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lunargrapejuice · 4 months

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comforting astarion after a nightmare

no pronouns used, post cazador fight written with spawn astarion in mind, really cuddly & touchy<3

the nightmares are something that may never be escapable, not even in death could astarion fully be rid of all that cazador has done to him. not that it hadn’t felt damn good to do. but tonight as he wakes, still so very hungry and nearly gasping for air, he doesn’t worry if he’s back in that lonely dark place where he was starved of everything, where a part of him died and was damned on keeping a fragment of him throughout his eternal life.

the weight of your arms keeping him pressed close to your chest, tucked under your chin, the warmth of your body and the steady beat of your heart in his ears is enough to convince his nightmare ridden mind that he was no longer in his master's grasp and would never be again. another holds him now, with gentleness and patience and love, and as he pulls away from your grasp in order to sit up, he feels what he’s sure is the equivalent of a feeling of an anxiously beating heart begging to settle in the depths of his chest.

he’s quiet and attentive in his movements so as to not stir you more than he already has, carefully untangling your legs and keeping you under the blanket as he sits up and takes in a long breath of cool air while ruby eyes watch you settle back into a comfortable position, never fully waking but one hand stretching out as if you were reaching for him.

he doesn’t know how long he sits there longing to touch your skin, to hold your hand in his like you’ve let him dozens of times since making his cold dead heart beat once more. you held his heart so gently in your palms, as protective of it as he was to your own. and surely he knows you wouldn’t mind his touch now. knowing you, you were more likely to gravitate towards it but in moments like this, where the weight of his burdens, his sins, makes him feel unworthy of all of this, of you, he hesitates. frozen in place but aching to reach out for your hand that his eyes can’t be torn from. dreadfully counting down the hours until your love ends.

“astarion?" your quiet voice, laced with heavy sleep but telling of your worry all the same, brings him back from his thoughts but his chest is still tight, still full of worry.

"oh, my dear- i didn't mean to wake you." he hadn’t noticed or heard you wake but as quickly as he blinks you’re rubbing the sleep from your eyes, assuring him he didn't wake you, and before he can say anything more, bursh this off, pretent everythings alright, and get you back to sleep, you’re moving closer to him and brushing the curls stuck to his forehead in a sheen of sweat with the pads of your fingers.

“are you okay?” you ask, genuine and as soft as the way you caress down his cheek.

melting into your touch, dark lashes fluttering closed, his slightly chilled fingers lay on top of yours and stop your movements. “you needn’t worry darling,” he replies faintly against your palm before placing a kiss there, his lips lingering on your skin, never wanting to part.

it doesn’t get past you that he didn’t actually answer your question or that he certainly is not okay but you don’t pry further. he will tell you if and when he’s ready and for now, you just want him to know he isn’t alone, that even though there is still so much to face, you would do it side by side.

when his eyes open, immediately finding your own, you offer him a smile and feel your heart leap when his gaze softens even more so. the handsome features of his face telling of the affects you had on him, of the way your love had changed him. red eyes glistening like crystalized roses, the deepest shade of blood red and full of the purests of devotions. one you very much shared.

“c’mere,” you pull on the hand he still holds onto and easily he follows after you, crawling on his other hand and knees back into your embrace.

he’s practically on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on the lingering marks of his fangs left from earlier, but it’s a comfortable weight and you don’t wait to snuggle closer to him. one hand in his hair, carding through ringlets of his white locks, your fingers gently breaking apart small tangles. it’s soothing, easing to the tightness of his chest with each pass of your fingers against his scalp and over the tip of his ear.

“i dreamt of him,” astarion says lowly after a few quiet and comforting moments. his grip on you grows with each word, never enough to hurt you but hard enough that there was no way you could slip from his grasp, his lingering unease making him worried that at any moment you would.

your own grip on him grows, the pressure of your head now resting against his making him sigh in relief. this was real. your entire journey, ending cazador with his own hands, that was real. not the nightmare that would likely find him again in a few nights, maybe even tomorrow and perhaps more real and terrible than this one but when he wakes, there would be no denying what would be right in front of him; freedom he had stopped praying for long ago, parasite aside, and love that brought him back to life after centuries, your love. both of which he would not be so easy to let go of.

“i’m here,” you promise in a steady whisper and he feels the picking up of your heart rate underneath him. “you are safe and free and loved,” your hand in his hair gently pulls him into you more, lost in pale curls still damp with sweat, the tip of his nose nuzzling into the skin on your neck as he squeezes you in return. “i’ve got you.”

astarion takes in your scent, the flora that always lingers on your skin even through dirt and blood and sweat, the sweetness of your blood underneath, the cleanliness of the shampoo you used earlier in the day. he accepts your words, your warmth and the softness of your touches, letting them unravel his fears and worries, the uncomfortableness throughout his body, and leaving them bare for you to do with as you pleased.

it’s not long before he slips back into meditation under the melody of your heart beat, the rise and fall of your chest underneath him, the passing of your fingers against his ears and through his hair.

horrid memories of the past do not continue to play behind his closed eyes. not unlike how the sun kept vampires away, your radiance shone so brightly those dreams had no choice but to scurry back to the shadows, unable to face your light that illuminated the once darkened path that held him in place for so many years with no hope of escape. there was so much ahead of him now and with your hand in his, seeing your bright smile and sparkling eyes, basking in your love and light every step of the way, he was certain there was nothing he could not face.

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #astarion ancunin #astarion ancunin x tav #astarion ancunin x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader

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rin-fukuroi · 3 months

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Hi! How are you!

May I request semi-exhibitionism with Dan Heng and his s/o as she strokes his horns, chest, and back while giving him a handjob?

Hi! Thanks for the request!

I hope you're in a good mood and haven't died from waiting, my friend ♡(>ᴗ•)

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 [𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: Dan Heng x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, established relationships, semi-exhibitionism, handjob, dragon shape, excessive stimulation.

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

art: @enirate

Ever since Dan Heng returned from the meeting, which he never said a word about, he looked rather depressed. Although, perhaps, it seemed to you that his eternally indifferent expression on his face began to look different only because your lover had changed in general. It was awkward to stare and ask to touch his unusual body parts, which were revealed to your eyes only now, when he guiltily explained and apologized to you for not telling you about his past right away, but since that day your head hasn't left the thought of what this iridescent mother-of-pearl scales feel like, adorning the tail, and how will Dan Heng feel if you touch his jade horns?

However, now is probably not the time for that either, but on the other hand, when will you ever see him in this form again? Dan Heng promised that he would return to his former form soon and who knows when you'll have another opportunity to explore these amazing features of your lover's body.

And, of course, it's very inappropriate to do this now, when both of you are trying to distract yourself from the intense events that took place at the Loufu by whiling away time at the festival in Aurumaton Allay, but patience has never been your strong suit.

— Dan Heng, — you stop when you both walk past a deserted alley, grabbing your lover by the wrist. — Shall we stop here for a while?

— Hm-m? — the man turns around, giving you an incredulous look, but still humbly follows you when you pull him around the corner of one of the buildings. — What happened, Y/N?

You look around, checking to see if anyone is nearby, before letting go of Dan Heng's hand, standing on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.

— May I… Touch your tail?

The man's emerald eyes widen as you lower yourself back down, looking at him with the most innocent look you're capable of.

—Wh-what? Right now?

— You said yourself that you'll return to your old form soon! Besides, what's the big deal? It's just a tail.

— Then why did you bring me here? — Dan Heng crosses his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow.

— I thought it might embarrass you!

It's hard to argue with your absurd logic, and he doesn't even want to do it. Vidyadhara exhales heavily, dropping his arms in resignation before turning his back on you.

— Just do it quickly.

— So it's embarrassing for you after all! — you giggle maliciously, stretching out your hands to the long tail gently swinging on the asphalt.

The first touch was especially exciting. The scales, which previously seemed sharp, turned out to be quite pleasant and smooth to the touch when you slowly ran your fingertips over the surface of the tail. More confidently, you wrapped both hands around the tail, feeling it flinch slightly from a more tangible touch. It's amazing that Dan Heng's body has always been so warm, but his tail is quite cool. You gently stroke the slippery scales and slide your fingers along the ridge line, curiously watching the tail wriggle slightly in your hands.

Dan Heng confusedly blunts his gaze at the wall opposite, curling his fingers into fists.

— I think that's enough, — the man says sharply, indifferently turning back to face you and pulling his tail out of your grip.

— Hey! I haven't finished yet, — you puff out your cheeks, already about to scold your lover, but instead you look up, causing Dan Heng even more concern with your returned curious look. — Then can I touch them?

You point your finger at vidyadhara's horns, and Dan Heng suddenly backs away.

— Next time, it's time for us to go back, — the man is about to slip away from you, but you stop him by grabbing his forearm and forcing him to press against the wall of the building behind.

—Please, just once, — you plead, pressing your chest against Dan Heng's body and stretching your hand up.

— D-don't, Y/N… — your lover's words are cut off, replaced by a quiet languid sigh as soon as your curious fingers touch one of his horns, and you freeze, lowering your gaze back to Dan Heng's face.

The man's cheeks are powdered with blush, and his emerald eyes shyly avoid eye contact. He's really embarrassed! On the one hand, you wouldn't want to put your lover in an awkward position in a place like this, which anyone present at the festival can pass by at any moment, but on the other… Dan Heng looks so cute when you slowly slide down his horn, ripping another sigh from the man's parted lips.

Although he asked you to stop, it doesn't seem like your lover really wanted to. Each gentle touch of your fingers responds with an intoxicating tremor in the man's body, dissolving any objections that have settled on his tongue, and you only press on him even more, now wrapping your palm around the horn, gently tracing the tip with your thumb.

— Y/N… — Dan Heng whispers, leaning slightly towards your touch, but grabbing your forearm in a feeble attempt at protest.

— I didn't even think you were so sensitive here, — you smile, unclenching your fingers and leaving only the tips on the horn before slowly dragging them down. — Is it really that pleasant for you?

Dan Heng doesn't answer, instead blunting his gaze at his feet until he closes his eyes completely when the pads of your fingers reach the top again. The man finally gives up, just leaving his hand on yours. His legs weaken from the sweet impulses of pleasure tormenting vidyadhara's body, and Dan Heng shifts the weight of his body to the wall behind, barely restraining the moans that accumulate in his throat.

Despite his cold appearance, he has never shown much dominance over you either in life or in bed, but this is the first time you see him in such a mess. Dan Heng is so docile and lost in the thrall of the pleasant sensations that your fingers give him that you involuntarily catch yourself thinking that this isn't enough. Neither you nor him.

You extend your free hand forward, pressing your palm against Dan Heng's groin. A strangled moan still escapes from the man's chest when you gently grasp his erection through the fabric.

— Oh, are you really turned on by me touching your horns? — you ask mockingly, letting go of his horn, instead moving your hand to the bare skin peeking out of the neckline on the man's chest. — It seems that now you don't want me to stop?

— N-no … — Dan Heng answers quietly, turning away from your gaze.

— Does "no" mean that I can continue or…? — you tease your lover by wrapping your palm more tightly around the outline of a hard cock hidden behind your trousers.

You laugh when you get only a restrained groan in response, and slip your fingers under the fabric on Dan Heng's chest. Of course, you understand what he really wants, but you couldn't resist embarrassing your lover even more.

— If you moan so loudly, someone will definitely hear you, — you lean into Dan Heng's ear, whispering softly as your hand, resting on his dick, moves to the waistband of his trousers, carefully making its way down until it reaches his heated erect flesh. — I don't think I'd want anyone else but me to see you like this, so try to keep your voice down, okay?

Dan Heng's cock shudders when you squeeze the base in your palm, slowly sliding your fist up and down, not missing the opportunity to run the pad of your thumb along the urethra, smearing the pre-ejaculate on the elastic head. The palm on Dan Heng's chest gently squeezes the tense flesh before your fingers close on the man's nipple, gently pinching the hardened flesh.

You don't even notice how your breathing is getting short as the movements of your hand caressing your lover's cock accelerate. The sight of his flushed face and the feeling of his hips pushing slightly towards you every time your hand goes down the base are so tempting that a pleasant heat flares up in the bottom of your stomach, and moisture sticks to your underwear, forcing your legs to close around Dan Heng's exposed knee.

— Y/N… that's enough, I'm going… — the man clenches his teeth, holding back the loud moan stuck in his throat. Dan Heng's head hits the wall, and you feel his cock swell in your hand.

— Hush, hush, I'll take care of everything, — you laugh playfully, on the contrary accelerating your movements, pulling your other hand out from under the fabric on Dan Heng's chest to grab the waistband of his trousers, hurriedly lowering them lower along the man's hips.

Dan Heng resignedly presses the back of his hand to his forehead, exhaling in a strangled way as you squat, continuing to casually slide his palm over the base of the throbbing dick before wrapping his lips around the swollen head just in time to catch every viscous drop of sperm pouring out of the urethra with his mouth.

Vidyadhara lets out a hoarse restrained moan into the air, his hips tremble until the last sticky drop settles on your tongue, and the waves of orgasm do not subside, gradually returning Dan Han to reality. He feels your lips and palm pull away, exposing his sensitive penis to the coolness of the air, and the man's heavy eyelids open slightly, allowing turquoise eyes to meet your teasing gaze as you defiantly slowly swallow his sperm, licking your lips with satisfaction.

— Y/N, you… — Dan Heng says irritably, glaring at you from the height of his height, while you carefully straighten up, returning his trousers back to the belt.

— You should have seen your face. Can I take a picture of you next time while I'm stroking your horns and put it on my phone screen saver? — you laugh melodiously, putting your hands behind your back and leaning forward.

— No way. It won't happen again, — Dan Heng mutters discontentedly, turning around and indifferently walking back to the busy streets of the alley.

You giggle to yourself before catching up with your lover, aligning your step with his.

— O-oh, that's it! And I was hoping for a continuation in your room.

#headcanons #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai:star rail #honkai:star rail x reader #hsr drabbles #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #dan heng smut #imbibitor lunae #Imbibitor Lunae x reader #Imbibitor Lunae x you #Imbibitor Lunae smut

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rygujis · 4 months

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⊹˚. ♡ what are we? draken x f!reader . 592 wc . crack, feat. hina & emma, draken's a tease, i might make another part of this

for months now, you and draken have been "seeing eachother". it's hard to explain. he's been taking you on all these cute dates, you've been flirting with one another, the two of you hold hands in public without even realizing it, and your friends have all assumed you're dating, which has made you start thinking,

"what are we?"

neither you or draken have asked eachother this, nothing has been made official, and frankly, you're afraid to ask. it seems like a dumb question, but could you really be blamed for asking it? you didn't know, and you aren't quite sure he knows either.

with encouragement from emma and hina, bless their hearts, you go ahead and pick up your phone. reluctantly, you dial his number, before hitting the big green button, you look up at your friends, whom both give you a nod and thumbs up. you shake off your worries, and call draken.

the phone rings for what feels like eternity, making your foot tap impatiently. suddenly, you hear a, "hello?" you nearly hang up right there. the whole pep talk you'd just gotten seems to of went right out the window, and you start to shake. "hi."

"what's up?" you realize how late it is, checking the clock on your nightstand. it's 12 am.

"i didn't wake you up, did i?"

"i was just 'bout to go to sleep, but don't worry about it."

"cool, cool."

silence.

"so.. why'd you call?" draken sounds confused, usually something like this would irritate him, like, if mikey had called him this late and just stayed quiet he'd be pretty ticked off, but he has a godly amount of patience when it comes to you.

"i wanted to ask you something."

he stays quiet.

"what- uh... what are we?"

more silence.

"ain't it obvious?" you freeze. seemingly. you turn a very deep red, because emma starts to giggle into hinas shoulder.

"what do you mean?" you can't help but laugh nervously, filled with anxiety. what does he mean? is he saying that in a "we're nothing more than friends, obviously!" kind of way or in a "obviously we're together!" way? it's hard to read his tone, that's right in between sounding playful and confused.

"tell me, what do you want us to be?"

oh, he wants you dead. that's basically impossible to say out loud with your two snickering best friends in front of you. you point to your door, mouthing "get out." at the two girls, resulting in hina scurrying out, dragging a whiny, nosy emma out with her.

"i- uh. i guess i was hoping we could be. y'know."

"no, n/n, i don't know."

you sigh, pouting dramatically. "y'know.. official. girlfriend 'nd boyfriend." you nearly throw up in your mouth out of sheer embarrassment, but you were proud of yourself for finally getting that out after questioning your relationship nonstop for the past week.

"hmm.. i suppose that could work."

"you suppose?!" he laughs, making you smile.

"i'm just kiddin', y/n. i'd love to make things official."

like a teen girl in one of those corny movies you watch, you fall on your back and kick your feet out of excitement. it almost felt like a dream come true, you've finally made it to the next base after months of build up.

"great."

"see you tomorrow?"

"sounds great."

"bye."

the phone is still snug against your ear as you squeal in excitement, the que for the girls to run back in and bask in the excitement with you.

i might make a "part two" for this.. in quotes bc it could techically be a standalone but yk

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sunshineshobi18 · 1 year

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You Don't Look At Me (part 2)

words: 4.8k pairing: Joel x female!OC, Tommy & Maria are also in there cw: strong languge (but honestly when does that not happen), angst ^^, vague mentions of the events in episode 9 summary: When they finally get back to Jackson, Maria is quickly able to sense the tension between Joel and Lori. Joel tries to defend himself and how he feels about Lori, but things quickly go south when Lori tells him how she actually feels.

note: it feels like an eternity since I put out the last update, but here we go with the next part. Thank you so much for your patience

(prologue) (part 1)

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The events of the past day felt like a blur to Joel. Or maybe he did remember many things very clearly. The pain, the anger, the surprise and doubt, he remembered all these aspects so vividly. It was only Lori’s presence that felt like clouds in his mind and he felt horrible because of it. “I’m sorry,” he whispered softly as he looked at the rear view mirror to find Ellie still unconscious on the back seat.

Earlier that day he remembered how silent Ellie had been. She often didn’t even hear him talk, but even if she did her answers were short. He had scavenged a few things through the rubble and broken cars and containers that he presented Ellie with a smile. The only reason Lori was so vivid in that memory was because he had come across something for her. Something that had piqued Ellie’s interests.

“Here,” Joel said as he handed Lori the book. Lori accepted it with a weak grip, almost dropping the book. Ellie, who had been sitting in front of Lori, looked at the girl with curious eyes.

“What’s that?” she asked and Joel couldn’t help but sigh in relief when he saw how Ellie had become a bit more lifely. He was worried she had completely changed with everything she had been through, but that same childlike curiosity was still there. Joel had hoped she’d return to her normal self.

Lori shrugged lightly, holding the book up a bit better so Ellie could see the cover. “Sudokus,” Lori told her.

“Why’d you give them to her?” Ellie turned to Joel as she asked him this.

“Used to like them,” Joel said with a nonchalant tone, “Lori, I mean. If we found them during runs, we’d give them to Lori. Kept her busy.”

Ellie chuckled softly at this, finding it an amusing thought, but Joel hadn’t thought it was that funny. “That’s cool. I didn’t know you liked stuff like that,” Ellie told Lori with a brighter smile on her face. It was a smile that broke Lori’s stoic expression and she cracked the slightest of smiles back at Ellie. “I was never able to figure out how they worked. Maybe you could teach me one day.”

Lori’s response came in the form of one slight but firm nod. “Sure.”

Joel pushed his head back further in the backseat as he sighed. His eyes were back on the road. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, but there was no answer.

Deciding to stop being so petty and finally start acting like the adult he should be, Joel turned his head to the right. He made a quick mental note of the girl in the passenger's seat before focusing on the view in front of him. “I’m sorry for what happened inside the hospital. I never would’ve pointed that gun at you if—” Lori shifted in her seat, her head now facing the window on her right and Joel sighed. “I fucked up, but I’ll make it up to you.”

Silence filled the car once again and this time Joel decided to stay quiet. He didn’t know what to say, afraid that he’d say something wrong. However, Joel was sure he already did. He had pushed Lori’s boundaries over their limits miles earlier in their journey. Though not able to exactly pinpoint when and where that happened, Joel knew that the damage he had done to Lori and his relationship with her was irreversible.

By the time Joel and the two girls had reached Wyoming, Joel had explained—lied about—what happened in the hospital, they had stopped to find Ellie some clothes and Lori had not spoken a word.

The older man was aware he wasn’t the best at communicating, but during that hike he realised how bad he was at choosing his time and place to talk about certain things. He hadn’t meant to start talking about Sarah. He hadn’t meant to start comparing Ellie with Sarah, but he was just so overjoyed with the fact that Ellie was there with him. Safe and by his side. It was just that when he turned around to seek confirmation from Ellie, that his eyes darted past the girl and landed on Lori. Her head was turned down, her eyes focused on her feet and if Joel’s eyes were better he’d be able to confirm whether the shine on her cheeks and the drop hanging from her nose were tears or sweat. He hoped it was the latter, but he knew it was the former.

Joel stumbled a bit as he lost his footing, his attention completely on Lori. Ellie gasped at the sudden erratic movement when she almost walked into Joel. Joel caught her by the shoulders before leaning in closer. “Ellie, you go on and walk ahead. I’ll be right behind you.” Ellie was about to question him, but when she looked up she noticed he was looking at something behind her. She followed his gaze and saw Lori saunter behind them, her stare mostly fixed into the floor. Ellie nodded and with a pat on her shoulder, Joel sent her to walk in front of them.

“Hey, kid.” Joel’s tone was cautious as he approached Lori. She didn’t look up at him. “I uhm… I want to say I’m sorry.” Lori didn’t answer. “Again,” he added with a sigh. “I know I’ve been unfair towards you, but I promise I’m not doing this on purpose. I—”

“Let’s just get to Jackson.”

Joel’s breath hitched at the girl’s cold and short words. “We will, but I just want to apologise first and—”

Lori looked up at Joel. It was the first time in a while that they had made direct eye contact and it was jarring to say the least. Lori’s eyes were red, the skin around them wet and irritated. “Once we get to Jackson, I’ll stay out of your business.”

“Lori, that’s not what I want,” Joel said. He sounded lost and the guilt must’ve been so audible in how he spoke.

“Let’s just continue.”

And that’s what they did.

By night time the three had arrived back in Jackson. Maria and Tommy had invited them in for dinner. The public dining hall was done serving food for the night and Maria didn’t want to send Joel and the two girls to bed starving.

They all wish she had.

Dinner was awkward to say the least. Maria and Tommy had asked the group how their journey had been and so they told what happened, although with many holes in their story. It was also fairly clear to the couple that something was wrong with Lori. She hadn’t really said anything, but hummed and offered short answers in response to whatever had been asked.

“Hey!” Tommy chuckled awkwardly after silence filled his kitchen. “At least you’ve seemed to have grown closer.”

Joel pressed his eyes closed and with a sigh he rested his head in one of his hands. Ellie cringed, grimacing as soon as those words left Tommy’s mouth and Lori dropped her fork—she was only really using it to pick at her food.

Maria was quick to pick up on everything. The plot holes quickly being filled by the context she’d been given in front of her. She made eye contact with Ellie, who seemed to understand what she was conveying and shared a quick nod with her. “Hey Ellie, maybe you should head back already. I had Tommy drop off some stuff and heat the house while I was finishing dinner.” Ellie didn’t need to be asked twice as she ran out the house to the house across.

Maria waited till the echo of the front door being slammed shut stopped ringing through the room before speaking up again. “So let’s talk this out. Hmm?”

Joel looked up with wide eyes, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t have. Lori remained looking at her plate of barely touched food. “I don’t know—”

“Oh, come on Joel. I might not know what’s going on, but I’m not blind or stupid.” Maria turned to Lori. “She hasn’t said anything the whole night and you haven’t even looked at her. I’d be upset too if the man I’d known for years doesn’t ask me if I’m okay while laughing and talking with the girl he’s known for barely a year. It’s like you don’t care.”

Maria’s words seemed to spark something in Lori as she looked up at her with big, shining eyes. Lori chuckled softly before she spoke, “wow, I guess it’s not only me who noticed.” The young girl faked a smile, but her face clearly showed how hurt she felt. Maria looked at Lori with a soft yet sad smile.

“I do care!” Joel shouted as he slammed his fist down on the table.

“Really felt like it when you pointed that gun at me.” The young girl’s voice was laced with sarcasm. Joel had barely the time to respond when Tommy and Maria looked at him in horror.

“You did what?” Tommy yelled.

Joel shook his head rapidly and made an attempt to explain the situation. “I was trying to get to Ellie and Lori just ended up being there.”

“There you go, bringing up Ellie again.” Lori rolled her eyes before she looked at Joel. “Joel, I told you… You don’t have to act like you care about me. It’s clear that you don’t.”

“But I do,” Joel insisted as he walked to the other side of the table and sat in the chair next to her. He turned her chair facing it towards him and grabbed her by her forearms. “I really fucking do.”

“Then you should’ve shown me,” Lori whispered. “And I don’t mean by giving me a book with already filled-in sudokus because you faintly remember Tess looking out for those for me.”

Joel sighed once again and lowered his head. “Tell me how to show you and I will. I’ll do everything—”

“It’s too late,” Lori said. Her walls were breaking as she could only show Joel a watery smile before trying to escape his grasp. “All you had to do was look at me. You had to think of me. You had to not be so willing to think I was dead when we were in situations that rationally would’ve had me dead.” Joel hesitantly let go of Lori’s left arm as she used her already freed right hand to pry his fingers away from her. “All you had to do was a fraction of what you’re doing for Ellie and I would be fine.” Tears filled Lori’s eyes as she stood up. She looked at Joel and he looked at her. It was the first time he had looked at her with genuine emotion, although it was more likely he felt guilt than actual care for her.

“When you and Tess found me back then… I thought I had a second chance for a family and for a while I really felt like I had. When Tess died, I thought I’d still have you, but I realised that Tess was the only family I had left,” Lori explained with her voice trembling. “A father—” Lori’s breath hitched and she placed a hand on her chest as if she was in pain. “And I know I’m not your daughter, but a father is allowed to fuck up. He’s allowed to make mistakes if only at the end of the day he takes responsibility, he shows he cares and he makes an effort. And I’ve been really fucking patient with you to start making an effort, but it’s too late now.”

Joel’s vision started to blur as he heard the pain laced in every word that left Lori’s mouth. “I know I don’t deserve it, but give me one last chance.”

Lori shook her head from side to side, denying his plea. “It’s okay if you don’t care. Just, please let yourself come to terms with it. Stop making yourself believe that you care because you feel obligated to care. I rather—” Lori cut her words short as she felt a sob rising in her throat. She turned to Maria and without any words exchanged, the older woman placed a hand on the small of Lori’s back and ushered her upstairs, inviting her to stay at her house.

Joel and Tommy watched the two figures retreat before looking at each other. It was clear in Tommy’s disapproving look, that the younger of the two brothers had a lot to say. Joel braced himself for the scolding he deserved, but it never came.

“Aren’t you going to yell at me?”

Tommy scoffed, turning towards the stove in the kitchen. He grabbed a kettle, filled it with water and prepared two mugs. “Is that what you want?”

“Of course it isn’t,” Joel groaned in an almost annoyed tone and joined Tommy’s side. “Of course I don’t want you to yell at me, but I can see there’s so much you want to say.”

Tommy turned stiffly to face his older brother and asked, “you know who else had a lot to say?” He answered his own question by looking towards the stairs where Lori had appeared earlier. “Lori is a smart girl. She knows what the problem is. She knows how you can fix it and she can guide you every step of the way, but she doesn’t. You know why?” Joel shook his head ‘no’. “Because it would hurt. It would hurt both of you and she’d do anything, but hurt you.”

“How’d you know?” Joel asked weary.

“Because I look at her! I listen to her! And I can fucking see how much she cares about you. How much she needs you—”

“She doesn’t need me!” Joel yelled back at his brother. The older of the two was heaving as he was reminded of a painful memory of a loved one he lost. “Tess, told me so. Lori and Tess never needed me.”

“Maybe! Maybe in the past she didn’t, but now she does. Everyone needs someone and all she has is you! Poor girl needed someone and her only option was this fucking asshole!” Tommy yelled as he shoved his brother back a little. “This fucking jerk, while there are so many people out there that would’ve loved to take care of her.”

Joel scowled, hiding his guilt behind an unstable wall of his anger. “Then you fucking take her—”

“Oh wouldn’t that be easy,” Tommy chuckled. “Break her, put her through all your bullshit and then drop her onto someone else.”

“What do you want me to do?” Joel’s bassy voice echoed through the whole house. Tommy shook his head in disbelief and turned to fill the two mugs with tea. “What do you want me to fucking do?” Joel repeated more aggressively.

“Get out,” Tommy ordered lowly before turning to Joel. “Leave this house and leave Lori alone. Go be a father for Ellie, because that’s what you want so badly. And never bat a fucking eye at Lori again. I swear to God—”

“Guys!” Maria stood at the bottom of the stairs, a disapproving look on her face. “We can hear you from upstairs,” Maria sighed as she joined the two men in the kitchen with an annoyed frown on her face.

“I’m sorry,” Joel apologised coldly, pressing his lips shut to contain all the things he wanted to yell at his brother.

Maria took her place next to Tommy and wrapped her arms around his bicep. “Tommy’s right, Joel. I think it’s best for you to stay away from Lori—”

“What? Don’t you realise I’m trying to set things right.”

Maria and Tommy shared defeated gazes. “Let’s just say you tried enough and it’s not working.” Though Maria’s gaze was soft, her tone was firm and final. “You should leave now. It’s late.”

Ignoring the man’s lost expression, Maria grabbed one of the now tea-filled mugs on the kitchen counter while Tommy grabbed the other one to bring it up to Lori. Tommy turned off the small light above the kitchen counter before he followed Maria up the stairs, leaving Joel in the now dark room downstairs.

It had been a week since that night. The night Joel, Ellie and Lori arrived in Jackson. Most of the week Joel and Lori wouldn’t see each other, outside of the occasional glances when they saw each other in the dining hall or somewhere outside.

That whole week Maria and Tommy had been taking care of Lori, although she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. They just provided her with some meals, a warm place to sleep and running water. In exchange Lori would help clean around the house and cook dinner when Maria was tired and Tommy was out on patrol. Still, she didn’t talk much to the adults, clearly not as attached to them as she was to Joel at some point.

“Just one lunch okay?” Maria asked, leading Lori down the dining hall. The young girl looked at her with a look that was anything but willing to go through with Maria’s plan. “I promise you that if you don’t like it, you can just leave. I’ll be at the bar in case anything happens.”

With a groan, Lori gave in. She settled down at an empty table and grabbed a book of sudokus to keep her busy as she waited. Maria left her with a thumbs up and a bright smile, heading towards the bar a few metres away from her.

“You like those?” Lori looked up to find a man—probably in his forties or fifties—pointing at her book. He had a kind face, although he looked tired. His glasses enlarged his green-grey eyes making him look anything but threatening. Lori nodded wordlessly in response. “I— I’m Robert. Maria told you about me, right?” Lori nodded again. “Can I sit down?” She nodded.

At first the tension between the two was palpable. They sat in awkward silence, with Lori buried into her book of number puzzles and Robert examining her carefully. Each time Lori made a movement Robert’s eyes darted away for a moment, in case she would notice him staring.

A minute later, Robert couldn’t take the silence anymore. The growing noise that filled the dining hall made him anxious, as if it was urging him to make conversation with the girl. “I—” He started, gaining Lori’s attention, however, he didn’t know what to say. “Are you hungry?” Lori looked around, noticing that the people at tables around her were already eating. She nodded with a shrug. “Stay here, I’ll get you food.” Before Lori could answer, Robert stood up to get the both of them food.

Lori’s eyes followed the man and landed on Maria. The older woman gave her a look which told her that she was a bit disappointed in the lack of Lori’s input in the conversation. Lori pressed her lips together and sighed before nodding at Maria. “I’ll try,” she mouthed at Maria which Maria responded to with a thank you.

Robert returned with two plates full of food. Lori couldn’t help but notice that the plate he put in front of her had more food on it. She didn’t question it however and just thanked Robert in a quiet whisper. Robert gasped with wide eyes causing Lori to look at him in surprise. Quickly his face turned red before he shook his head dismissively. “It’s just that this is the first time you spoke to me. I’m sorry, I hope that didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay,” Lori quickly told him and Robert’s anxious front quickly melted. He smiled at her softly and it was something in his eyes that made it so that Lori couldn’t look away. She felt comforted just by the way he looked at her with so much care. Suddenly the warm feeling became so overwhelming, Lori quickly looked down at her food.

Lunch continued in silence for a while with Robert finishing his food first. He waited until Lori was on her last few bites when he placed his hand on the book Lori had carried with her. “You’re pretty good at these,” he told her as he picked up the book and looked at the cover. “Easy seems too easy for you. I have some advanced puzzles at home that you can have.”

Lori looked at him with big eyes causing Robert to chuckle. “You seem interested,” he laughed and Lori couldn’t help but chuckle as well.

“Do you also like them?” Lori asked softly.

“Sure. I was a maths professor before all this, but it was really my son who loved puzzles like these.” Robert’s smile faded once he clocked Lori’s expression. “Oh yeah, I had a son about your age. I didn’t mean to bring it up and make you uncomfortable—”

“It’s fine!” Lori suddenly yelled, causing Robert to jump a bit in his seat. “I mean… I’m sorry for your loss. I just didn’t know that— I hope you don’t feel obligated because of Maria—”

“Hey,” Robert said to interrupt Lori who had started talking more quickly. “Don’t worry about it. Maria told me she was looking for a family that could take you in. My wife and I have two free rooms, we know how to handle kids, although Kevin really was a handful sometimes,” he chuckled at that. “We’re just trying to see if you feel comfortable around me and if not that’s fine.”

“You don’t think I’m trying to replace him? Your son,” Lori asked with her brows furrowing in something akin to shame.

Robert quickly denied her claim, confusion filling his tone as he responded with, “why would you think that? My wife and I love Kevin, he can never be replaced, but that doesn’t mean we can’t take care of another kid. I mean, you can basically take care of yourself. All we want to do is offer you a place you feel comfortable.”

Lori’s cheeks had reddened completely at that point. The two of them were only supposed to get to know each other and see how things went, but Lori felt like she had accelerated the conversation to a point beyond where they should’ve been. Maria and Tommy would have a baby at some point and with Lori taking up the only free room in the house, there wouldn’t be enough space for all four of them. Besides, Lori didn’t feel like she really belonged with Maria and Tommy. The children's home—for kids who had arrived in Jackson alone or just didn’t have any adult relatives—wasn’t a great fit either. Lori didn’t get along with many of the kids her age because she had a “reputation”. She didn’t know what the kids said about her, but it was clear in the way they eyed her that it wasn’t pleasant.

Talking about moving into Robert’s house so early in their relationship wasn’t ideal, but Lori couldn’t help it. She didn’t realise she craved parental care as much as she did. She had always thought it was only Joel she wanted, but she realised that anyone would do as long as they cared. Robert seemed to care. And maybe it was because Lori reminded him of his deceased son Kevin, but she didn’t care. She felt connected to Robert and her inner child just wanted to cling on to the hope that she found someone who cared about her.

“Lori?” Lori’s eyes snapped up when she realised Robert had been calling for her for a while. “Maria is signalling you’re about to leave. Let’s talk again tomorrow, hmm? I’ll see if Julia can come along. I’m sure she’d love you and I hope you’ll like her as well. I’ll also bring some sudokus if you want?” Lori felt overwhelmed, still, but she nodded. “Hey.” Robert’s tone was softer now. “Don’t think about moving or anything like that yet. I don’t want you to feel pressured. We’re just getting to know each other and if at any moment you don’t like it—”

“I like it,” Lori squeed and Robert couldn’t hide the fatherly smile on his face. “I mean that I like this so far. It feels…” Robert nodded knowing exactly what Lori wanted to say and it surprised her. She had always had to explain herself to Joel, especially in the later years, but Robert just got her.

They parted ways that afternoon and Tommy couldn’t believe his eyes as Lori and Maria came back home, the younger girl beaming and smiling like he had never seen before.

“Joel?” Ellie’s voice sounded loudly through the house the second Joel started to put on his boots at the front door. “Can you pick up some soap and maybe a new towel at the trading post today? We’re kinda running out.”

“And you’ve been scrubbing your body too hard with that towel that you need a new one?” There was a slight raise in octave as Joel spoke, his joking and playful side not letting the chance to tease Ellie go past him. Hearing the annoyed groan coming from upstairs made Joel chuckle, knowing he was successful in getting on the girl’s nerves again. He’d call it payback for all the times she’d annoyed him. “I’ll see if I can find some stuff!”

With that he was out the door and heading towards the trading post.

It was a lot more packed that day since a group of patrollers had seemingly hit the jackpot with the place they had basically raided the night before. The people of Jackson were haggling to get the best value out of their trades and Joel just watched from a bit further away as he waited for his best “toiletries trader” to finish his trades with the five women before him in line.

Joel was posted up against a thick support beam, he trusted to hold his weight. His eyes continued to scan the multiple trading stalls set out to see if anything else caught his attention. Something— no, someone certainly did.

“Look at the smile on that kid.” The cheery voice next to Joel’s voice startled the man, causing him to jump back a little. Just beside him stood Tommy with a dumb smile. “I bet it’s been years since you’ve seen her like that. Couldn’t be because of you, hmm?”

Joel examined his brother’s face before scoffing. “Is this entertaining to you?”

Tommy chuckled, turned his head to give his brother a nod and then turned his head back to watch Lori who was excitingly skimming through different hair accessories.

“Whatever,” Joel sighed and joined where Tommy’s gaze fell. “Lori has never shown interest in stupid things like that. How was I supposed to know that was what she—”

“It’s not for her.” Joel could practically hear the sadistic joy in Tommy’s voice as he spoke. Tommy cared for his brother—there was no doubt about it—but he felt like Joel deserved to feel every ounce of guilt and pain after everything Lori put up with because of him.

Joel’s face fell further, if that was even possible, when he saw a man walk up to Lori. His ears weren’t the best, but he could hear everything when that man told her “Julia would love this.”

And Lori’s response sounded even clearer as she replied with, “that’s good. I wish I could gift her something better for taking me into your guys’ house.”

“You’re already a gift, Lori.”

Joel’s heart sank as Lori smiled up at the man with the brightest smile. The same smile she had always given Tess. The same smile he had been on the receiving end for only a handful of times, but he, at that moment, realised he had always taken it for granted.

“Robert and Julia are taking Lori in so I guess you’re welcome back into our home,” Tommy said so nonchalantly. “I mean, it doesn’t seem like Lori is coming back to me. She’s been enjoying their company. They’re good people.”

Although Tommy wanted to rub it in that Lori had moved on from Joel, Tommy also wanted Joel to know that the people that were taking care of her were to be trusted and would never hurt her. Tommy wanted Joel to know that if there was even a tiny piece in Joel that wanted to make things right with Lori and possibly bring her back to him—though, he highly doubted that—Joel had lost his chance and there was no reason for him to even try.

Joel didn’t realise Tommy had left as his eyes were focused on the way Lori’s cheeks and ears became red. “I—” she stuttered as she looked up at the man, who Joel newly found out was called Robert.

Robert reached over her shoulder and grabbed a second hair clip, one that matched the one they had picked out for Julia. “Here,” he said as he clipped the accessory into Lori’s hair. “As a ‘thank you’ for trusting us and letting us take care of you. And that’s what we’ll do until you get sick of us.” Robert and Lori both laughed at his words. “We’ll take care of you.”

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volturissideslut · 1 year

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How would the guards be with a very ditsy human mate, kinda like Luna Lovegood.

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉

So I wrote for more of a ditzy/wonder-y (???) reader then Luna-esque (but not really??), which Luna kind of is so I hope that's okay??? I'm not entirely sure in this is what you asked or not but here you go

Alec

WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP WANDERING OFF?!?! ITS STRESSING HIM THE FUCK OUTTT

would be the type to wrap you in bubble wrap, place you in a padded room and coddle you day and night

look, he loves you so much

but you keep going to the woods

at night

and he has around a thousand years worth of enimies trying to get to him and those he loves because of his role in the volturi

and whilst you're bright... you're not the most sharp

and he can't have you being taken

please! feel free to wander the castle and it's garden, study ancient books and history, endeavour into art, converse with the guards, but please for the love of God stop wandering into the forest at the dead of night

Jane

Look, you'll probably both try your best but I genuinely don't think this would work with her

yes, she has an eternity

but she just doesn't have the patience

it'll cute at first, the strong, knowledgeable and mature vampire with the ditzy, slow-paced, heartwarming human

but with the type of person she is I don't see this lasting without one of you changing your entire personality- and that's not fair

BUT

for plots sake, let's say it happened and its lasting:

she is SO protective of you it's not even funny

you're her adorable little human and she'll try her best to seem interested in what you have to say

And if anyone, and I mean anyone (aside from the kings) insults you or gives you a funny look or something?????

they're gonna face a world full of pain

Demetri

absolutely

adores

you

1) is sat with heart eyes whenever you ramble about something you're interested in

2) random dances in the middle of the hallway disturbing everyone and causing traffic

3) indulges in the wanderings: you want to stand on the roof at exactly 5:32 am in the middle of winter to look at the stars at that precise moment because you read in a book 14 years ago about something that might have to do with it? sure!

Felix

Is SO supportive and absolutely interested in anything and everything you have to say

"oh? you saw something strange in the woods? do tell, my darling, I'd love to hear all about it" loves listening to you ramble and finds it adorable when you get this concentrating and confused look on your face when literally nothing is happening

please please please please please play chess with him!! he wants to teach you soooo bad beacsue firstly it's cool, secondly it'll make you a little sharper and thirdly he wants to spend time with youuuuuuuuuu

incase you haven't noticed I'm not that good at writing for felix but I'm trying

#twilight #twilight renascence #twilight saga #volturissideslut #volturi Guard #alec volturi #jane volturi #demetri volturi #felix volturi #x reader #headcannons #hc

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verysmolnerd · 4 days

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Fuck it. Yandere Maxim

When he permanently lost Veronica to Balthazar, something inside him just snapped. A thousand years worth of magical battles and losing to the same person can make you lose it.

It’s not like Balthazar attempted to fix his broken relationship with any of the ancient apprentices. It’s almost like rubbing in a victory, expect multiply it by every single year Maxim lost. Long story short, he’s in a permanently foul mood.

He’s heavily affected by his past failures and refuses to grow from it, as mentioned before. So when someone catches his eye, they’re better off either dropping off the face of the earth or..there’s no alternative, whoever is the sudden target of his infatuation, they’re fucked.

So, if you are the target of his sudden descent into true madness, you’ll notice eyes on you. Like normal, you’ll be unable to see the source. Maybe if you’re perceptive, you can see the faintest baby blue glow from across the street. It’s always some form of jewelry, but you could never figure why it glows so much; noticeably bright for that matter.

If you work at some sort of food service job or coffee shop, you’ll notice that one of your regulars lack their personality that you’ve known for a long time. Then they leave, and re-enter with their normal personality, and different clothes for that matter.

I would say this could go on for a week at least, a month at most. Maxim’s patience has long since run very thin. He’s already played the waiting game with Veronica and lost, he’s not about to do that again.

However, he is dramatic. So, he’s going to come after you in the cliche New York evenings when you’re walking home by yourself. The only indication that he’s nearing was the strength of the wind increasing.

Then it suddenly stops, and you feel cool metal tap again the back of your head.. and then you fall forward, losing consciousness.

As for being in his captivity, scream, beg, cry; nothing works for home. He’s been in the magical side of every single war that took place within the past thousand years. Screaming bloody murder won’t do anything. It’ll just piss him off and then you find that you’re unable to open your mouth.

The location he brings you can only be accessed with magic. It’s a nice abode, but you’ll never see the light of day. That meaning, you also lose track of time very easily. Each room you enter is always lit the same, by some electric chandelier. The dim lighting starts to get to you after a while.

Behaving and playing the part that he wanted Veronica to play can surely help you out. Granted, he’ll never be as doting as he would in the past, but the shadows of his selfless kindness start to show.

If you happened to know another sorcerer, then that would really piss him off. The only sorcerers that are able to stop him are the people who beat him in the first place. So any sorcerer that isn’t them will meet a brutal fate. He’ll have some part of them on display as if it’s some sort of art piece.

If you are friends with the stronger sorcerers, then you better stay with them as long as you live (or unless his interest for you fades) because he will be biding his time to capture you.

If you yourself know magic, he’ll be some sort of strict master to you. You don’t know what his intentions are for you, but it certainly helps pass the time.

You never really deal with his mood changing that much, he’s still the closed off sorcerer who’s lost so many times that he’s bitter for eternity.

When worse comes to worse, he will use you without consent, but I think he’s too upset with his past to be sexually interested or frustrated for that matter.

If his infatuation gets the best of him, he will be affectionate. I imagine this will be a lot later down the line should you choose to submit to him. He’ll gradually become more comfortable with showing such affections. He doesn’t want another Veronica case, so for a long ass time you’re just kidnapped with an emotionally distant man who just admires you like a work of art.

If you somehow escape (his magical house doesn’t have any exists and is far bigger than a labyrinth) he’ll be at wits end to find you. No matter how many people stand in front of you, their bodies will soon lay lidless on the floor.

He does love you to some extent, it’s just scary. He’s almost like a cursed porcelain pot. Pretty and nice to look at until broken, then the shard will cut you.

First yandere headcannon, shit got wild.

#fanfiction #headcannons #fanfic #maxim horvath x reader #maxim horvath #Yandere Maxim horvath #yandere Maxim horvath x reader

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wrathfulrook · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday

Life's a bitch but I'm still here. Sorry for being MIA on tags. I'm planning on responding to tags tomorrow if I can find the willpower lol

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Have yet more from Wrathling:

“BECAUSE THEY’RE MY FRIENDS!”

Patience fell silent in surprise. Not so much at his yelling, but at his use of the present tense, that he still considered them his friends. She knew very well that they didn’t consider him a friend. Not anymore.

Eventually, she spoke again. “If they’re really your friends, how can you do this to them?” She spoke the words gently, not accusatorily or hostilely.

Ire and fatigue mixing in his eyes, he spit at her, “If they’re my friends, how I can I give up and leave them to burn in the Collapse? I can save them.”

“How is confiscating all of their baby supplies supposed to save them?” There was accusation in her voice there. She couldn’t help it.

“So that they join us. So they bring themselves and their baby into my Gate and stay safe from the Collapse!”

Patience hesitated before speaking calmly, as if he were a bomb that may detonate at a moment’s notice. “John… they aren’t going to join the Project. They’ve made up their minds.”

“No.”

She blinked in surprise. The one-word response that was so unlike him. The sheer denial.

“They’re going to say yes.”

“…John.”

“They’re going to say yes.” The words were sterner that time. “Because time is running out. Because if they don’t say yes, they’ll burn. They’ll burn alive. Scared and confused, holding each other and their innocent baby and they don’t have to!

“How can I just give up on them? How could I not do everything in my power to save the people I care about from a fate like that! A horrible death followed by an eternity in hellfire!?

“No. I’m going to make them say yes.”

Patience nodded silently and stepped gingerly forward. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face to his shoulder. She could feel his chest rising and falling with his heaving breaths, hear his pulse pounding.

“It doesn’t matter if they hate me. It doesn’t matter if they never speak to me again. It doesn’t matter how threatened or fearful or angry they feel now, as long as it ends with them saying yes. They’re going to say yes and they’re going to be saved.”

“Ok,” she gently soothed him. “Ok…”

“I’m going to save them.”

She simply nodded, dragging her face against the cool material of his shirt. What else could she do? What could she possibly say to him? The Ryes were never ever going to say yes. But it didn’t matter. The Collapse wasn’t real. John wasn’t saving them. He was simply threatening them. Scaring them. He wasn’t saving an innocent child. He was depriving the baby of diapers, bottles, onesies… He was torturing Nick and Kim and their unborn child.

He was torturing himself. Plaguing himself with images of his only friends dying painfully and needlessly. Friends who would rightfully kill him in a heartbeat for how he’d been treating them. For how he thought he was saving them…

And Patience wished she could take it all away.

As she held this horrible villain in her arms, running comforting fingers up and down the back of his neck, she wished more than anything that she could go back in time. Decades ago, before she was even an idea in her own parents’ mind. She wished she could go back and steal the tiny boy she’d only ever read about in a madman’s book, the boy who was always happy and smiling and wanting to please.

She wanted to scoop that child into her arms and run away with him. Take him away from the raving brother who convinced him the end was nigh. Take him away from every set of parents he’d ever had- those who beat him, hurt him, twisted him from a laughing little boy to the manipulative snake before her.

But she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t save that boy.

So, she simply ran her fingers through the snake’s hair and held him tightly against herself and told him it was ok, when it really, really wasn’t.

#wrathling #wip

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mathiwrites · 1 month

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the justice league's moms' book club's guide to vampire slaying, a martha kent, alfred pennyworth, atlanna & hippolyta fanfic

Chapter 5 - The Book Club

In hindsight, Clark has always made learning about new cultures, traditions and personalities easy. It is her own fault for assuming that she could replicate the delicate balance that the League has achieved with a handful of letters, a book and some food.

Martha blinks between Hippolyta and Alfred—one built of fire and passion, and the other eternal cool. They stand on opposite sides of the room with contrasting temperaments. Unlike Atlanna and Hippolyta, she and Alfred were not raised in the ways of a warrior. They have lived gentler lives; their conflicts are solved with words, not challenges. She moves to intervene, but Atlanna touches her elbow, stopping her.

“If you intervene, she will not respect him. Alfred must stand on his own.” And there is not a shred of worry in her friend’s eyes. Atlanna has full confidence in the gentleman.

“It is a pleasure—,” Alfred begins. He extends a hand to her.

“I have yet to decide that,” Hippolyta snarls. Her blue eyes flicker down towards the extended hand, and she debates smacking it away. “Filth.” She spits, and the insult draws a sharp gasp from Martha.

“Hippolyta!” She reprimands, regardless of Atlanna’s warning. Alfred has been nothing but a good friend—an excellent friend, to be exact. Out of everyone in this room, Alfred has been there for her from Clark's exceptional childhood to the difficult loss of Jonathan. She couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t say something. “What is wrong with you? We’ve been corresponding for months!”

The change of pace is so strange, especially for Martha who has grown too used to the simplicities of a small town. If the tides change towards something or someone, she could always count on the local gossip to warn her. Martha had no time to brace herself against the anger here.

“I am simply defending my daughter’s honour against a man who found use for her.”

Martha and Atlanna’s gazes whip to Alfred, and both their heads tilt in confusion—in curiosity. Of all the reasons Hippolyta could hate Alfred for, that was not what any of them were expecting.

“But… Diana is fond of Alfred.” Atlanna proposes, blonde brows furrowing. “You are friends, are you not?”

“I think she means more than friends,” Martha adds, unhelpful.

“My daughter has a soft heart! She gives room to those who do not deserve it. To men who do not deserve it.”

Though the accusations soar, Alfred simply clears his throat. He knots his hands behind his back, an unmoved and proper Englishman in the face of a terrifyingly intimidating warrior. What he did, he must feel no shame or guilt in the face of it.

“Diana is very much like her mother in that way,” he quips, casual as ever.

Oh no. Oh no. This is how wars begin, isn’t it? Martha has the mind to call Barry and ask for advice to face a warrior Queen. He’d married one, after all. The four of them had agreed to keep their children out of it; Martha is confident that she can break through the tension with a little patience. She’s been through a hell of a lot more than this.

Lord, grant me the strength, she prays, silently looking up at the ceiling beams, as if she can see God above.

“You dare,” Hippolyta snarls and reaches for a nearby vase to launch at his head. Only then does Atlanna interfere, snatching it out of her hands with an apologetic smile. No matter, Hippolyta is more than happy to put her hands on the man’s neck. She swerves out of Atlanna’s grasp and closes the distance between herself and Alfred. “You have no right to speak of my decisions.”

“Oh, my apologies. I thought we were digging up the past by way of greetings.” Alfred steps aside, parrying or dodging her attacks, but never retaliating. He moves with enough swift confidence that Martha realizes that maybe she is the only one that has lived a peaceful life.

Just because Martha has never been to war, it does not mean that she is any less brave.

“Enough!” She slips between the two of them, trying to pry them apart. “You are guests in my house, and you will behave like mature adults. The kind that uses their words.” Martha pushes against Hippolyta and wedges herself between them. “You couldn’t have done this over letters? Now, sit or I’ll put you both to work in the barn until you get along.”

“My boys have a ‘get along’ shirt they wear when I am sick of their arguing. It has a crab on it. It would be fitting for you Lyta for you are acting very crabby.” Atlanna smiles.

“You mock me,” Hippolyta accuses her false friends.

Alfred tilts his head, peering over Martha. “No, we are reacting with equal and measured ridiculousness. Diana is a strong and intelligent woman. She is capable of making her own decisions, and she is accountable for them as well. Our separation was mutual.” He informs the group.

Oh. Oooooh. It all makes sense. Only a parent can understand the protectiveness that comes with having a child, even when they are fully grown. Martha laughs, a shaky sound of relief. She turns to smack Alfred on the chest and that seems to appease Hippolyta. “Alfred, she is too young,” Martha pauses, realizing what she’s said.

“I’m afraid I was the younger one in the relationship,” he laughs.

“This is no laughing matter. Diana is the princess of Themyscira, a gift from the gods and no man—”

Martha smacks Hippolyta in the shoulder too. She sings a song she’d used in Clark’s childhood. “Ears are for listening, mouths are for talking, but they cannot do both at once.” As as she hums, she touches her ears and her lips, in demonstration for Hippolyta. “Sit,” she repeats motioning at the couch.

Hippolyta is confused, but the other three seem far too amused, like an inside joke she is missing. “Fine,” she snaps, but only because she holds Martha in high regard and this is her home. Next time, if there is a next time, Themyscira will host this silly club and Alfred can simply drown in the sea for his trespasses.

“Now, with our words, very calmly, let’s talk about what happened and how that makes us feel.”

The only reason Alfred isn’t insulted is because he knows these guidelines are directed to ones who punch first and talk later. He finds an armchair at a reasonable distance from the Amazon.

“Yes, what is this about you and Diana? Give me all the tea,” Atlanna buzzes on the couch next to Hippolyta. It’s not often that she can engage in gossip, not since her departure from Atlantis. Oh, she missed the drama, especially when it did not involve her.

Alfred crosses a leg, leaning back in his seat. “I am a former Special Operations Executive. Diana and I met when I was in my twenties and we had a joint mission together. I was young and we had a fling. It was good fun.”

“Fun,” Hippolyta repeats with disdain.

“Oh, Lyta. Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what he means.” Was she not propositioning Atlanna as her very first words to her in decades? “You are a terrible tease.”

Martha looks from Alfred to Hippolyta, and then Atlanna. Well, this is one way to get to know everyone. A very quick and personal way. She always figured that emotions are better out than in, so they can move on with better and less angry things.

The comment from Atlanna seems to slow Hippolyta’s murderous momentum. The Queen simply folds her arms and refuses to look at Alfred. Her silence only encourages Atlanna.

“Now, let us go back to the comment about Lyta being similar to Diana.” Atlanna beams.

“You’d make a mighty fine reporter, Lana. Have you considered it? Clarkie has contacts.” Martha means it. She’d completely forgotten about that well-placed slip of information from Alfred.

Hippolyta remains silent, and Alfred is unwilling to stoop to her level.

“I cherish your daughter, truly. She is one of my greatest friends. The time she deigned to spend with me, I am honoured.” He leans forward to reach out to her. Her hands are out of reach, so he dares to touch her knee lightly and platonically. “I have always known she was out of my league, but she has a way of making those around her better. Myself included. You have raised a fine woman. She is a wonder.”

The compliment mollifies Hippolyta, and she shares a look with Alfred. There is a secret between them that Atlanna and Martha are simply not privy to, but neither woman seems willing to pry further than they already have.

The Queen ticks her jaw, before glancing away. “My anger is… misplaced. I apologize, Alfred.”

Like an exhale, the apology brings ease to everyone . Alfred chooses not to push his luck, withdrawing his hand, and offers everyone tea. Martha hushes him, imploring him to sit and enjoy, but he cannot—he will not. To serve is not a duty, but a pleasure. He enjoys hosting, or assisting the host. While he joins Martha in the kitchen, Atlanna immediately leans into Hippolyta to question her on everything .

***

An abundance of food has been laid out across the kitchen table, half of it Martha’s and the other half Alfred’s.

“I see you made pie,” Martha says, evenly, as the kettle rests behind her. “Many pies, actually.”

The children would never dare to challenge her, but Alfred is another beast entirely. Their rivalry goes years back. It had started when Alfred’s car had broken down at the edge of the long dirt road leading up to the farm. Jonathan had helped repair it, and in the meantime, Martha had fed the children. Alfred insisted on repaying them, also with food. They taught each other new recipes—a beautiful back-and-forth with the same precision and determination of warriors. Martha’s food had been homey and filling; she managed to capture warmth in a single dish. In turn, Alfred educated her in striking each segment of the palate with a single bite, or three bites and a sip of perfectly paired wine.

Of course, Alfred would bring pie to the pie master’s home.

Martha circles the island, selecting not a pie, but a small fruit tart. (It counts as part of the pie family, she accepts no other verdict.) Her eyes narrow, watching her old friend with suspicion. She bites into it, and the crust crumbles with just the right amount of butter and airyness. My god, it was kneaded to perfection . Flavours burst across her tongue, both subtle and impactful. The sweetness level feels almost catered to her.

“Alfred, oh, Alfred,” she moans, unashamed. “This is Heaven.”

“Salted honey custard tart with a lavender syrup.”

“How do you even come up with these flavour combinations?”

“I thought of you. Of all the teas we’ve tried, your favourite is the honey lavender.”

“Green is my favourite,” Martha argues, but there is a slight hesitation in her voice.

“Green is your comfort, and it is accessible, but you light up when you have honey and lavender.”

And to think, some would dare to say that Alfred Pennyworth is just a man.

***

Treats are transferred to the coffee table, including trays of decadent cookies, tarts, slices of pie, cakes and mousses, along with finger sandwiches. Martha and Alfred return with two different teapots, and with laughter on their lips. This is what she had hoped for when she suggested they all meet.

“You sounded like you were having fun,” Atlanna smiles at Martha.

“Try Alfred’s desserts and you will know exactly what kind of fun I was having.” Martha serves her a warning look. Don’t start. There is nothing between her and Alfred. There never has been, and she doesn’t think there can be. He is family, and she cannot see him in any other way.

Atlanna reaches out and chooses a slice of mousse. She cuts into it with a grace and elegance that betrays her casualwear. “By the grace of Atlan.” It is so good! “Lyta. You must try something.”

Hippolyta has yet to unfold her arms, watching everyone carefully. She may have forgiven Alfred for his escapades with her daughter, but she is unwilling to break her firm composure. She is better than anything man’s world can offer.

“No,” she starts, but Atlanna is faster, popping a cream puff in her mouth. Forced to chew instead of choke, her nostrils flare as she swallows. Her face twists into a sneer, a deep frown of disdain on her beautiful unaging features. She hates this man and his stupid desserts; nothing he makes can compare to the delicacies of paradise. Anger bubbles within her, and then she exhales with a long sigh. It is the sound of defeat . “I see why… Diana,” she looks up at the ceiling, praying for the forgiveness of the goddesses. “I understand.”

Nobody moves. Nobody says anything. Did… Did Hippolyta admit she was wrong not once but twice?

Cackling shatters the silence. Atlanna laughs freely, a kind of yowl that is reminiscent of her eldest son and self-proclaimed wild child. Her mouth is full of chocolate, but there is no room for decorum when an ancient and mythical queen is being humbled by sweets. Martha joins in, her laughter a lot softer and muted. Alfred is content with looking smug from his chair, sipping tea with one leg over the over.

“The way to a warrior’s heart is through her stomach,” Atlanna snorts.

“I know,” Alfred agrees coolly. “Diana taught me that.”

“Enough!” Hippolyta complains, grabbing Atlanna’s copy of the book and tossing it on the free corner of the coffee table (carefully, so as not to disturb the desserts). “Let us discuss Evelyn and her seven husbands.” Her disgust is palpable. In the car, Atlanna had done nothing to prepare her for this meeting. “One would think after one man, Evelyn would change her tactics and have a taste of the feminine.”

“Erm,” Martha starts. “Who’s going to tell her?”

#my fics #dc comics #dc fanfic #ao3feed #aquafam #atlanna #superfam #martha kent #ma kent #batfam #batfamily #alfred pennyworth #alfred pennyworth x wonder woman #alfred pennyworth x diana prince #wonder woman #hippolyta #older characters #parental figures

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thekatebridgerton · 8 months

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Do you have headcanons on Francesca and Benedict’s relationship? They seem to be the quietest siblings in the books, I wouldn’t be surprised if Ben shared his sister feelings regarding how overwhelming it is to be a Bridgerton.

I agree of your assessment IF were talking about show Francesca and show Benedict, who are essentially very cute and lovable versions of their book counterparts. Because they are both artistically inclined and really tend to hide most of their true feelings behind a smile.

But in the books Benedict is such a loose cannon, I guess so is book Francesca if you think about it, they both just hide their lunacy in different ways, by not living in London where LW can catch wind of their respective indecencies.

The way I HC in the books, Benedict is the closest with Eloise, Colin is the closest with Daphne and Anthony is the closest with Francesca. Mainly because she’s so quiet and well behaved, he’s eternally grateful to have this one, perfectly normal, perfectly amiable sister, who is always happy to see him. So much he’s willing to look the other way whenever she does do something scandalous. And in my HC Anthony brags about Francesca’s accomplishments a lot, he’s just happy that unlike the other three at least Francesca doesn’t love to challenge his authority or try his patience and that’s all he needs to consider her the best of the lot. And Francesca is always sort of smug about being Anthony’s favourite. The way he would let her and did let her get away with anything simply because she’s absolutely endearing to him.

But Benedict is definitely the brother who taught her how to sneak around and encouraged her to explore her creative side. Benedict’s biggest insecurity is not that he’s not seen, it’s that he IS seen, but people seem to think he’s interchangeable with the rest of his brothers, feeling he’s really done nothing remarkable to stand out over Anthony and Colin. While Francesca simply feels like she doesn’t belong in her family, she disappears next to everyone else in her family because she’s so good at being good, and so perfectly normal in a family of scandalous people. So It’s just that it’s hard to think about many things they have in common, other than a love for doing things and not get caught. Because Francesca is a covert operative who has always been cool under pressure, while Benedict is more the type to launch his bombs directly and hope nobody notices when they explode.

I don’t know maybe that’s my opinion. Also we don’t talk about Francesca enough, even tho I like her more than Hyacinth and Daphne. But once s3 rolls around, that will change dear readers. I promise you.

#francesca we love you #francesca bridgerton #Benedict Bridgerton

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diosama27 · 1 year

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Part 1 - insecure chubby reader

#Fluff

AN: yn is a chubby girl who loves to eat, sleep and play around all day in her house, an above average student, basically an introvert who stays to herself, whose not a person that would be influenced by others.

So even if you're bullied you will get back at them. But still you're very much insecure because of your weight

You walk to school, just another normal day after the summer vacation, as you walk into the class you could hear gossips from girls, they were speaking about the new transfer student.

All you could hear was "he was soooo tall!!!" "I wish i could be his gf" "kyaaa!!! How can someone be sooo handsome" "he looks like he jumped out from some manga or something"...etc...etc...etc..

Yn wonderd about the so called handsome new guy who could create so much fuss despite being in the campus just for mins

"Was he really that good-looking, like really??"

(AN: Bell rings, teacher comes in and introduces the new transfer student)

Girls were happily cheering for this guy who didn't even mind giving a good introduction for himself.

Well he's tall, handsome and kind of like the cool type guy but still he's tooo cold and has one hell of an attitude

His name was jotaro, he got transferred for some personal reasons and that he's gonna continue the rest of the highschool years here.

He was allotted his seat and the rest was just the same usual normal day.

As days went by yn could literally see girls throwing themselves at him, but still getting rejected heartlessly

"Atleast he could tell them he's not interested. His attitude makes my blood boil."(AN: That's what makes him kakkoii )

Sometimes you find him staring but it feels different like it's just a normal way for people to look but when he does this it feels embarrassing.

You want to know what he thinks while staring at you like that.

"Does he think I'm pretty??!! Hell nahhh! I'm fat and I know it. So, does he think I'm disgusting????"

This man always makes you doubt yourself even when you're brimming with confidence

You feel weird. Its not like you never experienced things like this. It's just that you never knew a guy like jotaro will be your type.

You were good at hidding your feelings so it was never a problem but now you feel the need of attention from him

"From him? of all people!" You sigh

Time skip,

(AN: Typical romantic scenario up ahead)

Teacher assigns projects for students in teams of two. Well guess what yn and jotaro gets paired in a team

(AN: Wow i didn't expect that at all?)

You were kind of shocked and happy

(AN: well about the fan girls of jotaro they were pissed but still yn was not the type to go get on people's nerves and still it was just a "project")

First day after the allotment of team:

(yn was not that much of an outgoing person so you expected him to speak up first, but was left hanging (◉‿◉). )

Second day:

Still no conversation blooming

Third day:

Students started their projects. Still nothing has started between you and jotaro. You waited till evening of day 3, loosing all you're patience you texted him.

Yn: Hey. This is Yn.

(AN: ~~An eternity later~~)

Jotaro: *seen*

Yes?

Yn: what about the project? Did you find something?

Jotaro: Meet me at the coffee cafe within an hour.

You can't believe the audacity of this man to literally order you around

Leaving the message on read you started getting ready and controlled yourself from exploding with anger.

On the way you thought about the meeting and felt a bit nervous, because this was the first time you're meeting with a guy, like just the two of you.

It's not that you're uncomfortable with guys, it's just that you never felt the need to go out, but you would hangout with some friends once in a while.

You were nervous but still managed to keep it all together and not get flustered in front of this Mr. Attitude.

After reaching the cafe you saw the guy sitting in a corner hiding his face with his cap still maintaining his cool figure and a group of admirers shooting draggers of love at him.

You saw a pack of files on the table you then knew that he had some topics organized for the project.

After you take a seat he handed some files to you "so he actually did all this?" Were your thoughts

You were surprised but still it was expected since he was the guy who did answer all the questions pointed out to him.

After going through some papers y'all went back home after some time your phone buzzed.

Jotaro: did u reach home?

You were just too shocked to answer the text so after some serious mind - claculations you understood it was just normal for a person to ask this (AN: well he's not though)

So you replied

Yn: yes. You?

Jotaro: yes

You finished the project and got an exceptional grade together.

As a token of appreciation you thought of inviting him for dinner because he was the one who did most of the work and you also realised your change of feelings for him.

You felt that jotaro was someone who is reliable, inspite of you being fat and everyone just avoiding or like acting out of will with you he was different he was the only one who didn't change.

He didn't act friendly, or show pity because of lack of friends you had cause of you're weight.

You didn't know how or when you started falling for this cold hearted man without even knowing.

You expected to be his first priority, even though you didn't have the guts to say it out to him.

He literally rejected all other "perfect girls" so you knew you didn't have any chance from the beginning.

As days went by you wanted to get rid of these feelings but instead they grew more, everytime a girl trys to cling around him you wanted him to know that you wanted him, every part of him.

But you were afraid of getting rejected, so you never tried.

Little did you know the feelings were mutual

Poor Yn ;)

#anime #chubby #jotaro x y/n #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #school #chuby girl #chub love #jotaro fanart #jojo fluff #chubby reader

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blackjackkent · 3 months

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Update - as I suppose I should have expected, Naaber has more dialogue if we keep clicking on him. Looks like there might be one for him trying out every potential class. XD Featuring Hector being the most patient man in existence, bless his heart.

Starting with barbarian:

"Roar. ROAR! ROAAAAAAAR! Are you scared? Did you wet your pants? Did you? Did you?"

"Not even slightly."

"Appreciate the honesty. *Sigh* Oh well. Back to the Naabing board! ^_^ "

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Bard:

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to youuuuu! HAPPY BIIIIIIRTHDAY DEAR...."

...

"...Hector Carlisle."

"HAAAAAAAPPY BIIIIIIIRTHDAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUUUUU. What do you think, am I a good bard?"

"All the bards I've met play an instrument."

"Oh. I don't have one of those. Balls. Back to the Naabing board, then..."

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Cleric:

"Bless us with your gentle - no, holy - spirit - no, soul - no, spirit... your powers - your divine powers... bother."

[CLERIC] "Are you trying to... pray?"

"You're very good at this! Perhaps you can teach me. I'm trying to pray. Am I doing it right?"

[CLERIC] "It's more like... By your sacrament ever be praised. Oh holy, most wise, eternal god..."

"Wooooooooow! That was awesome! I bet it even works when you do it!"

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Druid:

"*Sniff sniff*"

"What are you sniffing?"

"Oh, you didn't get it? I'm pretending to be a dog. Everyone likes dogs! ^_^ "

"...Carry on, then."

"*BARK! BARK!*"

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Wizard:

"Behold, mundane meddler! You step in the domain of a master speller. For I am to be a most mighty WIZARD!"

"What's your favorite spell?"

"Wizard! W-I-Z-A-R-D! Wizard!"

"...No, spell. As in magic spell. The thing wizards cast."

"Wait. There's another step after that? Rats..."

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Warlock:

"Know any fiendish philanthropists? Fickle fae financiers? Eldritch employers? I want to make a pact!"

"Are you sure you're ready to be a warlock? To sell your soul for eternity?"

"My SOUL? I have to give up my SOUL to become a warlock????"

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Monk:

"Ommmmmmmmmmmm. Ammmmmmmmmmmm. Ummmmmmmmmmm...."

[MONK] Join in.

"Oh, HI! I didn't see you there! I was deep in meditation, see. Isn't peace and quiet just the best? I've decided to be a monk! [pause, inhale, VERY LOUDLY] I'M GOING TO BE THE BEST MONK THERE EVER WAS!"

"Go back to being silent, then."

Narrator: Naaber seals his lips, but you feel the pressure of words behind them. The poor thing is straining fit to burst.

"Aaaaaaaaargh! Ican'tdoitihavetoomuchtosay! You were right. I can't be a monk. I just want to TALK! Talking's great, see? You can say words, make friends, tell everyone everything you're thinking and feeling..."

Narrator: As he empties himself of his latest slew of thoughts, you take the opportunity to slip away.

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Rogue:

"BOO! Bet you didn't even see me coming. I'm a shadow. A mastery of sneakery. A ROGUE!"

"No, you're not. I see you. You're right there."

"Oh, thank goodness! I was worried I was getting too good at it and nobody would ever see me again! Hello! Hi!"

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Ranger:

"If not a rogue, then a ranger! I'm great at chasing things down!"

"I hope you're looking forward to those long, lonely months on the trail."

"Godsdammit, why are so many adventurer jobs so lonely?! I thought you were supposed to have parties!"

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Sorcerer:

"Perhaps the answer was deep within me all along! An ancient spark of arcana! Yes, I was born to be a sorcerer! I can feel it!"

"Cool, can you do any magic?"

"Let me focus... I can feel the power deep within me... It's coming up! It's coming up! *BURP* Oops. Just indigestion. Haha."

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Paladin:

"My liege! I swear to you an undying oath of absolute devotion. I am but your humble paladin."

"I don't accept."

"Really? But... I'm ready to do anything!"

(At this point these were the three available options - Hector has finally run out of patience:

)

"Please just go away."

"But you're the one who keeps talking to me! I- I don't want to-- all right. An oath's an oath, I suppose."

-----

Final conversation:

"These roles sure are restrictive, aren't they? Maybe the adventuring life's just not for me. I really like talking to you! There's not a lot of people that want to talk to me, so I brought you a present. Here."

He hands Hector an "Absolute Confidence Amulet," which grants +1 Performance and -1 Intimidation.

"Now, what are we going to talk about if not about the adventuring life? Wait. Wait! What if I *mix* the classes - Oh, Naaber, you GENIUS!"

And he books it out the door and out of sight.

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They all watch him run out, and Karlach lets out a soft giggle. "Hec, how the hells did you keep a straight face through all that?"

"He even tried to help him," Jaheira says with some amusement. "In my earlier travels, when we would meet such a man on the road, we would make tracks for the horizon at highest speed."

Hector chuckles. "You forget I have spent much of my life guiding the youth of the world to a better path - those who came to a life at the monastery, at least. And some of them were far more headstrong and far less sensible than that lad." A pause. "Although, I will admit -- not many."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #naaber #naaber bg3 #bjk writes her own party banter #this took a LONG time to write out lmao #worth it though #good old noober/neeber/naaber

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thinkpink212 · 9 months

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♡ Taking Myself There - Week 1♡

Summery This week truly took me places; mentally, spiritually and physically. My patience was tested, my limits were pushed, but I also experienced a lot of peace and serenity. All in all, I experienced a duality I would like not to go through again, and hopefully I never have to, if I truly learned my lesson *fingers crossed*.

This week, I managed to get everything done I wanted to get done, Yay me!

Five days later, and here we are... I said I would take myself there, and so far I am eternally grateful for the insight, strength and determination I have managed to keep up during these mildly-wild times. A lot happened this week, but by the grace of the higher power(s) and my ancestors, I managed to get right backup and pick up where I left off - no actually, better then when I left off.

What Mainly helped ♡ Supportive people, who have invested time, energy and money on me & my talents.

♡ My set routine(s) of morning and evening stretching, yoga and meditation.

♡ Finishing a book which advice & guidance helped me through this week.

♡ Talented tarot readers, and my own readings - that helped guide me whenever I felt I had lost overview

♡ The fact that I was alone home 70% of this week, because it allowed me to really get my emotions out however I needed to get them out.

My routine With changes, tweaks and adjustments, I am now closer to narrow down what really works for me and what doesn't. And I have accepted that everyday will not always be the same, and that's okay. As humans we will adapt, adjust and change constantly due to external and internal interferences, and now that I am able to adjust as quickly as I have been - all while still maintaining a baseline for myself - I am very proud of me.

Highlights - The best parts of the week where five moments... ♡ Being offered support for people who barely know me really hit the spot differently.

♡ Meeting the sweetest mom and daughter, and her taking such liking to me she came back just to talk with me some more (awww)

♡ The moments alone in my home, where all I could hear was the rain. All clean, fed, body tired and mind just enjoying the little sounds of life.

♡ Laughing so hard throughout a long shift, which made it all go so much faster! I really have some cool coworkers!

♡ Finishing writing a whole chapter and studying for my exam in full! Best feeling

What's next The coming week has a lot of days of me working a lot, and despite knowing Ill be to tired to even think, I am ready. I know its temporary (the busy week), so I am facing it head on and with as much optimism as I can. ♡ My priorities is to take all the available mock exams & score at least a C+

♡ Finish another chapter, which should be approx. 15-20 pages (unedited)

♡ Continue the morning and evening stretches. They clear my mind and calm my body, so even if I am too tired to think, this back is getting cracked and I am laying on the floor idc!

Hope you have all had a lovely week! And if not, no worries you have next week to do right by you!

#thinkpink personal #week 1 #taking myself there #motivational #advice

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ruhorih4ra · 10 months

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I have no excuses! Short fic it is.

SatanxMc!Gn

Please Tumblr, I need yellow for Mammon! :( Edit: Heheh

The demon and the sheep 💚

Once upon a time, in a vast and beautiful kingdom, an equally beautiful monarch existed. They were loved by all of their subjects, the reason was no other but the kindness of their heart.

“I don't like it.” “...” “It's too cliche and I can't help but imagine Diavolo.” “Fine! What about this?”

The amazing time traveler! They were known by the name of...

“No, that's just lame.” “You think you can do it better?” “Glad you asked.”

The wind composing its own song, the notes harshly biting the demon’s stern face. There is a long way to go, but Catan will fight through all of the...

“What?” “...Catan?” “Yes, stop laughing.”

...adversities. He is a demon granted with incredible intelligence and charm. There is only one small problem: He is very grumpy. He smiles and acts cool and composed but beware! Oh naive creature, don't test his patience if you're not ready to face the consequences!

“You should follow your own advice.” “Quiet!! Don't interrupt me!” “... Sorry.”

Catan made a terrible mistake, he got angry at an innocent little sheep. 😔

“I don't like It.” “What?” “The emoji. There aren't emojis in stories.” “Okay, party pooper.”

Catan made a terrible mistake, he got angry at a little innocent sheep. The reason no other but a rejection of the demon's feelings.

“Little sheep, would you be my love?”

“I'm sorry, I can't. I know you only love me because my wool.”

“This is one of the worst tales and interpretations I have ever heard.” “It's just the beginning!” “Please, let me show you how it's done...”

“Dear sheep, I love you since I first saw your eyes. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but the feelings that bloom in my heart have no limits or barriers. I'm afraid I was too immature to try and show you my true emotions, for I’ve never felt this way before. Please, my love, forgive me and love me and never let me go.” “Yes, Catan! I love you and I will spend the rest of my life with you!”

“Boooo!!!” “Excuse me?” “It was supposed to be a slow burn romance!” “What for? They are perfect together. The demon and the sheep.” “At least give them a nice ending.”

They lived together for all eternity, surrounded by books and cats and, most importantly, love.

The end.

“Are you satisfied now, love?” “There was not a single kiss!” “Let's fix that.” He pressed his lips on yours, a small peck that turned into a smile. “I think it's a great story.”

“Meh, It's kinda cheap.” “I can't believe I agree with Mammon.” “Lol, I cringed a little.” “Hmm, the sheep sounds delicious!” “I think it's… okay.” “It felt rushed.”

You turned to see the six brothers gathered together, Beelzebub was even eating popcorn. “Who invited you guys?!” “We live here too, ya know?”

“Maybe more angst? Love triangles?”

“Ooh yes, interesting!”

“I suggest more descriptions and a fluent narrative.”

“Catan shouldn’t be described as an overly good demon, he’ll be take as flat character.”

“Zzzzz.” “Exactly my point, thanks Belphie.”

“Perhaps Catan should break all of his brother’s bones! Dismember their limbs one by one and bathe in their blood while they beg for mercy!!”

“…”

“You didn’t introduce Catan’s brothers first, so that would be weird.”

“Levi no”

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Between Us Episode 6 Commentary and Review

For my previous episode commentary can be found here.

If you aren't ready for the pain. Well, you're in good company because me either. Why do you guys do this to me? Why do you always want me to review the most painful shows? I think I'm surrounded not only by brats, but Sadists. I can't even take enjoyment in knowing that you all will suffer with me. No! Because all of you like this sort of shit. I hate it here.

Okay, enough eternal distractions. Let's do this. You ever wonder what it would be like to watch yourself on TV. No? Yeah, me either. Yes, this is absolutely me continuing to try and distract from what's about to happen. Ahhhh, no. Team. Oh, thank god for Win. It's the Hia that brings Win from concern to now angry. Oh, the chin grab is very Dom. It not only allows you to control the motion of the face, but dish out punishment as well. The bite of fingers into the face can be painful, but not necessarily overly harsh. It gets results and is something you can do in public with few recognizing what's going on. I personally am a huge fan of facial control.

I really feel for both of them At this moment. I get where are both coming from. Ah, there's that fist. I'm really glad that he didn't actually hit him, but I can for sure see why he was so pissed. Plus, being scared on top of that, who wouldn't lose control? But a Dom who fully loses control and actually swings on their submissive can go fuck themselves. You don't have what it takes to be a Dom then. The object is to have control, not lose it. It's like the shitty Doms who brag about making their submissive use their safe word. That's not how this works, that's not how any of this works, shitheads.

The moment he is standing there with his fist up and team is just waiting, says so much about him as a sub. The way Win pulls him into a hug and then communicates through his pain. Ugh, my heart. Team finally comes out of his shock and hugs him back. "My heart is torn apart." "What would happen to me if something happened to you?" You guys are destroying me and that kissed did not help. Fuck, but the acting is top tier.

Oh, silence as punishment. Ugh, can't say I blame him, though. I hate using it for discipline, but sometimes it's for the Doms benefit besides being an effective punishment. Use it too often, and it's abusive, but so is saying shit out of anger. Sometimes silence is needed to figure out your own feelings. The first thought you think isn't just instinct, but it can also be about your conditioning and how you are raised. It's your thoughts after that first instinct that are actually you versus upbringing. So yeah, it's only natural that sometimes it takes longer to sort all that out.

Shit guys! We just started and I've written an essay. Sorry new followers. Run for the hills! Okay, not cool Win, you interrupted. He was trying to explain himself, and you really lost an opportunity to learn here. Are you listening, Win. Can you pull out of your anger long enough to hear? You're going to be a shitty Dom if can't. Because that boy is going to need patience and understanding. Oh look, he is. Good. Awe poor baby. All punishment and no kisses, but look at him bringing you to his home and caring for you.

Oh, you shithead. Telling him that you should have let him drown. If he has a full-blown panic attack, I'm not forgiving you!!! You better fucking apologize! Don't, nobody, give me shit. He is past the point in which it is acceptable to make painful verbal strikes. What Team did was wrong, but he wasn't intentionally trying to hurt someone, whereas Win is. He is lucky that Team is so damn forgiving, unlike him. They both love each other so much.

Oh boy, she just said friend. She told you that Win brought a friend with him, and you're just going to jump on the bed. 🤣🤣🤣 Poor Team, he is getting so abused. They were cuddling under those covers, I just know it. Team like, yeah, who am I. I’m dead. Their facial expressions are hilarious. Okay little bro, you really grew on me last episode but this episode, you are sliding home. You are such a little sibling. Not that I did this shit At All. Nope. Never.

Look at him showing off his grades, it's so cute. If not, fucking sad as fuck. You don't show your paper and grades to your siblings unless they are the ones to raise you. Bless it. Fuck, shit, I called it. I knew I did, but that's besides the point! Fucking episode, you could stop killing me any time now. Ohhhh, I love this kid. He is so fucking astute. He knows exactly who Team is to Win, and he just accepts him. Invites him to come too. Don't know Team as well as you thought you did, huh, Win. I did notice that he calls him P' Team.

Okay... The whole calling out Prince's name had me laughing. That shit was funny. That was super cute. Dean and Win's friendship is bro goals. I adore them. If you guys only knew the amount of distractions I have going on around me right now. Oh damn, Win dealing with some flashbacks. Oh damn, the fear of losing something you love. Oh damn, the insecurities. Tell him Dean!!! I mean, Win you are relatable in your stupidity, but damn. You think you wouldn't feel it if something happened to Dean or your family? And he left. You are going to be real lucky if Team isn't petty.

Okay now they are cringy. Is he really dancing around, why spraying that on himself? WTF. Okay Steve!!! Look at you finally not being a third wheel. Win picked you for support? Are we about to see some redeeming qualities? Oh, thank god, his brother came. We might actually get some decent advice. Sorry, Steve, I mean T. rex. You're back to being the third wheel. Look on the bright side, you get to stare at your crush.

Oh, you are a couple, dumbass. Don't go getting twisted just because your panties are. Look, Steve isn't so bad. At least he gives good caring facial expressions. Poor Win, though, he's so fucking relatable. Okay, I need one of you guys to pull some good advice out your ass. I know he is having a moment, but to not pick up when your sub calls is just not done. I like Dean and Pharm and all, but I'm going to forward because I comment a lot about them in my UWMA reviews.

Just the two of us. Look, no offense, but I don't blame him for ditching you guys. My homework assignment for the two of you is to find some friends and learn to give advice. And I mean friends where you aren't the third wheel to, Steve. filler, filler, and more filler. They pretty though. I'll give them that.

Oh, damn. I really didn't want to see that. I could have done without so much details. Now I'm a little grateful for the respite of the filler. "Yeah, do it, I like it." That was cute. I also like how they constantly looked at each other. That's one of my favorite things. Okay, so is the snuggling. NO! I'm not crying. Your crying. If anybody actually reads all this, I'm going to be shocked. Anybody else want to punch, Win right now? Like not really because he is still a favorite character, but damn! I'm all up in my feels right now.

The product placement video!!! Loved it!!! Well, hope that those of you who were able to get through this long ass thing enjoy. As a reward, I give you the link to my newest smut scene.

Enjoy 💜💜💜

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