#after years of thinking youre just a weapon or you just need to dish out revenge

[baiwu-jinji]

TGCF author's notes translation

@/camilikha on twitter kindly provided links to TGCF author's notes and I translated the ones I find informative and interesting. See translations below:

chapter 58 notes: The second book is all about the overconfident Xie Lian with delusions of grandeur and the tender little flower (mxtx means kid Hua Cheng) and their diaries of the downfall of Xianle. Word count is undecided, I'm never accurate at estimating word counts anyway. It's just like the xianxia I write doesn't fit into your regular xianxia, the royalty I write doesn't fit into your regular fictional depictions of royalty - just the outlandish made-up worlds and social customs in the author's imagination...

chapter 60 notes: If we put Qi Rong in a modern context, we could say that he has bipolar disorder.

chapter 72 notes: about the chapter title "To Meet You in the Mortal Realm; to Find Flowers Beneath the Rain" - eventually I feel that "To Meet You" is more romantic than "To Meet Someone". Just think about it, "meeting you" is one of the most romantic things in the world.

chapte 80 notes: Of course (HC) won't give (XL) a handjob or help him [...], but Huahua's sexual awakening starts with this incident... (XL is seriously obssessed with martial arts combat!)

chapter 88 notes: Xie Lian never gets tanned, I envy him... I finally reached this place - in a dilapidated temple, a god about to be forgotten and a believer who's still young - this is the first mental image I have about this story, which drove me to wrote the story. I'm the kind of person who'd make up a whole book just to get to write a certain passage...

chapter 119 notes: Actually Huahua is just being naughty and wants to joke around playing dead, who'd have thought...

chapter 123 notes: So Black Water made his appearance long ago, he's been hanging around before your eyes all along. Wind Master never knew the real Mingyi, it's always been the same person before him - and before you readers. (Black Water) officially recognized as Best Actor of this story! I've been holding it a secret for so long and so has he, now I can finally let it out.

chapter 141 notes: If you heat up Huahua in the kiln, he'll grow bigger~

chapter 175 notes: "Hua Cheng! Your diary! We've read it all!!!"

chapter 229 notes: Huahua low-key sucking up to the elderly to make a good impression

chapter 242 notes: Why do you like to spook yourselves? - why on earth would there be such plots as (XL) waiting for another 800 years - too long, impossible! Happy ending is around the corner!

SVSSS is my first work so it has some exceptions that I won't discuss here, but MDZS and TGCF both only have one main couple. I said this repeatedly in the author's notes when MDZS was being serialized and in other places. As for Mo Xuanyu, he is a little gay dude but he died at the beginning of the story so he doesn't count as a serious character...It's fine to have headcanons you like as long as you don't seperate the main couple. But for me personally, my taste leans towards having only one gay couple in the story, and I have no plans to write about another secondary couple. I'm stating this to avoid some unnecessary disputes.

XL is good at making pickled vegetables. Because pickled vegetables are needed with steamed bun and rice porridge, so XL became quite experienced after practicing for hundreds of years. Also you can just leave the pickled vegetable by itself most of the time and let it undergo chemical reaction. XL mostly fail because he get inventive.

XL and Mu Qing chose the same path of cultivation and are both Daoists. But Feng Xin never studied under a master at the Holy Royal Pavillion so he's not a Daoist and simply a plebeian martial god, so he doesn't need to observe the celibacy rules like XL and Mu Qing.

My passion for inventing new dishes (or rather weapons) cooked by Xie Lian is only slightly less than my passion for making Huahua change into new clothes

Huahua often turn into human forms, in which he has two eyes, so you guys can stop counting the number of his eyes.

In the setting of this story, if you want to be a god,you need to be a human hero first, which means you need to be the best of the best among humans. Only heaven officials who ascended are real heaven officials and belong in the Upper Court. How do you ascend? Firstly it depends on your personal ability, you have to be outstanding in some aspect (such as martial arts or literary talents) to enter the path of ascension. Secondly it depends on luck, if you're extremely lucky and a favourite of fate, and just picked up some rare secret guides (to ascension) or immortal pills by the roadside, that works too. Officials in the Middle Court are appointed, which means someone in the Heavenly Realm could promote you to that position. But Middle Court officials have the opportunity to become a bona fide Upper Court official too if they're capable enough.

Black Water indeed owes Hua Cheng a huge sum of money and is a very impoverished Calamity, seriously lowering the income standard of the Calamities (although there're only three of them). But his debt isn't completely due to eating too much. As for the money Black Water owes, it's an ancient debt - 40% is the cost of buying gifts for heaven officials of Upper Court and planting agents there (bribery!), 30% is maintenance fee for his territory and expenses on pet food, the rest 30% is food (for himself).

Talismans are probably the equivalent of the business cards (of heaven officials)... "Hello this is my consecrated talisman" = "hello this is my business card"

You can't get rid of ghostly essence (which XL is tainted with because he spends too much time with HC) simply by brushing your teeth with plain water...you need to use consecrated spell water (which is super bitter and weird).

The weapon forged by a heaven official is called fabao (literally "dharma treasure"); if it's a weapon forged by mortal Daoists and monks, it's called faqi (literally "dharma tool") - only after their ascension can their weapons be called fabao.

In my imagination, Xianle ia the kind of small ancient kingdom that's overall culturally Han, but has peculiar customs...although I feel like what I wrote on Xianle is mostly just peculiar hahahaha [facepalm] [beat myself up]

Not only are the forms, customs, cultures, and politics of countries in this story made-up, the kind of arcane stuff like occult sciences and philosophical values are all made-up. Although I did research but the records I consulted are too difficult to understand, so I just made things up on my own. Please bear with me If you're knowledgable in this sort of thing hahaha.

Puqi refers to water chestnut.

Look up "Blood-Soaked Fire Social" (xue she huo) if you're interested, it exists in real life and is very thrilling. What I wrote is different from the traditional festival, there're some made-up elements to make it more exciting

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian

[vivwritescrappythings]

Twenty-Five

eddie munson x gn!reader

A self indulgent fic for my birthday today. I always cry on my birthday, no matter what, and this was inspired by my own boyfriend who is so lovely and sweet and Eddie reminds me of him all the time. But, nevertheless, treated this one like a diary entry more than a fic.

or

You always cry on your birthday, and this is the year Eddie finds out.

tw: crying, talks about death, panic attacks, angst, hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader but also heavily girl coded bc this is a self indulgent fic about my own life and I identify as a girl, not proofread

Word count: 2.8k

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There’s something horrible about the way that time just keeps going no matter what. No stops, no returns. There’s no warning that something just happened for the last time, no flashing signs that say: Stop! You’ll never get to experience this again so savor it!

Everything just moves on and moves on and moves on.

Your thoughts are cyclical in nature, it takes you give or take 365 days to get to the same spot: crumpled somewhere private, crying. When you were young it used to be your parents’ walk-in closet, you would curl where your mother’s skirts met your father’s jeans and sob until you could hardly breathe. In your teen years the big meltdown would take place in your car, the beat up SUV felt like your own box of privacy to cry into the palms of your hands after school. You had to hide under the cover of your comforter in your dorm room, praying you were silent enough that your roommate didn’t notice.

This year is the same as any other, you feel like an anvil has been placed on your chest the second you open your eyes. Sunlight diffuses through the sheer lilac curtains over your bedroom window, tinging the morning with an eerie, dreamlike quality. Normally you find the color to be pleasant, mystical rather than gloomy.

Eddie is still asleep next to you, your gaze pulled to the gentle peace that has settled on his face. He’s never still and calm like this, you like to take your opportunities to absorb him in this state when possible. You resist the urge to press a kiss to his pink lips, deciding to let him catch these last few hours of sleep that you yourself have been deprived of.

He’s always been better at sleeping than you, the beginning few hours of most mornings spent on your own reading or watching some show in the other room. It doesn’t matter if you’re at his trailer or your apartment, you always wake up when the first dregs of sunlight hit your eyelids.

You pull yourself from bed with a soft groan, stretching and blinking in an attempt to ground yourself. Of course, it isn’t sufficient, the dizzy feeling of dread curling around your shoulders like a blanket as you emerge from your room into the modest kitchen of your single-room apartment. The bedroom door closes with a soft click behind you, just enough to shield Eddie and let him rest.

There are still a million tasks that you need to accomplish today. You’d made progress yesterday evening, dusting and scrubbing and rearranging every corner of your apartment in an attempt to make it look like no one had ever lived there. It was mostly accomplished, dishes still in the sink and pillows on the couch rumpled where you had been watching television.

While the coffee brews you set on your first task of the day, pulling the mixer out of a cupboard along with a large bowl you’d gotten from the thrift store. Baking while Eddie is asleep will be easier, his fingers no longer poking into the bowl for a taste or his puppy-dog eyes set on you like a weapon in an attempt to convince you to let him lick the spoon. The bowl you used to mix the cake batter yesterday sat in the sink, licked so clean that if you didn’t know any better you would have put it away.

It’s a miracle he didn’t make himself sick.

You put a record on to fill the emptiness, trying to keep your mind busy with tasks and noise so you don’t have a moment to sit down and think too much. By the time you flip to the B side, the red velvet cake you made was decorated in a thick layer of cream cheese frosting. You haphazardly press sprinkles onto its surface as decoration, not trusting your ability to pipe lettering on it.

It’s decent enough, you remind yourself to set your perfectionism aside as you return it to the cake stand in the corner of the kitchen and set about fussing with the rest of your apartment.

It’s easy enough to distract yourself while you have things to do. You don’t rest, jumping from one thing to the next in a journey that leads you from washing the dishes in the sink to straightening up the couch cushions to folding every blanket strewn across your living room.

But you can only keep going so long.

Eventually you run out of tasks, or out of steam. You’re not sure which hit first as you allowed yourself to fall onto the couch with a huff. The dread comes rushing back all at once, nearly paralyzing you as you gather up one of the meticulously folded blankets and cover yourself with it.

No matter what, no matter how many birthdays come and go, you always feel the same devastation of the years going by. With a start you realize that this is your first birthday that you no longer consider your parent’s house your home. It startles you, making you think back in an attempt to identify when the last time you referred to it as your home was.

What are they doing now? Surely they are awake by now, but they haven’t called. Probably giving you privacy, not wanting to wake you up in case you had a wild night to kick off your birthday weekend. It was rare, but it could have happened.

You should call them, but the thought of even talking to your mom right now is making your throat close. It’s all too much, everything is going too fast. You still remember your fourth birthday party, the one with the fairies and the cheap wings made of coathangers and your mother’s old stockings that all the little kids decorated. It gets you thinking about how you used to make crowns with her out of construction paper, emblazoned with crayon butterflies.

A sob wrenches from you before you even realize you are crying, it’s a horrible strangled sound that you hardly recognize as your own. Tears blur your vision as you check the bedroom door, praying that Eddie hadn’t heard.

After a few moments without movement, you let the tears fall and the misery engulf you.

It’s confusingly irrational and rational at the same time, the contradiction eating you up inside as you consider having an annual crisis over the inevitable death of your parents while still actively having the crisis. Your hysterics feel ridiculous, you’re twenty-five now, your frontal cortex is fully developed and you should be able to move on with the idea that someday they will be gone.

Gone.

Jesus. You wonder if every child feels this way or if you are the only one. The soft cushions of the couch welcome you as you slouch onto them, shoulders shaking as your face wedges into the corner of the sofa. Once the floodgates are open you can’t stop them, thinking about how there will eventually be a day that it's the last time you speak with them and you’ll never know it until it already happens.

You helplessly remind yourself that you always tell them you love them before you hang up phone calls, before you leave their home after weekend get-togethers and holidays and family dinners. But will you regret not spending more time with them? Will you look back someday and wish that you had spent more of your fleeting moments with people that were all too temporary despite the fact that they meant everything to you?

Do people with siblings feel like this? The solitude that comes with the idea of the death of a parent? You don’t know, doomed to be an only child and always carrying the burden of it on your shoulders and your shoulders alone.

You don’t know how long this meltdown lasts, crying and crying and crying about grief that is yet to happen, regrets you don’t even know you will have. No matter how hard you try to be rational and firmly rooted in the present, you find yourself mourning people who are still alive every year on the day that should be a celebration.

A gentle hand on your spine startles you from the spiral of your thoughts, shame and grief and guilt fraying your nerves as you choke on a sob. You stiffen like you are electrocuted, your shoulders curling in as you compress closer to the back of the couch.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Eddie’s voice is still groggy from sleep, raspy and soft in all your favorite ways.

You can only imagine his confusion, he probably woke up expecting you to be reading a book or finishing up your birthday cake instead of burrowing into your couch in a fit of tears.

Eddie has never been around for the quiet parts of your birthday, the moments where you hide yourself away and wallow. You’ve been friends for ten years now, dating for two of them, but you’ve still managed to keep this secret in the hollow of your heart and bear your misery alone.

“It’s okay,” you exhale, the simple words a staccato as you try to catch your breath. Your face is soaked with tears, you keep it mashed against the couch as you try to stuff everything you’re feeling back into the neat little box it sprung from.

He lets out a soft breath, his fingertips start to move up and down from the base of your skull to where your ratty and holey pajama bottoms hug your hips. “If it’s okay then what are you doing out here crying?”

You know the second you face him the temporary dam you have managed to build will come crashing loose. Eddie nevertheless manages to squeeze his long fingers into the space between your shoulder and the fabric of the couch, slowly turning you on your back to face him.

He looks so sweet, his hair gathered in a loose bun at the nape of his neck and his brown eyes round with concern as he looks down at you. Instead of sitting on the couch he’s kneeling next to it, his face closer to yours than you anticipated. You’re sure you look like a disaster, skin red and splotchy and eyes bloodshot. No matter how many times you rub the back of your hand across it you can’t stop your nose from running like a faucet and your lips are so swollen.

Eddie cups your cheek with a calloused hand, rubbing your tears away with his thumb as his brows furrow. “C’mon, baby, talk to me.”

The plea is so genuine that you immediately whine despite your attempts to steel yourself against your emotions. You burst into an additional round of tears, crying so hard that you are nearly choking. Despite your attempt to explain, your words are unintelligible, distorted by your sobs.

Eddie’s arms curl around you, warm even through the thin fabric of your sleep shirt. With no help on your part, he manages to pry you off the couch and into his lap, cradling you against the seat of the couch. As always, he just knows what to do.

He coaxes your head to find the curve of his neck, his fingers caressing the back of your skull as he remains silent. Rather than try to understand what’s going on right now, he just lets you cry it out.

Your tears soak into the back fabric of his cut off Metallica shirt, your arms winding around his torso as you cling to him. Eddie is so solid, he always has been when it comes to you. After knowing one another for a decade, he knows how to handle your storms, how to bring them down to a manageable size and get the gray clouds to go away.

Eventually the sobs slow, you take greedy pulls of air as your fingers twist in the fraying bottom edge of the shirt Eddie is wearing. He claimed there was something he found overstimulating about where the hem originally landed on his lanky frame, cutting it so slivers of his pale stomach were visible any time he moved. Your fingers pressed along the line of skin just above where the elastic of his boxers hung low.

“Do you, uh, just ever think about how everyone is gonna die?” In retrospect, you’re not sure if that’s how you’d phrase the question. It comes out mumbled and wet-sounding against his shoulder, your eyes squeezed shut as you attempt to explain.

He hums his acknowledgment, leaving you empty space to fill. It’s the telltale way he pulls things from you, knowing that if he doesn’t say anything you will babble to fill that silence.

“It’s stupid.” You squish yourself closer, briefly wishing that you could just sit inside his skin. “I just, uh, always think about how, like, when I get older on my birthday that everyone else gets older too?” The way you say it makes it sound like a question rather than a statement.

Again, just a sound of acknowledgement.

“It just is so shitty that everything goes so fast and my parents are getting older and someday I won’t have them and even though I’m older now I don’t even know anything and I have no idea how to do anything without them,” you babble, your gasping breaths interrupting the stream of consciousness spilling from you.

Now that you’ve started you can’t stop. “It’s like my birthday is a marker for how much time is changing and it feels so fast and I’m not ready to be by myself and get even older.” A few tears squeeze out of your eyes, your fingertips pressing into his torso.

“Why am I like this?” you whisper, the question defeated and soft.

“Because you are the most caring person I know, baby,” he murmurs in response, his arms winding around you completely as his hands rub up and down your arms. His cheek squishes into the crown of your head, his warm breath against your scalp. “But nothing is happening yet, and I know the way your brain works makes it feel so real to you even though it’s not real. It will be someday, but you can’t think about it like this right now.”

You nod slowly, trying to take deep breaths. The years of anxiety and guilt and paralyzing fear seem to melt away under his reassurance. “Never talked about this with anyone before,” you mumble into him, feeling deflated.

“You don’t have to do everything by yourself, baby,” Eddie says, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head. The two of you are in a tangle of limbs on the floor of your living room, holding each other close.

You nod against him, the simmering pot of emotions finally slowing down. “I love you,” you say, your words sounding thick and wet and so small.

“I love you too.” The way Eddie says it, you can hear his smile.

You don’t know why you keep this all to yourself, why you let everything bottle up and the emotions consume you. But you’re so thankful that it’s Eddie you have to talk to.

You finally lift your head, lip wobbling as you look up at him with wet eyes. His pink mouth is twisted into a smile, a kiss stamped against your forehead. “There you are,” he murmurs, a tinge of excitement in his tone like he just won a game of hide and seek. A hand comes up to wipe away the tears slicked across your cheeks, his calloused fingertips rough against your skin.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Eddie says, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The cliff you were teetering on feels so far away now, your ribs no longer cracking apart under the weight of your guilt.

“Thank you,” you whisper, a sheepish smile settling on your face as you tilt your head up toward his. Eddie presses his lips to yours without hesitation, a hand caressing your jaw as he kisses you with such a fervor that you don’t think you can ever deny the fact that this boy loves you.

His brown eyes are soft as you pull apart, flicking over your face before settling on your gaze. “Now, how about we get dressed and go get some birthday waffles from the diner,” Eddie suggests, nudging your cheek with his nose. “Your mom told me she always makes you waffles for your birthday, but with my luck I’d probably burn your kitchen down.”

You laugh, Eddie’s expression coloring with pride as the sound rattles from you. “Yeah, okay, let’s go,” you murmur, nodding as you start to stand.

Eddie joins you, looping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you to the bedroom of your apartment. He keeps pressing kisses to your forehead, whispering little quips to you that keep earning peals of laughter.

He’d bend over backwards or lasso the sun just to make you smile, and you realize that Eddie is your favorite present this year.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Gojo's wife feeding him her homemade desserts only for the main trio to walk in on them?

“It’s so nice of you to come visit me at work [Y/N]-chan.” Satoru cooed as you set out plates from the little picnic basket you had packed for the two of you.

You giggled. “You’re never going to stop calling me ‘-chan’ are you?” Despite being a woman, and married for several years.

“Nope!” Satoru confirmed with a grin. “Because you’re still cute, and you’ll always be my cute [Y/N]-chan.” You giggle again.

“Well, thank you Satoru-kun. Honestly it’s just nice to hear you call me anything at all. You’ve been so busy lately.”

“The life of the strongest and world’s greatest teacher.” He faux bemoaned. “These days, it seems to be one crisis after another. We’re all just sifting from one disaster to the next.”

“Optimistic Satoru.” You tell him. “But, at least we have sometime now.” Even if it was just his lunch break. “And, I made you something.”

“Pecan tarts!”

An American dish that Satoru was fond of. Probably because it was more brown sugar & butter than pecans. The weren’t a popular dish in Japan though. So it wasn’t like the rest of his sweets he could just pick up en mass whenever he wanted. They had to be made special.

“You always take such good care of me [Y/N]-chan.” Satoru cheered with a grin. Already helping himself to the tarts.

“At least try to each a vegetable too.” You encourage as you offer him a some of the cold vegetable salad you made as well.

Satoru grumbled, but took a couple pieces for his plate anyway.

“Gojo-sensei, have you seen….?” The sound of Megumi’s voice broke out, before he just let himself in, came over the quiet of their lunch. “Oh. Hello [Y/N]-san.”

“Hello Megumi.”

“What is it Megumi-kun?” Satoru asked. Sounding like his usual cheerful self, but you could tell it was strained.

“Mai-senpai was looking for her jian, Coiled Viper? She said you borrowed it.”

“Why would I need her sword?” The older man asked. Clearly offended in thinking he would need a physical weapon to do anything. He was the weapon. “Go check the supply closet. Maybe someone put it there with the rest of the training gear.”

Megumi nodded once. Then apologized with his goodbye, before he let himself back out. “He’s still a good kid.”

“He’s ok.” Satoru agreed.

He tried to return to his tarts and his wife when the door flung opened again. “Gojo-sensei! You need to tell those idiots to stay out of my closet!”

“What now?” Satoru asked. His voice getting more strained.

“Those perverts went through my closet!”

“How do you know they went through your closet Nobara-chan?”

“Because all of my stuff was moved around and one of my skirts was missing!”

Satoru sighed and turned back to his lunch. “That wasn’t them.”

“Who could it have been then?!”

“Not them, that’s all.”

“How could you know that?! If it wasn’t them, then who could have gone through my stuff!”

“Because it was me ok! I borrowed it for a joke.”

“Satoru!” You hiss. To which he sighed.

He then promised to replace it, and anything else she wanted, if she would just stop yelling and leave him alone. Nobara huffed but still turned on her heels and left. “What?!” Satoru snapped. Feeling your piercing gaze. “It was just a joke.”

“…pervert…” You mutter before sipping your tea. Satoru sighed again.

“Look, I’m sorry. I get it was childish and dumb, but we were just playing around. Don’t be mad at me. We haven’t spent a lot of time together and I don’t want to mess it up.”

It was your turn to sigh before you nodded. “Ok.” You supposed he was right.

Satoru smiled, then leaned over the table to give you a kiss. One that almost made it, until the door opened again. “Gojo-sensei—"

“What?! What is it now?!”

Yuji stood at the door, startled like a deer at his teacher’s outburst. “I uh…sorry…I’ll just go ask someone else. Sorry.”

He carefully closed the door and Satoru hung his head in defeat. “Damnit.”

“You shouldn’t have yelled at him.”

“I know.” He agreed as he sat back down. “I guess I’ll have to apologize to him too.”

“It seems a little crowded here today.” You tell him. Packing up the lunch, which had been barely picked over, and handed it to Satoru. “Try to eat something later and I’ll see you when you get home. I’ll stay up.”

“It might be really late.”

“I’ll get an iced coffee.”

Satoru smirked, then leaned up to give you a kiss as you pass. “Give Yuji one of the tarts. He’ll like them.”

“But then there will be less for me.” He bemoaned. “Alright, alright! Don’t look at me that way. I’m a good teacher, I swear!”

“I know you are darling.”

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[latoyalestrange]

CHANCES

Joel Miller x F!OC (fic?)

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Summary: Pre-breakout Joel and Tommy frequent a diner after work. Partly for the food, but mostly for a certain waitress that has caught Joel’s eye.

Words: ~1k

Warnings: age gap (legal ofc), swearing, typical tlou things

A/N: Please let me know what you think! First fic I’m writing in a while. If this is well received, I’ll definitely keep it going for you guys. 

Saturday night. Not quite as busy as Friday, but busy enough to make you question if the money you make at this place is worth it. But Jessie thought the same thing last Saturday, and the Saturday before. It was an endless cycle for her and thousands of other college students trying to make ends meet. 

For Jessie in particular, this was her second shift of the day. Her first was spent at her mother’s hair salon; answering phones and sweeping up ungodly amounts of hair. It was boring, but, god, she wished she was there instead of at the diner.

At this moment, she was trapped in a conversation with a particularly talkative regular. She could hardly even understand him with the countless other conversations going on around her and the crashing of dishes being thrown in bus tubs. She mostly pretended to be engaged in the conversation.

As overwhelming everything was, Jessie kept her cool. She always did. No matter how rude or insufferable a customer was acting, she kept a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. She felt it was the perfect weapon, truly. In a world where being a young woman meant you were at a disadvantage, being overly kind and never letting anyone see they had bothered her was her defense mechanism. 

“Hey, smiles!” 

Ech. Jessie hated that nickname, but it snapped her out of the one-sided conversation she was stuck in. She reluctantly turned to meet whoever called her. To her surprise, it was someone she actually enjoyed talking to. Her smile returned as she left the old man to greet them. 

Tommy and Joel Miller were two of Jessie’s favorite regulars. At least twice a week, they would come in to visit her. Jessie always thought they just really liked the food, but it was hardly good enough to come in twice a week for. They were here for her. Well, Joel was. Tommy was there for moral support. 

“You’re just in time. I thought I’d never get away,” Jessie leaned up against the side of the booth as the two brothers sat down across from one another.

“You looked like you needed saving,” Tommy played along, sharing a knowing look with Joel. 

Joel never talked nearly as much as Tommy. The most he would say was a few awkward lines of small talk and the occasional compliment if he worked up enough courage. Jessie took his shyness as just that. She thought his clumsy conversation starters and stuttered compliments were charming. She found him charming. A family man at his core, good with his hands, and not to mention, he was definitely easy on the eyes.

“What did you get up to today? Anything interesting?”

“Nope,” Joel retorts almost immediately, earning a giggle from her. “How was your day though?”

Tommy looks at Joel, a bit surprised that he actually sounded smooth. When the brothers were younger, Joel had no problem talking to women. After all, he taught Tommy how to talk to women. But it had been years since Joel had even wanted to try dating. He kept himself busy with Sarah and work and he liked it that way. The less time he had to himself, the less time he had alone with his thoughts. 

“Better now,” She almost mumbles, putting her pen to her notebook. “The usual?” Tommy smiled at Joel as he struggled to find the right words for a moment, caught up on what she said. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Tommy replies politely for him. 

“You got it.” Jessie turned on her heel to return to the kitchen and put in their order. She kept a noticeable sway in her hips as she walked away, knowing that the boys are gentlemanly, but they are still men. And she was right.

“What was that. What did that mean.” Joel demands in a quiet voice, looking sternly at Tommy. 

“Dude, she was flirting back! I told you it would work!” The brother exclaims in a hushed tone. A blush instantaneously formed on Joel’s cheeks and he covered it with his hand, playing it off as if he’s smoothing his facial hair down. 

“No fuckin’ way, she didn’t mean it like that.” He looked around nervously to make sure she hadnt suddenly appeared and could hear everything they were saying. 

“She definitely meant it like that. She looked back to make sure you were looking at it too.” Joel kicked him under the table, making him laugh. 

“Shut the fuck up, man,”

“No, I’m serious--”

“No, shut up!” Joel said lowly through gritted teeth. Tommy turned to see Jessie arriving at the end of their table, two coffee’s in hand. 

“Don’t make me separate you two.” She joked, setting the mugs down in front of them. 

“He started it,” Tommy played along, making her laugh. Joel couldn’t help but smile at the sound. 

“Behave. I’ll be back to check on you.” She turned away again to help another customer. Joel watched her leave again, not in a disrespectful way, but almost as if he wanted to savor every glimpse and angle he could of her. Her silhouette was engraved in his brain and he could picture her face perfectly. Her sunkissed skin from the Texas heat and wavy brown hair was constantly on his mind. 

“You look like a creep right now.” Joel glared at Tommy, finally breaking his gaze from her. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Tommy,” He lets his head fall into his hands as his elbows are propped up on the table. He rubs his eyes and rubs his temples. “I can’t get her out of my head.”

“I can see why.” Joel opens his eyes again to see Tommy looking somewhere out of his field of vision but he doesn’t have to look to know what he’s looking at.

“Don’t look at her like that. She’s not like the girls you go after.”

“Oh, yeah? What kind of girls do I go after?” Joel glared at his brother again as he sipped his coffee now that it’d cooled a bit. 

“She’s different. She’s confident, funny, she’s...everything that I’m not.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that. You are Joel fuckin’ Miller,” Tommy poked a strong finger into his brothers shoulder. “You were swimming in it before you had Sarah.”

“That’s not who I am anymore, Tommy--”

“I know, I know. You’re a man now. And she is a woman.” Joel rolled his eyes and relaxed in the booth behind him.

“She’s…something.”

“I know, I know. You’re a man now. And she’s a woman.” Joel rolled his eyes and leaned back into the booth behind him.

“She’s…something.”

“She’s…something.” 

“She’s...something.” 

#the last of us #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller smut #the last of us smut #hbo #tlou #tlouhbo #chances #tv #tvshow #pedro #javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena smut #javier pena fanfiction #agent whiskey #agent whiskey smut #agent whiskey x reader #joel miller x oc #pedro pascal x oc

[drunkewok]

Tiger Inside

Chapter Nineteen

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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WC: 3.1k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an unknown enemy.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and do not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

Please do not copy or repost my work

11 years prior

I pulled a stool out as I took a seat at the counter, my mother humming as she tended to a heated pan placed atop the burner. The welcoming aroma of dinner filled the home, evoking comfort and peace as she turned to me with a smile. Stepping from her spot at the stove, she handed me a bowl of fresh kimchi, also placing a serving bowl on the counter for me to transfer it into.

“Could you cut this up for me, dear?” I nodded as I began to cut through the kimchi in front of me, creating perfectly bite sized pieces. Her soft hums of a melody lost to the wind filled my ears as she collected the dishes needed to set the table, placing them alongside the utensils before re-entering the kitchen and glancing over my shoulder to check my progress. With a gentle thank you, she took the bowl from me and carried it to the table as well before returning back to ensure the pot wasn’t burning.

The door clicked open as Jiho made his way down the hall, dropping his bag across the backside of the couch and crossing over to the kitchen, taking a deep breath to enjoy the smell enveloping the room.

“Smells good in here, what are we having?” He took a seat next to me, leaning his arms forward on the counter.

“Tofu stew, are your father and Jungkwon on their way in?” Jiho responded with a hum and a nod, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs.

“They’re just dropping some things off in Dad’s office.” Jiho tried to peer over my shoulder as I scrolled on my phone, taking interest the moment a message appeared from the top of my screen. “Who’s Ilsung, eh?”

“Yah!” I quickly turned off the screen, pressing the phone to my chest and staring at him in bewilderment. “Keep your eyes off my business!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be talking to boys right in front of your brother then.”

“Oh no, she’s already talking to boys?” A hand rests on my shoulder, my father peering over and glancing between me and Jiho.

“Are we going to need to have a talk with him? Can’t have just anyone talking with our y/n” Jungkwon leaned against the counter with arms crossed, grin spreading cheek to cheek with a chuckle.

“No uncle! My god, he’s just a friend from school, can we please not do this?” The heat radiating off my ears surely was leaving them to turn into red beacons of embarrassment

“How about you three leave her alone at least long enough to eat your dinner, it’s just about ready.” My mother spoke from over her shoulder, putting the final touches on the stew as father crossed over to her and placed a kiss on her cheek, both hands settled on her shoulders.

“Thank you dear, but Tiger and I are going to need to eat in my office tonight, we have some business to take care of.” With a sigh and a forced smile mother took two bowls and poured the hot soup into them, handing one to each of them and shooing them off, then pointing the spoon towards Jiho and I.

“Don’t think you two are getting out of eating with me though, I need my company.”

I watched as the trees swayed in the distance, the yard framed by their tall stature and encompassing me within it as I curled up on one of the loungers on the back deck. The churning feeling in my gut never vanished from the night prior, leaving me uneasy and suffering from another restless night. I had instead chosen to pull myself from the warmth and comfort of my bed, letting myself sit outside and soak up the moonlight with the cool breeze of night brushing against my skin.

I hadn’t spoken to my uncle since parting with the family, and hadn’t had a moment to even contemplate getting back into contact with him since I came back, but seeing his possible ties to these operations at least left me with a little comfort that I hadn’t.

The prospect of getting to see someone who had once been considered family should be leaving me elated, not with a knot tightly formed in my gut and the fear that I was without a father because of his hands. I let my head rest back against the cushion of the chair, my slow breathing leaving clouds as the heat traveled into the cold night.

Through closed eyes I couldn’t see the light from the kitchen flick on, casting a subtle glow over the deck around me, then someone stepping out and covering my body with a warm blanket. My eyes opened to observe Chan taking a seat next to me, looking out to the star speckled sky.

“Any particular reason you’re choosing to sleep out here tonight?” He pulled his legs up onto the lounger, leaning back with his head resting, hands interlocked over his stomach as he gazed up.

“Couldn’t seem to fall asleep, so I just came out here for some fresh air.” My eyes followed his up to the sky,

“Isn’t it a bit cold?”

“Well, yes, and I forgot to bring a blanket out with me, so thank you for that.” I pulled the blanket up my chest, covering more of my body with its soft warmth. Sitting in a wave of silence, we studied the stars above us, all twinkling among a sea of darkness.

“What makes you think it’s him?” My head slowly turned towards Chan, his voice breaking the silence, still staring up to the sky like he hadn’t just brought him up. We hadn’t spoken about it since last night, Chan making the decision to allow me to calm down before we had the discussion.

“I mean…” My head fell back as I formulated my sentences before speaking. “The Tiger? That just feels obvious. Plus, there’s the fact that he’s always had easy access to my father.” Chan hummed a quiet response with a nod of the head, eyes still flicking between the stars in the sky.

“Doesn’t it feel too obvious?” He finally turned to me, a subtle look of confusion. “Would they really refer to him as Tiger so blatantly on reports like this?” I squirmed in my seat, uneasy about the different possibilities running through my mind.

“I don’t know, as much as I don’t want to believe it, it just seems like it makes too much sense.” I tried not to bite the inside of my cheek, nervous that in this state I might bite a hole straight through it. 

“Well from what I know, he’s been MIA long before your dad was even killed. Why would he appear out of nowhere now?”

“Maybe he’s been hiding because he’s had it all planned out from the start? I know if I was trying to keep a secret like this I would want to be far from anyone’s prying eyes, if I’m out of their minds they wouldn’t suspect me, right?”

Chan gave a soft sideways nod, contemplating the possibilities, our prolonged silence now melting into the night sky.

“Have any favorite constellations?” His words were quiet, as though he was speaking secretly, in fear of waking an imaginary creature beside us. He wanted to change the subject, and I would gladly entertain the derailment of the conversation.

“I can’t say I’m really familiar with any to be honest, I just find the night sky pretty.”

“That one right there is Ara.” Chan’s hand reached toward the sky, finger pointing to a dull cluster of stars among the bright sea. “It can be a bit difficult to spot, because the stars in it don’t shine very bright, but it takes homage from an old poem, in which Ara is the altar that Zeus and the other gods took vows at before defeating the titans.” I hummed in acknowledgement as I tried to focus my eyes on the soft glow of the stars within his line of sight, a gathering of muted light peeking out from behind the bright clusters.

“Do you spend a lot of time looking up at the stars?” I said with squinted eyes, still trying to properly make out the constellation.

“I understand wanting some fresh air when sleep is hard to come by, and when the world is dark and quiet, your eyes are drawn to the lights in the sky, are they not? The stars tell us stories beyond ourselves, they hold memories much farther back than you and I.” My head slowly turned in his direction as he continued, resting his hands behind his head as his string of consciousness came to an end with a relaxed sigh.

“Well shit, getting all philosophical on me now.” He let out a chuckle as his head rolled to face me, shadows casting across his face, blocking him from the glow of the house.

“Guess I let myself get a little carried away there, didn’t I?” The two of us exchanged quiet laughter, settling back into our seats as I tucked the blanket back under my chin. I bit my lip as my eyes studied the dark ground beneath us, no amount of jumbled star talk being enough to provide the relief of distraction.

The gears within my mind were grinding against each other, the lingering speed of their rotation far from enough to cause the spark of an idea. The power and reach of Tiger JK was far beyond what the nine of us could accomplish, we needed more strength.

More strength. There it is.

“If it is him we’re talking about, we might want to get more people involved, don’t you think?” Chan’s head snapped in my direction, brow raised in confusion. “Have some backup.” My eyes had grown wide, a subtle smile growing on my mouth hanging open, it finally clicked.

“Yeah but who-”

“I’ll be right back.” I quickly cut him off as I tossed the blanket off of me, fumbling to get up from my seat with the sudden surge of energy before making my way back towards the house.

“Careful with your arm please!” Chan hollered out to me as he stood, collecting the blanket from the chair and following me inside.

“I’M FINE” My voice carried back as I swung the door open and rushed inside, my thoughts far too distant from the restrained arm still glued to my torso. Chan held back in the kitchen as I stumbled up the stairs, swinging my bedroom door open and snatching my phone from my bedside table, shuffling through the contacts as I ran back to a confused Chan downstairs.

As I pulled out the stool at the island and took a seat, Chan had just finished putting a kettle on the stove, and grabbing two mugs from the cabinet and setting them before us.

“Here.” I clicked the contact I was searching for and placed my phone face up on the counter, spinning it and sliding it across from him. He squinted for a moment, eyebrows scrunching as he tried to comprehend the info before him.

“G-Dragon? Like Big Bang G-Dragon?” His eyes slowly rose to meet mine in confusion. “How do you-”

“They used to work heavily with my dad when I was younger, so they were around a lot. Right after I left though I know they started running their own system so they weren’t really working with him anymore so we fell out of touch.” I pulled my phone back, staring at the screen before blacking it out and slipping it into my pocket. “They were like brothers to me.”

“Damn, you were just building a family of some of the strongest players and you didn’t even realize it.” He leaned back against the counter with arms crossed, his lips pressed into a line as his eyes trailed off, clearly going deep into thought. “But you said they’re doing their own thing now? How do we know they can be on our side? Especially because if they were working with your dad, don’t you think there’s a chance they could be working with Tiger JK now?” I hummed with a nod as I took in his words.

“That very well might be a possibility, but something in my gut tells me we should at least try.”

Chan reached for the kettle just as it was about to whistle, trying to prevent the shrill noise from carrying through the quiet house and waking the members. Pulling the mugs towards him, he slowly filled the two before pushing one towards me, the tea bag floating so carefully at the brim.

“Well if that’s the case, we’d need to facilitate a meeting with them so I can properly talk with them. Somewhere other than the house, we can’t bring them here until we know for sure they can be trusted.”

“No, I get that…” My head tilted as I tried to think, what would I even say to him the moment I tried to reach out? How could I convince the group to at least sit down with Chan and the rest of SKZ to try and formulate an alliance? Suddenly, an image of a far too familiar meeting space flashed across my mind, my eyes slowly rising to meet Chan’s in a silence of hesitation. “What about Blossom?”

“What?” I could tell he was wary, caught by alarm from my sudden suggestion.

“Blossom. It has a conference room in the back. Plus, I know the place like the back of my hand, it’d be like having home field advantage in case things did go south.” I mindlessly tried to take a sip of my tea, the liquid still far too hot and promptly burning my tongue as I hissed and sat the mug back down.

“But your friend.” He was now leaning back on his hands, his face morphing into one of concern. “It goes against the one thing you asked of me, to keep him out of this.”

“Listen, it’s killing me having him so distant now that I’m here. He not only needs to finally learn about this, but he’s bound to learn at some point anyway. Let me ease him into it slowly, having him can also be an advantage. Seongho and I can tend to guests as normal and be the eyes and ears outside while you all deliberate.”

Chan bit the inside of his cheek, contemplating if this was truly the best course of action. He couldn’t deny the upper hand they would have in the situation by my plan, but the list of variables just kept growing, and that number also increased the chance of failure.

“Trust me, Chan. Just give me some time back at my apartment to work on Seongho, I know I can make this happen.” As my sentence finished, Chan’s eyes broke from him and met something in the doorway behind me. I turned to find a disheveled Minho standing at the entrance of the kitchen, clearly awoken from his slumber with his hoodie pulled over his head of messy hair. Without a word he crossed to the fridge, digging himself out a late night pudding.

“You aren’t going by yourself that’s for damn sure. Plus, you need to at least wait until your arm is out of the sling.” His eyes followed Minho as he silently dug through the silverware drawer, then peeling the seal of the cup back and dipping the spoon into it. “Actually, perfect timing Minho. You’re gonna go stay at y/n’s apartment with her.” Minho just about choked on his spoonful of pudding at the statement, both of our eyes sharply on Chan as we let out a perfectly synchronized

“Excuse me?”

"You heard me.” Chan took a sip from his mug, unnervingly calm as he tried to suppress a snicker at the response garnered by his command, instead closing his eyes and savoring the drink in his hand. “It’ll be good for you two anyways.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Minho dropped his pudding onto the counter, now fully awake and ready for debate. “Why the hell are we going to her place?”

“Not quite yet, after she heals a bit.” Chan motioned toward my arm with the mug in hand. “We’re going to be formulating a meeting with Big Bang, but y/n here is gonna get us in the door at Blossom for an offsite meeting. But in order for that to happen, she needs to get her friend on board with us.”

“Oh fantastic, and let me guess, this is all her idea?”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means it doesn’t sound very thought out.” Minho finally turned in my direction, “Especially because I’m now getting stuck with you and your friend who doesn’t necessarily like me. But don’t worry, the feeling is mutual.”

'“In Seongho’s defense, you haven’t particularly made a good first few impressions on him.”

“Maybe if he stopped butting his nose in where it didn’t belong-”

“Okay you two.” Chan snapped his fingers between us, breaking us out of the direct focus we had on each other. “Yes, it was her idea. But I don’t see you thinking of any, Minho.”

“Why can’t like, Felix or someone else come with me?” Chan’s eyes quickly stopped on me, his look now less of amusement and more irritation.

Oh no, not the Dad stare.

“Minho’s going with you. End of discussion.” He stood from the counter, making his way to the archway, stopping to leave one final demand before leaving. “Both of you go to sleep, especially you y/n. Drink your tea, and no more freezing to death outside.”

I turned back to Minho, now leaning back against the counter with arms crossed, staring at the floor in frustration.

“Listen, I didn’t ask for this okay?” Minho responded with nothing more than a faint grunt, then grabbing his pudding and following after Chan. I dropped my face into my unrestrained hand, rubbing my fingers into my eyes as I groaned. On one hand, I get to go home for a bit, settle into familiar surroundings once again. But now I have to bring Minho into that space, and I’ll have to play mediator between him and Seongho on top of that.

I stood and collected my mug, flipping the light off behind me before heading back up to my bedroom.

“Goddamnit Chan.”

Next Chapter

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[formyloveoflove]

Okoye's New Nickname

some cute, unedited fluff to get the juices back flowing. Enjoy some Puppy Dog! Attuma and Tsundere! Okoye

The aunties at the market started calling her "ithunzi ezibini," and she groaned every time she heard it. "Two-shadowed," she was, and she couldn't argue with them. Not when she had a 6 foot something man of blue skin following behind so close that one could not separate her shadow from his.

"Attuma," he had announced two months ago when she cleaned up after a Wakandan-Talokanil joint training day. It took close to two years for a treaty to be official, and once it was, he wasted no time in making her acquaintance.

She gave him a puzzled look before responding back with her own name. She continued placing weapons and machinery where they belonged doing her best to ignore the heated glance beaming from across the room. Once she finished, she quickly exited the sparing room. However, every turn she turned he was there. Silent, but there.

Once she made it to her front porch, she stopped him with a hand to his chest. A warmth that he felt even after he decided back to the sea later that night. "I don't think so, fish," she said. Her face was stern as Griot translated her words back.

He palmed her wrist in his hand, fiddling with her kimoyo beads, recognizing it as the source of this mysterious voice.

"Next time," he whispered as he pressed her wrists to his lips. "do not use this. I wish for my language to fall from your tongue once more."

Okoye snatched back her arm with a look of alarm and confusion. "Get off my porch, shark man," she gritted through anger.

"Use my name, Okoye of the Midnight Angels," he laughed. "I wish to be on your tongue, too."

After that, he always found her, and they stumbled their ways through conversations in their native tongue. They have established a rhythm: she leads, he follows. Everyday, no matter what. He would help tend to her rhinos, make play with her hippos, clean her base boards on Sunday, wash her dishes after every meal. Even when she insisted she was fine, he would respond, "You do not have to be helpless for me to assist you. You just have to be near." And it made her heart stop every time.

"Ithunzi ezibini," an auntie who sold mangoes called out to her. "Where is your shadow?" The warrior shrugged, considering that even the Mighty Attuma needed a break. The day after that was fine, too, but when a week passed, and no sign of the General, she couldn't stop herself from being worried.

After training, she had caught Namora in the hallway. She seemed taken aback that (1) the former tip of Wakanda's spear would call out to her and that (2) she would have so much fear in her voice.

"Do you know why Attuma has not returned?" her back straight as if awaiting an order. Her eyes were as stern as they were warm. She was a tough woman. No one could argue that. But her feeling were so strong, and Namora couldn't help but see her comrade mirrored back.

"Is your question 'why he is away?' or 'when he will be back?'" Namora pried, holding her laughter back until Okoye quickly turned the corner away from her.

It unnerved her how used she was to his presence. She missed how he would tap on her shoulder whenever she got a treat from one of the stalls. How he promised to take a small bite as he unhinged his jaw. Or the sound of his laugh when she snatched her dessert away.

At 3am, she woke up to a heavy knock at her door. The culprit: a bruised and bloody Attuma with a dashing smile and a wobbling stance.

"What are you doing here?" Okoye whispered, pulling him in swiftly yet gently and placing him on the couch.

"I heard you missed me," he smirked.

"I said no such thing," she shouted back to him as she retrieved her first aid kit before plopping back onto the cushions

"If I should bleed out into the ocean, you would feel nothing?" he whispered against her lips. Sly as ever as he struggling to keep his eyes open.

"I did not say that either."

I'm so deep in my AUs that I had to go back to my roots!

#attoye #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #black panther wakanda forever #oneshot #fluff #okoye #attuma

[distressednoise]

Cassian necked five pints at the airport and spent most of the flight asleep under Brasso’s coat. Brasso has no real memory of him moving, but when he reclaimed his jacket it was loaded with trolley-sized bottles of JD, and now it clinks tellingly as Brasso makes his way through the resort’s cramped corner shop.

The owner squints at him from the far side of the international crisp aisle, and Brasso wants to say I’m not your problem here, but that wouldn’t be strictly true. Brasso has been part of the problem since he was twenty three and didn’t dob Cassian in for stealing from his young offenders’ apprenticeship. Since then they’ve been two halves of the same crime: the guilty party (outside, smoking, getting sworn at in Catalan by 12 year olds) and the one responsible (inside, clinking, making a resigned, supervisory face at the cashier).

When he pays up the cashier peers judgementally into his basket, as if 90% of his clientele aren't after the same combination of Pot Noodle, cans and overpriced factor 10. Brasso's about to make a joke out of it when he says, "You need to get him to stop that," with a nod toward the door, and Brasso turns to see Cassian has negotiated a truce with the children by handing out the last of their cigarettes.

"We're down by the beach," Brasso promises. "We won't be around much." Those are both lies, but he can keep Cassian out of view, probably. Stash him between the novelty beach towels and racks of glittery jelly shoes and hope his hideous fucking patterned shirt blends in. The only reason Brasso hasn't been ripping him about it constantly since they set off is that it's so awful he suspects it was Clem's.

He gets forty Richmond just to make the cashier glare and heads outside to discover what sort of trouble has coalesced around Cassian in his absence, only to find that the children have been dismissed and Cassian is staring at him, face hard, nails newly bitten. "You've brought us to the shitty island," he accuses, as if he thought they were going to Ibiza. He'd actually been uncharacteristically passive while Brasso threw this whole thing together, so maybe he did.

"We're on the Pegla's-nan's-free-apartment island," Brasso corrects him. "Sorry it's not ideal for a rager."

"I know you're decrepit - " Brasso is twenty nine, thank you "but not all of us have given up on life."

"You said you needed to lie low."

"That doesn't mean be bored."

"What did you think it meant?"

"I - " Cassian flounders. "I just didn't expect to be here."

"Cos you didn't fucking help," Brasso points out, but he doesn't add that Cassian brought this on himself in the first place, and in return Cassian takes one of the creaking carrier bags for the schlep up the hill.

"Pegla likes you better."

That's true, Brasso thinks, but people tend to like doing things for Cassian more. He's fun to indulge: wide-eyed enough that you feel good about helping him, shifty enough that you feel rebellious doing it. He could have found himself a bolt hole easily. There's no real reason for Brasso to be here at all. Well, no - to stop Cassian drinking alone and making another set of terrible friends, maybe. To stop Cassian filling the flat with anyone else.

The flat, when they find it, is wedged in the middle floor of a relative high rise, four white-and-terracotta rooms groaning under the weight of Pegla's nan's knicknack collection. There's not a single surface that isn't occupied by a doily or a commemorative plate or one of a seemingly endless set of pink clam shell ashtrays; the clock and the fruitbowl and the light fitting are all bakelite relics from the days when the only good household fixture was one that looked like an exotic, sunbursting weapon; every dish in the kitchen is smoked glass; every furniture that can be nested, nests.

"That's 'your place or mine?' answered, then," Brasso says, dumping his suitcase in a bedroom largely given over by a set of ragdoll donkeys in the costumes of the world.

"Girls will love this," Cassian shouts from the kitchen. "We bring them here. We give them some sangria. We give them tea from a clock and… whatever this is -"

"It's for oranges." Brasso's nan had one. Had the clock, too, and a similar rug. The whole place feels like it should smell of tinned potatoes and death.

"- oranges, on a plate with the queen's face. They'll love that. We take them out on the balcony - "

"Are you sure you've done this before?"

"Trust me, we go out onto the balcony -"

"We go over to the hotel," Brasso says, "and we pretend we're part of the all-in, and then we have sex in the pool like normal people."

"We're lying low."

"Not this low, I'll have nightmares." The donkeys have multiplied since he came in. "Come on."

"I don't want attention."

"That's a fucking lie."

"You're not supposed to encourage me," Cassian complains. He's right, but fuck it - Brasso's on holiday too.

#this year i am doing a version of nanowrimo called Just Fucking Write Something #where i Just Fucking Write Something every day for 30 days #and am not allowed to shame delete it #and then hopefully then my brain will start being creative again #this is super rough and only getting posted for accountability reasons #pretend you do not see it #cassian is a terrible tourist in every reality #brassian magaluf au

[imagineanime2022]

Perfect Pair

Kalluto Zoldyck!Brother X Sister!Reader (I don't think there are any pronouns mentioned so could probably be read as a brother as well)

Word Count: 738

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello! I was wondering if you could a write kalluto x big sister reader where the reader is the third oldest sibling of the zoldyck family (older than killua but younger than milluki and illumi)? I hardly see any stories about kalluto getting the family love he deserves

Warning: Guns, Family discord, Illumi hate, Killua hate, hate on the relationship between the two

You were born a year after Miluki and 7 years before Kalluto and while you were one of the most laid back of the family, you were also considered one of the most dangerous, you never failed a job.

While Illumi and Miluki were busy being mildly unhinged and obsessed with Killua all of the time, you were spending all of your time with Kalluto, when he was young they would often find you sitting with him rested on your chest telling him stories about all of you recent jobs, you’d always be playing with his hair as he fell asleep, you taught him how to do normal things like use a knife and fork or hold a normal conversation.

When Kalluto got old enough to choose who he wanted to be around, he always came looking for you and no matter what you were doing you welcomed him, you were the one the introduced him to the paper art that shaped his nen ability and you took him on his first job.

You were lying on the sofa with your arm over your face and Kalluto burrowed into your side. You literally felt Illumi walk into the room “how can I help you big brother?” You asked. “You were supposed to be watching Killua.” He glared down at you and you picked out to look at him. “And I told you that I was supposed to be looking after Kalluto.” You said as your hand tightened around your little brother, keeping him secured at your side. “Lower the blood lust you’re scaring him.” “I don’t care.” Illumi answered, one of his needles between his fingers, you hand reaching down to grab the gun that you slid under the sofa, both of you drawing your weapons to an attack position, you pointing your gun at Illumi��s head and he his needle up to throw it at the centre of your forehead. “What’s going on here?” Zeno asked as he walked into the room. “I was just asking Illumi to get out because he was scaring Kalluto.” You answered, taking the safety off of the gun. “Enough both of you.” Zeno ordered, both of you dropping your weapons, you sat up carrying your younger brother with you as you stood up, Illumi reached out to grab your arm which you dodged easily. “Don’t touch me.” You glared at him “with all the people watching that kid he doesn’t need me watching him too, Mum hasn’t let him out of her sight anyway.” “I got you in trouble.” Kalluto frowned and you shook your head. “No, it wasn’t you, big brother is just a little annoying.” You answered as you went to find another room for you to help Kalluto with his nen control.

You were all sitting at dinner that evening, Kalluto was sitting next to you, you could feel Illumi glaring from across the table “if you keep looking at me like that I might have to change the oldest member of the family.” You warned him as you piled more food on Kalluto’s plate after he finished his first dish. “There was an incident today.” Your Father said. “You both drew weapons on each other.” “I mean I could have drawn blood.” You shrugged. “This is not a joke.” Your father said. “I’m not joking and he’s honestly pushing his luck.” You muttered as you pointed the knife across the table at Illumi “stop with the threats and oozing blood lust. It's annoying and unsettling for the younger members of the family.” “Why are you acting this way?” Your Father asked. “I’m just protecting my younger brother, while you're all flapping around the prodigal son, I’ll protect the others.” You answered, finishing the food on your plate before standing to leave, Kalluto jumped up from the table grabbing your trouser leg and following after you, you smiled down at him as he wrapped his little hands around yours and you both headed off to find somewhere as far away from your older brother as possible. “They’ll be perfect.” Your mother gushed as the doors closed behind you. “Mmm.” Your Father hummed. “She definitely wants to protect him, he makes her want to fight.” Zeno added. “We’ll see how perfect they are together.” Your father said as he continued eating, Illumi looked at the door you left from and frowned, he hoped that you didn’t ruin Killua too.

*Part 2*

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[steddiejudas]

Don't Blame Steve

TW: Smut whoops

“Hands!”

“Yes, Chef!” Steve yells, running as fast as he dares to the sous without being reprimanded for creating a hazard. The saucier he had been stationed with shoots him a warning glare, and he knows after this rush he’ll have his ass handed to him on one of the maitre d’s silver platters for abandoning his position, but he’s been given explicit instructions. When the sous calls, he is to run, not walk. He can take the wrath of a measly saucier if it means his chef de cuisine won’t be involved in this particular dispute. 

The man is horrifying, a dark void that pulls everyone in with his initial charisma, only to snap in an instant and leave you feeling like an empty shell of your former self. He runs his kitchen with an iron fist. Hopper himself would cower in Timothy’s presence. Not even swinging a bat into the flowering maw of a demogorgon could hold up to the terror he instills. The sous, though better, is no walk in the park either. She seems like a sweet woman at first, Rosie, but if her call for help goes unheeded there’s no telling what she may use as a weapon. Steve thought, based on this fact alone, that they may even get along the first time he saw her throw a metal spoon across the kitchen in a fit of rage, but this idea was quickly thrown out the window when he narrowly avoided an egg timer hitting him in the head with enough force he very well may have been on the receiving end of another concussion. And at the hands of a 54 year old woman no less. 

Steve comes skidding to a halt at Rosie’s side, close enough to smell the bourbon leaking from her pores and he desperately hopes she’s just horribly hungover. The last time she showed up drunk he went home with burns burgeoning on third degree. Why Timothy never picks up on this, or chooses to ignore it, he doesn’t understand — considering he once came in and was immediately reprimanded for his untied shoelace. 

“I need you on mise. Running low on shallots and cilantro for garnish.”

Steve tries not to roll his eyes, but well, he’s never been the best at keeping a handle on his facial expressions, and Rosie must pick up on some slight twitch in his expression or the exasperated sigh in his “yes, chef.”

“What? Do you think you have better things to be doing? We’re in the weeds and I’m running low on fucking garnishes. Maybe if you were half decent at staging I would have had everything I needed before we were getting fucked in the ass.”

“No, chef. I’m sorry, I’m on it.”

“Good. I don’t miss twice, kid.”

Steve spends the rest of the evening rush by Rosie’s side, dicing in silence like a well-trained dog. He almost misses the call for closing, overstimulated and exhausted both physically and emotionally. All through his closing duties, he’s berated by Sam, the saucier he abandoned firing dishes on his own. He almost doesn’t think he’ll make it through the night, but like always, he does, and drives home on autopilot, hardly registering the traffic as he listens to one of Eddie’s heavy metal tapes to release some of the tension thrumming in his veins. Since culinary school, he’s developed more of a taste for Eddie’s music, finding comfort in the thrumming baselines and heavy drums that make his teeth rattle with how loud it blares through the speakers.

He trudges up the stairs to their apartment, his every muscle alighting in pain. His head is pounding, and he tries to remember the last time he drank water, but days are starting to blur together and he’s not sure he even has today. Still, none of that can stop the smile that erupts over Steve’s features when he sees Eddie waiting for him with dinner set out on the table, despite it being 10 o'clock at night. 

“Hey baby. Rough day?” And Steve just melts into the way Eddie can read him in an instant, falling into his arms with a heavy sigh. He nods silently and inhales Eddie’s scent. He’s just showered and he smells like sandalwood, Steve’s favorite scent. It reminds him of the fact that Eddie changed the bodywash he uses when he discovered that tidbit of information. Eddie isn’t even a particularly huge fan of sandalwood. He doesn’t hate it or anything, it just wasn’t really on his radar until Steve said something, and now he may even love it for the way it makes Steve nestle into his neck and take in deep breaths, sighing at the way it mingles on his skin.

Eddie is no chef and Steve knows that. He doesn’t expect perfection — in fact, after nearly 11 hours of perfection, he prefers a little chaos and junk food. Eddie always delivers, plating up a simple turkey sandwich and potato chips with a vase of flowers and candlelight. 

“I love you,” Steve sighs, settling into his seat which Eddie pushes in for him, leaving a kiss on the top of his head. 

“I love you too. And I saved you plenty of hot water for a bath when you’re done.”

Steve tucks into his sandwich, eating like he’s been starving in a desert for months. Eddie watches with pure adoration on his face, eating much slower and stopping Steve every couple bites to remind him to drink the ice water he put out. After the first half (Eddie cut his sandwich into triangles. However juvenile, Steve has always found it easier to eat them this way and Eddie finds it adorable), Steve is ready to talk. He regails the evening and the vicious humbling he received after closing in as much detail as he can muster, but frankly the day starts to slip away as soon as he gets home. Maybe it’s the repeated trauma, but his brain has a way of compartmentalizing in a matter of hours. There’s just one complaint that never seems to go away.

“And I’m not even getting paid for any of this!”

Eddie gave up asking if working in kitchens was really worth it after the first week. Steve’s answer was always the same. Despite the mental and physical toll, his goals remained clear. He was going to get through this stupid stage and get a real job in a kitchen until he could save up enough money to one day open his own place dedicated to all the recipes that made him fall in love with cooking in the first place, everything the kids loved when he experimented in the kitchen for them.

Eddie has to drag Steve out of his seat to the bathroom when they finish. Steve’s body aches so bad he could fall asleep at the table. It wouldn’t be the first time and Eddie isn’t letting that happen again, lest he be charged with Steve’s complaints of sore everything in the morning. He draws the bath and puts in epsom salt for the pain and lavender scented bubble bath because it eases the knot in Steve’s mind that has his shoulders permanently pressed to his ears. He helps Steve over the ledge of the tub and gently lowers him into the steaming water. It’s the perfect temperature, nearly scalding just the way Steve likes so he can enjoy the water’s warm embrace as long as possible. They remain quiet as Eddie massages Steve’s legs, working the knots out of his calves and running his thumbs up and down the arches of his feet. Steve lets out an occasional contented sigh, relishing in the fact that Eddie enjoys pampering him just as much as he needs it after a day like today. 

The few unpredictable strands of Eddie’s hair that can never be contained by a bun, no matter how neat, are starting to form loose ringlets. Steve reaches out to wind one around his fingers, moves his hand to his boyfriend’s steam warmed cheeks, and draws him in for a delightfully slow kiss. Eddie’s hands travel up Steve’s legs to his thighs, raising them slightly from the porcelain of the tub so he can run his fingers over his taught hamstrings like the frets of his guitar. He plays Steve nearly as well, no, better, and Steve sings his praises into Eddie’s lips.

“Feeling better?” Eddie asks, his forehead pressed to Steve’s, their breath intermingling in heavy puffs between them. 

“Much.” Steve replies. He closes his eyes and focuses on the sensation of Eddie’s fingers all over him. His firm, deliberate strokes graze higher up Steve’s thighs, ghosting between his legs and Steve chokes back a whimper. The bubbles hide the way he’s been steadily growing harder, but Eddie’s hands reveal all. He’s not always in the mood after work, but the princess treatment, as Eddie likes to call it, makes his heart swell… amongst other things.

Steve tries to stand, but the bath is still warm and Eddie’s hands hold him in place. “Just relax. Let me take care of you sweetheart.”

“I want to touch you,” Steve whines. 

“You will, but we can take it slow tonight, right?”

And Steve’s mind is foggy, sure, a combination of the long hours and Eddie’s expert touch, but he doesn’t think he’s that foggy until the words just kind of slip out of him. “Yes, chef,” he moans. 

A hand flies up to clasp over his mouth and his eyes go wide. Eddie is silent, watching like a hawk, his hand still and gripping onto Steve’s thigh in a vice grip. “I– I don’t… I’m so sorry. That just came out. Fuck.”

“Woah woah, hold on there big boy. It’s okay. Look, you don’t have to, I know you had a long day, but maybe just… say it again?”

“Y-yes chef.” Steve tries it out, wondering if it will feel foreign in his mouth, but it doesn’t. It feels natural, like an extension of himself, bearing himself raw to Eddie in a rare way he never has before. He wants to feel Eddie prodding at this part of him, taking him apart piece by piece like he has to every other aspect of his soul until now.

“Jesus christ. How does anyone get anything done in that kitchen with you around?”

“You say that every day.”

“Yeah, but now I mean it. You’re walking around all night saying ‘yes chef’ like an adorable little slut. I wouldn’t be able to think straight.” Eddie splashes Steve with the velocity at which he moves his hand to his dick, gripping tight enough to make Steve moan. His head falls back against the tub, the ends of his hair grazing the bubbly warm water. The contrast of cold porcelain against hot skin makes him realize just how hard his whole body must be flushing, damp from the water and sweat mixing on his skin. His hands find the sides of the tub and hold on for dear life as Eddie’s hand pumps and twists up the length of his shaft. He can feel Eddie’s eyes on him, staring, taking in every expression and breathy noise he releases. 

“Just relax, baby. I’ve got you.”

“You’ve got me.”

“That’s right. Good boy.”

Eddie’s hand speeds up, sloshing water up all around Steve’s chest. Heat pools in his stomach and Steve feels his balls draw up, nearing the edge in record time from the praise.

“Wait,” he says, dropping a hand down to still Eddie’s wrist.

“You okay?” Eddie asks, stopping instantly, concern lacing his voice. 

“‘M okay. I don’t want to cum yet. Want to fuck you.”

Eddie hums. “I thought I was taking care of you?”

“You can take care of me while I fuck you. Ride me into the mattress.”

“Fuck, Stevie. Let’s go.” Eddie helps Steve out of the tub, drying him just enough that he’s not dripping into the carpet. Steve’s skin is red hot, the heat bubbling over into Eddie’s chest as they collide in a sloppy kiss, hardly breaking apart as they stumble to the bedroom. 

Eddie pushes Steve down onto the bed and hovers over him, admiring. He’s hard and aching, leaking against his stomach and he pulls Eddie into him, crashing their lips back together so hard their teeth clack against one another. Eddie is still fully dressed and that just won’t do. Steve’s hands roam Eddie’s body, feeling and squeezing until he reaches the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. Eddie has new tattoos all over his chest, including Steve’s bat, and he loves to kiss over it, sucking bruises into the outline until it’s puffy and sticking out, raised against his milky white skin. Eddie undoes his belt hastily, pulling his pants and underwear off his hips until they fall to the ground with a clank of his belt buckle against the floor. 

“Lay back, I want you inside me.”

Steve groans. “You need to prep?”

“What do you think I do all day when you’re gone baby?”

Steve reaches around between Eddie's cheeks and sure enough he’s loose and pliant, ready to take Steve’s considerable girth. Steve twitches pathetically, precum spurting out of his tip all over the happy trail leading down to his pubes, thinking about Eddie laid out in their bed playing with himself, moaning wildly alone while he waits for Steve to trudge up the stairs to their little apartment with no promise he’ll even be fucked at all. 

“You ready for me?” Eddie asks.

“Yes chef.”

“Shit you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“I may have some idea.” Steve smirks, his eyes tracing over Eddie’s frame to his throbbing erection.

“Steve.”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.” Eddie straddles Steve’s hips and grabs his cock, lining himself up to sink down                       in one swift movement. 

The room is filled with the sound of their moans, their scents mingling together in a heady musk. Eddie’s hands find themselves on Steve’s chest, squeezing his pecks, a juxtaposition of soft skin and hard muscles sprinkled with thick hair. He bounces up and down at a ruthless pace, grinding his hips down with a little twist each time he sinks to the hilt. Steve falls apart under him, his face burying in the pillow beneath him, catching the cries and spit that pool on his tongue. He wants to plant his feet, drive his hips up and pound back relentlessly, drag more of those wanton moans from Eddie’s throat, but he’s so exhausted, the pleasure only adding to the led in his bones, so he lets Eddie take what he needs, let’s him dedicate his heart to Steve’s pleasure. He’s going to come already after being driven to the edge not five minutes earlier, but he needs to stave it off, hold back until he can be painted with Eddie’s cum. 

But Eddie knows him all too well. Knows every sound, knows the meaning of every pleasured grimace on his face. “Don’t wait for me honey. I want to make you feel good.”

“Can I…”

“Cum inside me baby. Want to feel you fall apart while I milk it out of you.”

Those words are all he needs, coming in thick ropes that paint Eddie’s walls. Steve is sensitive, crying out Eddie’s name as he keeps riding the last of Steve’s hard on, chasing his own pleasure. 

“Come on, Chef.” Steve wraps a hand around Eddie’s dick, stroking him hard and fast. “Need to see you cum on the fly, please.”

“Fuckkkk,” Eddie moans as he cums all over Steve’s chest. He falls boneless into Steve’s open arms. Steve wraps his arms around his neck and rubs a gentle hand up and down his back, kissing the hair matted with sweat against his forehead. 

“We need another bath.” Steve giggles.

“I’ll get a wash cloth. We can shower in the morning,” Eddie sighs, squeezing Steve back and letting his affection pour out in droves. He lifts himself off of Steve and feels his spend leaking out and making a mess. “But maybe we sleep on the couch tonight? I’m not changing the sheets.”

Eddie scurries off to the bathroom so he doesn’t drip all over the carpet and returns a couple minutes later to towel Steve off. He picks Steve up, throwing him over his shoulder to carry him to the living room, neither of them being bothered to even put on boxers. Eddie puts on a movie and they drift to sleep in each other’s arms, a tangle of limbs and shared body heat so they can both fit on the small couch. The next morning they shower together as promised before Steve has to leave for the restaurant. All day, with every call of ‘Yes, chef!’ he can’t help but think of Eddie and smile to himself. He doesn’t think working in a kitchen will ever be the same again.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #18+ minors dni #chef!steve #life is beating the shit out of me but i'm back with the weird smut

[awakefor48hours]

I had a dream about this but I woke up prematurely so need help finishing it

Let's set the stage:

Version -- The only version of Vi is just from season 1 of Arcane (not from League of Legends) and the only Miles is just from Into the Spiderverse (not from any other Spider-Man/Marvel storyline)

Setting -- A metropolitan type area, similar to Undercity

That way they're in a situation that's catered to both of their strengths. Also to make it simple, there's no civilians nearby that they have to worry about.

Weapons -- They both have their normal weapons (Miles his web-shooters and Vi her gauntlets)

"But wait, I haven't seen Arcane" or "I haven't seen Into The Spiderverse" you might be saying. Well, under the cut are ways to understand their abilities more/basically a copy and paste of their wiki pages.

I've also made this playlist of all their fights in order so you can actually and understand see how strong they are and how they've changed throughout their story. (I still recommend giving below the cut a read).

Miles

Powers/Abilities

Wall Crawling -- Like any other spiderbeing, Miles can stick to walls.

Camouflage -- Miles can turn both his body and clothes invisible on command but if he's hit too hard, he can be visible again

Venom Strike -- Miles can control electricity and let it flow through his hands and even through his webs.

Super Strength -- Miles can lift 10 tons (10,000 kg). He can run faster and even endure head trauma and heal pretty quickly with little to no consequences.

Super Agility -- Even before Miles was bitten, he was already pretty agile but ever since he was bitten, he's been more agile than usual. But after he was bitten, he's been even more agile

Spider Sense -- similar to other spiderbeings, Miles can sense danger and his reflexes can kick in before he has time to consciously react and it even puts his fighting ability on the same level of an experienced melee fighter.

Weakness -- Despite his spiderpowers giving him a boost, he's still pretty inexperienced.

Vi

Powers/Abilities

Even though Vi is just a human, she's not weak in the slightest. She's very strong and has even fought people who are on the same level as Scorpion or the Rhino and won.

Boxing -- Vi has experience with boxing(and has even been analyzed by boxing professionals that her form is good and she could absolutely wreck you in a fight). There's also a scoreboard that shows just how well the main crew of act 1 were and Vi was always on top.

Endurance -- Vi can withstand a lot of hits. She's often covered in blood but still able to find strength within to stand up and fight afterward. The only times she's ever really stayed down after a fight is when she's pushed herself too hard and was surprised attacked.

Atlas Gauntlets -- The Atlas Gauntlets were originally made for miners and are powered by hextech (if you haven't seen the show, the gauntlets run on magic). Even though Vi has only been shown to use gauntlets as weapons a few times in the show, each time she does, she absolutely bodies anyone who gets in her way.

Agility -- Along being very muscular, Vi is also pretty agile. Even after being in prison for 5 years, she parkours to travel to most places and is damn good at it (dare I say, she's nearly as a good as a spiderbeing).

Weakness -- Vi doesn't always think everything through before she fights. While she can definitely afford to be that way, she had pushed herself too far before which is noted by Ekko saying "and you still block with your face." And can even noted when she tried to make a tricky parkour jump after getting stabbed and needed help just to stand up.

Overall, they're both experienced fighters and even have experience with fighting against super humans. They can both dish out a lot of damage, stay on their feet for a long time, and are able to take a hit.

*Also, I wrote over the course of a few days, so I don't know if I missed or overlooked anything. So if anyone wants to add anything, go ahead.

#my poll #poll #marvel #into the spiderverse #itspv #miles morales #spiderman #spider-man #arcane #vi #vi arcane #arcane netflix

[fuckingfinwions]

Your mind is fucking awesome. You've completely convinced me of Sam-Dean Maemags. What's the end point, in your opinion? Do they ever come together (in Arda, after the twins leave, post reimbodiment, etc) Hell, even Maedhros dying and leaving Maglor to live life alone like Sam had to live after Dean's death is a near match in theme. I am a romantic at heart and I like to imagine that somewhere thousands of years down the line they share their own little reimbodied corner of the universe just like Sam and Dean share a heaven. Maybe it's a fortress, or a cabin in the woods, or maybe just a little camp in a plentiful forest where they won't be bothered (or noticed, if they sleep in the same bed roll...)

The boring answer is that they never actually commit that final sin/devotion with each other before Maedhros dies, and once Reborn they're no longer trapped together alone. They almost never speak of "how things were in the end", and do their best to ignore how much they need each other. They try to build separate lives as separate people.

But like I said, that's boring.

I think they fuck at least once in the late first age, with a flimsy excuse, probably due to one of their injured pride.

Maglor does a bad job hiding in the woods one time and Maedhros hears someone moving nearby. Maedhros tells him to come out and face me, would you really sneak attack someone who's jerking it? Maglor walks into the clearing so that Maedhros will no it's just him, not an orc or a bandit, and will stop yelling and giving their position away to actual threats. Maedhros says "Maglor!" in surprise, and comes.

After that, the boundary is broken. The other of them might as well stay and keep watch while his brother masturbates. (At minimum Maedhros should get to see Maglor's O-face once, so the intimacy between them stays even with neither having an imbalance over the other (that's a huge lie.) But also it's maybe practical.) The one who's keeping watch has to keep his stare moving, alert for any danger. And when Maglor is masturbating he gazes at Maedhros, so he'll know in an instant if Maedhros goes on alert. Not because he likes looking at his brother while stroking his cock, of course. But they both notice - and say nothing about - that they come faster than when their brother was off in the woods giving them "privacy".

I like the idea of them reembodied in a little cabin together. Somewhere far up in the mountains where no one else goes. Maedhros goes into Tirion for Fingon's centennial birthday parties, and Maglor goes to the every twenty years greatest concert in Aman, and the both visit Nerdanel once a decade. Other than that they keep to themselves. Their family knows that each of them is off living alone in the wilderness, but not that they're doing it together.

They don't get many visitors, but even when they do it's not hard to hide that they're living together. Maedhros will claim to be just visiting, or perhaps Maglor will spot the visitor before they spot him and vanish into the trees for the entire visit. The house has one bed, a few clothes that are short on Maedhros and long on Maglor, a rocking chair and an armchair that perhaps are just fir the inhabitant's different moods. There isn't anything as obvious as only two bowls or plates, they packed up a full set or ceramic dishes and half of it broke when hiking in. So there are three mugs and five plates and two bowls, and you gave no idea how many people live there. The weapons in the closet might reveal that someone is here who favors the longsword, or the bassoon in the corner reveals a musician. But even Curufin, when he visits, just believes that Maedhros visits Maglor more often than he does. After all, the cabin is so tiny, two people could never get away from each other there for even a moment, no one could possibly share that space without going insane.

Fic rec: Strange Currencies by jouissant is about Maedhros being reborn in Valinor, after he and Maglor married each other mostly by accident when wandering dying Beleriand. And elves can see in each other's eyes when someone is married, so Maedhros is trying to avoid anyone else putting two and two together that the brothers were both unmarried when last people saw them, and then wandered off together. It's very good and very similar vibes to this.

#not archived yet #supernatural maemags #cabin layout is studio apartment but more so #the outhouse is separate and that's it #the bed is against one wall next to the fireplace which has cozy chairs in front and hooks for hanging a stew pot or roasting something #the bathtub is immediately to one side when you enter the front door and the dining table is to the other #there's a wardrobe for clothes and a giant sea chest full of weapons and everything else hangs from the rafters

[diludae]

If I may request, a thing where Diluc's crush falls in love with the Darknight Hero after being encountering him one night, but has no clue it's Diluc himself?

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾

I actually had a lot of fun writing this, the plot wasn't something I usally write and it was a good learning expierence. Thanks anon!

diluc x gn!reader // mutual pining, fluff // anon suggestion // enjoy! <3

TW: Talk about injuries, battle scene

Ever since the almighty Diluc Ragnvindr had rescued you from a hillichurl attack, facing you was his worst nightmare.

Not because he didn’t like you, in fact he felt quite the opposite. He had been pining for you for years, and once he thought he finally had a chance to court you, in came the “Darknight Hero.”

“C’mon Diluc. If you would’ve just SEEN the way their flames burnt everything to a crisp, you would be just as awestruck as I am.” He simply nodded as you two continued to walk through the woods of Wolvendom. Diluc was hoping he could make you his specialty dish tonight, but his supply of lamp grass was running low. You decided to accompany him to make the meal all the more sweeter.

“I’m still mad at myself for not even catching a glimpse of their face. Maybe then I would’ve been able to thank them. Do you think they live somewhere here in Mondstandt? Or what if they’re a wanderer? What if-” “Y/n.” Diluc paused in the middle of the road. You hadn’t walked too far in front of him before you turned around. Looking up, you saw a face that read of annoyance and anger.

All you could do was stand in a mixture of fear and guilt. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it angered you so much��” 

Diluc still stood silently. Was he annoyed by your presence? Did he not enjoy your company? 

After he finally registered what happened, his eyes widened. He didn’t mean to make you feel guilty, this was all his fault. “No, Y/n. I-I apologize, I didn’t mean to startle you. Let’s keep going.” The words he spoke were rushed, unlike his usual calm tone.

Neither of you had uttered a word for the next hour after the apology. The tension was thick, but it wasn’t like anyone was angry. It was simply awkward. Y/n didn’t have much else to say other than their appreciation and love for the Darknight Hero, and Diluc wasn’t a man of many words himself.

“There, this should be the last one.” You perked up at the sound of Diluc’s voice, finally breaking the silence. “All of the lamp grass we need has been collected, would you mind carrying them?”

“Oh, um, no problem Diluc!” You struggled to fit all the lamp grass in the small basket you brought. You crouched down to put the rest in your backpack, hoping that it would all-

“Y/N! LOOK OUT!”

Suddenly, a wild wolf jumped down from the hills below, inches close from sinking its claws into your skin for its next meal. A pair of strong and familiar arms tossed you to the side, successfully dodging the attack. 

“Run, go hide somewhere, I’ll find you. No need to wait for me.” He stood up, claw marks evident in his clothes. “I’ll be fine.”

You ran off into a nearby bush in order to keep a watchful eye on him. He drew out his claymore and flames surrounded the area. He kicked and launched his weapon across the trees, wincing in pain from the scratches he obtained earlier. His fighting style, his weapon, his flames, they were all familiar. 

The Darknight Hero, the mysterious vigilante you had fallen in love with, was Diluc.

A phoenix descended from his blade as the wolf was finished off. You emerged from the bush you were hiding in, quickly making your way to meet up with him.

“Diluc! Are you okay? Should I call for help? I can bandage you up if you need!” He slowly sat down on the burnt grass below him, resting from his injuries. You sat down next to him, leaning on his shoulder. 

“You’re the Darknight Hero, aren’t you?”

That was it. The question he had been begging you to ask, what he yearned for every night, had finally happened. You knew his secret, and he couldn’t be any happier.

“I am indeed.”

Your face flushed bright red as you realized all the things you said about him directly to his face. The way his flames danced effortlessly, and how he looked ever so attractive with his claymore… You said all of this, yet he didn’t object to it. In fact, it seemed as if he liked it that you were this down bad for him. He just didn’t like that you weren’t talking about him specifically.

A small chuckle escaped his lips. “You have said some pretty embarrassing things to me, haven’t you?” He placed a hand on your cheek. “You do look awfully cute when you blush.”

Diluc shifted his weight so his face was directly facing you. Before he could even make a move, you leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Now, it was his turn to blush. However, he couldn’t settle with just one quick kiss.

#diluc #diluc x reader #diluc x gn!reader #genshin #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #hoyoverse #diluc r #mihoyo #dilucr #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc x reader fluff #fluff #°✶ 𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙖𝙚 [𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘!]

[anadorablekiwi]

So as some of you know, I finally got Diluc after a long 2+ years of simping for him

And as i was chatting with Tellie about it, inspo struck

So here, have a half crack drabble about it 🤣

[while I obviously simp for Diluc, this isn’t intended as Diluc /Traveler ship lol. Moreso just me inserting myself in Lumine’s place 😂]

Drabble under cut~ (and a bonus scene that is somehow longer)

Kaeya smirked. “Took you long enough.”

“Diluc!!! Hang on, let me go get your stuff! I’ll be right back!” The Traveler ran off excitedly, greeting Gaming with caution.

Diluc huffed.

“Oh? Someone is jealous~” Kaeya said in a singsong tone.

“I am not.” Diluc frowned, eyes not leaving the Traveler. She collected various artifacts and materials, placing them in a box and happily chatting with Gaming, who was helping her.

“Here,” Kaeya offered. He held out a plate of mint jelly.

Diluc scowled. “What is this?”

“Mint Jelly of course! It’s your new signature dish~”

Diluc glared daggers at his brother.

Kaeya just laughed. “I cannot believe you. Jealous of a child? I would have thought the head of Dawn Winery to be above that sort of thing.”

“I am Not jealous.”

“Oh? Then why is it that you arrive the day after she gives your prefarmed artifacts and planned weapon to another Pyro user, with whom she is having fun?”

Diluc huffed. “Merely a coincidence.”

The Traveler came running back, box loaded with items.

“Here Diluc!! Your artifacts, and I prefarmed your ascension materials! I had originally prefarmed some talent books, but Mona needed them and you weren’t here yet so I used them, sorry about that. Oh! But today is the right day for the domain! So I’ll do a few runs of that right away! Here!”

She shoved the box into his arms, then retrieved two claymores.

“You have a couple weapons to choose from, both would be really good I think! I’ll be back again!”

Diluc smiled slightly. “Thank you. It is good to see you again, my friend. Don’t work yourself too hard for me.”

Traveler grinned. “It’s good to see you too! Don’t worry, I’m taking care of myself! Be right back!” And with that she ran off again.

Kaeya chuckled. “You know, she only sees Gaming as a little brother at most.”

Diluc’s usual grumpy expression returned instantly. “I’m aware.”

“Couldn’t handle another pyro claymore user in her heart, huh? Even if it’s familial?”

“Kaeya…” he growled.

The Cavalry Captain laughed. “Alright, I’ll stop. But only because someone is all geared up now.”

The two men stood in silence for an awkward moment.

Kaeya coughed, eyes studying the sky and pointedly away from his brother. “You know, Diluc, the Traveler isn’t the only one who missed you.”

Diluc froze, then the slightest curve of a smile graced his lips. “I’ve missed you, too, brother.”

~

Bonus Scene

“Sorry about that Gaming, I didn’t mean to take what I had only just given you yesterday.”

The boy flashed a bright smile. “Hey, no problem! From what you told me you’d been waiting for him for a while right? And it was intended for him anyways! I don’t mind.”

Traveler smiled. “Thanks for being so understanding. As an apology, i got something for you!”

The Traveler brought out a large box, labeled ‘For Gaming’ on the front in big red letters.

“Whoa, is this all for me?”

“Yup! Its all yours. And not just to borrow. Open it up!”

He opened the box, and his face lit up immediately. “Dang, how much did this put you out? You shouldn’t have! I promise to put it to good use!”

The Traveler smiled. “Turns out I had enough good quality artifacts to give you your own set already! I was planning on farming a set for you at some point anyways, and when I get the chance I’ll definitely see if I can get both of you even better ones.”

She retrieved a glowing blue and gold claymore from thin air, grinning. “This is also for you! Diluc liked the other claymore option better, so he said you can keep the five star!”

Gaming accepted the claymore, smiling from ear to ear. “Oh man, you’re trusting me with a lot of power here. But I promise you, its in good hands! I’m gonna ramp up my kung fu training and hustle hard, watch me!”

The Traveler giggled. “Don’t work yourself too hard now. We all need to make sure we’re taking good care of ourselves, or Kokomi will lecture us about it.”

“Right! You can count on me! Oh, and tell Master Diluc thanks for me! This is Dope!!”

“You can thank him yourself, I think he’s just right over there.” Traveler pointed off to the side, where Diluc was examining his new greatsword and pretending to not be eavesdropping.

He glanced up as they approached. “Hm? Did you need something?”

“Thanks for letting me keep the five star sword Master Diluc, sir! The sword is totally dope!”

“You’re welcome.” He then paused, a look of confusion on his face. “…’dope’?”

“Yeah! It means very good, or cool!”

“Ah, I see. Well, it was no trouble to me. This other sword Traveler offered me is just as good, so I decided to let you keep the one you had been using. Even if it is a little… less cool looking.”

“What do you mean, that sword looks epic! Is it magic or something?? How does it hold up so well?”

“Its a magic sword from the melusines over in Fontaine,” Traveler answered. It was a thank you gift for helping them out so much, and they poured all their love into it!”

She glanced at the sword, then giggled. “As did someone else I know it seems. I see Kayea has been babysitting Klee today?”

Diluc grunted. “Yes he has. She wanted to see this ‘super cool magic sword’ Kaeya told her about, and add some stickers of her own.”

“Aww, how cute! Are you good with kids then Master Diluc?” Gaming asked.

Traveler giggled, avoiding Diluc’s questioning gaze.

“I wouldn’t necessarily say that I am, but Klee seems to have grown fond of me regardless for some reason.”

Traveler grinned. Hanging out with Jean and Kaeya will certainly help with that I’m sure.

“At any rate, now that you two have officially been introduced there doesn’t have to be any jealousy anymore!”

“Huh? Jealousy? What do you mean Traveler?” Gaming tilted his head in confusion.

Diluc glared at Traveler, although there was no heat to it. “No one was ever jealous that I know of.”

Traveler clapped once. “Good! Now come on Gaming, I want to introduce you to some of the others. I think you and Razor would get along great! You and Bennett would definitely need some supervision though. Oh! And Fishl, it takes a bit to get used to her but she’s fantastic!”

Diluc watched the pair go, ignoring the warm feeling welling up inside him.

He has enough children he has grown fond of already, there is no need for another (as if his heart would ever pay his wants any heed).

~

#kiwi rambles #writings of a kiwi bird #not even gonna bother posting this to ao3 lol #and yes this is exactly what i did when i got him #including domain runs (9 to be exact) #i got lucky lol #only character mentioned i dont have is Klee #but shes too cute to not include lol

[dynjas]

Here's the list of writing prompts I’m gonna use. If u want to read something next pls let me know. The full lists can be found in my reblogs if you're interested. These here are sorted out to my liking :)

(these are 15 Word pages, omg)

“first comes love, then comes marriage~”- teasing dialogue over a crush

prompt list by @novelbear

"seriously? [name]? that's who you've been crying about for weeks?"

"i invited them over." "shut up, you did not."

"don't look but they're right behind you- I SAID DON'T LOOK??"

"aww someone's finally got their first crush~"

"is he cute? i bet he's cute let me see-"

"well now you have no choice but to text them, oops!"

"your ears got so red, it was hilarious."

"none of what you said made any sense, i can't believe they have you this flustered."

"should i try to ask around? i think you might actually have a chance- what do you mean no??"

"what- i was NOT smiling like that i have no clue what you're talking about."

"please, you were smiling like the cheshire cat when he came over. be serious."

"if him coming over actually gets you to do the dishes then i might have to get his number myself, damn..."

"i better be the first one you invite to your wedding!"

"so...are you finally going on that date or....?"

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roommates to lovers dialogue (but they’re scared to confess)

prompt list by @novelbear

“how do i look? do you think i overdressed for a [event]?” “no, you look perfect.”

“i’m so glad we moved in together.”

“no, you can stay. i don’t mind.”

“please don’t leave yet.”

[talking to a friend]“we live together! do you know how much i’ll mess things up if they don’t feel the same?”

“you looked pretty lonely in there, how about a sleepover in my room tonight?”

“you’ve been talking about this for months so i figured that maybe if i got it for you, you’d shut up.”  “i love you.”

“i hate changing these stupid batteries, i can never reach the smoke alarm.” “get down, then, i’ll do it.”

“did you get me flowers?”  “it was for decoration.”  “..in my room?”

“i need to tell you something. and i need you to not hate me when i do.”

“happy new year.”  “should we kiss?”  “what?” “what?”

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"i wanna be closer to you"

@urfriendlywriter |

hugs that feels like clench in your heart because you don't know when u might see them again

"don't let go yet" "i won't, sweetheart"

running into their arms after a long time ♡ and fitting right in

hoping it's them whenever the bell rings

just looking into each other's eyes while cuddling

always touching each other because they miss the feel of your skin against theirs

holding hands until their fingertips reach out of grasp

yearning kisses when they press their palm against your cheek, slightly lifting you up. never getting enough and parting lips always wanting more

feeling heart wrench when you see their face while they leave

when they're excited to show you something they're proud of through face time.

when they break into tears as soon as they see you. and the hug after

them having your picture as their wallpaper

"i--i have a day off tomorrow, do you want go somewhere?" "i just want to be in your arms, no matter where."

"atleast we share the same moon. it's so pretty that it reminds me of you"

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(flirty) training/ sparring/ injury prompts

character A giving B instructions on how to bandage their wounds

^ *wince* ”would it kill you to be gentle?” “if you didn’t want it to hurt, you PROBABLY SHOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN STABBED IN THE FIRST PLACE”

classic; A getting behind B to help them hold their weapon properly, guiding their arm, which just ends up in both of them getting flustered

“someone likes being pinned down”

“…” “i’m fine i swear” “..are you serious rn” “it’s just a dislocated shoulder! i’ll be as good as new”

medic x hero/villain/something that requires fighting yk and they’re always worried ab their partner because the careless mf is always getting hurt

(works best for enemies to lovers) after a particularly intense session, A helps B patch up their wounds which requires B taking off their shirt, and A is definitely not staring wdym

^ also B noticing the staring and being the cocky asshole that they are, feels the need to comment on it “like what you see?”

as a threat, “i’m going to mess you up so bad you’re not going to be able to walk for a week” while the response is; “is that a promise?”

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falling in love prompts

➼ "Please don’t touch me. I can’t fall any deeper."

➼ "This is all your fault. If only you weren’t so fucking beautiful and smart and funny and perfect, I might not have fallen for you.

➼ "I might be going a little crazy thinking about B." *C raises an eyebrow*. "Fine. Maybe a lot more than a little"

➼ "I want you to be my first and my last."

➼ "Are you in love with them?" "If I’m not already, I’m damn close to being."

➼ "We’re friends, right?" "I didn’t know friends kiss each other."

➼ "But…how could you love me?" "How could I not?"

➼ "I think I hate you a little for making me adore you so much."

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flirty prompts

"love, can't you see how wrecked i am for you?"

"be gentle with me, love, will you? I'm a soft lad :) "

"you have no idea how much i want you"

"i lay down every night hoping i could hold you in my arms."

holding gazes while their lips remain partly open!!! like they're outta breath

leaning towards you with a suggestive smirk

"mind saying that again?"

"tell me you want me" "i need you, [name], I need you so much it drives me insane--" they get kissed so hard they stumble back

"look at me like that again and you'll be ending up in my bed with no energy to walk the next day, sweetheart

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fluffy prompts for characters pining on each other :)

@urfriendlywriter )

"don't smile at me like that !"

grinning stupidly whenever they compliment you

their gaze often goes to your lips.

holding hands to comfort you

crouching to your eye level while they cup your chin, wiping your tears, "tell me what i can do for you." "stay."

"do you want to dance?" they lean against the doorframe, a pause before walking towards you with a fond smile, "if you insist."

"make me."

^ "wanna bet? i will." [IM *DEEP BREATH* *DIES*]

"if you had the guts, [name], you would have kissed me." "you think something is stopping me from doing that right now? :)"

"is that so? *subtly smirking*"

"what's your ideal type?" "you."

constantly touching. always finding reasons to touch each other.

"can you both just kiss and make up-" "*both of them* [NAME]-"

finding someone flirting with your crush, but all they have is eyes for you, and on you

"can i kiss you?" "took you so long to ask."

almost kissing. but somebody walks in. "HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE-" they grab your jaw and kiss you infront of them.

feeling hot all over the place after the kiss

"let me-- *adjusts your hair while cupping your face*--and we're good to go. shall we?

the hug after the confession. the warmth it gives!!

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roommates to lovers prompts

— “can i sleep in your room tonight? is that weird to ask?”

— “you need some real food. come sit, i made dinner.”

“i love you, i swear i do, but if you buy one more cushion for the sofa i’m moving out.”

— “please, stop brushing me off and just let me take care of you.”

— “so, uh… how’d your date go?”

— “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i was just so scared of ruining our friendship, you know it means the world to me. you do.”

— “thank you for looking after me last night.”

— “there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you, nothing at all.”

“look, i- i have to tell you something.”

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physical gestures

smiling during a kiss

pulling you by your waist

leaning over you while looking at your lips

cuddling and nuzzling your face into their chest

getting pinned against a wall

tipping your chin to make you look into their eyes

sitting between their legs as they dry your hair

placing kisses on your lovers shoulder and nape as they are bent down, trying to focus on their work though they're very hot and bothered

lifting you up during a hug and swirling you around

they roll on top of you, cradling your head between their hands as they kiss your nose

^ placing a kiss on your forehead as they mumble how pretty you are

going under the sheets to lie on top of them as they giggle and pull you up and close

hugging them tight without saying any words when they're having a hard time

holding your face in their palm as they smile widely before kissing you

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"if only you knew" - some cute and shy crush scenarios

prompt list by @novelbear

awkwardly laughing to try not to malfunction when they're given a compliment

smiling real hard when texting them

^ then realizing what they're doing and smiling even more because they just love this feeling

knowing the little things about them

praying that they don't notice their heart racing as they give them a hug

when they get a little too close and it's over

gazing at them from afar because they're just so...

"i think about you a lot." "aw, really?" [panicking] "no." "oh."

when they compliment something that they've been insecure about and it just breaks them

"you get flustered really easily...cute." "haha...thanks...i think. was that a compliment? why are you laughing."

unconsciously showing displays of affection (ex. playing with their hair, rubbing their hand with their thumb) because it comes natural when with them

^ but when they get called out for it, they scramble to find an excuse (and maybe give an unnecessary apology)

realizing that their crush likes them back and it's been clear as day.

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compliment prompts

— “you’re so cute when you’re half asleep.”

— “god, you look amazing.”

— “no one makes me feel the way you do.”

— “you don’t have to do anything. just being here, with me, that’s enough.”

— “there’s not a single thing i don’t love about you.”

— “i’d rather sit in silence with you than do anything with someone else.”

— “you’re just so lovable.”

— “i’ve always loved your [insert feature/trait], i think it’s one of the best things about you.”

— “i love you so much. i always feel like i don’t tell you that enough.”

— “i’d be nowhere without you. you’ve gotten me through so much.”

— “your smile always cheers me up.”

— “i don’t know if i’ll ever be able to thank you enough for all you’ve done for me.”

“you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

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“say you won’t let go”- some touch starved scenarios

prompt list by @novelbear

heart pounding whenever the other does so much as to hold onto their wrist while guiding them through a crowd

one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out

hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters

^^ the other notices so they pull them into a hug, smiling as they just watch them melt

"wait, don't go, please.."

"is this okay?" "it's more than okay."

already barely holding it together as they're getting their hand held but then they feel that reassuring squeeze and they just can't

wearing the others' clothes so that it can at least feel like they're hugging them, even for just a moment

feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there

^ trying and failing to hold back their tears as they do so

"can i have one more hug?" "aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere..."

when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine

breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much

their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer

holding onto a stuffed animal/pillow, imagining that it's their lover in their embrace instead

one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze

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“what did you just call me?”- some responses to pet names being used

prompt list by @novelbear

"can you call me that again?"

"did i make you uncomfortable?" "no! no, it just caught me off guard. i like it a lot actually..."

"no, you didn't just call me 'love' you said 'my love'. that makes a huge difference."

"hey, sweetheart can you grab that for me?" "you're talking to me?" "who else would i be talking to?"

"can you repeat that? i don't think i heard you..."

"why do you keep making that face when i call you that?" "because i love it, that's why!"

"that's a new one."

"you only call me that when we're alone.." "would you like me to say it louder~"

"you keep calling me tiny." "because you're pocket sized. a tiny little thing."

"hey, honey, what's that- what?" "you called me honey..."

"is that like a friendly nickname or?" [sarcastic] "yes, i go around calling all my friends 'my dearest'." "oh, really?" "no!"

"i'm still trying to get used to that, sorry.." "don't worry about it, it's cute."

"i love it when you call me that."

"i could get used to this..."

"darling?" "what? you don't like it?"

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kiss prompts <3

first kisses: a little unsure, a little nervous. lips lingering over each other but not touching. overthinking, almost pulling away, but then looking into their eyes and just going for it. it’s soft, gentle.

“i need you now” kisses: them fisting your shirt into their palms, your hands under their shirt, cold fingertips against their skin, and panting, moving down from their lips to their neck, soft moans that turn louder, shirts being pulled off haphazardly

“come back to bed” kisses: tugging on their hand when they get up, pulling them in, them slowly waking toward you and lean in, a soft peck on their jaw while you whisper the words

“are you sure about this?” kisses: pulling away from the kiss, their hair is in a mess and cheeks are red, lips slightly parted and longing eyes, waiting for what’s going to happen next, god they look so pretty

“ just fuck me already” kisses: hands in their hair, tugging slightly, heated and breathless, grabbing their clothing to pull them closer, but it’s still not close enough, ending up on the bed, hovering on top of them and kissing their jaw, going down to their neck and their whimpers are so cute

“can we do this forever?” kisses: getting pulled by your collar/tie, slightly surprised, but smirking too, “i love you” “i know” rolling eyes, “i love you too” and putting your arms around their waist, leaning in again

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friends to lovers prompts

— hugging and absentmindedly kissing their neck, resulting in mortification for one of them

— one being shorter and it being a source of great enjoyment for the other

— hang-outs that start to feel more and more like dates

— sleeping in the same bed, as they’d often do, but one morning waking up cuddling

— nickname turning into petnames

— one having to sit in the other’s lap when space is tight and them both blushing like crazy over it

— being overprotective of them in front of prospective partners

— one giving the other their jacket / covering them with it when they fall asleep

— sharing clothes in a totally friendly way

— valuing their opinions/approval above everyone else’s

— memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day

defending them against everyone, even when they’re not there to witness it

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Saying " I love you" without saying "I love you"

Forehead kisses, and smiling through the kiss

Resting their forehead on the other’s after a kiss

Tucking strands of loose hair behind their ears, with a thumb caressing their cheek

Interlacing their fingers with the other’s when they least expect it

Sleepy back hugs when the other person is busy whipping up breakfast in the kitchen, catching them by surprise

Just doing their own things in the same space; being so comfortable around the other even in their pyjamas

Holding both their hands while holding their gaze gently, just before leaning in for a kiss

Getting them something from the store when they only mentioned it in passing

Squeezing their hand reassuringly and holding their hand throughout an intense social situation (eg. a large school reunion which the more introverted person is dreading)

Kissing away their tears

^ and letting the other cry on their shoulder even when their t-shirt gets soaked from their tears

Meeting them where they are, mentally and emotionally; never forcing them to do anything they aren’t comfortable with

Wholeheartedly supporting their dreams, and putting that into action by making concrete plans for it to happen

Dropping the other person an encouraging text before an important interview/event

Surprising the other with flowers just because; no occasion and no reason needed

Picking the other person up from work when it’s getting late, and walking them right to their doorstep after

Good morning and goodnight texts

Writing little notes on post-its and leaving them in random pages of their textbook, so that they will get a little endorphin boost when studying

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OTP Prompts: Sleeping Arrangements

A sleeping on the floor while B takes the bed because they've got nowhere else to sleep.

Both of them sleeping on the floor because the other won't accept the bed and they don't wanna take it either.

One of them hears the other crying in their sleep, so they get up to go comfort them. As soon as they sit down at the edge of the other's bed, however, they're being pulled into a pair of arms. It's only then that the crying lessens, and they just can't bring themself to get up again.

They're both scared of thunderstorms, but neither of them want to admit it. They tell themselves they're doing it for the other person as they climb into A's bed together.

They get into a fight, but still have to share a bed at the end of the night because there's nowhere comfortable for the other to sleep.

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“i wanna hold your hand”- excuses for your characters to hold hands

prompt list by @novelbear

"your hands are cold...let me warm them up for you."

taking advantage of the fact that they're walking through a crowded place and holding their hand so that they "don't get lost"

maybe they get slightly jealous while out, so they grab onto their partner's hand to establish their relationship

"something's on your finger. give me your hand, let me see.."

pinky promising over everything so that it's easier to naturally intertwine their fingers with the others'

"okay, but if i'm right then you have to hold my hand!" "that's not much of a punishment but alright babes, whatever you say."

"can you hold this for me?" "there's nothing in your hand." "exactly."

going in as if they're just innocently fiddling with the other's fingers, then trapping them about thirty seconds later

making the effort to find where their partner is and dragging them by the hand rather than just calling them over to where they wanted them in the first place.

"you need me to hold your hand so you can read the instructions?" "it helps me concentrate!"

grabbing onto the other's hand out of nervousness

slowly intertwining fingers while the other is driving

"can you hold my hand?" "of course, my love."

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DIALOGUE PROMPTS (for writing)

? "I would do anything for you. you know that."  

? "okay, okay - i'll get my coat. you're lucky im such a good person."

? "you can"t be serious. it was. you all along?"

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touch-starved prompts

— “can… can i have a hug? please?”

— “oh, sweetheart- come here.”

— “how long has it been since someone hugged you?”

— “just hold me.”

— “is this okay?”

— “we don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to. we can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else.”

— “can i hug you? you look like you could do with it.”

— “are you blushing?! that’s adorable.”

— “it’s okay, baby, just let it all out. i’ve got you, i promise.”

— “you fell asleep in my arms. it was kind of adorable.”

— “please, never apologise for wanting to be loved.”

— “you don’t need to earn my affection, not now and not ever.”

— “i’m never more at peace than i am in your arms.”

“i never knew i could feel this loved.”

#prompt list #writing prompts #prompts I'm gonna use for lifeweaver x reader #lifeweaver x reader #Niran Pruksamanee #niran x reader #pls ask me if u have a request

[latoyalestrange]

IT’S NEVER OVER

Joel Miller x F!OC

Summary: Pre-breakout Joel and Tommy frequent a diner after work. Partly for the food, but mostly for a certain waitress that has caught Joel’s eye.

Words: ~2.6k

Warnings: age gap (legal ofc), swearing, typical tlou things

A/N: First official chapter!! I added a bunch of stuff so let me know what you think. I’m going to try to keep chapters at this length. Heart <3

CHAPTER ONE — WOMAN

MAY 1, 2003

Saturday night. Not quite as busy as Friday, but busy enough to make you question if the money you make at this place is worth it. But Jessie thought the same thing last Saturday, and the Saturday before. It was an endless cycle for her and thousands of other college students trying to make ends meet.

For Jessie in particular, this was her second shift of the day. Her first was spent at her mother’s hair salon; answering phones and sweeping up ungodly amounts of hair. It was boring, but, god, she wished she was there instead of at the diner.

At this moment, she was trapped in a conversation with a particularly talkative regular. She could hardly even understand him with the countless other conversations going on around her and the crashing of dishes being thrown in bus tubs. She mostly pretended to be engaged in the conversation.

As overwhelming everything was, Jessie kept her cool. She always did. No matter how rude or insufferable a customer was acting, she kept a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. She felt it was the perfect weapon, truly. In a world where being a young woman meant you were at a disadvantage, being overly kind and never letting anyone see they had bothered her was her defense mechanism.

“Hey, smiles!”

Ech. Jessie hated that nickname, but it snapped her out of the one-sided conversation she was stuck in. She reluctantly turned to meet whoever called her. To her surprise, it was someone she actually enjoyed talking to. Her smile returned as she left the old man to greet them.

Tommy and Joel Miller were two of Jessie’s favorite regulars. At least twice a week, they would come in to visit her. Jessie always thought they just really liked the food, but it was hardly good enough to come in twice a week for. They were here for her. Well, Joel was. Tommy was there for moral support.

“You’re just in time. I thought I’d never get away,” Jessie leaned up against the side of the booth as the two brothers sat down across from one another.

“You looked like you needed saving,” Tommy played along, sharing a knowing look with Joel.

Joel never talked nearly as much as Tommy. The most he would say was a few awkward lines of small talk and the occasional compliment if he worked up enough courage. Jessie took his shyness as just that. She thought his clumsy conversation starters and stuttered compliments were charming. She found him charming. A family man at his core, good with his hands, and not to mention, he was definitely easy on the eyes.

“What did you get up to today? Anything interesting?”

“Nope,” Joel retorts almost immediately, earning a giggle from her. “How was your day though?”

Tommy looks at Joel, a bit surprised that he actually sounded smooth. When the brothers were younger, Joel had no problem talking to women. After all, he taught Tommy how to talk to women. But it had been years since Joel had even wanted to try dating. He kept himself busy with Sarah and work and he liked it that way. The less time he had to himself, the less time he had alone with his thoughts.

“Better now,” She almost mumbles, putting her pen to her notebook. “The usual?” Tommy smiled at Joel as he struggled to find the right words for a moment, caught up on what she said.

“Yes, ma’am.” Tommy replies politely for him.

“You got it.” Jessie turned on her heel to return to the kitchen and put in their order. She kept a noticeable sway in her hips as she walked away, knowing that the boys are gentlemanly, but they are still men. And she was right.

“What was that. What did that mean.” Joel demands in a quiet voice, looking sternly at Tommy.

“Dude, she was flirting back! I told you it would work!” The brother exclaims in a hushed tone. A blush instantaneously formed on Joel’s cheeks and he covered it with his hand, playing it off as if he’s smoothing his facial hair down.

“No fuckin’ way, she didn’t mean it like that.” He looked around nervously to make sure she hadnt suddenly appeared and could hear everything they were saying.

“She definitely meant it like that. She looked back to make sure you were looking at it too.” Joel kicked him under the table, making him laugh.

“Shut the fuck up, man,”

“No, I’m serious--”

“No, shut up!” Joel said lowly through gritted teeth. Tommy turned to see Jessie arriving at the end of their table, two coffee’s in hand.

“Don’t make me separate you two.” She joked, setting the mugs down in front of them.

“He started it,” Tommy played along, making her laugh. Joel couldn’t help but smile at the sound.

“Behave. I’ll be back to check on you.” She turned away again to help another customer. Joel watched her leave again, not in a disrespectful way, but almost as if he wanted to savor every glimpse and angle he could of her. Her silhouette was engraved in his brain and he could picture her face perfectly. Her sunkissed skin from the Texas heat and wavy brown hair was constantly on his mind.

“You look like a creep right now.” Joel glared at Tommy, finally breaking his gaze from her.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Tommy,” He lets his head fall into his hands as his elbows are propped up on the table. He rubs his eyes and rubs his temples. “I can’t get her out of my head.”

“I can see why.” Joel opens his eyes again to see Tommy looking somewhere out of his field of vision but he doesn’t have to look to know what he’s looking at.

“Don’t look at her like that. She’s not like the girls you go after.”

“Oh, yeah? What kind of girls do I go after?” Joel glared at his brother again as he sipped his coffee now that it’d cooled a bit.

“She’s different. She’s confident, funny, she’s...everything that I’m not.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that. You are Joel fuckin’ Miller,” Tommy poked a strong finger into his brothers shoulder. “You were swimming in it before you had Sarah.”

“That’s not who I am anymore, Tommy--”

“I know, I know. You’re a man now. And she is a woman.” Joel rolled his eyes and relaxed in the booth behind him.

“She’s…something.”

After they had received their food from a runner, the hustle and bustle of the diner finally started to die down. They were almost finished with their plates when they were one of two booths left in the place. Jessie could be seen cleaning the bar, stray strands of hair falling in front of her face as she focused. 

“Do you guys need some more coffee?” She asked without looking up. It was quiet in the diner with the absence of the dinner rush. The boys sighed and looked at their half-empty mugs. 

“Better not, it’s late--”

“Sure! Thank you.” Tommy cut him off, giving him another sly smile. Jessie instinctively made her way over to the booth, coffee pot now in hand. Her tennis shoes squeaked against the cheap tile as she approached.

“One more cup couldn’t hurt, right?” She chuckled and grinned as she filled their mugs again. Joel was about to respond before he was cut off by who they presumed was her manager calling to her through the window to the kitchen behind the bar.

“Jessie, finish up those tables and you can go. I can’t afford you working over time.” The girl turned to meet her coworker. At least she was honest.

“Oh! Okay!” She called back politely. She returned her focus go the boys again. “Sounds like it’s my lucky day.” Sarcasm practically soaked her words, making Joel laugh heartily. She didn’t think it was that funny, but seeing him enjoy it that much made her giggle along. Tommy looked at the two with an inquisitive brow, slightly judging them.

“What time do you usually get off?” Tommy had to keep his eyes from widening in shock. Joel? Small talk? He hated it with a burning passion. If it wasn’t for the southern hospitality in his veins he wouldn’t engage in it with anyone. But with her, he didn’t mind. He just wanted a few more seconds of her time.

“Around eleven. Midnight if I’m stuck doing two people’s jobs.”

“I know the feeling.” Joel turned to Tommy, gesturing to him over the brim of his mug as he took another generous sip. Jessie chuckled again, letting her hand fall to Joel’s shoulder. Sparks ignited at the site and he tried to surpress the urge to force her hand back when she removed it casually. Tommy rolled his eyes but let them continue chatting. He hadn’t seen this kind of glow on his brothers face in years, and for that, he’d let it slide.

“You guys are carpenters, right?” Tommy nearly spit out his coffee.

“Contractors. We build homes and stores, stuff like that.” If anyone, meaning any other person than Jessie, had asked that question, Joel would’ve laughed in their face. But since it was her, he couldn’t care less. Her voice sounded like music to his ears. She could be insulting him for all he cared, he just wanted her to keep talking.

“Ooh, okay. Sorry, I hope that wasn’t offensive or something. Do Carpenters and Contractors get along?” She mused, this time earning a chuckle from both of the boys.

“Yes, actually, never say that again,” Tommy played along, making the group laugh harder.

“Well, I better get to it. Boss doesn’t like me talking to customers for too long.” She turned slightly, still letting her eyes linger on Joel. “See ya.”

“Sure.” And with that, she was waltzing away from them, that confident sway in her hips returning. Joel watched her leave, the glow on his face being replaced with a look of longing.

“You’re in deep shit, yknow it?”

“Hm?” His gaze didn’t falter.

“You’re in love with her.”

“What?” He was paying attention now, his head whipping towards his brother.

“You haven’t looked at someone that way since—“

“Don’t.” Tommy listened, forcing his mouth shut. He tapped his fingers on the table to release some kind of frustration.

“I’m just saying. She could be good for you.” Tommy said as calmly as he could. The table fell silent for a moment as Joel massaged his forehead with his calloused hands. Joel finally spoke up after a long moment.

“I know. I’m just trying to take it slow. Really slow.” His hands returned to his lap, but he still couldn’t look his brother in the eye.

“Fine. Just don’t make her wait too long.” They were quiet again before Tommy rose to his feet, fixing his belt. Joel followed, grabbing the ticket. He looked down at it in his hands. Her signature “Thank you!” was written in a graceful cursive with a heart scribbled next to it. Pink ink. Joel scoffed. His brother was right. He was in deep, deep, shit.

Out in the parking lot, where Jessie should have already left for the night, she was instead starting her car for the tenth time, just for it to sputter out.

“God fucking—“ She took her frustration out on the wheel, hitting it with her open palms over and over again. “DAMNIT!” She pulled herself out of the car, charging over to the hood and popping it up angrily. She looked down at the contents and realized she had absolutely no idea what she was doing. Her palm found her forehead as she stepped back in defeat. Tears had just begun to prick her eyes when she saw two men leaving the diner.

“Shit, darlin’ you alright?” His familiar southern drawl comforted her like a warm blanket. The brothers instinctively jogged over to her in concern.

“Yeah,” Her voice was trembling and unreliable. “Just car troubles.” She sniffed and wiped her face, hoping to hide the emotions she felt. Tommy sprang into action, turning the key for himself. A horrendous clicking noise erupted from her engine again.

“Oh, you just need a jump. I’ll pull the truck around.” His calm tone instantly made her relax as she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in.

“Easy fix.” Joel reassured her, joining her at the front of her car. She smiled softly at him, grateful. Tommy was on the other side of the parking lot and Joel saw an opportunity. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and flipped it open, taking out a thin card.

“Call me if you have car troubles again.” He teased, returning his wallet to his pocket. She stifled a blush unsuccessfully as she accepted the card.

“Thank you. Really, I appreciate it.” Standing with her like this, he saw her at a different angle. He drank up every bit of her with his eyes. Her gimmicky diner uniform that she despised openly hugged her curves in just the right spots. The way she looked up at him, he could almost sense a glimpse of yearning in her too. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. For a moment, they were stuck, wondering what the other was thinking. The roar of their pickup truck as it pulled in next to them jolted them out of their trance. Tommy hopped out of the driver seat and threw a duffel bag at Joel. He caught it skillfully and set it on the ground next to the wheel of the truck. Tommy popped the hood and stopped the truck. Joel pulled two wires out of the bag, one black and one red.

“Here’s negative,” He lifted one up to show her. “Here’s positive.” He clipped one to part of the battery and the other to a piece of metal next to it.

“Positive to negative and negative to ground,” He looked back at her as he straightened his back, still holding the other ends of the wires in his hands. “Okay? And never let these touch.” She nodded and grinned at him, unable to contain her blush now. He connected the other ends of the wires to mirroring spots under her hood.

“Start it up, Tommy!” His assertiveness sparked butterflies in her stomach. The truck roared back to life, almost making her jump. Joel took his position in her drivers seat, turning her key again. After a few tries, her car was resurrected as well. She gasped as if she’d seen a magic trick. Joel emurged from your car once again, a confident smile on his face.

“Thank you both so much. You saved my life.” The boys laughed.

“Just doing our civil duties, ma’am.” Tommy played along. “Be careful getting home.”

“Yes, please,” Joel added. He was a dad, he couldn’t help it. “And call me if you need me. Anything…” She smiled and nodded.

“Sure. Thanks.” Their gaze lingered like it had before. Neither one wanted to see the other go.

“Have a good night, Jess.”

“You too…” And with that, Joel reluctantly rounded the side of his truck and climbed into the drivers seat. Tommy took his place at the side closest to her.

“Night.” He smiled knowingly at her, making her look down bashfully at her ugly mandatory kitten heels.

“Yeah, yeah.” She turned to her car, hearing him chuckle behind her as she got in.

On her drive home with the windows down and her hair flowing behind her, she thought about a lot. Mainly, how the fuck she was gonna tell her mom about Joel? One thing she knew for sure, though, was she wanted to see him again. He might mean trouble for her, but she was willing to take her chances on him.

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✢⁎. larcei in garreg mach

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PERSONAL INFORMATION

GENDER. Female

AGE. 20

HEIGHT. 160 cm / 5'3

BIRTHDATE. December 28th, Gran 759 

CREST/HOLY BLOOD. Minor Od (though subject to change depending on her father)

CLASS. Blue Lions student

AFFILIATION. Kingdom of Isaach

BIOGRAPHY. Daughter of the legendary swordmaster Ayra. Arrived at the Officers Academy in search of her mother, whom she believes is still alive. Her skills with her blade are matched only by her red-hot temper, and her devoted spirit is both her biggest strength and greatest weakness. While technically royalty, her simple and blunt mannerisms are fitting of one raised alongside other orphans. She wishes to become the strongest version of herself that she can, echoing her mother's legacy so they can one day reunite.

PERSONAL HISTORY

Grann Year 759 ~ Born during the Holy Wars alongside her twin brother, Scathach

Grann Year 761 ~ Separated from her parents following the Battle of Belhalla, and placed in Tirnanog to be raised as an orphan

Grann Year 777 ~ Lends her sword to the Liberation Army and helps restore Isaach after its occupation

Imperial Year 1180 ~ Enrolls at the Officer's Academy at Garreg Mach

INTERESTS. Swordplay, Competition, Traveling LIKES. Light clothing, physical activity, festivals, stars, sweets DISLIKES. Injustice, feeling like a child, dishonorable combat, flowery language, laziness STATUS. Princess of Isaach, cousin of King Shannan of Isaach CLOSE ALLIES: Scathach, Lucina, Edward

DINING HALL PREFERENCES

LIKES. country style red turnip plate, saghert and cream, sweet bun trio, peach sorbet, pheasant roast with berry sauce, garreg mach meat pie, deirdriu-styled fried pheasant, sauteed jerky, sauteed pheasant and eggs, beast meat teppanyaki, gronder meat skewers, pickled rabbit skewers

DISLIKES. sweet and salty whitefish, small fish skewers, grilled herring, fish and bean soup, fruit and herring tart, fisherman’s bounty, fish sandwich, two-fish saute, cabbage and herring stew, bourgeois pike, super spicy-fish dango, spicy fish and turnip stew, pickled seafood and vegetables, scrambled eggs with vegetables, fried crayfish, daphnel stew, cheesy verona stew, gautier cheese gratin, vegetable pasta salad, onion gratin soup, vegetable stir-fry

DINING HALL NOTES

FAVORITE DISH.  ✧

"As a kid, I would've hit my brother over the head for somethin' like this!"

STANDARD DISH.  ✧

"You loaded up our plates with extras, yeah? Eating is just as important as training."

LEAST FAVORITE DISH.  ✧

"Are you sick in the head?! A-Actually, I think I'm about to be...!"

WITH SCATHACH.  ✧

"Remember when Edain used to make all our meals for us? I bet I can still eat these ones faster than you!"

WITH AYRA.  ✧

"This might sound silly, but... I've always wanted to do this with you... Mother...."

TEA TIME GUIDE

FAVORITE TEA. Honeyed-Fruit Blend, Tea of the Saints

CONVERSATION TOPICS. evaluating allies. reliable allies. tell me about yourself. working hours for guards. exploring the monastery. cats. past laughs. school uniforms. heroes’ relics. children at the market. hopes for the future. thanks for everything. shareable snacks. getting out of homework. creative pranks. making friends. close calls. a place you'd like to visit. sturdy weapons. potential training partners. the last battle. your ambitions. overcoming weaknesses. mighty weapons. i'm counting on you. someone you look up to. a new sword technique. equipment upkeep. the thrill of sweets. you seem different. favorite sweets. a new gambit.

TEA TIME QUOTES

GREETING.  ✧

(1) "I prefer staying on the move, but I'll make time for you."

(2) “Thanks for reminding me that I need to take a load off every now and then.”

(3) “I won't forget this, you know. Next time, it'll be my treat!”

FAVORITE TEA.  ✧

“Huh? Hey--Who told you I like this stuff?!”

FIVE STAR TEA.  ✧

“Woah... Isn't this a bit much? Hmph, if you're trying to impress me, save it. Last thing I need is another flower shoved in my face!”

BEING OBSERVED.  ✧

(1) "Don't tell me you brought me here just to gawk at me! I'll pull you into a stump if you don't buzz off!" (2) “Bored already? Me too. Let's get in a round of fighting after we're done.” (3) “Geez... I don't think I could ever get used to this kind of attention...”

QUIPS.  ✧

"Ah--That's hot!" "Just gotta stop drinking so fast...!" "Eheheh..." "Not bad!" "How are things with you?" "Reminds me of her..." "Yeah?" "It'll go straight to my legs." "What's up?" "I wonder what goes good with this..." "Hey!" "Hmm..."

ENDING.  ✧

"Heh, looks like I finished before you. Blink, and you'll miss me!"

FINAL COMMENTS.  ✧

(1) What did you think of my last battle? I've gotten a lot stronger since the time Lord Shannan had to save me! ANSWER. Commend, Chat (2) I've seen the way you guys do Astra. The form's all wrong! I'd teach it to you myself, but without the Holy Blood of Isaach, I doubt you'd get very far. ANSWER. Laugh, Sigh (3) This sword was an heirloom from my mother... If I lost it, I don't know what I'd do with myself... ANSWER. Nod, Sip Tea (4) Sometimes it feels like you're looking right through me. I wonder if I've grown predictable as an opponent...  ANSWER. Laugh, Sip Tea (5) l like my clothes light and easy to move around in, but there are places where it's always snowing! ANSWER. Laugh, Chat (6) Ever meet someone you want to believe in, but makes it so damn difficult? Sometimes I wonder if a hilt to the jaw would fix 'em.  ANSWER. Disagree, Admonish (7) Back in Isaach, we believe that every debt should be repaid--both the good and the bad. I'll never forget you doin' nice things like this, but cross me and I'll make you regret it. ANSWER. Nod, Sip Tea (8) Growing up, I used to watch kids get snatched up by imperial dogs. It was awful, and the things they would do to the girls... I used to feel so weak, being unable to protect them. ANSWER. Nod, Commend (9) One day, I'm gonna find her... And then I'll prove everyone wrong! They'll all see that everything has been worth it! ANSWER. Commend

MISCELLANEOUS DIALOGUE.

GIFT GUIDE

FAVORITE GIFTS. Tasty Baked Treat, Smoked Meat, Hunting Dagger, Whetstone, Ancient Coin, Owl Feather, Training Weights, Ceremonial Sword, Exotic Spices

GIFT QUOTES

DISLIKED GIFT.  ✧

"Get this outta my face!"

LIKED GIFT.  ✧

"Thanks! I'll make sure it's put to good use."

FAVORITE GIFT.  ✧

"Looks like I'm in your debt again. Don't worry, I'm already thinkin' up a great way to repay you!"

LOST ITEMS

STAR-SHAPED AMULET. A simple wooden amulet, evidently worn. It probably belongs to someone who finds the stars sentimental. Location found: Blue Lions classroom

TASSELED TROWEL. Someone's personal farming equipment. It probably belongs to someone with humble origins. Location found: Greenhouse

CURVED SWORD. A uniquely shaped saber, meant to overwhelm an opponent with a rush of killing strikes. It probably belongs to a foreign and skilled swordmaster. Location found: Training Grounds

LOST ITEM QUOTES

OWNER.  ✧

"Shoot--can't believe I actually lost that! Thanks for the help."

NOT OWNER.  ✧

"Only a child would lose something like that."

BATTLE QUOTES

MOCK BATTLE RETREAT.  ✧

“You're lucky we weren't fighting for real...” ( *Byleth specific  ) "Professor...? Hmph! This isn't over! Next time, I'll take you down for sure!"

FIRST KILL.  ✧

"The power of Crusader Od demands I cut you down!"

MONASTERY QUOTES

CHOIR PRACTICE.  ✧

(1) "H-Hey, isn't this a little embarrassing? I've never really sung before..."

(2) "Alright, but if I catch anyone givin' me funny looks...!"

COOKING.  ✧

(1) "Oh, this? It's actually pretty easy. If it was for survival, I could help cook back at home."

(2) "Make sure you pile on lots of meat! If a meal won't make me any stronger, it's not worth having."

(3) "Let's make more than enough for everyone. If there are any siblings eating tonight, they'll fight each other for who gets to have seconds."

TUTORING

INSTRUCT

BAD.  ✧

"So that's wrong... Damn! L-Let me have another go at it!."

Critique: I need real-world application if I want stuff to stick. Console: Quit treating me like a child!

GREAT.  ✧

"I've gotta keep goin' if I want to be like mother." “That's a good point. Okay! I'll include it in my technique.”

PERFECT.  ✧

"My technique is the pride of Isaach! Nothing stands in my way!"

PRAISE. "Heh, watch your tone. I'm on track to outdoing you."

TASKS

STABLE DUTY. ✧

“It's pretty hard keepin' up with 'em during battle, but horses back in the stable are easy to maintain.”

WEEDING.  ✧

"We used to ball these up and throw them at each other when we were kids... Wanna go?"

SKY WATCH.  ✧

“Just don't look down, and you've got nothin' to be afraid of!”

CERTIFICATION EXAMS

FAILED.  ✧

"What the--That was hardly fair! Give me a weapon and I'll show you I can do it!"

PASSED.  ✧

"One step closer..."

UPDATE GOALS

AXES.  ✧

“Professor, I'm getting good at using my legs, but I feel like my arms could use some work. Let me pick up an axe! If you give me enough time, I'll be swinging it faster than the eye can see.”

FLYING.  ✧

“Man, mages and archers piss me off... Look at them, always sitting behind enemy lines and attacking from afar! I say we walk right up to 'em and knock 'em down where they stand! Professor, if you teach me how to use a mount, I can rush in and take them out before they get a chance to act.”

BRAWLING.  ✧

“I grew up having to fight for survival. If I can punch through that, I can punch through anyone. Put me on the front lines, and see how my lightning-fast fists make short work of our enemies.”

LEVEL UP

0 TO 2 STATS UP .  ✧

“Just need to try a bit harder...”

3 TO 4 STATS UP .  ✧

“Riposte, and engage. That's the form I've drilled into my body!”

5 STATS UP .  ✧

“The skills of my homeland live on through me.”

6 STATS UP .  ✧

“My sword is shining! Our enemies will fall to my Astra!”

UPON REACHING LEVEL 99 .  ✧

“Mother... Are you watching?”

BUDDING TALENT

“It's new, but I like it! Let's keep training until it's as good as my swordplay.”

NEW SKILL

“Power comes pretty naturally to me. I'll show you what I can do!”

RECLASSING .  ✧

(1) “Harder, better, it's all just training to me. ” (2) “Doesn't matter how--I move forward.” (3) “A new angle might help me find what I'm lookin' for.”

BATTLE QUOTES

WHEN SELECTED

FULL/HIGH HP .  ✧

“Eyes on the enemy.”

MEDIUM HP .  ✧

“Not gonna fail!”

LOW HP .  ✧

“Don't worry... About me...”

ENEMY DEALS 1 OR NO DAMAGE OR MISSES .  ✧

“I'm faster!”

CRTIICAL ATTACK .  ✧

“No running now!” “Die, tyrant!” “Heart and sword as one!” “Now we're fighting for real!” “This is the end for you!”

GAMBIT .  ✧

“My sword is too kind for the likes of you.”

GAMBIT BOOST .  ✧

“Leave it all to us!”

DEFEATED ENEMY .  ✧

“Tch. That's all?” “Victory or death--it's just how I fight.” “Easy pickings.”

ALLY DEFEATS ENEMY .  ✧

“We're rivals now!” “Keep going! Leave none standing!” “Heh, you're pretty good at this.”

ALLY HEALS/RALLIES .  ✧

“Caught me slacking, huh?” “Wow, I really owe you one...” “I'll put this to use.” “Hits the spot after a long battle!” “Messed up, didn't I?” “Now watch me soar!” “My sword's all yours.”

DEFEAT QUOTE

CASUAL .  ✧

“N-No... I've still got stuff to do.”

CLASSIC .  ✧

"Shannan... Mother... I've... Failed..." “Guess they... Finally got me...“

THE ADVICE BOX

"I got real mad at someone I care about, but now I'm beginning to have regrets. I'm afraid they might not want to talk to me. What do you think I should do?"

>It's okay, they'll probably forget about it if you wait enough >If they're family or a close friend, they'll forgive you once you break the silence (Correct answer) >Start another fight to prove how you were right in the first one

#OOC #HEADCANONS #//i lied about not being able to do one of these #//following the 3h formula for closest allies #//where it's top 3 characters they've interacted with most #//either before or during the events of the game #//also just generally decided to be as close to the 3h format as i could