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alien-magnolia · 7 months

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Tainted Love

Fic description: This is a dark fic. 18+ MINORS DNI. Dom!-coded Billy Loomis + hyperfeminine, sub-coded afab reader: they are married, committing crimes together <3 and having a wonderful domestic life <3 besides all the blood and murder. Smut/horror genre: kinks include service!, blood!, knifeplay!, ropes!, choking!, spanking!, free-use!, SERVICE, d/s mental dynamics, majorrrr daddy!kink, exhibitionism

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October 10, 1996.

The dark red, yellow, with tinges of brown leaves tumbled down the secluded suburban street. A tan cottage stood at the end of a cul-de-sac, yard neatly trimmed, wind chimes ringing on the porch where they hung. A dim light inside. A black van pulls into the driveway, scaring away a few neighboring birds. The door shuts — a young man enters the house.

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You were just about finished with tonight’s dinner when your partner came back from college. You loved Billy dearly, and so you did almost everything for him. It was your dynamic — and he loved it as well. You served him, your Billy, your daddy.

How exactly did you get involved with a serial killer? Involved far enough to be an equal partner in his crimes? Involved enough to be so cautious and excellent at keeping first-degree murder a secret? Involved enough to live with him?

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It began last fall. A chilly November morning, fog rolling in on the campus. You walked in your pretty pink outfit, donning lace and frills, kitten heels, and butterfly hair clips. You were only nineteen. Young. Innocent. You were looking for your ‘Introduction to Early Modern Literature’ class, yet happened to wander over on the other, more secluded side of campus. You stumble over a rock on the sidewalk. You fall, beautiful rosy cheek now stained with a gash of bright, red blood.

Your hands, your knees, cut up from the bumpy pavement. You start crying. This was just too embarrassing!! With your social anxiety and shyness, you really hoped nobody had seen this. You did not like to be perceived by people — that is just how you were. You look around — not a soul to be seen.

Except for a man — lean, sitting on a brick bench, cigarette in hand. You couldn’t make out how he looked, yet fear overtook you as he started making his way over. You start to scramble up, hoping to run away from him, yet your bruises were just too intense for you to do so.

His deep voice asks you, “Hey, sweetheart, you okay? You nod. “Yeah jus’ a few scratches. Can’t see too well in the fog,” you sheepishly explain. “Hey, no worries. Here, I’ll help you up, yeah?” You oblige, taking his big calloused hands in yours as he helps you stand. You finally get a good look at him. God — he was handsome. More than handsome. Extremely, extremely, attractive. You got wet just by looking at his deep brown eyes and crooked smile looking down at you.

“Hey. Don’t be too shy, hun. Come. Want me to help you fix those bruises? There’s a bathroom right around the corner, he suggests. You nod silently, agreeing, following him to a door on the left.

He begins wiping your bruises with a wet towel, trying to stop the bleeding. His tongue pokes out of his mouth as he focuses. You see more of him now. He wears all black. Smells like cigarettes and a dusty old basement. “So what brings you to this part of campus?,” he asks, brown eyes focused on your bruises.

“Just got lost. Needed to find one class but couldn’t. Maybe I’ll skip today anyway…,” you trail off. “Aw. Today’s your first day huh?,” he coos at you, with a smile you just couldn’t figure out. “Um. Yes. I don’t really know the campus, so…,” you quietly answer him, afraid to look into his eyes. His voice, his face, it all made you thirst for him even more.

“I could tell. Hey. Maybe you should skip. Been looking for someone to hang out with,” he suggests, finishing up cleaning your bruises, putting a few bandaids on you. “I’m Billy, by the way.” You introduce yourself to him, a little smile forming on your face. You ended up skipping class that day, spending time with him in that secluded courtyard, smoking cigarettes, listening to The Smiths. You ended up fucking in the bathroom a few hours later. You knew that you were indubitably attracted — glued to him and everything that he was. Something did feel a little off about how he treated others — you did not care.

So it was.

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~Present day ~

You hear the keys jingle in the doorway, heavy boots make their way towards the kitchen, where you were. You currently donned a short little black dress, fishnets, with nothing underneath. You were waiting for him.

“Hey, sweets. Looking good today,” he compliments you, as he takes your small hand in his, moving you closer to him, wrapping a hand around your waist. You giggle as he peppers your cheek with kisses. “Sweetie. Want’a ask you something,” he insists, quietly, yet confidently. Your big eyelashes blink as you wait for his question.

“Wanna play with me tonight?,” a sinister smile adorns his face, his brown eyes filled with a hint of malice, excitement. Your eyes match his. You loved playing with him, your sessions, where you gave over complete control of yourself, to him. You trusted him completely. He led, you followed.

You were his. His prey, his little girl, his accomplice. You were his, devoted completely, mind and body. The two of you even had matching tattoos: a forever symbol of your unique relationship.

“Yes, daddy. What first?” He chuckles lowly. “Glad you asked, princess. We’re going to the van.” You smile back at him, as he gives you a kiss, pulling you closer to him by your neck. You knew what to do, sticking your hands out, as he takes a rope from the nearby drawer.

The rope felt nice around your wrists, you liked to watch him tie it. You didn’t want your freedom when you played with him. “Daddy’s girl, all tied up, huh? Come sweets. Let’s go to the van,” he sneers at you in the best possible way, as he leads you outside. Still, he manages to grab a coat for you, alongside some knives. You suspected that both of you will be using those later.

“Before we leave our house, thought we might have a bit of fun in the van, what’dya say? I think it’ll be nice for my little girl, yeah?,” he croons at you, caressing your cheek, before gripping it harshly, brown eyes boring into yours.

You’re on your knees for him in his dingy van. His waffle knit white t-shirt feels nice on your bound hands, as you see him start to unbuckle his belt, dropping his jeans to the floor of the van. “Give daddy’s cock some love, hun,” you hear, and his strong arms work to push you down to the floor. You look up at him from your back, you see him towering over you, cock in his calloused hand, slowly rubbing it. He lowers his cock and balls onto your face, you love the feeling of his heavy ball sack on your chin. His cock was wide, not too long, yet wide, weeping, with three beautiful veins and a beauty mark <3

It was all red and ready for your wet throat. You took him eagerly, sucking so much pressure, you felt his silky smooth voice moan out in ecstasy. You keep sucking, swirling your tongue around the mushroom tip of his cockhead. He pulls a knife to the side of your cheek. You stop.

“Look what daddy’s got here hun. You don’t like this little toy, do you?,” he taunts. With that, he lowers the knife to your chest, where he makes a gentle cut on it. He liked to cut you with his knife. Another way to possess you, to mark you as HIS.

“Get up, sweets. Daddy’s gonna cum if you keep this shit up.” He chuckles, and helps you up, wiping that little cut he made with a towel. That same towel now goes in your mouth as a makeshift gag.

His hands tightly grip your hips, pushing you down onto the floor of the van again. Hips spread, gagged, hands still tied, you felt his finger swipe across your clit, down your labia, trailing over your wet, wet, pussy. Your hole was clenching around nothing!! He was going to fix that.

“Aww. Look at you , sweetie. Cheeks all rosy, ass up for me, ready to be bred,” he taunts. You only moan in response. “Does daddy’s little girl want to be bred, hmm? Like a little cow?” You moan in response, he tuts, and lifts your neck up gently. “What was that?,” voice low. Shit. You fucked up.

“Yes, daddy,” your voice is muffled through the gag. He smiles again, that dark smile of his. Sinister. Evil. Exactly what you wanted to see. Without warning, you feel him push into you. Wide, throbbing, filling that sweet spot exactly how you wanted. He went slow for just a little, relishing how good his little girl, his breeding cow, dumpster, was for him. Then he went fast. Too fast. You loved hearing the sound of his cock and balls slap against your ass, your squelching pussy <3

You feel so full of him, you saw stars as his wife cock drilled deeper and deeper into you. You felt him twitch inside, your favorite part!! “Take my cum, baby. Fuckin’ take it,” you hear him grunt, as his hands press your body down into a mating press, his stomach now on top of your back. He had you caged in, tied, gagged, absolutely abusing you on his wide cock. You were in heaven. You were his now, in this moment. The both of you came, and of course, he did not let you squeeze his cum out of you.

“Keep it in, hmm? Want our visitors to know that you’re daddy’s girl.” You nod and smile, making grabby hands at him once he unties your wrists, and takes the towel out of your mouth. He lifts you up into his lap, peppering your face with kisses, smiling up at you as you giggle.

He helps you get dressed, gently cooing at you as you show him the carpet burn you got from being on your knees for so long. He kisses it to make it better <3 and even puts on your white frilly socks for you, helping you with your little black kitten heels and your dress.

“Where to next, daddy?,” you giddily await his answer. “Now, we drive. To meet our special guests for tonight,” he replies, your smile now matching his level of sinister. The both of you were about to go have some fun, with some unconventional guests as well.

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It was now almost midnight. After your play session in the van, you couldn’t wait to play in front of your guests!! The both of you listen to heavy metal as Billy speeds down an abandoned road, the rotting leaves blowing towards the sides from the van passing by on the road. He pulls his van up a few meters close to the woods, and parks.

“Coat, baby.” You nod, and he puts your black puffer on. He leads you to the backseat, where a black trunk with a lock is placed. He opens it. His mask. Ghostface. He puts it on his hip, putting on black clothes over his nice ones. He gives you gloves, and a knife. One for himself as well. Binoculars.

“Come, hun. This way.” You follow him up into a tree, where the both of you take turns with your binoculars. He takes out his block of a phone. How you loved the 90’s. He dials the number, telling you to watch their reaction in the windows. “Hi. What’s your favorite scary movie,” Billy's voice drawls out to his unsuspecting victims in the mansion that you were currently hiding outside of.

Billy continued to harass them on the phone, beckoning you down the tree quietly, and closer and closer to the person’s backyard. Billy stays on the phone, pointing at you to stay put, and opens the window on the first floor. You wait outside, as he slips on in.

You knew what to do. You’d wait for his signal, then follow him in. Then, came your favorite part: where Billy shows you off to his victims <3

You see his hand signal through the window. You step on inside, and see the couple tied to each other, this time with metal chains. Billy is wearing his mask. “Just in time for the show, sweetheart. Kneel.”

You do as said, loving the absolutely sadistic smile on his face right now. He puts on your leash ( only for when in front of un-consenting others) and has to crawl to sit at his knees. “You see here, my two pretties, you two are going to watch me fuck my little princess here. After that, I’ll decide if you get to live,” he chuckles in absolute glee.

“By the way, if you two decide to make a sound, or go at my little girl here, I’ll stab ya. Sounds good? My, my, what a perfect, scary movie,” he narrates to himself, to you, to the two victims, who looked like they were about to mentally lose it. <3

He skips with the foreplay, the blowjob, the fingering. He gets right to it. He wants his victims to see his pretty girl, on his own terms. He roughly pushes you down onto the floor, strong hands positioning your hips in place, giving your ass a few harsh spanks <3 you hear the belt buckle slip, and soon enough, you can feel the warmth of his already hard cock near your puffy pussy.

Your eyes are drawn to the couple. You loved being shown off, being watched. They did not want to watch you. But that is okay. Billy is going to make them. :)

They watch in horror as he starts rutting into you like a beast, bloody knife that he used on one of the victims nearing your neck, staying there. The knife soon drops, he gives it to you to hold as he starts losing control. You were too, feeling so full of him, getting an extra serving of his cum :) was your favorite thing to do.

You smiled as the couple looked on in horror. Billy pulled out just the last second before, and came all over your face. “Look so pretty with my cum all over your face, sweet girl. Clean it up f’me, yeah?” You nod.

After you wipe it off, Billy steps back in front of the two victims. “See how nicely I treat my girl? I’m her daddy, after all. Just wanted to show her to you. She’s mine, forever will be. What a nice show the two of you got,” he chuckles, before stabbing one of them, the screams could be heard from down the block.

Billy finished off the other one, not before giving her a good slap and punch. <3 The pool of blood covers the entire kitchen tiling, making it seem red everywhere. It’s on your shoes, on Billy’s. He takes his mask off, and picks you up in his arms.

“Did so good f’me today, sweet girl. So proud of you,” he praises you. “You did good too, Billy. I love how rough you are with them.” He smiles again, giving you a tender kiss. “Let’s leave, huh? Go back home, watch a scary movie?,” he asks. You nod, staying still in his arms as he carries you over the blood, and back out to the woods.

The two of you make it back to the van. They won’t catch you. As long as you’re together, everything was just fine.

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huggingkoalas · 4 months

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heated tensions

pairings professor!vanessa shelly x fem!student!reader

synopsis after encountering one of your professors, professor vanessa shelly, by chance at the club, the both of you drink together at the bar. you go over to her place afterwards for some ‘private time’.

word count 1.8k

warnings smut, pet names, degradation, cursing, oral sex, top!vanessa, bottom!reader, teacher-student relationship

author’s note less use of ‘flowery’ language this time, i tried to be more quick with the writing but still ended with 1k words D: will probably be on hiatus for abit because of work and family issues </3

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It was a seedy bar, barely on the cusp of legality. You let out a series of coughs at the reeking smell of sweat and sex. You had heard from your friends that there was a lesbian bar near your dorm. You were a sophomore at the University of Utah and haven’t had any luck getting a relationship with anyone at the university so far. You were a closeted bisexual, so you decided to try the lesbian bar instead of a normal one.

You were disappointed by the lack of choices for the evening. The attractive ones looked like they were taken, and there were others you could not picture being with. You sighed, sipping on your glass of rum and coke.

You knew that you shouldn’t be so picky, it had been over a year since you’d had sex. You were so busy with your studies that you didn’t have time to have a social life. Your fingers and toys worked occasionally, but only for awhile, and you wanted some real company. Toying with your drink, you decided to give it five more minutes, and if no one remotely attractive arrived, you’d go home.

The five minutes went faster than you had hoped, so quickly that you decided to give yourself another five and then another. Letting out a ‘tsk’, you drank the last of your rum and coke and stood up. You quickly cast a desperate eye towards the door.

And that was when a familiar figure walked in. Your eyes widened as you realized that it was your writing and rhetoric studies professor, Professor Vanessa Shelly. The surprise of seeing her in such a setting made you freeze for a moment, but curiosity got the better of you.

Vanessa’s gaze roamed the bar and landed on you. She approached you, weaving through the dancing crowd to reach the service bar. “Hello, Ms. L/N.” She called out above the music.

You took a shaky breath. “Oh, good evening Professor Shelly! It’s... Uh, it’s not what it looks like.” You stammered, a faint blush colouring your cheeks. “I’m just here for a drink. I’m not into women.”

She chuckled, trying to put you at ease. “No need to explain. We’re not in university, you can call me Vanessa. Why don’t I get you a drink?”

The both of you navigated your way through the bar, settling into a quieter corner where you could converse without shouting over the music. You let your gaze roam her outfit, realizing that she was still in her work clothes. You admired how her grey pantsuit hugged her body. and that blue tie she wore. You had always thought your professor was attractive, especially when she wore a tie. You had never thought that she might also be gay. Why else would she be in a lesbian bar?

After a moment, a lively individual with a charismatic smile approached us. “What can I get you two?” The bartender asked.

You glanced at Vanessa, giving her the opportunity to choose first. She pondered for a moment before deciding on something simple. “A shot of vodka, please.”

The bartender nodded, turning his attention to you. “And for you?”

You offered a smile. “I’ll go with a rum and coke, thanks.”

While waiting for the drinks, you could see Vanessa cast worried looks at the people around the bar. Was she nervous that someone would recognize the both of you? Your thoughts were interrupted when your drinks came. You raised your glass to your lips, appreciating the familiar comfort it offered. Vanessa downed her shot of vodka, letting out a hum at the taste.

You asked her nervously. “And what about you, Vanessa? What’re you doing here? I never expected to see a professor here.”

With a smirk, Vanessa placed down her glass. “Unlike you, Ms. L/N, I’m gay.”

“Oh.” You replied, her cheeks turning a light shade of red.

She reached her hand across the table and placed it gently on yours. You didn’t react by snatching your hand away, but your gaze did shift nervously away from hers.

“You’re not here for a drink, are you? You’re gay.” Vanessa said carefully.

“I... Well, you’re correct. I’m here because I’m gay.” Your gaze fell to her hand holding yours. “I feel so disgusting, though. I can’t help it, it’s just the way women look - they do something to me. I know it's wrong to feel like this.”

Vanessa stroked her thumb against the back of your hand and tried to speak encouragingly. “It’s not disgusting. Some women like men, while others like other women. Neither is right or wrong.”

“Thanks, Vanessa.” Your hand that wasn’t holding her hand lifted to wipe away a tear. “I wish I could be like you. To have no restrictions on sexuality.”

Vanessa’s eyebrows rose. You could see that she was taking time to think about her following words. “Why don’t we go to my place? We can talk further in private.”

“I... I’d like that.” You smiled. You downed the last sip of your rum and coke. You wondered if she knew if going back to her place was another way of saying ‘to go back to her place to fuck’.

Vanessa switched on the light in her apartment and turned to you. “Make yourself comfortable.”

She went over to a counter beside the television. A vinyl recorder sat atop the counter. She sifted through a box full of vinyl, choosing the perfect record for the setting. Finally taking her pick and placing the vinyl on the recorder, soft, soothing music began to play from the instrument.

She went to her kitchen to grab a wine bottle and a pair of wine glasses. She joined you on the couch, placing them on the coffee table. She poured the wine into the two glasses, the red liquid reminding you of the colour of her lipstick.

Raising both of your glasses, Vanessa exclaimed. “Cheers.”

“Thank you, Vanessa.” The both of you clinked your glasses.

The both of you sat drinking on their glasses of wine for a couple of minutes. You recognized that the music playing on the vinyl recorder was a classic song you favoured. Vanessa placed down her glass and stood up, extending a hand to you. “Wanna dance?”

“N-Now? Here?” You were stunned. You exhaled nervously, taking Vanessa’s hand to pull yourself up. "Alright.”

Vanessa danced energetically. It took you time to ease your shyness to dance as energetically as her. The both of you threw themselves around the room like two hyper-high school teenagers, laughter dancing in the air. You laughed as you walked over to take another sip of your drink. She walked over to the vinyl recorder and replaced the album with a more upbeat one. She sauntered back to you, her hips swaying as she danced to the song. You stayed still for a second, admiring how her body looked as she danced.

“Come on,” Vanessa called, beckoning you with a finger and a wink.

You put down your drink, walking over to join her. While the both of you were dancing separately before, she was moving closer to you, so much so that your body was almost touching hers. You smiled as you looked up at her, and she beamed back. Vanessa reached behind you and pulled you towards her.

“V-Vanessa-” You stuttered.

Vanessa’s smile turned into a smirk. She leaned forward, closing her lips onto you. Your lips melted on hers, your lips opening to give her tongue permission to roam your mouth. Realizing what was happening, you pulled back in shock, your cheeks reddening.

“I-I’m sorry.” Vanessa apologized, unwrapping her hands from your waist.

“I-I should be the one apologizing, it’s me. I’m not ready.” You smiled weakly, “I’m attracted to you, but you're my professor, and-”

Vanessa gave you a quick peck on the lips, shutting you up. “I know, but we’ll figure something out, alright?”

Speechless, you nodded. Vanessa wrapped her arms around your waist, and you wrapped your arms around her shoulder. This time, you were the one to initiate the kiss. You deepened the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip in favour. As the both of you kissed, Vanessa couldn’t help but move her hands from your waist to your butt, squeezing it lightly.

Your hands went to the buttons on her pantsuit, unbuttoning them. She broke the kiss, looking at you with raised eyebrows. “Are you sure about this?”

You nodded. “Yes, please-” Vanessa grinned and laid a trail of kisses around your neck, her hands sliding underneath your shirt. She was surprised to feel nothing but bare flesh, squeezing your breasts.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Vanessa whispered. You grabbed the hem of your shirt, taking it off in reply to her question.

“Are you going to punish me, Professor Shelly?” you teased, calling her by her professional term.

The music had stopped long ago, but the two of you were too entranced by each other. Vanessa grabbed your hands, pulling you over to her bedroom. She pushed you onto her bed, your back hitting the soft mattress. You pushed yourself back until your back hit the headboard, spreading your legs wide for Vanessa.

Her knees hit the mattress, crawling to you and sliding a hand up your clothed thigh. She didn’t waste any time pulling down your pants and panties, eager to touch you. You let out a shaky breath, reaching forward to pull on her blue tie to give her a bruising kiss. “I need you, Vanessa, please.”

Vanessa lowered herself to your heat, tenderly kissing your inner thighs. She could smell you, her mind hazing at the thought of tasting you. She moved the tip of her tongue to enter your cunt, the bittersweet tang on her taste buds. You gasped in pleasure, your sounds becoming more high-pitched as she pushed more of her tongue into you. You gripped her shoulders as she explored your wet heat, swirling and pressing her tongue on your inner walls.

“Oh god, that’s so good,” You murmured. Vanessa’s hands gripped your thighs, squeezing them as she slammed her tongue deeper into you.

“Don’t stop, please.” You cried out in frustration. Erotic and wet noises could be heard as sje lapped on your heat in hunger. Your thighs were quivering and your back arched as you thrust your hips. She was addicted to your taste, picking up the speed of moving her tongue in and out of you.

Your nails sunk deeper into Vanessa’s shoulder, blood beginning to draw out. “I-I’m cumming!” You screamed out, the sound reverberating around the bedroom. Vanessa licked up the remnants, her chin, and nose streaked with your cum.

Your cheeks and ears were flushed red, your chest heaving in deep, ragged breaths. “W-Wow, Vanessa.” You exclaimed, your thighs still quivering from the intense orgasm. “That... That was something.”

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 2 months

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Safe and Sound

“Sweetheart, if you keep running like that, you’re gonna fall,” you advised your overly confident 4 year old as she raced through the squad room. Sure enough, just as she was about to turn the corner, her feet got tripped up and she took a small tumble. Nothing you were worried about but Tony had just happen to see and your daughter knew that if she started crying, he would come running. So that’s what she did.

“Oh no, did that evil carpet trip you?” Tony picked her up off the floor and sat her on his hip, wiping her crocodile tears away. You made your way over, smiling and setting a box of take out on your husband’s desk.

“She’s got you wrapped around her little finger Tony. All she wants are those Italian crackers you keep in your desk.”

“Crackahs,” your daughter mimicked, proving your point.

“Ah yes. The cracker tax will be paid, fear not young padawan,” Tony told her while setting her down in his desk chair and opening up his drawer to pull out the little stash. You shook your head and smiled as your toddler happily munched on her favorite snack, dropping crumbs all over Tony’s desk.

“Where’s Jethro?” you asked, also noticing the other missing agents.

“He’s with Bishop questioning some lady who might know where our suspect is hiding. Been gone a while, shouldn’t be too long of a wait.”

Jethro had told you their day was a bit slow since they hadn’t had any new leads so you decided to surprise him for a late lunch. You knew he wouldn’t want to leave the office so you brought food from his favorite Chinese restaurant. Figured you 3 could eat in the conference room or something.

“Oh, would you look at that. Bishops calling me now.” He picked up the phone while sitting at the edge of his desk. “Your ears must be burning Bishop-

He stopped his joking as his face got serious, catching your attention.

“What happened?….Did he get away?…..What hospital?”

You hoped to God they weren’t talking about Jethro as your worst nightmare started playing in your head.

“Alright. I’ll grab Ducky and Palmer and meet you there.”

He hung up the phone and you waited for his next words.

“The suspect was hiding out at the house. He shot Gibbs in the shoulder but he’s fine. They brought him to Sibley Memorial.”

Without another word, you were out of your seat and scooping your daughter up before heading for the elevator.

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“Where we going mommy?” your little girl asked from the backseat as you drove.

“We’re gonna go see Daddy sweetheart. But we gotta be really gentle when we see him because he just got a big ouchies on his shoulder, ok?”

“Ok. How come Daddy got an ouchies?”

“Sometimes he gets ouchies when he’s working. Remember the ouchie he had on his knee?”

“From the bad guys!” she resolved proudly.

“That’s right. But don’t worry. Daddy got the bad guy.”

“Yay!”

She didn’t ask anymore questions after that thankfully. Sometimes it was difficult explaining Jethro’s job but she actually understood a lot of it, making it easier. She got all the smarts from Jethro you’re sure of it.

Once you arrived, you headed straight for the nurses station.

“Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He’s my husband, I believe he was brought in a little bit ago.”

The nurse typed a bit on the computer before nodding. “Looks like he just came out of surgery. Room 323. Third floor.”

You showed her your ID and received your visitors sticker, your daughter taking it immediately to stick it on herself. Then the two of you made your way through the hospital till you found his room. You were surprised when you saw him out of bed, buttoning up his dress shirt.

“Leaving against medical advice again Jethro?”

He looked up surprised and gave that half grin when he saw you two.

“Daddy!”

Your daughter dropped your hand and raced over to him as he crouched down to her level.

“Remember be gentle honey,” you reminded before she reached out for a hug.

Jethro picked her up easily with his good arm and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“How’s my princess? You learn anything new at school?”

“We did numbers. And colors!”

“Wow. You are so smart, you know that? You’ll be taking Uncle McGee’s job before you know it.”

You just watched the two of them have their conversation with a smile. She loved talking with her dad. Whether it was about her favorite show or asking him what every one of his woodworking tools did. She was definitely more of a daddy’s girl than mommy’s. But you loved it. You loved the way Jethro’s face lit up everytime he saw her. He could be having the worst day at work and she would be the one to make him crack a smile.

“And mommy got you food,” she continued.

“She did? Well I’m hungry as a bear. And if I don’t eat something soon, I just might eat you!”

She squealed in laughter as he gave her kisses and walked over to you.

“You gave me quite a fright today Mr. Gibbs,” you chastened as he set your daughter down.

“I’m sorry about that Mrs. Gibbs. I’ll try harder not to.”

You two kissed deeply, happy that his injury wasn’t too severe and he was safe.

“Did I hear my daughter correctly when she said you bought me food?” he mumbled against your lips.

“Mm-hm. It’s at the office. Room temperature, just how you like it.”

He chuckled and gave you another kiss before taking your daughter’s hand in his and leading the way out of the hospital.

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which you get your period and jungkook just wants to be with you.

> fluff / wc: 2.9k

> warnings: period blood 😭 lots of it obviously you know how it is

note: helloooo i’m back :D this was requested. i think. it was probably a month ago so i don’t remember well IM SORRYYYY but here it is anon who was ranting about their period in my asks <3 i feel like i’ve been gone for long but it’s only been a week help i’ve been here and there for the past days hehe

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you stand motionless beside the bed, staring at the blood stain on the grey bed sheets. you’re still too tired to function and to process the mess you’ve made this fine morning, and you can’t find it in yourself to move when the pain of period cramps is starting to blossom in your abdomen.

jungkook enters the bedroom to wake you up and to announce that breakfast is ready, but is met with the sight of your current predicament.

“oh, baby,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around you and planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “come on, let’s get you freshened up.”

it’s his first instinct to check on the inside of your thighs. this isn’t new. he used to worriedly mention it the first few months you lived together — asking if you’re feeling okay, if it’s normal to bleed that much, until he didn’t anymore. instead, he speaks through his actions.

you feel the wet wipes slide across the soft skin of your thighs, and you try to take over cleaning yourself but his quiet ‘let me’ leaves your heart feeling weaker. your eyes gloss over his hunched figure lovingly, wondering when the intimacy between the two of you started running this deep. with a silent whimper, you lean your weight against his hold when the lightheadedness become unbearable.

it’s the worst week of the month again. your period has always left you in pain, vulnerable, helpless. after the long years of experiencing this monthly, one would assume that you’d get used to it at some point, but you simply can’t. every month feels like the very first time, an evil-spirited visitor forcibly bursting through your front door on a random morning to wreak havoc in your peaceful temple.

this morning is one of those mornings. and this is usually when you feel grateful that you no longer live alone, that you won’t need to crawl your way to the bathroom because your super strong boyfriend never hesitates to swoop you in his arms.

you hold onto the bathroom sink to steady yourself on your feet, hazy eyes looking up at him hesitantly. “i’m okay. i can shower on my own.” his hands pulling up your shirt pauses.

his bunny teeth tugs at his lower lip, looking back at you with uncertainty. your baby hair is sticking on your forehead from sweat. it’s a thing, you’ve told him. hormones act up and increases your body temperature. it gets hard to breathe. aside from cleaning yourself up, that’s also part reason why you scramble to stand under the shower the moment you realize you’re on your period.

he’s worried sick, but of course, he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. “are you sure? you know i don’t mind at all, right?” and he says it genuinely, having catered to you in the bath about a thousand times, with or without period. he fixes your hair, putting them away from your face in a small effort to lessen your pain and discomfort.

you hold onto his wrist, the simple touch grounding you back into lucidity and reality. “hmm, i’m sure. i’d ask for help if i need it, you know that, too.”

“oh, you better.” he grimaces, unpleasant flashbacks flooding his mind. “i’ll get mad if i find you passed out in the shower again. i’m not even joking.”

“you almost cried that time. i think you’ll cry for real if there comes a next time.” you chuckle, the faint memories have already become something you can laugh about. you were the one who got into the accident, after all. but it still feels fresh to jungkook, who rushed you to the emergency room that morning.

“shut up. you scared the shit out of me.” he mumbles, lips shaping into a pout. why is it that he is in a constant fear of you accidentally hitting your head?

you smile at him softly. he’s been extra caring and attentive since then, constantly checking up on you to ask you how you’re feeling. he simply refuses to let anything bad to happen to you, or else he would go insane.

“i’ll get you some water first, then i’ll clean up while you shower, okay?”

“okay. thank you.” you respond meekly, letting go of his wrist.

he comes back with you naked behind the shower curtain, your head peeking out as you were waiting for him. he hands you a glass of water, and you watch him neatly place a fresh set of clothes and a pad on top of them on the clothing rack as you gulp down the refreshing liquid down your throat.

“finished!” you exclaim proudly, giving him back the empty glass. admittedly, it eased your lightheadedness a little bit.

“good girl.” he praises you, and you hide the shy smile on your face by drawing back the curtain. as he listens to the shower running, he cleans up the floor you’ve unknowingly stained in your debilitated state.

with your eyes closed, you lather your hair with shampoo. “babe, i’ll change the sheets now. you promise me you’re okay?” he checks up on you once again as the lovely boyfriend that he is.

to be honest, you just want this over with as soon as possible so you can lay back down and curl yourself up into fetal position. but still, you don’t really feel like you’re going to faint, so that means you’ve never been better. “yes, i’m okay. i’ll be quick.” you answer quietly, scratching at your scalp.

“not too quick. you might slip, or get dizzy. just breathe, you get it?!” he reminds you, jokingly raising his voice and making it deeper. you can almost hear his smile.

“got it, sir.” you copy him, giggling.

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you enter the living room to find the couch filled with a bunch of pillows and your favorite fluffy blanket ready to engulf your weary vessel in a warm embrace. and of course, your boyfriend patiently waiting for you. like a kid on christmas day, his eyes light up when he sees you.

he reaches for your arm, immediately pulling you to sit on his lap. “how are you feeling?” he caresses the back of your head tenderly. you close your eyes at the comforting feeling.

“not good, not bad. just alive.” your head falls on his shoulder, nuzzling your face on his neck. “also dizzy. bad cramps. i’m hungry. but i’m sleepy. i don’t know what to do first.”

he juts out his bottom lip. he hates it when you’re in pain. he hates it. “i just reheated the waffles. eat first so you’ll wake up feeling better, is that okay?”

“with strawberries and bananas?” you look at him expectantly, the image of the waffles in your head making you salivate.

he chuckles at your cuteness, visibly feeling unwell but still cheerful in a way. “of course, baby.”

“hurry, hurry.” you crawl down his lap, moving over the blanket instead. since you’re feeling hot, sitting on it to feel the soft fabric against your skin is enough for now. however, he stays still on his spot for a few more seconds. his doe eyes meet your ingenuous ones, and he half smiles.

he scoots closer to you, leaving a small distance between your faces. his gaze falls down to your lips and he asks, “may i get my good morning kiss first?”

you’re the one to cross the distance, and he tilts his head to the side to mold his lips against yours. he feels a tug in his chest when your thumb rubs the supple skin of his cheek softly, contrasting your teeth playfully tugging at his lower lip. you don’t particularly do it to insinuate something, it’s just your favorite thing to do. and he gets drunk on it each time.

you’re also the one to pull away, pressing one last swift kiss on his lips. “there you go. may i have my breakfast now?”

“the things you do to me.” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head with a laugh. you roll your eyes and slap his ass jokingly as he gets up to leave, making him laugh harder.

with a groan, you pull your knees to your chest, putting a pillow in between in an attempt to relieve your cramps.

he comes back quickly, handing you the plate and setting down another glass of water on the center table. your stomach grumbles loudly at the addicting smell, and you look at him with wide eyes in embarrassment.

he throws his head back like a little kid, laughing without a sound as his body vibrates. “shut up!” you whine, hitting his arm lightly with a closed fist.

“my poor baby.” he coos, taking one of the forks from the plate and cutting out a bite sized piece of waffle. “let’s feed the little angry monster in your tummy.”

you don’t say anything anymore, not when the good food is working so well in soothing you. you chew with a delighted expression on your face, obediently biting the slice of banana he offers you. after that, you steal the fork from his hand and start eating on your own.

he turns on the television and flips through the channels until he settles with a drama you’re seeing for the first time. and then he leaves you again, and comes back with the obligatory heating pad.

you focus on eating and trying to follow the plot of the high school drama, figuring out whether it’s the fun or annoying type of cliche. on the other hand, jungkook takes away the pillow, puts the heating pad over your lower abdomen, and brings the pillow back to keep the heating pad securely pressed against you.

you immediately slip further into relaxation, the food giving you energy and the heating pad easing your cramps. “thanks, baby. i feel a lot better.” you voice out your appreciation, extending the plate of waffles to him. he did cook them, after all.

“i already had some earlier.”

you grimace, moving it closer. “you know i can’t finish all these. you brought two forks for a reason.”

“you got me.” he cackles, taking the plate from your hands to be the one to hold it for the both of you.

and you spend the next hour feasting on waffles and fruits, two fools laughing and exchanging commentary about a show you have zero idea what’s going on with.

after the food is wiped out, you gradually get more comfortable on the couch until you finally lay down. your eyes are fighting to stay open as a game show plays on the television after the drama.

jungkook is in your shared room, getting ready to go out for work. he has a schedule this afternoon, which means he will be home later than usual.

he comes out with a backpack already hanging on his shoulder. he squats down infront of you, blocking the screen. you frown as if you’ve actually been watching. “is there anything you want me to buy?” he asks, stroking your hair delicately.

“you smell nice.”

“thank you.” the random compliment makes him swoon.

you hum in response, twirling the lone strand of hair on his forehead with your finger. “need more pads. and the hand soap in the bathroom is running out. and i’m craving fishy ice cream.” the last item referring to the ice cream sandwich that is designed as a cute fish, a dessert you’ve grown very fond of.

“noted. here’s your phone, baby.” he sets down the gadget on the space infront of your chest. “call me if you need anything else. and just order in food for lunch and dinner so you won’t get tired.”

he is about to stand up again before he pauses, suddenly remembering something. “wait, don’t you need panty liners too? i saw that you ran out.”

you blink at him in astonishment, slightly overwhelmed with how observant and thoughtful he is. this is the first time he’s mentioning them. oh heavens, he does love you.

“oh right, i forgot. will you buy those too?”

“i will.” he smiles, proud of himself for remembering and bringing it up. “okay, i’m going. don’t forget my reminders.” he gives your cheek a peck, and you feel some of his lip balm staying on your skin. he gingerly brushes it away with the pads of his fingers.

“hmm, remember to stay safe, too.” he nods at your daily reminder, patting your head one last time.

you doze off to sleep the second he walks out of the door.

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it’s past midnight when jungkook comes home from work. he finds you fast asleep on the same spot from this morning, except you’re wearing a new set of clothes. the television is playing an action movie he knows you fell asleep to. the heating pad that has ran cold is laying on the table, beside a covered white paper cup he suspects to be iced tea from either lunch or dinner. he takes a sip, and finds out that he is right (cherry! japanese food?), but it has turned flat and bland from the melted ice.

he gives you a forehead kiss before heading to the kitchen, throwing the cup in the trash can where he sees empty food containers as well. he’s relieved that you listened to him. he puts the packs of ice cream in the freezer, and plastic bags of chicken and pork in the designated meat container. he goes to the bathroom next, placing the pads and panty liners in your small cabinet. next off, he refills the hand soap dispenser.

once he has ticked off all the boxes in his to-do list, he brushes his teeth and takes a quick shower to wash away the hectic and tiring day he had at work.

at last, he crawls next to you on the couch only wearing his boxers, letting you use his arm as a pillow for your head. he would carry you to bed, but he doesn’t have the heart to wake you up from your peaceful slumber. more than that, he has noticed that you look more comfortable sleeping on the couch more than the bed.

you stir in your sleep, subconsciously draping your arm over his abdomen to pull him closer to your body and to snuggle against him for comfort and tranquility. he turns to the side so he can embrace you properly, burying his nose in your hair to breathe you in — to soothe the light headache caused by the travel back home.

but you haven’t been asleep that long, so his loving actions wake you up from your rest.

“jungkook?” your small voice whispers, and he feels your warm breath hitting his chest.

“yes, baby?”

“what time is it?”

he checks the time on your phone, which is on top of your abandoned pillow. “1:06am.”

“did you have dinner?” you ask right away, stroking his back gently.

“bibimbap.” he answers, and you feel his lips ghost over your forehead before he gives you a sweet kiss.

“need to change my pad.” you unwillingly pull away from him with a sigh, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“can i come with you?”

silence fills the air for a moment. “what? no.”

“i won’t look. i’ll turn around.” he tries reasoning with you.

you sit up and look at him in bewilderment. “still a no.”

he looks at you innocently, unwavering with his want to stay close to you. “i’ll wait outside the bathroom door.”

“you missed me?”

he purses his lips, contemplating with what to answer. “just a little bit.”

you hold back a smile at how being silly he is. “did you buy my ice cream?”

“you’re set for an entire week.” he answers proudly, corners of his eyes crinkling as he grins.

“that’s good.” you reply nonchalantly, climbing over him to get off the couch and to stand on your feet.

he follows your movements with a frown. “so can i come with?”

you yawn, tugging at his arm to force him to stand up. he quickly obliges, putting on his slides. “hurry, or i might fall asleep while changing.”

“please don’t.” he nervously laughs as you drag him with you all the way to the other side of the apartment.

he waits patiently by the door, until he notices the disorganized products on the vanity he left this morning, so he spends about a minute fixing those before returning to his post. he hears the water running and then some rustling. he perks up when he hears you whimper next.

“what happened?”

“almost tripped while putting on my panties.” your voice comes out echoey from inside the bathroom.

he slaps his forehead in distress. “i’m starting to think i should bubblewrap you.”

you gasp, opening the door to confront him. “to deliver me to someone else?!”

“i . . . did not mean it like that.” he trails off, biting the inside of his cheek.

you raise an eyebrow in question, and he smiles at you sweetly. “let’s eat ice cream together?”

his offer sounds tempting, however- “didn’t you brush your teeth already?”

his smile drops. “you think that would stop me from having a late night date with you?”

you shrug, stepping out of the bathroom to head to the kitchen. “alright then. makes sense since you’re a mint choco liker.”

he follows suit, whining outloud. “you’re so mean on your period!”

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billkaulitzwife · 8 months

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"You're Alright"

Reader x Moe Doodle comfort, some German dialogue, tw for sh!!

The rain pelted onto every inch of my body. I felt like I was about to collapse; my feet were killing me. I was about halfway home when I saw a car with its brights on. They stopped once they had reached me. “Hey, you need a ride anywhere?”

“No, no, I’m good.” I answered, the cold rain tickling my back with every inch I moved.

“You sure? You seem really cold and scared.” They persisted. It was a woman with her kids in the back. Her eyes seemed full of concern and her eyebrows raised yet furrowed.

I looked around and lowered my head in defeat. “If you have a towel I can… I don’t want to get your seats all wet.” “You’re in luck! We’re on our way back from the lake shore an hour and a half away… Conesus I think?” She pondered for a moment then turned to the eldest, who was quick to pull a couple towels from the back.

The woman leaned over quickly and opened the door after she had sprawled the towel across the seat. I watched her hand swiftly turn the heat on. “So where are you headed?” I finally heard the Boston accent in her voice.

“Uhhh, it’s about 4 miles away… East B street on the corner of North D, big apartment building.” I pointed to the charger cable in a manner of asking to use it. She nodded. I plugged my phone in and the swarm of notifications hit like a bus.

I had 118 new messages. Most of which were missed calls from my parents and a pack of “Where are you?” from my siblings. But someone in the mess stood out to me. Moe.

Moe had sent me 30 messages and I had 7 missed calls from him.

𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

𝘞𝘩𝘺'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?

𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦.

[3 𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘚]

𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺.

𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 4 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺

𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺

𝘺/𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦

[𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓]

Oh god, I thought to myself. This was bad. Was he okay? I know how he gets when he’s worried. One time he had a panic attack so horrible Rooney and I had to hold him down and help him realise what was happening. I was snapped out of my anxiety trance by my phone ringing. It was DeeDee calling me.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, what’s up?

“Hope you know Moe’s looking for you.”

“What do you mean looking?”

The call dropped. Once we had reached the apartment building, I noticed a figure in the doorway. It’s probably Josef, the doorkeeper. Until it wasn’t. I pulled my wallet out and handed the woman a 10 dollar bill and hopped out of the car, rushing to the door. The lady and her kids didn’t question it. It's not unusual in New York.

I ran into the spiralling door and then to the front desk. Where did the figure go? It wasn’t there by the time I had gotten inside. I spoke to the worker, we’re best friends, “Hey, Stacie! Sorry, I got caught in the rain on my way back home.”

“Hey girlie! No problem! Remember rent is due next Tuesday though.”

“I know! You remind me every day. Even when I see you next door.” I chuckled. “Oh by the way-”

“Just so you know, someone came looking for you. His name was… Poe? Bo? I don’t remember, but he was just in here, I think he went up to your room.” She smiled and handed me her leftover coffee. We got the same Starbucks order. “Wait, was that your man?”

“I-... Moe? Yeah probably. Anyways, I’m gonna head up to my room. I’ll see you in the morning!”

She nodded in acknowledgement as I turned towards the stairs and made my way to the 12th floor. I prefer taking the stairs for a multitude of reasons. Number one being that it keeps me fit and number two being elevators can get too crammed for my likings. I don’t get worn out by them anymore, but it still hurt my legs and feet because of the 5 miles I walked. I was nearing my floor when I bumped into Stacie’s boyfriend, Jared. He was a drunk when I first moved in a couple years ago, but he went to rehab and he’s a great guy now.

“Oh, hey, Y/N!” He smiled as he held the door open.

“Hi, Jared, how’s it going?”

“It’s… well it’s going. Hope you have a goodnight though, I’m heading to work.” He nodded in a farewell motion.

I walked through the door and my jaw dropped when I saw Rooney and DeeDee banging on my apartment door. What they were saying was inaudible to me for the time being. I was frozen in place. What were they doing here? Why were they banging on my door? I wanted to say something and ask them what the hell was going on, but I couldn’t.

It only took a second for DeeDee to notice me. “Y/N!” She rushed towards me and gripped my arm, dragging me to my own door. “Y/N, I’m so glad you’re okay, but you need to unlock the door! Moe won’t let us in!”

Moe? What was he doing in my apartment? I unlocked the door quickly and rushed in. “Moe?” We all said in unison.

“Moe, where are you?” I called out.

“Dee, you search the left, I’ll get the centre, and Y/N, you get the right.” We all nodded and split up.

I went into my bedroom, checking under my bed, sheets, in my closet, etc., but he wasn't there. “Moe! Are you okay, where are you?”

I heard a small thump from the bathroom. I just thought it was my cat, Scotty, so I didn’t mind it one bit. I didn’t think to check there. Until…

“Y/N?” I heard a whisper. “Y/N… is that you?” From the bathroom again. I ran in there and saw Moe sitting on the floor curled into a ball. His glossy eyes met mine as I kneeled down next to him. I felt my eyebrows raise and my lip curled. His voice broke the moment he saw me. “Y/N…”

“Found him!” I called to the others as I felt myself pulled towards Moe, hugging around his neck tightly. His hands were placed tight around my waist as he sobbed into my shoulder. I stroked his hair for a moment before kissing his cheek softly and pulling away slowly. “Hey, Moe… What's wrong?”

“I-... I-...” He was a stuttering mess…

“Moe!” Dee said as she rushed into the bathroom, Rooney behind her.

They stood in the doorway, worried expressions plastered on their faces. “Moe, what’s wrong?” Rooney asked worriedly. “You can take a minute if you need!”

I watched as Moe turned away from us, his knees still curled up onto his chest, “I just want Y/N right now…”

“Oh, okay… we’ll be in the living room if you need us!” Dee said with a melancholic smile as she and Roon walked away slowly.

Moe and I sat in silence for a moment until I softly shut the door and locked it. He peeked his head around before he started to cry again. “Hey… I’m right here, what’s the problem?” Moe turned and wiped his eyes. I felt my eyes get cold and my vision went blurry. I wiped my eyes before he could see. “Moe… Honey…”

“I didn’t know where you were…” He whispered, “I was worried something b-bad happened to you… so I panicked…"

I hummed in response, "It's okay, just steady your breathing hon…"

He took a few deep breaths and that's when I noticed the blood on my floor. Moe looked up at me with his teary and shiny brown eyes. I softly grabbed his arm, lifting it up and collapsing into his chest. That's when I, too, started crying. "I'm sorry… I-I didn't mean to… I just…"

"Moe, it's okay… You're alright now, I'm safe and home. I'm still here."

He sniffled into my shoulder and then moved his face down to my chest. He did the unthinkable and pulled his sleeve up to show me the scars and blood that covered his arm. “I’m so sorry, Y/N/N… I-... I couldn’t breathe or feel anything and I was so worried you were dead or kidnapped or…”

“Moe…” I said as I pulled my own sleeves up, revealing the horrible memories of highschool. Sure, there may have been some recent ones from my last visit to my mother’s, but Moe mattered more to me at this moment. He needed to know he’s not alone in this. “Baby, I’m so sorry… You’re not alone no matter what, okay?”

He took my face in his hands and kissed my cheek. I looked him in the eyes and smiled slightly. “I love you, Y/N,” he said, wiping my tears, “what would I do without you…”

He wiped his own tears away and I stood up, helping him get up too. “Here, sweetie, let me bandage you up.” I said as I got on my tiptoes to reach my emergency harm kit.

I took out the peroxide, bandages, and tape, dampening a cotton ball with the alcohol and dabbing it lightly onto his cuts. “I’m sorry if it hurts, meine liebe.” I grabbed the bandages, tugging lightly on the coarse white fabric and looping it around Moe’s wrist slowly. I pulled a piece of tape off of the roll and applied it lightly to the bandage. I lifted his arm to my lips and pressed a kiss to it lightly.

He smiled and picked up my arm, kissing the scars on my wrist. “Erinnern… für immer." I smiled at him and brought my arms up to wrap them around his neck and lean in slowly for a kiss. He kissed back and slowly pulled his sleeve down then pulled mine down as well. “Ich liebe dich, Y/N.”

“Ich liebe dich für immer.” I said before hugging him tight, knowing that we’d always be there for each other no matter what happens or how bad life gets. I’d always be there for him when needed and he’d do the same for me.

Once we were ready to get out of the bathroom, we walked into the living room and greeted Dee and Roon. We didn’t explain what happened, “We just needed some couple time to explain and talk things out with each other.” Moe said, smiling.

I smiled knowing my sweet boy was okay.

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intheticklecloset · 4 months

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hi!! may i order a peppermint mocha with atsushi and lucy? maybe with one of them discovering that the other’s ticklish (i was thinking during cuddles for warmth or ice skating? y’know when you nearly fall and quickly grab the nearest thing? the iceskating one sounds a bit tricky but i’m just trying to give variety,, heheh)

i requested this with ler!lucy in mind (maybe fits the vibes easier) but feel free to go with whatever makes writing her easier :) and if you’re inspired to do something else for the scenario, go ahead!! whatever makes you comfortable

you did mention you’re still trying to figure out how to write lucy(?) so i tried to give as much freedom as i could with this :’D

at the end of the day, no pressure!! feel free to skip this prompt, i don’t mind <3 if you do do this prompt, i hope you enjoyed the small variety? was a bit worried about requesting for lucy, but we’ll see!! have a wonderful christmas, don’t forget to take breaks!

❄️ Peppermint Mocha Special Order ❄️

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“You’re doing great, Lucy!” Atsushi encouraged, a gentle smile on his face as he drifted alongside the redheaded girl, who was hugging the wall of the skating rink as if her life depended on it. “You can let go now; I’ll be right here to catch you if you fall.”

Lucy huffed at him. “Easy for you to say, Mr. Catlike Balance. And don’t just say stuff like that so casually!”

“Huh?” He blinked at her, genuinely confused. “But it’s true. Come on, Lucy, you can let go.”

She grumbled under her breath, but eventually pried herself away from the wall one hand at a time, wobbling unsteadily but able to keep her balance for the most part. She attempted to push off gently, gliding forward two feet at a time.

“There you go, see? You’re a natural,” Atsushi praised, grinning, skating along beside her. It was true he was able to pick up ice skating fairly quickly thanks to his inner catlike qualities, but he thought Lucy was picking up relatively quickly in her own right, too.

“This is ridiculous,” she grumbled. “I look like a child.”

“Everyone has a first time on the ice, you know. It’s no problem. No one’s looking at you weird or anything.”

Lucy turned her head to glance around and confirm what he was saying, but the instant she did so her balance was lost, and she began to flail. Atsushi rushed forward to help her just as he promised, making sure she didn’t fall, but in her attempt to steady herself she grabbed onto the nearest thing – which happened to be the weretiger’s hips.

Had he reacted any differently, she’d have been mortified at herself. But the way he squeaked and giggled while never letting go of her only made her blink at him in surprise.

“Atsushi?” she asked. “What was that?”

“N-Nothing,” he murmured, gently guiding her hands back to the wall instead of his waist. “I’m just kind of ticklish there. You surprised me.”

Lucy stared at him, then gave him a playful smirk. “Ooh, ticklish, huh?”

Atsushi whimpered, but it was no use. She reached for him again, this time holding his waist while tickling his ribs, and he squealed with giggles again, attempting to back up but taking her with him thanks to her grip on him, and soon they were both too far away from the wall to fall back on it if need be. Others skated by them with knowing looks in their eyes, but Atsushi could only giggle and squirm in her arms.

“Luhuhuhuhucy!” he whined. “Plehehehehehease!”

“What’s the matter?” she teased back, far too pleased with herself. “Don’t cats like getting their bellies rubbed?”

He’d have argued that he was a tiger, not a cat, but he was too wrapped up in his own laughter to manage it. What had started as an ice skating lesson for Lucy quickly turned into a giggly, tickly dance on the ice for both of them.

He couldn’t quite bring himself to say he didn’t enjoy it.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #peppermint mocha event #bungo stray dogs #bsd #atsushi nakajima #lucy montgomery #atsulucy #tickling #ticklish #tickle #ICE SKATING!!#what a fun prompt!!#this was such a cute idea anon oh my goodness!#thank you for giving me something different to write for bsd <3

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m2ok · 1 year

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Hey, I absolutely love your writing!! 💕 I was wondering if you would ever consider writing for Alex from cod?

Honestly I haven’t thought much about it, but I’ve since done some research (I looked at tik Tok edits of him) and gotta say I’m a big fan! I’m not entirely sure what his personality is, so I made him sorta of a Soap/ Price mixture :) feel free to request something for him if you’d like :D for now have some headcannons!

Alex Keller Headcannons

Alex Keller X M!Reader

A/N: let me know if this is super ooc for him or what his personality really is :)

This guy I think you could’ve met at a civilian. Honestly I’m picturing a meet cute, he gives hallmark vibes. Maybe you worked at the new coffee shop he frequented, or your dog ran away from you in the park and he happened to run into the little guy. Whatever meet cute trope you’d like I think would honestly work.

I think he’s one of those people where you think he’s an open book because he’ll tell you his entire life story, but you find you don’t know much about him afterwards. He doesn’t say how he feels, just what happened to him. It would take you a little bit to figure out that he hasn’t opened up as much as you thought he had.

I’m getting golden retriever energy from him honestly. He just seems like he’d follow you around throughout the day just to be around you.

maybe a mountain dog, because I think he’d be fiercely protective on the battlefield. Of course he knows you can take care of yourself, but if he’s your boyfriend he’s naturally going to worry about you.

If you do happen to get hurt you can guarantee that whoever did it is going to die a slow painful death as long as time allows. Alex doesn’t forgive that kind of thing easily if at all.

Just a little bit dumb I think. Not in the field, of course, but when it comes to everyday basic things I think he’s little dense. Like he’d put plastic in the microwave and pull out a melted container with a little pout.

He can cook breakfast foods, but nothing else. Pancakes? Absolute king. Soup? No way. He’d somehow burn the broth.

Very much adhd vibes. He will pull you into a bunch of shenanigans that get you in trouble just because he had the idea last night at 3 am.

Very gentle and soft, he likes to be the little spoon and he has no issues admitting it. He’ll just yank you down on the bed and wrap your arms around him yourself.

Definitely the type to brag about you any chance he could “everyone, this is my b o y f r i e n d y/n”. He would also start calling you his husband before you guys were married.

He’d also always ask you to marry him just because he can’t help himself. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, you could be helping him trim his beard or just cooking something for him and he’d just “marry me” with the softest little smile on your face.

You’d just laugh and go “give me a ring next time and maybe I’ll say yes”

Little did you know he already had a ring tucked away in his pocket. He didn’t plan on proposing just yet, but he kept it away just in case he found the perfect moment and couldn’t pass it up.

I think he’d only have a bit of the proposal planned out, he knew what he wanted to say but he didn’t know where. It would probably be in the same place you first met because it had sentimental value to you both.

As a husband I think he’d want to settle down pretty quickly. He’d retire from the military and live in a nice little house from you in a cute little town. It would be one of those towns where you could walk everywhere you needed to go and everyone knew everyone.

I cant get the imagine of him and blue jeans on with a carhartt jacket and beanie on. I just think he’d look so fine.

He likes hiking absolutely. I imagine you living somewhere that has a really close by hiking area. He just loves nature so much and loves to be in it.

Mediocre at putting things together. Furniture with instructions is no issue and simple things like a birdhouse or a shelf he can do, but nothing extravagant (nothing can beat Price I’m so sorry I love him so much he’s so perfect)

Another imagine I can’t get out of my mind is plaid. Specifically as your bed sheets. It would be like a thick, comfy sort of sheet. Nice and soft and great for cuddling.

His love language when it comes to showing it I think is gift giving. It doesn’t have to be extravagant either like he’ll just find a cool rock and give it to you. Or a little paper crane he’s made

On top of that he’s a fantastic gift giver around the holidays or your birthday. He just loves seeing how happy you get when you open something and find it was the exact thing you mentioned months ago.

Definitely buys presents all year around that way the tree is absolutely packed when Christmas comes around.

If you don’t celebrate Christmas he does his absolute best to follow your traditions and be respectful of how you celebrate if at all. To him the holidays are all about spending time with those you love, no matter how it’s done.

Overall I think he’s a very kind, open, loving partner. He loves you with his whole heart and doesn’t have a lot of issues showing that.

#alex keller #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod fanfic #cod imagine #cod x male reader #male reader #Alex Keller X reader #alex Keller X make reader

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duckymcdoorknob · 6 months

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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 13: 𝓢𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴

Alright 3 more and I’ll be halfway done.

I can dooooo thisssssss

Tags: @chrimsss @ticklish-n-stuff @giggly-squiggily @sleepysheepytea (another naruto one!!)

—Ngl this do have tickles under the cut—

While Neji was glad that he was fitting into his team, the… over-enthusiasm from his bushy-browed teammate was proving to be a bit much. He has a great fondness for his cohorts, and he wouldn’t trade them for the world, but sometimes Lee was just too much to handle.

So when Neji tried to have an… important conversation, he wasn’t quite expecting the Taijutsu user to get the jump on him.

The long-haired male was having a calm conversation with his other teammate, a burning question on his mind.

He had to get it out before their Sensei returned, or before Lee made an appearance. As soon as he opened his mouth, a pebble hit the back of his head. “Ow. what the-“

Another stone tried to collide with his head, but instead was caught effortlessly and ground to dust between the Hyuga’s fingers.

A menacing giggle was heard from a nearby bush. “Dammit, Lee! I’m trying to have an important conversation here!” He turned back to Tenten, “Sorry about that, what I wanted to ask was-“

A sudden battle cry turned both of their heads to the left. A joyful Rock Lee was speeding toward them, a smile of menace on his face. Neji grabbed Tenten by her shoulders and jumped to the side. The taijutsu user skidded to a halt as Neji cleared his throat and removed his hands. “Sorry.”

Tenten giggled. “You two are too funny. So, what did you need?”

“Perhaps you could meet up with me at another time? It seems that a certain someone won’t let me have any kind of decent conversation without butting in.” he accentuated his words through grit teeth. “It’s nothing to be worried about, just something I figured I should ask about.”

“Oh! Sure thing. Let’s meet back here later.”

‘Later’ Lee thought, ‘but when is later?’

As the girl left, Rock Lee drew little shapes into the dirt below him, having just previously found a stick. A shadow was cast upon him. Looking up, he smiled. “Oh Hello, Neji!”

“Lee… care to tell me what that was for?” If looks could kill, Lee would’ve been six feet under by now.

“I was just simply engaging with you two in fun, youthful activities!”

“I was hoping to have an important conversation with her,” the Hyuga hissed.

“What kind of conversation?”

Neji stiffened, “N-None of your concern.”

“Ohhh come on, tell me! Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!” With every plead for information, the taijutsu user poked at his teammate’s sides.

“H-Hey! Lee! St-stohohop that-“

“Ohoho! Was that laughter I’ve just heard from you, Neji?”

The Hyuga’s eyes widened a bit. “Whatever you’re planning, don’t you dare. I will not be embarrassed by you twice in one d-ahahay. Lehehehee!”

Neji was interrupted by Rock Lee pinching his sides quickly. Every pinch would lead the long-haired male to squirm to one side, only to be met with another pinch on that same side.

“Lehehehee!”

“Yes?”

“Dohohont dohoho thihihis!”

“There is nothing wrong with the youthful glow of laughter, dear teammate! I’m simply helping you to enjoy your youth!”

“Ihihihits Nohohohot hehehehelpihihing,” Neji grabbed at his teammate’s wrists, only for the latter to push right through. The two toppled to the ground, Lee kneeling at the prostrated male’s side.

“For someone whose jutsu relies on his hands, your grip is quite weak.” Lee reported as he skittered his fingers on the Hyuga’s lower back.

“Wohohohould yohohohou stohohohop thahahat?”

Lee beamed as he moved his hands up to Neji’s underarms, going for the kill. “I must get you to laugh freely! Come ooooon, Neji!” The taijutsu user cooed.

“LEHEHEHEE! STOHOHOHOP THIHIHIS!”

“Aha! I’ve found it!” he reported as he continued his ticklish assault. “See how much fun you’re having now?”

A blush rose to Neji’s cheeks. “IHIHIHIM NOHOHOT HAHAHVIHIHING- NGH LEHEHEHEE STOHOHOHOP!”

“Are you sure? I know you well, Neji. You have a lot more stamina, and you aren’t even sounding tired yet.”

Damn! Lee read him like a book! Nothing could make this situation any w-

“Am I interrupting something?”

Lee’s head snapped to the right and he locked eyes with Tenten, his smile growing. “Oh hello, Tenten! I was just showing Neji how youthful it is to have a good laugh!”

“TEHEHENTEHEHEN? OKAHAHAHAY LEHEHEHEE! EHEHENOHOHOUGH!”

The tickle attack stopped and Neji laid in the grass, panting with a smile on his face. Tenten appeared above him, offering him a hand.

Neji sheepishly took it, rising to his feet. “Sorry about that.”

“No, don’t be. It was… charming to see that side of you,” she beamed. “I wanted to come back because we never decided on when to meet back up!”

“Oh, right.” Neji cleared his throat. “Well, I’ll just go ahead and ask now… I suppose… um, well-“

He paused to shove Lee’s face away, given that the latter tried to butt into the conversation. With hand over the taijutsu user’s face, Neji sputtered out his question. “W-Would you per-perhaps want to join me on a da- outing sometime?”

The girl’s face flushed as she grinned. “I’d love to.”

As the two locked eyes, Lee cheered behind them, jumping about excitedly.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

#t content #augtickletober2023 #naruto #naruto shippuden #neji #neji hyuga #rock lee #naruto rock Lee #naruto neji #lee!neji #ler!rock Lee #ticklish!neji #naruto tickle

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Ibara Saegusa - Private Room Chapter 3

Writer: Nishioka Maiko

Season: Autumn

(Location: Starmony Dorms Hallway (2F))

Mitsuru: Bread bread, br-br-br-brea~d♪ Delicious freshly baked bread~

It’s so plump and chewy because it wants to be eaten by me~♪ Bread bread, br-br-br-brea~d♪

Midori: What’s with that song? It’s somehow stuck in my head, so please stop……

Anyway, it’s just as I’d suspected from a bakery recommended by Tenma-kun. All the bread looked delicious, and before I knew it I ended up buying too much.

Thank you for taking me there. I had been thinking of going to the convenience store because I was hungry.

Mitsuru: That’s a cheap thing to buy! I mean, is that all Midori-chan needs to eat? That won’t fill your stomach, right~?

Midori: Yeah……? Three loaves of bread is a bit more than normal, isn’t it?

In fact, I think Tenma-kun is eating too much…… Can you really eat all of that big bag of bread?

Mitsuru: Fufun♪ That’s how much time I have! I’ll make sure to finish eating by dinner time.

Midori: Ehh!? Are you planning to eat all that in one day— hm?

Aira: ………

Midori: UwaaAAA!? There’s a ghooost!?

Mitsuru: Midori-chan, Midori-chan. It’s not a ghost, it’s Ai-chan.

Midori: —Eh, Shiratori-kun?

…… Ahh, that’s right. If you look closely it is Shiratori-kun. Why’s he crouching down at the end of the hallway like that?

Mitsuru: Ai-chan, are you okay? Does your stomach hurt?

Aira: Hueh……? H-Huh? Tenma-senpai and Takamine-senpai? Ah, I see. This is the second floor.

Umm, I’m fine. It’s not like my stomach hurts or that I’m injured. That’s not the full truth though……

Mitsuru: Hm? Did something happen? We’ll listen to what you have to say, alright?

Aira: Uuu. Thank you very much……! Actually—

Midori: Ehh!? The water supply broke?

Mitsuru: That’s a bi~g deal!

Aira: That’s right. I had the water turned off, but the room was a mess.

Midori: Uwaa…… That was rough, wasn’t it. If I were in that situation it’d make me want to die……

Uum, I understand that there was some trouble. But why were you crouching down like that……?

Aira: Ah, about that. I was worried that it might have leaked to the floor below, so I went to check it out. In the end, it didn’t leak, so that was a relief.

They said it’ll take three days to repair and clean the room and that the room would be completely unusable in that time.

When I was at a loss for what to do next, I lost the will to move……

Before I knew it, Takamine-senpai and Tenma-senpai were right in front of me.

Mitsuru: Uu~. I feel so bad for Ai-chan~……

…… Ah! That’s it! You should come to our room! Ao-chan-senpai is also away for work so there’s free space in the room!

Aira: Aoba-senpai too? Ah, now that I think about it… Sakuma-senpai and Tenshouin-senpai said that Aoba-senpai would be going with them……

But even so, I’d feel bad to burden you guys for three days.

There’s also Saegusa-senpai in the room with you guys. I’ll figure something out on my own.

Mitsuru: But that’s not fair, is it? The other day, Sou-chan-senpai taught Ado-chan-senpai and I the phrase “If you know what’s right and don’t do it, then you have no courage.”

I’ll put it into practice too!

It’s alright. Saegusa-chan-senpai will understand if you explain the situation properly! Hey, Midori-chan. You think so too, right?

Midori: Eh? Are you asking me……?

U~mm…… I don’t know if it’s okay to call that without asking permission……

Still, it would be a shame to turn a blind eye to a situation like this……

Besides, Shiratori-kun is also my club junior. I think it would be fine for just three days……?

Aira: Uu…… Takamine-senpai, Tenma-senpai, thank you so much……! I’ll never forget this kindness!

Mitsuru: Ahaha. It’s no big deal~

C’mon, c’mon! I bought lots of delicious bread, so let’s go back to the room and eat together☆

(Location: Starmony Dorms (Exterior - Night))

Ibara: Fuu……

(I managed to get all of my work done before I went on my day off. I’m sure it’ll pile up again tomorrow in the meantime.

Well, that’s fine. It may be an unexpected day off, but I haven’t been able to take much time for myself lately regardless.

Moreover, Takamine-shi and Tenma-shi are supposed to be working tomorrow…… It’ll be nice to be able to spend time alone in my room.

How should I spend my first vacation in quite some time?)

(Location: Starmony Dorm Room (Ibara, Mitsuru, Midori, Tsumugi's Room))

Ibara: ………

Mitsuru and Midori: Welcome ba~ck.

Aira: W-Welcome back.

Ibara: …… Why is Shiratori-shi here?

Mitsuru: That’s because we picked him up~!

Ibara: …… Is that so? So, can he go back to where he came from right now?

Midori: Awawa…… It’s like we picked up an abandoned cat!? W-Wait please! That’s not how it is. There’s a good reason for this……!

Ibara: And that is?

—In other words, you want him to stay here until his room becomes available again……

Mitsuru: That’s right~. Ai-chan is really in trouble and I feel bad for him. So it’s fine, right, Saegusa-senpai?

Ibara: (Good grief. I was planning to spend some time alone tomorrow. I didn’t expect to be denied like this.

Seriously. There’s a limit to how good-natured you can be. Why do you go out of your way to pick up trouble like this……)

It’s not my fault, so I should leave it to the dormitory manager.

I’m sorry Shiratori-shi, but I’ll have to ask you to leave. I’m not fond of things like taking on responsibilities I don’t need to.)

Aira: Umm…… It’s a bother after all, isn’t it?

Ibara: ………

(No. Wait……? I think they were in the same room as Shiratori-shi—)

Not at all. When we’re in trouble, we call on each other! There’s plenty of empty space.

Until your room is ready, you may feel free to spend your time in this room as if it were your own☆

Aira: ! T-Thank you very much! Ibara: (By selling a favor to Shiratori-shi, I’m also indirectly selling a favor to His Holiness Eichi and Sakuma-shi. This is what it means to kill two birds with one stone! Ahaha☆)

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#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #ibara saegusa #mitsuru tenma #midori takamine #aira shiratori #era: !!#type: scout

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via-the-cryptid · 7 months

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Loving both of your Simon + Betty AUs!!! <3

For the Wizard Marriage Au, did the Land of Ooo know that Ice King and Magic Queen were married or was there an incident? Also are there any other tidbits of lore you’ve thought out but no one’s asked yet? I really love this AU! If you ever decide to make a fic give me a heads up cause I’ll read it in a heartbeat!

Then the Simon + Betty Swap AU, will Simon sacrifice himself to defeat Golb like Betty does? I feel like it would be fitting cause she spent so much time dedicated to him so now he’s dedicated to saving her from the crown by making sure she’s her normal self again. Also how would Betty react to Simon/Golb?

the first one is not actually mine, but belongs to @finedinereception who may have the answers to these questions! I’m a big fan of the AU, but unfortunately I was only reblogging their posts, not making them myself.

the Snow Queen AU, however, is absolutely mine! I was not actually planning on having Magic Simon merge with Golb, mostly because I like happy endings where everyone gets to live and be happy together, but I do have legitimate in-universe reasons for this as well.

Simon did let Betty always put him first in the past, but in the future, he’s devoting his life to figuring out a way to make sure that she can be happy. However, in Simon’s eyes this doesn’t mean ‘get rid of the crown no matter what’ as it did in canon Betty’s after her numerous attempts to tamper with it failed. to him, this means ‘find a way to make Betty happy no matter what’, and he’s well aware that she wouldn’t be happy if he left. she was far more crazed and unhappy when she didn’t have him, and everyone in Ooo can confirm that she’s grown much calmer since she got what she wanted and found her prince. it’s part of why Simon comes back and continues to stay in the snow kingdom for much of his time — it makes her happy.

Even so, he knows that deep down, Betty isn’t really living for herself. what he wants is to give her that choice back, to allow her to pick for herself what she wants and how she’ll do it. he knows she would love the land of Ooo and all its mysteries, but she barely spared them a glance for centuries because she was too busy looking for him. Simon wants her to be able to live her life without worrying over him, and the only ways that will happen is if he stays where she knows he’s safe, if he proves to her that he can keep himself safe, or if she forgets about him completely, and not even the crown could accomplish that last one.

I do have an idea for Magic Simon’s end result of trying to help Betty regain her autonomy and tamp down the Simon Obsession, but for the moment the AU is a lot more ‘they’re both a little crazy and also madly in love. maybe one of them is a bit crazier than the other. actually make that a lot crazy but y’know what I don’t think her husband really minds’

#adventure time #snow queen au #betty grof #simon petrikov #petrigrof #petrigrof role swap #answered asks

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shankschewtoy · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request headcanons for Zoro with an s/o who joined the strawhats as a blacksmith and takes care of his swords and how they become closer and fall in love?

Love your blog! 🖤

a/n - anon this is adorable 🥺 Zoro would totally be so happy whenever they take care of his swords :D

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, I slapped Luffy in here :)

- Blacksmith? You were literally MADE to take care of Zoro’s swords

- he was a bit skeptical at first (his swords are his children)

- but after a little while, he let you clean them and te polish them whenever they looked a bit dingy

- he can’t help but just- stare at you whenever you’re handling his swords

- He just KNOWS that you won’t do anything to hurt them or break them

- the way you delicately handle them, wiping the blade off, and testing the sharpness with pieces of paper

- He can’t help but just fall in love with you even more 😭

- it gets a bit uncomfortable when he’s just staring straight at you when you’re just trying to clean his swords 💀

- “Um- Zoro- im not going to break your swords so don’t worry…”

- “I wasn’t staring- wh- no! Yeah you better not break them!”

- …?

- Yeah- flustered af

- poor guy doesn’t mean to stare- he doesn’t know how to crush on someone 😭

- To try and get closer to you, he asked if you could teach him how to properly clean his swords and polish them

- Of course you were happy to teach someone your ways!

- When you put your hands on his arms, guiding him through the process, oh my god poor Zoro is struggling to not turn bright red

- Everytime you touch him, speak with him, anything, his heart beats faster

- He still doesn’t understand it- but you’re just so perfect in his eyes

- this mosshead is adorable to you, always asking how to clean his swords himself, staring when you’re polishing them for him

- You appreciate how much trust and faith he has in you, you’re aware that his swords are literally his life

- and he’s clueless about directions so it’s always funny when he gets lost 😭

- you help keep this mosshead on his feet, and he loves that about you

- You pretty much took on the job of taking care of Zoro when you started to look after his swords

- And tbh it’s a pretty nice job :)

- You love him, and he loves you

- … his confession needed a ton of work but- it got the message across

- (it wasn’t his confession, Luffy told you himself)

- “Heyyy y/n! Zoro wanted me to tell you that he likes you! I mean- of course he does, you’re our friend!”

- … LUFFY YOU JUST FRIENDZONED- ok I’ll be quiet

- Zoro just- died

- He was like: … ok I’m gonna dig a hole and die in it

- You were honestly pretty surprised, and when you looked at the mosshead, his hair almost turned the same color as his face, bright red

- Zoro beat the shit out of Luffy later so dw

- You accepted his confession, and holy shit Zoro was so fucking happy

- Zoro on the outside - 🗿

- Inside -

- Luffy and everyone learned that day that he was asexual and didn’t know how tf to keep a secret

- literally look at his face when he lies

- bitch doesn’t know how to lie and it’s hilarious

- anyway- you and Zoro figured yourselves out

- And still- you make him so flustered without even doing anything

- Just smiling at him and he gets all happy inside, it’s an insulated and uncomfortable feeling for him

- Give the mosshead some time, training, sake, and swords have been his whole life for a while

- But now with you? His life just- he can’t even find words to describe how much he wants to stay alive, just to be with you forever <3

a/n - Zoro is actually a really sweet boi :) Luffy would totally accidentally friendzone someone 💀😭

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece hcs #anime hcs #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro #zoro one piece #zoro x y/n #zoro fluff

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indigooo74 · 2 months

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Everything Will Be Okay (An Aladarius Fic)

Chapter 4- Fever

TW-Seizures

It was the next day, Darius and I were still cuddling with me, he seemed tired from everything that had happened yesterday and it was fair, I caressed his hair.

Darius slowly opened his eyes and looked up at me “Al…you’re awake..” He spoke, I looked at him.

“yea I’ve been awake for about 1 hour, I didn’t want to interrupt you though..” I spoke still caressing his hair.

“..Hey uh, how are we going to get my medication?” He asked

“Oh! Lilith is working on it” I replied and smiled a bit

“That’s good to hear!” He said

“Wanna uh kiss, I don’t really know what to do” I spoke

“Yea..” he replied

Darius grabbed my cheeks and just kissed me, I kissed back, Darius was a bit warm but, I’m assuming it’s because he was cuddled up with me.

A few minutes passed and we were all in the kitchen, Darius was acting strange, he was stumbling a bit, I helped him sit down.

“You okay?…” I asked

“…Yea, I might just be a bit too hungry..or I’m just tired, I’ll be okay though..” Darius spoke, I held onto his hands and he still felt warm, though warmer than before.

Hunter noticed that and became concerned, he approached Hunter and I, Emira looked at us worried.

“Dads? What’s going on?…” Emira asked

“Nothing…d-don’t worry about it..” Darius spoke, he was bruising off the dizziness and then fact that he was really warm.

“Em, get the thermometer please” I asked.

Emira nodded and ran to grab the thermometer, Amity walked to us aswell, Edric just watched, he was worried aswell.

“Dad?…” Hunter said looking at Darius, Emira walked back in and gave me the thermometer, I placed it under Darius’s armpit, as soon as I heard a beep I checked the temperature, my eyes widened.

39 degrees Celsius, Darius had a fever, Darius was getting more dizzy, his body was trembling.

I knew what was happening, Hunter began panicking “what’s going on?! Why is he trembling?!” Hunter spoke.

I grabbed Darius quickly and laid him on the side before the trembling got worse, his eyes were rolled back and he was shaking violently, I grabbed my scroll and used a timer to time his seizures.

Hunter backed away he began to hyperventilate, Amity tried calming him down though, she was panicking aswell, Emira soon figured out what was happening and grabbed a pillow from the other room and laid it underneath Darius’s head, Edric backed away covering his mouth.

“…Keep him on the side dad, he’s starting to foam a bit” Emira spoke.

A bit of foam was dripping from Darius’s mouth as he was seizing, I caressed his hair gently.

“It’s okay…it’s almost done…you can do this honey..” I spoke gently, it was scary but, we all had to get used to it.

“How long has he been like this?..” Emira asked

“…2 minutes” I replied.

“Is he struggling to breathe?..”

“..I don’t think so, he is making a few groaning sounds but, he doesn’t seem to be struggling..”

About a minute passed and Darius stopped seizing, his eyes were closed, he was breathing heavily and he was unconscious, he was recovering slowly.

I looked down for a bit, Hunter seemed to have calmed down too.

“I-Is he going to die?..” Hunter asked

“…No, that can rarely happen, we have to keep him safe though..” I replied

“I’m scared, what if it gets worse!”

“Hunter dear, if he gets worse, we’ll take him to the hospital to figure out what’s wrong with him and if we can get his medication upgraded..”

He had a seizure for about 3 minutes and 42 seconds, Emira was making sure he didn’t hurt himself.

Soon enough we heard a knock, Amity got up “I got it!” She said and ran to the door.

Darius slowly woke up, he was still a bit dizzy after the episode but, that was normal.

I wiped the foam off of his mouth “…hey..you just had a seizure attack…” I spoke and caressed his hair, Darius looked up at me and nodded.

Amity lead Lilith to where we were and Lilith’s eyes widened.

“Did he have one?..” Lilith asked

Emira nodded, Lilith approached us two “I got the potion medications.

“Thanks Lilith..” I spoke “It’s best if he takes one now..” Emira spoke.

Darius grabbed one of the potions and drank it.

“Tastes funky, but, very sweet..” Darius said weakly.

Lilith placed the potion medication bag on the kitchen counter “If you run out, I can make some more..” Lilith spoke

I nodded, Darius sat up and looked at Hunter, Amity and Edric, he then looked at Emira, Lilith and I “…I’m sorry about that…” Darius said and looked down tearing up.

“What? You don’t have to apologize for that..” Emira said

“..I do, I scared you guys and I-“ Darius said before the kids and I hugged him.

“…you don’t need to apologize for that, none of us well, maybe just dad, saw you have that before and we were all worried for you…we all want you to be okay..” Edric said

“…” Darius didn’t say anything and just sobbed.

“Father are you okay?” Amity asked, I was worried for him, Darius kept sobbing.

“…I-I don’t know w-what to say, I-I’m just so glad to h-have a family like you g-guys..” Darius sobbed.

“..Awe Darius..” I spoke and gave him a kiss on the head.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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halfusek · 2 years

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Something inky this way comes! The Ink Demonth emerges once again!

The Ink Demonth is a 31-day event dedicated to the game Bendy and the Ink Machine (and other games associated with the Bendy universe). It’s based on daily themes. As long as your creation involves elements from the game along any interpretation of the respective day’s theme – it counts!

You don’t have to create something for each day, make as many as you’d like. However, if you manage to do all 31 of them, you can submit a form to receive a little gift (drawing request)! In the form you will have to provide a link to each of your posted event submissions (it doesn’t have to be Tumblr, just a site that’s publically accessible!).

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professor-tammi · 2 years

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a post containing all the Dimilix-related dialogue in Three Hopes.

I don’t think anybody expected Hopes to have as much dmlx content as it ended up having but boy it sure does have content, so, enjoy! Use it for fic referencing or converting people whatever you like :D

(If I’ve missed anything or if you notice any mistakes, please send me an ask / DM / etc and I’ll look into it!)

Prologue: A Chance Encounter

Dimitri camp dialogue, introducing Felix (if asked to by Shez):

Dimitri: Felix is the son of Duke Fraldarius. He has a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue, but he’s a good person at his core. I can attest to that. He has always admired strength above all else in a fighter. I imagine the two of you will make fast friends.

Felix camp dialogue:

Felix: You’re that new merc, right? Shez? The boar says you had some skill—you’ll have to give me a demonstration before we head out.

Dialogue options:

1. Agree enthusiastically. [Felix support raised]

Shez: Deal. I can clear some time before sunrise.

Felix: Looking forward to it.

2. Refuse his offer.

[...]

3. Ask who “the boar” is.

Shez: Sorry, “the boar”?

Felix: Don’t worry about it. He’s not your problem.

Chapter 2: Three Houses

Story scene: A Class of Blue Lions:

Felix: Enough chatter. You’re a mercenary, right? How’s your swordsmanship? You must have some skill if the boar here gave you passing marks.

Chapter 3: Crisis in Fhirdiad

Story scene: Apprehensions of Unrest:

Felix: Hold on. What did you say?

Dimitri: I’ve only just heard the news, so I’m a bit hazy on the finer points... But it seems my uncle has seized control of the capital and declared war on House Fraldarius. All signs point to him wanting to stamp the line out entirely.

Shez: That’s Felix’s family, right? They’re one of the Kingdom’s leading houses. What does the royal family gain from eliminating them?

Dimitri: I’d wager it has to do with House Fraldarius supporting my claim to the throne. [...] My uncle claims House Fraldarius is attempting to install me as their puppet. As such, he issued a written appeal to the western lords to help him “rescue me from the duke’s foul clutches,” as he puts it.

Felix: In what cruel world would our noble house take the reins of a boar like you?

Dimitri: Don’t ask me— it’s his pretext.

Felix + Sylvain camp dialogue:

Sylvain: Hey, cheer up, Felix. Your dad’s getting worried. I know how unpleasant it feels to have people make weird claims about your family.

Felix: Don’t act as if you have it all figured out. That sort of thing would never bother me.

Dialogue options:

1. Ask why he’s upset.

Shez: So if that’s not what’s bothering you, why do you look like you just got punched in the gut?

Felix: Because a certain someone’s indecision is making me sick to my stomach.

2. Doubt his denial.

Shez: Really? ‘Cause I think most people would take issue with their family getting pinned with a crime they hadn’t actually committed.

Felix: Ridiculous as it might sound, that’s what politics is all about these days. There’d be no end to the anger if you got frustrated at every slight to your family name. Still, you can hardly blame me if a certain someone’s indecision is getting on my nerves.

[Converge]

Sylvain: Look, if you’re that concerned about His Highness, you should just say something to him.

Felix: Hmph. Why should the job of cheering him up fall to me?

Story scene: Unrest in Fhirdiad:

Felix: You’re our commander, but you look like you’re heading for a funeral. Could you maybe try not being so insufferable?

Dimitri: Apologies for my demeanor. I’ve more than a few things on my mind.

CG Cutscene: Final Goodbye:

Felix: Something you feel like saying?

Shez: No...

Felix: All traitors get put to the sword. It’s his duty, as king.

Story scene: Determination:

Dimitri: Rodrigue will abandon his title and work with Dedue to restore harmony between our people. I’m not asking him for his life. Rather, he offered to spend it to set things to rights. [...] My time at the Officers Academy was a valuable experience, but I belong here now. Obviously Felix won’t be able to return either. Have him come to me later so I can deliver the news and an apology.

Rodrigue: I’ve already had a word and told him what must be done. You’ve no need to apologize.

Dimitri: Yes, I have. [...]

Chapter 4: To War!

Story scene: Deliberate and Decisive:

Felix: Pardon my lateness, Your Majesty.

Dimitri: You needn’t worry, Felix. I know your duties are many. Though I’m afraid we could not wait for you to begin the discussion.

Felix: This is about the Empire’s declaration of war against the Central Church, yes?

[...]

Margrave Gautier: War will always come at one point or another, and some degree of suffering is purely inevitable. You know this as well as I, Viscount.

Viscount Elidure: You dare speak of suffering, do you? When the blaze of war will not scorch your lands in the north as it does ours?

Felix: I would normally agree that those of us from the northern territories should hold less sway in this discussion. But if Garreg Mach were to fall, the warfront would not halt in the west. Your Majesty, what of House Rowe, or Galatea? Or the others in the south?

Dimitri: Not a word from Count Rowe as it stands, but I did receive a missive from Count Galatea. It read, “My people are not fools enough to rejoice in the surrender of their territories to invaders.” “There is no morality in turning our backs on the institution at the very foundation of our lives. We must support the church as they have supported us.”

Gustave: Your Majesty, we owe a great debt to the Central Church for their role in quelling the uprising two years ago. To not repay such generosity in kind would risk weakening the trust of your vassals.

Felix: And if that happens, we might find ourselves right back in the same mess as before. They lack the Crest of Blaiddyd, but there’s no small number of nobles who might crawl out of the woodwork claiming royal blood. The Kingdom’s already seen the turmoil and division such claimants can bring after the death of King Klaus.

Viscount Elidure: But Duke Fraldarius! Surely we are better served attempting to head off the very real and imminent war at hand instead of debating hypothetical unrest?

Dimitri: I don’t want my people to suffer the pain of conflict. But does anyone here really think the Empire will simply stop if we appease their every demand?

[...]

Felix: Ngh.

Dimitri: Do you have something to add, Duke Fraldarius?

Felix: Not really, no. I was just wondering how long we were planning to continue this tedious charade. The question’s simple: do we hand over our kingdom and subject ourselves to Imperial rule, or not?

Dimitri: I believe the Margrave has been quite clear as to what will happen if we give in to the Empire’s demands. We’ve all been informed of the rapid reformation their region has undergone. Many aspects of which I admire, I’m not ashamed to say. But an old, stubborn land like ours isn’t suited for such tempestuous change. Radical new freedoms are not what the people of Faerghus need right now. They need stability. Steady improvement in their daily lives. And real, lasting change can only come from a solid foundation.

Felix: Sounds like Your Majesty has made up his mind, then. Just say the word and we’ll leap into action.

Dimitri: Ahem. The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus will hereby offer asylum to the Curch of Seiros. Everyone, sharpen your blades and prepare for the battles ahead.

Story scene: Conspiracy and Redemption:

Dimitri: I will bear the weight of the Kingdom’s sins. If slaughtering a hundred foes means bringing salvation to a thousand of our own, I will do it.

Rodrigue: As you wish, Your Majesty. And if I may... try not to torment yourself so much.

[Rodrigue, Dedue, and Gustave leave; Felix enters]

Felix: Ah, how far our proud king has fallen. You sounded utterly vicious just now.

Dimitri: What do you want, Felix?

Felix: Oh, not much. I just thought catching a glimpse of your haggard face might put a smile on mine. I knew that playing the part of a cool-headed leader would be too much for you. But all this scheming, this calculation. It doesn’t suit you. Why don’t you just give it a rest already?

Dimitri: You think too highly of me. This is who I am, Felix. I’ve never been anything more than a bloody demon on the path of revenge.

Felix: ...

Dimitri: I stand here today to lift the burdens of all who perished before me. To see that those who bear guilt for their deaths are held accountable. I will expose whoever I must, slay whoever I must to see my task through to the end. There is no place for mercy within these walls. And if it affects the safety of my people, then that’s all the more reason to strike now.

Felix: And here I thought you were finally starting to pull yourself together.

Dimitri: I snuffed out my uncle’s life with my own two hands. As king and as general, I’ve killed countless more. I looked on as nearly everyone I held dear perished. I am the one who must take responsibility for their deaths. So rest easy, Felix. The weight of my atonement will not fall on your shoulders.

Felix: Hmph. No point in trying to reason with a boar. Enough of that, though. The city seems especially spirited today. Is something going on?

Dimitri: Ah, yes. Lady Rhea and the others from the church are making an excursion to the capital. I suggest you join in on the festivities before you go. It does the heart good to see our people smile.

Chapter 5: Skirmish in the Fog

Felix base camp dialogue:

Felix: Back when I was 14 or 15, the boar and I went out west to help quell the rebellion. That’s when I witnessed the beast inside him. I know exactly what I saw. Tell me, do you think you can imagine the look on his face when he slew the enemy commander?

Dialogue options:

1. Say that you can.

Shez: Yeah, I think so. Given how you’re talking about it, I’m guessing he smiled or something?

Felix: That’s right. I’ve known him a long time, but I had no idea he was capable of that.

2. Say that you can’t.

Shez: We’re talking about Dimitri, right? I have no idea. He’s so detached when he strikes down enemies now.

Felix: Then I’ll tell you. He smiled. He stood over the enemy commander’s corpse and smiled, drunk on his own bloodlust.

[Converge]

Felix: I know now that the commander was deeply involved in the Duscur incident. It’s not wrong to want revenge. But when I look at him now... It makes my stomach turn.

Story scene: The Bandit:

Dimitri: You did well, Miklan. I will remember the deeds you’ve performed here today.

Miklan: Pah. You know as well as I that I only did it for the money. Your money.

Felix: What are you playing at, boar? This washed up bandit doesn’t deserve to look at our army, let alone be a commander in it.

Dimitri: It’s a decision I made in collaboration with the margrave. Two years ago, after I ascended the throne. I ordered Gustave to capture him, made him swear his allegiance to the royal family, and gave him a unit of soldiers to command.

Felix: Spare me the details of how you did it. What I want to know is why.

Dimitri: My army was lacking leaders. We needed capable fighters to fill in the gaps. As for Miklan here, the margrave himself has instructed him in all manner of military tactics. I’ve seen his prowess with my own two eyes.

Felix: ...

Dimitri: In the centuries since the time of King Loog, Crests and Relics have kept Faerghus safe. We’ve come to depend on that power to protect us from outside attacks—and grown all too complacent in its wake. Naturally, we will take full advantage of our Heroes’ Relics in the battles ahead with Adrestia. But we cannot protect our home with Relics alone. If all who could wield them fell, so too would we. The blood of the Heroes is thinner now than ever before. We need men like him among our ranks.

Felix: I don’t doubt the truth of your words. But that’s not the issue here! Do you really think it appropriate to trust a man barely removed from his life as a brigand with the responsibility of command?

[...]

Felix: Let me guess, any means necessary?

Dimitri: I won’t defend it. Though I do see use in such a man. What he did in his time as a bandit was monstrous, I admit that. And I deserve no small amount of judgment for hiving him command in spite of it. But I can’t help but wonder. Perhaps his life could’ve been dramatically different had he only possessed a Crest. Same as the uncle I murdered.

[...]

Felix: I get what you’re trying to do, but you still should’ve talked to us first. This isn’t about who shoulders what blame. It’s a matter of letting us know what you’re thinking.

Dimitri: You’re right, Felix. My apologies.

Chapter 6: Conspiracy in the Air

Felix base camp dialogue:

Felix: Tch. There’s so much that fool neglected to tell us. It really pisses me off. Per usual, I have absolutely no idea what’s rattling around inside his skull. If he thinks he’s the only one who will lose face over this, he’s a greater fool than I gave him credit for. Who knew royalty could be so annoying.

Story scene: A Suspected Invasion:

Shez: You’re really going back to Fhirdiad? After all it took to get us to this point?

Dimitri: I will only be gone for a short while. A month at most, perhaps.

[...]

Felix: Explain to them, boar. This is a threat only us northerners understand.

Dimitri: Very well. A group of soldiers from the Sreng Region has broken through the defenses in Gautier territory and makes for the capital.

[...]

Dimitri: As for you, Duke Fraldarius, I leave command of the army to you in my stead. If the envoy does arrive... Well, the appropriate course of action will be in your hands. Just remember, the soldiers stationed here are not mere soldiers—they’re Kingdom citizens. And as such we have a duty to protect every last one of them. If they’re lost, I will have nothing left... save hollow prayers for the dead.

Felix: Hmph. Fine then.

Dimitri: Please, don’t look at me like that. I know this burden is a heavy one, but I suspect you will lead them better than I.

Chapter 7: The King Awakens

Story scene: The People of the North:

[...]

Felix: Have you any news from the north? What of the capital? And the king?

Kingdom Soldier: Nothing at the time of my departure, I’m sorry to report.

Shez: Guess there’s only one way to find out, then. We should head up there ourselves, Felix.

Kingdom Soldier: The margrave would surely send word if something were to happen at the capital. I imagine we’ll have more clarity on the situation in a few days’ time.

Sylvain: We don’t have a few days. You need to act, Felix, and you need to do it now.

Felix: Ngh... But if we move too rashly, the Imperial forces near the fortress will grow wise to our maneuvers.

Sylvain: As though any of that’ll matter if the king winds up dead. Losing Arianrhod would be the least of our worries then. We’d be trapped in a massive war of succession, and easy pickings for the Empire.

Felix: Even at a distance, that man has an uncanny talent for giving me headaches. Very well. Notify all troops stationed at the fortress, and round up a team of our most elite soldiers. We’re heading north.

Felix base camp dialogue:

Felix: Nothing left save hollow prayers for the dead, huh? Hmph. Whatever. Right now we have to prepare so the enemy doesn’t catch onto what we’re doing. If you spot anyone suspicious, apprehend them immediately. I’ll be keeping an eye out as well. Though I have to say, being a commanding officer is a ton of work. Guess I’m learning the hard way what he has to deal with.

Story scene: A Kingdom Without a King:

Felix: We’ve received a message from Margrave Gautier. It seems there’s an emergency at the capital.

Ingrid: No... I hope His Majesty is safe.

Felix: Cornelia has arrived at the gates of Fhirdiad, leading the combined forces of the western lords. [...] Sounds like they’re outfitted with strange new weapons as well, which they used to threaten the citizens of the capital. And so, our fearless leader surrendered to the enemy to protect the people of Fhirdiad from harm. I’m not sure what’s become of Dedue or my father.

[...]

Dialogue options:

1. Fear for your friends.

[...]

2. Fear for the people of Fhirdiad.

Shez: Strange new weapons? Are the citizens safe?

Felix: I believe so, for the time being. Though that’s mere speculation, or maybe just a feeling. In any case, if these lowlifes so much as thought about harming our people, the boar would break loose and make them pay.

[Converge]

Shez: We head north, Felix. There’s no time to lose.

Felix: Right you are. We make for the capital!

Story scene: The Mission (Azure Gleam):

Kingdom Soldier: I’m pleased to say Lord Rodrigue and Sir Gustave have been confirmed safe as well. [...] I should add, the western lords’ armies aren’t the only forces occupying the capital. There is another, one we can’t identify at present. I doubt even the great Lord Rodrigue and Sir Gustve will be able to hold out much longer.

Shez: Sounds like they’re in a bad spot. We should focus on keeping them safe, right?

Felix: Don’t be too hasty. Why do you think the two of them are causing this uproar in the first place?

Shez: To create a diversion, I know. But I don’t think that means we should just abandon them, either.

Annette: I agree, Felix. I won’t leave my father to die. Besides, I don’t think His Majesty would want us saving him if it meant sacrificing two of his most loyal retainers.

Felix: Fine, we’ll help them if we can. That better?

In-battle dialogue:

Felix: Come on. It’s time to rescue our fool king, and whoever else we find along the way.

[...]

Dedue: Areadbhar belongs in His Majesty’s hands. We must reclaim it.

Kingdom General: Guard that lance with your lives! Don’t let them have it!

[Mission: Defeat the Armored Knights and recover Areadbhar!]

Felix: Makes me sick seeing that thing with the enemy. We’ll wrest it out of their cold, lifeless fingers.

[Upon recovering Areadbhar]

Felix: This lance is a symbol of the Kingdom... and it’s all the boar has left of his father. Let’s bring it back where it belongs.

Dedue: Indeed. To His Majesty.

CG Cutscene: The King’s Fight:

Shez: Dimitri. You OK?

Dimitri: My friends... Why have you come?

Felix: As if we would just leave you here to die.

[Felix offers Dimitri his hand]

Felix: Time to get you out.

Dimitri: I’m afraid that I must stay. You saw what’s happening out there. Should I try to leave, my people’s lives are forfeit.

Felix: So they bind the boar not with chains, but with his utterly unreasonable sense of duty.

Shez: They’re gonna kill you in here, Dimitri!

Dimitri: So be it, then. If my death will keep my people safe—

Dedue: I won’t allow it.

[Dedue arrives with Areadbhar]

Dimitri: Dedue...

[Felix moves aside; Dedue offers Areadbhar to Dimitri]

Dedue: Take it, Your Majesty.

[Dimitri hesitates; Dedue takes Dimitri’s hand in his own and places it on the weapon]

Dedue: Whether it’s duty toward the living or the guilt for all those we have lost... Such burdens are not yours to bear by yourself. We are here to fight by your side, Your Majesty. And so we shall, now and always.

[Dimitri breaks out of the prison, throwing Areadbhar at a group of soldiers]

Felix: Typical boar. Can’t help himself. [To Shez] Hmph. Do try to keep up.

Shez: Back at ya!

Story scene: Burden to Bear:

Dimitri: My apologies. Cornelia would not have escaped were it not for my carelessness. She’s likely fled west i search of refuge with Viscount Mateus. As such, I will march west at once. I will not allow the western territories to go unpunished for this.

Felix: Stop. Just... stop.

Dimitri: Felix?

Felix: I’ve got something to say, boar. And this time, you’re going to listen. Time and time again we’ve tried to get it through your thick skull. We might be your subjects, but we’re your allies first. Yet you still insist on doing every little thing all by yourself. So what is it? Do you lack the ears to hear with? Or do you hear our words and just choose to ignore them?

Ingrid: Felix, that’s enough! I know how you feel, but you need to contain yourself.

Felix: I can’t. Two whole years I’ve bitten my tongue. The fool needs to hear this in the plainest terms possible.

Dimitri: It was I who chose war with the Empire. I who murdered my uncle in cold blood. I who oppressed the western lords. I failed to save the people of Duscur. Failed to save Glenn, and my father. The lives my actions stole from them are mine to atone for. Which I will do by exacting revenge on all who were involved. And by seeing my people safe.

Felix: Hmph.

Dimitri: As for that burden, yes. I believe it is mine to bear alone.

Felix: You truly are a solid-gold fool. One could search the Kingdom high and low and not find another as utterly asinine as you. And the rest of you, don’t just stand there. Speak up.

Mercedes: Well, I know Felix has a strange way of showing it at times... But this is all because he worries about you, Dimitri.

[Felix looks away]

Annette: And it’s not just him, either. We all do!

Dedue: Your Majesty. You know my feelings on this matter. Six years ago, I too watched as nearly everything I cared about was taken from me. And Felix is no different. He lost his brother that day. This pain is not yours to shoulder alone.

Ingrid: He’s right, Your Majesty. That is why it is so frustrating to see you act like this.

Sylvain: I can’t say it’s too surprising, though. You’ve always kept everything to yourself, even when you were a little kid. But what you’re going through now... It’s more than one person could possibly manage on their own.

Ashe: Please, Your Majesty. We just want to help. You can trust us.

Shez: Like I said before, all you need to do is ask and I’ll be at the ready. Besides, we’ll all be outta work if you go this alone.

Dedue: We will assist you in whatever we must. Even vengeance.

Dimitri: Thank you. All of you.

Chapter 8: The Blood-Stained Lance

Dimitri camp dialogue:

Shez: … What is it, Dimitri?

Dimitri: Ah… Well, in truth, I spent much of last night getting firmly scolded by Felix. Once he got started, he would not stop… We ended up talking through the night. Much like the old days. In the end, Dedue came into the tent and began arguing with Felix.

Dialogue options:

1. Rejoice in their reconciliation.

Shez: I know things’ve been awkward between you two for a while. I’m glad you were able to reconcile.

Dimitri: Thank you. I am as well.

2. Crack a joke. [Dimitri support raised]

Shez: He gave you a dressing-down, eh? Well you better leave tonight wide-open, because I’ve got a list of complaints myself.

Dimitri: Pardon? Oh, er, yes. I understand. I’d best finish my work while the sun is still high in that case.

Shez: Hah, I’m just pulling your leg. But I guess you’d be the type to take it seriously.

[Converge]

Dimitri: In any case, I am truly sorry to have worried you. What a feckless man I am, ever toiling to no avail. I promise, I will walk alongside everyone else moving forward.

Felix + Dedue camp dialogue:

Dedue: Felix, I wish to speak to you about the part of the Duscur vanguard that’s being sent to House Fraldarius. Do your soldiers have any complaints? I imagine you have thoughts as well.

Felix: Some might be dissatisfied. But I don’t care if they are. I value a warrior’s ability to fight. Things like where they’re from don’t matter to me. And to that end, there are many competent fighters among the Duscur soldiers and they all have high morale. They make for good training partners, and we can all learn a great deal from their techniques, and... What? You got a problem? Speak up.

Dedue: Not at all. I was just thinking that His Majesty must find it reassuring to have a confidant like you.

Felix: Huh? Well, I didn’t expect to hear that... Whatever. You’re free to say what you want.

Paralogue (Dedue, Felix, Ingrid)—Story scene: Wildflowers for the Future: Part 2:

Shez: Might be good to…you know. Take in the scenery. Maybe think about your brother.

Felix: No thanks. Remembering the past is important, but the present gives me all the direction I need. Namely, the duty to protect the same things Glenn did before me.

Dialogue options:

1. Ask if he’s referring to his lands.

Shez: You mean Fraldarius territory itself?

Felix: No. Well, yes. Obviously I have a duty to protect my home, but my brother didn’t really do that. I mean the future of the Kingdom itself.

2. Ask if he’s referring to Dimitri.

Shez: You mean Dimitri?

Felix: More or less. My brother gave everything to protect him, but only because he was protecting the future of Faerghus itself.

[Converge]

Felix: Which that fool will probably try to shoulder all on his own, so I guess they’re pretty much the same thing at this point. Anyway, keep that to yourself—and don’t you dare tell the boar.

Dialogue options:

1. Promise to hold his secret.

Shez: Sure thing.

Felix: Hmph. Good.

2. Shout it out to the world.

Shez: C'mon, why’d you have to say that? Now all I wanna do is run around telling everyone!

Felix: I’d prefer if you didn’t mock me.

[Converge]

Felix: ... You know, I don’t really care much for flowers, but this? This isn’t so bad.

Chapter 9: Reunion at the Fortress City

Story scene: Temporary Retreat:

Dedue: We must treat your wounds, Your Majesty. They will only worsen without proper rest.

Dimitri: Don’t worry about me.

[...]

Dimitri: And if we suppose Cornelia was party to Thales and his dark schemes, her actions become all the more explicable. I alone must bring light to this darkness.

Felix: You’re doing it again. You don’t hold a monopoly on revenge, you know. Or on truth-seeking, for that matter.

Ingrid: I need to know what happened, too. I need to face the reality of my past.

Annette: I’m in, too. I want my father to finally have closure.

Shez: I know I don’t have the same kinda shared history all of you do... But I do share your desire to know the truth. Both about myself, and everything else.

Dimitri: Yes. Yes, you’re right. Forgive me. For the time being... Ngh.

Felix: Dimitri.

Chapter 11: Reprisal

Story scene: A Just Cause:

[...]

Felix: It doesn’t matter what any of us say, boar. You know what needs to be done. We’ll have plenty of time to grieve once this is all over. So stick to the plan and don’t look back.

Dedue: We stand here because we believe in you, Your Majesty.

Dimitri: I see. I’m heartened to know I have your trust.

Story scene: Kill or Be Killed:

[...]

Rodrigue: When the sun sets on this war, only our king will be fettered by the vile moniker of invader.

Felix: Don’t put this all on him.

Rodrigue: And it will fall on you to support him through it, Felix. You understand, yes? That is your duty as the Shield of Faerghus, and descendant of the hero Fraldarius.

Felix: Hmph. Obviously.

Story scene: Entrusting the Future:

Shez: I’ve gotta ask—is Dimitri really that much like his dad?

Rodrigue: You would hardly be able to tell them apart were they in the same room now. Though Lambert did have a somewhat shorter temper. Still, they’re birds of a feather compared to my son and I. The two of us are as different as the blackest night and the brightest day.

Dialogue options:

1. Disagree with him.

Shez: I dunno, I think you’re pretty similar. Like, you’re both the first to take the initiative when something important needs doing.

Rodrigue: That’s enough to make this old man’s cheeks burn. Make sure you share that opinion with Felix as well.

Rodrigue: I suppose he is quite like me, though mostly in ways I had hoped to avoid.

2. Agree with him.

Shez: Yeah, you’re really not very similar at all. Your looks aside, of course.

Rodrigue: If you’re wondering where his stubbornness came from, that was entirely his mother.

Rodrigue: That said, he has come to resemble me over the years, though mostly in ways I had hoped to avoid.

[Converge]

Shez: Meaning what?

Rodrigue: He can’t live without some great purpose in life urging him forward. There is no peace in such an existence—I know because I’m the same way. As Lambert’s right hand, I devoted every waking moment to serving him. Supporting him. And when he was lost, so too was my reason for being. I had no choice but to search for something else to propel me forth. In the end—and after much consideration—I chose to devote myself anew to Lambert. To seeing through the promise I had made him.

Chapter 12: A Trick of the Goddess

Felix + Rodrigue base camp conversation:

Rodrigue: I will be overseeing our main base’s defense, per our discussion with His Majesty. Which means I won’t be able to accompany all of you. Do try to not slow His Majesty down, Felix.

Felix: Please. Me, slow him down? I’ll be the one dragging him to the enemy’s door.

Rodrigue: Haha! I’m certain His Majesty would find that most reassuring. I look forward to seeing what you will accomplish, Felix.

Felix: Hmph. You’re the one who needs to keep his ego in check. Try not to embarrass yourself, old man.

In-battle dialogue: [Only if Shez pursued Byleth]

Dimitri: The Ashen Demon has fled! Should we not give chase?

Kingdom General: I bear a report from Lord Rodrigue, Your Majesty! Enemy reinforcements are approaching our base!

Felix: That’s not good. But we can’t afford to let up now.

Dimitri: Indeed... Felix and I will go. That will be more efficient than dividing up our entire army.

CG Cutscene: Sacrifice: [Only if Jeralt was killed]

Dimitri: You should be more careful, Felix.

[Dimitri offers Felix his hand; Felix takes it. Dimitri pulls Felix up.]

Felix: Hmph. What do you know of caution? I guess this is it, then.

Dimitri: So it would seem.

Rodrigue: Your Majesty! It’s good to see you safe.

Dimitri: Ah! And you, Rodrigue.

Rodrigue: Well, Felix? I trust you’ve been keeping a watchful eye on him?

Dimitri: I’m afraid there’s no watching out for my recklessness.

Felix: Now you admit it.

[Not subtitled:] (Felix: We need you in one piece. [Not audible]—the enemy lines all by yourself—

Dimitri: By myself? You were there every step of the way!)

Rodrigue: See, Lambert? Just like when we were their age. All right. The others are waiting. We wouldn’t want them to worry about...

[Sothis-possessed Byleth stabs Rodrigue in the back; Felix charges at them]

Dimitri: You’ll pay for this!

[Camera pans to the Aegis Shield, then Areadbhar]

Byleth: The Steadfast... and the Vigorous... You would offer them as tribute?

[Byleth resists Sothis’ influence]

Byleth: Again... you resist me?

[Byleth breaks free and runs off; Felix looks back at Rodrigue]

Felix: No!

Rodrigue: Not exactly the way I thought I’d meet my end, but... I can only hope that... I served you well.

Dimitri: Don’t say that! We’ll get you help.

Rodrigue: Protect them, Felix... His Majesty... and the Kingdom...

Felix: I swear that I will.

Rodrigue: Lambert... Glenn... Forgive me...

Story scene: The Vow: [Only if Jeralt was killed]

Shez: ...

Dimitri: What are you doing up at this hour? You should head back to your tent—we have an early start tomorrow.

Shez: I could say the same to you. I know you’re busy and all, but you need rest.

Dimitri: As pitiful as it may sound, burying myself in work is the only way I can find peace in times such as these. The moment I close my eyes, I’m greeted by nothing but thoughts of Rodrigue.

Shez: Dimitri... I’m sorry. It was all my fault.

Dimitri: You needn’t blame yourself. Felix and I were right there. We could do little more than watch while his life was taken from him. And of course, we never would have found ourselves in such a position had my judgment been better.

Shez: Still, defeating the Ashen Demon has always been my responsibility. I was a fool to think we could settle things without fighting them, and Rodrigue lost his life to that foolishness. But I won’t make the same mistake again. I will defeat the Ashen Demon, mark my words.

Dimitri: That fiend is my enemy, too. And everyone else feels the same. Wasn’t it you who taught me not to bear all my burdens alone? Now go get some sleep. I’m sure you’re tired.

Shez: Right. Thanks, Dimitri.

[Shez leaves]

Dimitri: You should know I don’t take kindly to eavesdropping, Felix.

Felix: I should’ve kept quiet. You know, such talk would kill our morale if our soldiers caught wind of it.

Dimitri: Thankfully, it is a secret to all... save prowlers like you.

Felix: Hmph. I’m just here to check you’re not making things worse.

Dimitri: How much worse could it get? My poor leadership sent Rodrigue to his death. He never intended to sacrifice his life like that.

Felix: You’re as thick as ever. Yes, I’m sure my father regretted dying in such a way.

Dimitri: ...

Felix: But not because he wasn’t ready to go. If anything, he was already looking for a fitting place to die. His one regret would be never getting to see the new Faerghus his beloved king created.

Dimitri: I...

Felix: Which is why I’ll be taking his place by your side. You need to win this war—not just for today’s Kingdom, but for tomorrow’s. Only then will his dream finally come true.

Dimitri: Felix...

Felix: It’s funny. The two of us staring at the stars on a cold night like tonight brings back memories.

Dimitri: You mean when we got snowed in on the mountains. I remember it well. I thought that evening would be our last. Until Rodrigue and Glenn found us huddled together amidst the frost, that is.

Felix: Worst scolding I ever got.

Dimitri: ...

Felix: Well, I doubt they’d begrudge us a few tears tonight, at least.

Dimitri: No, I imagine not.

Chapter 13: Clash of Torment

Sylvain base camp conversation:

Sylvain: His Majesty and Felix have really risen to the occasion. 10 years ago they were squabbling over who broke whose sword. Now look at them. One’s a king and the other’s a duke. They’re fighting at each other’s side, issuing orders to other lords. I won’t lie, it’s still hard to believe. Maybe it’s time I get my act together soon.

Felix + Dimitri base camp conversation: [Only if Jeralt was killed]

Dimitri: Let us move on, Shez. The course of the war will be determined by whether or not we can retake Garreg Mach. The time has come to put an end to this painfully long conflict, as well as avenge those who have fallen.

Felix: ...

Dimitri: I will do my best to cut a path forward for all. I am sure we will accomplish great things. Is something the matter, Felix? You are more reticent than usual.

Felix: Hmph. I just thought you might’ve fallen back into your old bad habits after coming here.

Chapter 14: The Absent Emperor

Felix + Dedue base camp conversation:

Dedue: It appears Count Bergliez is now in charge of the Imperial army.

Felix: So I’ve heard. He put up one tough fight in Ailell. Getting past him won’t be easy. He still wishes to be the emperor’s shield, even though he knows that’s going on in the Empire. His sense of duty is admirable.

Dialogue options:

1. He sounds a lot like Dedue. [Dedue support raised]

Shez: A guy who protects his leader no matter what? Reminds me of you, Dedue.

Dedue: You may be right. I would do the same if His Majesty were in a similar situation.

Felix: Hah, I doubt you’d betray him even if he became a ruthless tyrant.

2. He sounds a lot like Felix. [Felix support raised]

Shez: A guy who protects his leader no matter what? Reminds me of you, Felix.

Felix: Hmph. Don’t lump me in with someone like that. I would’ve washed my hands of them and fled a long time ago.

Dedue: I don’t think you’re the kind to make such a decision lightly.

Story scene: Pursuit (Azure Gleam):

Shez: We’ll push our way through— strike everywhere all at once. Whatever traps Duke Aegir’s got for us, we’ll blow straight through ‘em. This isn’t a thinking person’s fight, not now. We’ve got the stronger army, so let’s start acting like it.

Felix: I didn’t realize we had two boars on our side. Though I can’t say I disagree.

Chapter 16 (Bonus): Into the Chasm

In-battle dialogue:

[Epimenides summons phantoms of the lord’s retainers; for Dimitri, this is either Dedue or Felix]

Edelgard: Hubert!? No. It must be a double.

Dimitri: If so, it’s completely indistinguishable from the real thing. This is vile sorcery indeed.

Phantom!Felix: You swore we would avenge our allies, yet now fraternize openly with their killer!?

Dimitri: You can’t fool me. If it were really you, you would understand.

Chapter 17 (Finale): The End of Tragedy

Story scene: The Final Charge:

Felix: It’s almost time. That’s your cue, Dimitri.

Shez: Yeah, we could all use one of your inspiring speeches to really set the mood.

Dimitri: Right then. [...]

In-battle dialogue:

Felix: No matter what comes at us, I’ll be the one at the boar’s back!

Supports

Dimitri / Felix B:

Dimitri: ...

Felix: How long are you going to keep staring blankly like an idiot? You should eat.

Dimitri: You’re right. My apologies.

Felix: Let me guess, you’re in a tizzy about how best to make use of the church’s forces—or maybe you’re just worried about how our forces will survive the winter. Well, knock it off. A good leader knows when to let their vassals do the worrying for them.

Dimitri: Is that why you left your uncle in charge of House Fraldarius?

Felix: Yes—though I’ve been returning to the territory the moment any issues arise with his governance.

Dimitri: And your mother? Is she in good health? I imagine it’s difficult to manage all the family squabbles on her own.

Felix: Oh, she’s fine—she’s good at that sort of thing. I actually think she likes it.

[If Byleth was not recruited] Dimitri: I would suppose, for now, that she probably feels better when she’s able to keep busy. You could stand to show her a touch more concern, though.

Felix: I suggest you focus on your own issues for once instead of worrying about everyone else.

Dimitri: I’m not sure that’s possible. Oh, but that does remind me, I hear the knights wanted to hold a joint training session.

Felix: Ugh. Forget it. You’ll never change. I’d tell you to stop brooding so much, but I’d be wasting my breath.

Dimitri: I cannot afford to lose this war, Felix. I must protect the Kingdom. I must avenge the fallen. Each day, we draw ever closer to those who pulled the actual strings. I’ve already punished any who knew of the plan and did nothing, as well as a number of middle-rank conspirators… But it isn’t enough. There are still those who must answer for this crime with their lives.

Felix: You are a book with one chapter and no ending. What will you do when you actually have this revenge of yours?

Dimitri: I don’t know. But if I can quell their grief—and their hate—it will be enough.

Felix: Ugh.

Dimitri: Do you hate me, Felix? After all, I saw Glenn die. I watched it and could do…nothing. His end lies on my shoulders. [If Byleth was not recruited] And Rodrigue as well. If I had only put an end to the Ashen Demon, he might still be with us.

Felix: That’s enough. I don’t hate you, OK? You weren’t responsible for any of that. They didn’t die for your sake. They made their own choices of their own free will. Don’t be so conceited.

Dimitri: But surely they didn’t want to die. Yet they did so to protect me. Me. I am undeserving of such sacrifice.

Felix: I told you to quit brooding and eat. Your food’s going to rot if you wait any longer.

Dimitri: Yes, of course…

Dimitri / Felix A:

Dimitri: I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but I swear I will avenge you. Please just wait a little longer. I will uncover who drove you to your deaths, no matter the cost.

Felix: Dimitri.

Dimitri: Gle— Oh, Felix. It’s you. I’m sorry you had to see that.

Felix: After 20 years, I’ve seen all of you there is to see. Everyone else is asleep—you know that, right? So why are you locked up here in the chapel? Also, what’s with the mumbling?

Dimitri: I suppose there’s little sense in hiding it from you… I suffer from a kind of…waking dream. I see them. I see the people who died on that day, at all hours light and dark. “If the Empire was involved in that incident… If the emperor stood by and gave tacit consent…” “Then give to them the same end. Gouge out their hearts and cleave their heads from their shoulders.” Those are the words the dead scream at me.

Felix: When did this start?

Dimitri: It’s been six years. But I began hearing their voices four years ago, during my first battle. I recognized the enemy general as a man I had seen in Duscur. When I removed his head, the voices…cheered. They laughed. It was as if a terrible pain had finally been lifted from them.

Felix: I think I get what’s happening here. Look, do you really think your father and Glenn and everyone else would be torturing you like that? You’re the one who’s doing this, Dimitri. Not them. You.

Dimitri: Even if that were true, I can never forgive myself.

Felix: Believe me, I know. But it’s your job to lead. If you lose your path, you’ll take everyone else down with you. So try to keep that whole “removing their heads” thing in check, yeah? We can just call it our little secret.

Dimitri: Well then, are you offering to let me unburden my heart to you when the time calls for it?

Felix: Ugh.

Dimitri: You’re the only reason I haven’t descended into utter savagery, you know. So just as Loog had Kyphon and my father had Rodrigue… I would ask that you continue to be my right-hand man.

Felix: Right-hand man, huh? I like the sound of that.

Dimitri: What are you doing?!

Felix: As your new right-hand man, my first act is to haul my restless king back to bed where he belongs.

Dimitri: This is absurd! My feet are dragging on the floor!

Felix: It’s your own fault for being so tall, you sack of muscle.

Dimitri: Heh. Say, do you remember how I once carried you in this way when you twisted your ankle?

Felix: Yeah, turns out lugging folks around is good training—so just cram it and let me finish my workout already.

Dimitri: Yes, of course. Please, carry on.

Shez / Dimitri B:

Dimitri: Ngh...

Shez: Oh, you’re awake. Don’t worry, it’s only been a few hours.

Dimitri: What... happened? The last I remember, I was training some of our new recruits...

Shez: You got hit by some stray magic. Pretty hard, too.

Dimitri: Yes, that’s right. How could I have let my guard fall so carelessly?

Shez: Probably the exhaustion. You usually sidestep stuff like that no problem. Everybody was really worried about you, though. Dedue and Felix in particular didn’t know what to do with themselves.

Shez / Felix C:

Shez: OK, it’s just... even though you never show it, I can tell you really care about Dimitri and the others.

Felix: Urk!

Shez: You all right there, Felix? There’s no reason to get all choked up over it.

Felix: It’s your fault for saying something so ridiculous.

Shez: Hey, you’re the one who asked. But it’s true, isn’t it? I know I’m right.

Felix: And what proof do you have?

Shez: Well for one, you move way better when you’re fighting alongside them.

Felix: Hmph. That’s only because I’ve known them so long now I can predict their every move. The boar always charges straight into enemy lines, so I have to be ready to cover him. Of course, few can survive one of his mad dashes. But I can’t just leave him alone. The man doesn’t give his own safety a second thought. We don’t coordinate, though. I just stick around to make sure the coast is clear for him to run wild.

Shez / Felix A:

Shez: It’s like you decide on a role for yourself, then do whatever you can to see it through. Of course, the role changes depending on the situation, and who’s fighting beside you. Sometimes you attack, sometimes you defend. It’s incredible just how versatile you are.

Felix: No need for compliments. That’s simply how I was taught to be.

Shez: Really? By who?

Felix: My father. He may prefer a spear or magic, but he’s more than capable with a sword in his hands, too.

Shez: Right. Makes sense it’d be Rodrigue. His weapon of choice might be different, but he adapts himself to the flow of battle just as well as you do. Probably better, actually.

Felix: The style didn’t start with him, though. It’s something the leaders of our house have passed down throughout the ages. House Fraldarius has been the king’s lance and shield for generations. Ever since the time of Kyphon, sworn friend of the great King Loog. At times we’ve been sent to defeat the crown’s enemies. At others, we’ve held back to defend the throne. I admit the style has its uses, idiotic history of blind faith aside.

Shez: Huh. So that’s why you fight the way you do. You’re indispensable, Felix. Not just to Dimitri, but to everyone else, too.

Dedue / Felix B:

Dimitri: Now then, I’d like to hear opinions on the proposed tactics. Personally, I believe it best to gather our forces and attack the stronghold directly, but—

Felix: Ha! Of course the boar wants to rush in headlong. Using a small force to take out the enemy’s base of operations is a far better idea.

Dedue: …

Felix: Do you have something to say, or are you just going to stand there glaring at me?

Dedue: I have nothing to add, no.

Felix: So you’re saying you have no thoughts on it whatsoever? You don’t even agree or disagree — just purely, blissfully neutral.

Dimitri: Enough, Felix. Leave Dedue be and tell me more about this idea of yours.

Felix: We don’t need to kick down the front door here. Sneaking in with a small force and burning their food stores will be more than enough.

Dimitri: Interesting. We’d miss a chance to loot their supplies, but it would free up our main force for other matters. Still, it won’t be easy to slip past their patrols. I’d best take my personal troops and—

Felix: Allow me to take on the role. I trust that’ll be satisfactory.

Dedue: Heh.

Dimitri: Right then. Now that we’ve solidified our strategy, let’s break for a bit.

[Dimitri leaves]

Felix: OK, what is your problem? You’ve been giving me that look ever since we came in here. You clearly have something on your mind, so spit it out.

Dedue: It’s good to have you with us.

Felix: Huh?

Dedue: Few can debate His Majesty without hesitation or ill intent. Our war council proceeded smoothly as a result.

Felix: You make me sound like some kind of troublemaker. I don’t disagree just for the thrill of it, you know.

Dedue: You don’t say.

Felix: Dimitri’s always had a reckless streak. Who knows what kind of mess he’d drag us into if someone wasn’t around to stop him. The guy would gladly throw his life away for someone else given half the chance.

Dedue: You have a point.

Felix: His death would mean the destruction of both Faerghus and the church. So when I try to protect him, what I’m really doing is protecting the Kingdom.

Dedue: Spoken like the Shield of Faerghus.

Felix: What’s with the smile? I told you, if you’ve got something to say, just say it!

Dedue: I know you spoke up for my sake as well. I’m grateful for it.

Felix: Yeah, well, just doing what’s expected. I mean, we’re…you know. Brothers in arms and all that.

[Dimitri returns]

Dimitri: Apologies for the wait. I trust we’re ready to reconvene? You two seemed to be having a lively discussion. May I ask what it was about?

Dedue: Of course, Your Majesty. Felix was just saying—

Felix: I was saying how much of a fool you are. Now come, we have more important things to discuss.

Ashe / Felix B:

Ashe: Felix? What are you doing here?

Felix: I had business in the capital. Speaking of, I hear you’re that boar’s knight now.

Ashe: Boar... Oh, you mean His Majesty?

Felix: Yeah. Him. You must have it rough with a tiresome man like that leading you.

Ashe: I think you’re exaggerating, Felix. I wouldn’t call him that at all. In fact, he even does our jobs for us sometimes! Although he has been trying to rely on us a little more lately.

Felix: See, that’s exactly why he’s such a problem. You should steal your job back from him once in a while. Use force if you have to.

[...]

Ashe: But whenever I’m in real trouble, His Majesty and Dedue always come to my aid, so that’s good!

Felix: Dedue as well, huh?

Ashe: Yep. Even the knights accept him as one of us now. No one’s a better cook or more skilled with their hands. And he’s a proper demon on the battlefield, to boot! I hope to be more like him someday.

Felix: Please, no. One of him is more than enough. Especially that blind loyalty. Imitate that and you’ll only end up throwing away your life on the battlefield.

Ashe: Aw, are you worried about us? That’s sweet, Felix. I always had the impression you cared for your friends, and now I know I’m right!

Felix: Excuse me?

Ashe: I mean, sure, the things you say are pretty harsh, but you can’t bring yourself to actually abandon someone. You always show so much concern for me, and for Dedue, and even for His Majesty!

Felix: Yeah, well, it’d be more work for me if anything happened to you. That’s all.

Felix / Sylvain C:

Sylvain: Who knows what would happen to Faerghus if we lost you.

Felix: I won’t say you’d be fine without me, but you do know I could fall in battle any day now, right?

Sylvain: Bite your tongue, Felix. Just think for two seconds. What would happen to Faerghus, and His Majesty, if you died? He’s got too much on his plate already, yet he insists on doing everything himself. War with the Empire, battles outside Fodlan, governing the Kingdom, reforming the entire social structure of pretty much everything... If he didn’t have you at his side, he’d fall flat on his face.

Shez / Rodrigue C:

Rodrigue: No matter how much snow blankets the ground, our pegasi quite literally rise to the occasion. When my son and His Majesty were still just boys, they followed one off into the frigid mountains of all places. By the time I found them, they were but two shivering masses on the ground. For a moment I thought my heart would never beat again.

Shez: So Felix has been getting into trouble ever since he was a kid, huh?

Rodrigue: His penchant for danger is unchanged, yes. Though I fear his disposition has grown far sharper.

Dimitri / Rodrigue A:

Dimitri: I sounded like my father?

Rodrigue: Indeed you did. Remember the story of the sword, about how I got stuck behind enemy lines like a fool? Well, the first thing Lambert said after he broke through their forces was, “Don’t throw your life away like that.” Not that it was too convincing coming from a guy covered in cuts and scrapes.

Dimitri: I can’t imagine. It sounds as though you two were very close. I envy him for having such strong bonds with his friends.

Rodrigue: Don’t let my son catch you saying that. Pretty sure he’d take offense.

Felix / Rodrigue A:

Rodrigue: Would you have abandoned His Majesty to save yourself? Or would you have chosen to fight until death claimed you? I myself would’ve safeguarded His Majesty at all costs. I know that it wasn’t in Glenn’s nature to flee either.

Felix: It’s always about courage or cowardice with you. I wouldn’t have chosen anything. When your life’s on the line, you don’t have time to think about that stuff—only act. I would have fought with my own will, in whatever way I thought best—and I would’ve made sure we both survived.

Rodrigue: You always want to have it both ways. Still, I take pride in that determination of yours. Had I been there, I doubt I could’ve summoned the resolve to strive for such a victory. More likely, I would’ve been satisfied merely to die in the defense of my liege.

Felix: I can understand that way of thinking. In fact, I always have.

Felix / Raphael A:

Felix: House Blaiddyd and House Fraldarius used to go on hunting trips together. On one trip, a certain prince bagged so many animals it proved impossible to fit them all on the sled. Meanwhile, I went off hunting on my own, encountered the boar, and barely escaped with my life.

Raphael: Wait, why would Dimitri wanna kill you? Or do you mean, like... an actual boar?

Felix: While this may not be the same boar, I will get no small amount of satisfaction if we manage to bring it down.

Raphael: Hold on, who are we talking about here? Eh, whatever. Let’s do this thing!

Felix: I’ll share the spoils with you, but the kill is mine. Now stand back.

Chores Dialogue

Low Support:

Felix: Stuck with you again? Fine, let’s get this over with.

Dimitri: Indeed, we should finish this quickly for both of our sakes.

High (A) support:

Dimitri: Let’s be quick, shall we? I know you don’t care much for working with me.

Felix: Hmph, I never said that. Don’t put words in my mouth.

Great or Perfect result:

Felix: What do you expect? That was child’s play.

Dimitri: And yet... No, we can leave it at that. I appreciate the help today, Felix.

Dining Dialogue

Low Support:

Felix: What’s with that look, boar? You could at least pretend to enjoy the food.

Dimitri: Oh, I do. I was merely focused on a stray dab of sauce on your cheek. Shall I wipe it off for you?

High (A) Support:

Dimitri: I’ve always enjoyed watching you eat, Felix. There’s something almost heroic about it. Hm? Is something the matter?

Felix: If you keep talking, all I’m going to be able to taste is hot air. Now let me enjoy my food in peace.

Training Dialogue

Dimitri: You’ll be my partner today, Felix? No need to hold back, then.

Felix: Right. Just don’t go so hard you wreck the training grounds. Other people use this place, you know.

Expeditions Dialogue

Dimitri:

Select: [Ask a question -> Ask about their worries.]

Dimitri: Do be kind to Felix. His new duties seem to be taking more out of him than I think he realizes.

Correct answer: [Nod emphatically.]

Felix:

Select: [Talk.]

Felix: Houses Blaiddyd and Fraldarius have been practically inseparable ever since Faerghus was founded.

Correct answer: [Ask for more details.]

Select: [Talk.]

Felix: The boar's more relaxed and genuine than he used to be. Only a little, though.

Correct answer: [Say that you're relieved too.]

Select: [Ask a question -> Ask about memories of the past.]

Felix: Hmph. If you want tales of the past, go ask the boar. I'm sure he'd be glad to regale you.

Correct answer: [Acquiesce.]

Select: [Ask a question -> Ask what they think of you.]

Felix: Working for the boar isn't easy. Trust me, I know. But don't go slacking off.

Correct answer: [Act dependable.]

In-Battle Voice Lines

Dual Warrior Special Lines (Musou):

[Activated by Dimitri]

Felix: Give me a hand, boar!

Dimitri: I think you mean a tusk!

[Activated by Felix, Low Support]

Dimitri: Are you ready, Felix?

Felix: Ngh... like I have a choice!

[Activated by Felix, High (A) Support]

Dimitri: Protect me, my shield!

Felix: Of course, Your Majesty!

Facing each other (Record Keeper Mode):

Dimitri: It is too late for words, Felix. Our blades will say all that needs to be said. [Engaging Felix in Record Keeper Mode]

Felix: I’m winning this one, boar. But don’t you dare hold back. [Engaging Dimitri in Record Keeper Mode]

Dimitri: I’ve won this time. I look forward to our next bout, whenever that may be. [Defeating Felix in Record Keeper Mode?]

Felix: I know you held back. Do that again and I’ll make you regret it. [Defeating Dimitri in Record Keeper Mode?]

Adjutant Lines:

[Felix assigned as Dimitri’s adjutant]

Dimitri: To me, Felix!

Felix: Already here.

[Dimitri assigned as Felix’s adjutant]

Felix: I’ll carve a path!

Dimitri: The moment is yours.

[Adjutant Guard; yes, this line is one-way only]

Felix: What are you doing!?

Praise Lines:

(Note: While the 1k lines are listed that way in the Voiced Lines section of the Extras, they seem to actually have a chance to trigger every 200 KOs.)

Dimitri: I can always trust you to have my back. [Praising Felix, Low Support?]

Dimitri: Excellent, Felix. I’ve always known you were capable of this. [Praising Felix, High (A) Support]

Dimitri: With you by my side, we will carve a path toward a new future for Faerghus. [Praising Felix, 1000 Enemies Defeated, Any Support Rank]

Felix: Don’t tire yourself out, boar. [Praising Dimitri, Low Support]

Felix: You’re the beating heart of our army, both in title and in action. [Praising Dimitri, High (A) Support]

Felix: Sigh... Maybe there’s a method to your madness after all. [Praising Dimitri, 1000 Enemies Defeated, Any Support Rank]

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