbolism in the name choices, but speaking of name choices, I notice GRRM switched from "Dany" to "Daenerys" for this line.

I remember in a previous chapter, GoT, I think, I mentioned Dany's narrative voice changed her name to Daenerys when she was intentionally trying mental shuffle herself into a more cold hearted persona, so it's just interesting to see that name change crop up again when she's channeling her "conquering Khaleesi" persona.

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