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lesfir · 21 days

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The charming Dark Side

In the supplement to "Triumph of Evil", I'd like to take the time to the issue - which evil? Astarion, as well as Lord Astarion evil\dark side is complex.

Unattractive evil absolutely breaks Astarion as a character, in the Evil Ascension Ending too, he needs to remain attractive and complex. It's his core, as an Ascended Astarion too, is himself - Astarion, and one of his integral paths as an Astarion character. I need a certain baseline for statements like that, too.

Evil is not cardboard. except for tales cartoons, teaching the virtues Evil is complex. "Has some little good in it" where I'm greedy and want more Is a great line of reasoning in Astarion's story.

Astarion is an fun character for the theme of evil and good. Astarion's own reasoning is extremely materialistic, selfish, and an "evil" picture of the world. Which however in Faerun has its own meaning. It also stays in balance. Astarion is more likely to act as an unsuspecting actor of a global idea that contains complex moral themes than to say such things himself. For example, we might find thoughts that rise above the story in the words of the archetype character "the wise man", Wise Old Turtle -like. Astarion either does not do this arbitrarily or he mocks morality, uses it to accomplish a goal. Or he can't find the words:

CinematicNodeContext: Can't quite find the words to convey "even evil people can be a little bit good" so just mimes weighing scales with his hands NodeContext: "And even good or evil people can be a little bit complicated."

In my opinion this idea from act 2 already overlaps with the ending. Evil power as a tool, evil man, even a little bit of good and something complicated. It also generally intersects with Astarion's story.

Complex Evil has its own morality, motivations, reasons and sense, depending on the context of the story. But it remains "evil" for some reason. Here we are already getting to a debatable, personal topic and who understands evil and gray morality in what way. To me, grayness is different from evil: Realizing it's immoral and still willing to do it. The lack of regret\guilt. The desire to continue. The inner satisfaction, fun of doing evil or all together. Hello Astarion very much hello, Lord Astarion Maybe in the very topic being reasoned over, the story will be something gray, yet the character will be evil within the story. We can add here DnD - in which greed and selfishness are classed as evil. Greed is one of the "deadliest human sins", as well as pride, speaking of other structures of the definition of "evil".

This point of the complexity of dark themes in Astarion's character, was mentioned by Astarion author Stephen Rooney. Stephen Rooney | Idle Insights | Idle Champions | D&D 18:32

Lauren: What was like one or two of the core things that were the most important about his character that needed to be represented? When you were helping us bring your baby into our game what were like the couple things you're like - he has to have this in order to still be him.

Stephen Rooney: When you meet Astarion the first thing that he does in the game is pull a knife on you. He has a certain appreciation for violence I guess, a bit of a murdery streak so… I think it's important to have that… and also… he's a vampire, he's all about blood and he's all about darker sides of humanity. So it's important that that's that's represented in the game. But the same time he’s really fun to write, to have in your party. And it was it's very important for me that that is also represented those kind of the two sides. It's gonna stop you but we'll we'll have a smile on his face and see does it.

Lauren: The fun thing about that duality of like all right he's a vampire he's all about blood but also he's kind of this sarcastic fun character. I like that he is not your cliche brooding dark always kind of emo vampire like he's got in a weird way a lot of fun personality to him and like he's a rogue but he's dressed in like fancy clothes and very he's very charismatic and personable. Were you was that how you were you was that just how you crafted Astarion from a gameplay and character perspective or were you thinking of like let’s make sure he’s not Dracula let’s make sure he’s not super cliché vampires.

Stephen Rooney: (… about cliché vampires) The main thing with Astarion character I think was just trying to get a sense of fun into… He could… It would be very very easy to write a character that was very unlikable in Astarion and we absolutely didn't want to do that. He's a bit terrible consistently throughout the game, he's awful in a whole lot of ways. But at the same time he needs to be charming and he needs to be someone that you actually want to have around. Because you’re gonna be with this guy for hours and hours – it’s a long track through this game so… You gotta make sure he’s engaging, he’s fun. Lauren: He that nice line of like… He’s doing the terrible things but he’s so fun to be around and maybe he’s got a point about the terrible things he’s doing and, you know, maybe he's gonna sway the player over to his side of seeing things a little bit.

Stephen Rooney: Hopefully, I mean, that would be the gold standard if I hit that even most of the time, I’m extremely happy.

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There are two sides to Astarion's character that are very important to have together - he is a bloodthirsty vampire, "he's all about the darker sides of humanity", and he is fun. It's easy to write Astarion as a very unlikable character, but that's something its author absolutely didn't want. Astarion needs to be charming, interesting, fun, yet keep two sides.

I mean that's why Lord Astarion - being the most dangerous on the meadow - is sulking that he wasn't the one throwing the party, arrogantly looking at the nails "wow they're still alive, good for them", throws away the goblet drinks wine from the bottle, and flies back and forth as tiny furry bat. Astarion's evil is seductive and alluring, instead of only black vacuum. It takes nuance and a lot of detail, balance, as well as the important thing - devilish charm and charisma. More like space viewed from a monitor, constellations and nebulae. If you truly get there, you'll freeze to death in a second, but it's very beautiful from afar. It's the kind of evil he has throughout story. Such evil stays with Astarion in Ascension, more openly and at the apogee. True, it's different for each individual. A friend of mine said: "why do you need that vampire bastard? I'm gonna kill him" хD Alluring of Astarion's evil and especially of Lord Astarion works very differently or doesn't work at all.

#astarion #ascended astarion #lord astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #Bg3 Evil Path #my analysis

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incorrectbatfam · 2 years

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Jason Todd’s book recommendation list? Or at least a list of his favorite Jane Austen books in order? Also, which Pride & Prejudice movie version would he prefer?

Jason's book recs besides Jane Austen and Willy Shakes:

The Catcher in the Rye – J. D. Salinger

Fun Home – Alison Bechdel

The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini

The Social Cancer – José Rizal

The Picture of Dorian Gray – Oscar Wilde

Invisible Man – Ralph Ellison

The Outsiders – S. E. Hinton

A Wrinkle in Time – Madeleine L'Engle

The Scarlet Letter – Nathaniel Hawthorne

Persepolis – Marjane Satrapi

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time – Mark Haddon

The Handmaid's Tale – Margaret Atwood

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings – Maya Angelou

Bridge to Terabithia – Katherine Paterson

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian – Sherman Alexie

The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Song of Solomon – Toni Morrison

The Left Hand of Darkness – Ursula K. Le Guin

To Kill A Mockingbird – Harper Lee

The Hate U Give – Angie Thomas

Maus – Art Spiegelman

The Giver – Lois Lowry

The Joy Luck Club – Amy Tan

Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov

Chicano! – Francisco A. Rosales

My Sister's Keeper – Jodi Picoult

1984 – George Orwell

The Satanic Verses – Salman Rushdie

Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee – Dee Brown

Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck

Slaughterhouse Five – Kurt Vonnegut

As I Lay Dying – William Faulkner

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest – Ken Kesey

Their Eyes Were Watching God – Zora Neale Hurston

The Perks of Being a Wallflower – Stephen Chbosky

For Whom the Bell Tolls – Ernest Hemingway

The Jungle – Upton Sinclair

Fahrenheit 451 – Ray Bradbury

#ask #jason todd #red hood #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #dc comics #headcanon #book rec #banned books

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alrightbuckaroo · 5 months

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Hello 💗 Making a request for song number 3 or 51 for the Spotify drabbles 💗

Hi D! I'm going to go with 3, which is Stormy by Classics IV, because 51 is Romantic Homicide by d4vd and that's too sad a prompt, even for me! That said, Stormy is still quite sad in it's own way but I'm still gonna find a way to pull joy from it.

Austin, Texas is a placed that's been robbed of color.

That's what TK tells Carlos during due process. His lip is busted, he's fighting off a headache and his pride is still licking the wounds that Alex has left him with.

"Ever since I got here, I just feel gray." TK mutters out with a tired voice that's used to not being heard. Carlos' eyes soften, warm brown eyes displaying a poignant flare of sympathy.

As TK stands, knowing he's free to go, Carlos makes a playful remark to which TK feigns offense to. As he walks out the door, the flashing blue lights of cop cars the pass by seem more vibrant than they did before.

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TK's doing something he's never done before - he's taking his time to fall in love. He's waiting to fall as not to hurt himself, as to not knock himself against the branches of reality on the way down.

He thinks it's different, but he's finding that he really likes it. He's opening his heart to a man who never plans to let it close.

Things are still a little grey, but then he'll look into Carlos' warm brown eyes and remember that there are sprinkles of hues if you just know where to look.

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TK's hopelessly in love and he never wants to climb out.

He never wants to be cursed with that immersive shade of grey that shrouded everything when he first got to Texas.

He's hand in hand with Carlos at the farmer's market and shades of red, orange, and yellow have never looked so beautiful.

Everything's vibrant, sparkling as if it's the debut of a color TK's never seen before. Pale grey doesn't cast over everything the way it used to and TK's afraid to close his eyes at the risk of never seeing the world's colors this way ever again.

TK wakes up to a bed half full. He hasn't seen Carlos in weeks and he can't remember what the shade of blue truly looks like. He's been through a break-up before but this. This is different.

Outside is a pale grey sky that's all but ready to consume him. He tries to blame it on the winter forecast.

TK’s pulled from the brink of the death and the first thing he sees standing above him is Carlos.

At first, he’s not sure if he’s truly alive or dead because he’s always thought Carlos looks like an angel.

He breathlessly mutters a, “Hey, baby,” and he’s swathed in the warm that you can only feel in the arms of the one you love. TK grabs onto Carlos’ sweater and pulls him in even closer.

TK thinks he’s never seen the color green look so beautiful before.

This morning, TK woke up in their apartment. He woke up and gazed upon the man he knows he'll always be able to call home.

Outside, it's forecast and the weatherman predicts there will be a light drizzle. Grey storm clouds are scattered across the sky, blocking out the sunlight.

TK doesn't mind, however, because when Carlos opens his eyes and grins at him, TK swears he can see the sunshine in his smile.

TK proposes to Carlos in the middle of the night. Moonlight splashes across the dark room, basking it in a brilliant white light. 3:18 in red numbers that seem especially lively display on the digital clock.

Carlos says yes and TK's certain he's never going to experience that pungent shade of grey ever again.

Gwyn's favorite song was Being Alive, a song in which the speaker asks for somebody to crowd him with love. For somebody to give him support.

At his wedding, Tommy, someone who's given him unending support, sings his mother's favorite song and it's almost as if he's stumbled upon the meaning. He looks around him and finds himself crowded with love.

He looks around him and his eyes are drawn to the array of colors surrounding him. Marjan's pink garb, Nancy's maroon colored dress, the gold of his wedding band and the white roses that he can't get enough of.

Austin, Texas was a placed that was robbed of color.

Now, TK feels like he's swimming in it.

send me a number 1-100 and i will try to write a short drabble based off whatever song that corresponds to in my spotify wrapped - you can read the other prompt fills here

#is this how i soft launch that i started working on an au born out of this song in which tk is tk but carlos is a diner owner?#anyways i hope you liked it <3 i've been wanting to talk about tk swimming in color for a while so glad i got to do it #series: love is the song you can't stop singing #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #tarlos fic #my writing

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giggly-bun · 1 year

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Bar For Bar {KaveTham}

A/N [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC] if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Sorry for any mistakes that i’ve made but i hope if you read this I hope you enjoy it. my first kavetham fic i hope you guys like it :D -bunny 🔮

"Twenty five."

He looked too good.

"Twenty six."

It honestly infuriated Kaveh how good he actually looked.

"Twenty seven."

The way the waistband of his boxers curved perfectly around that God-constructed waist, the sweat glistening off his deep, toned abs and- Ah, he can't take it anymore!

"Alhaitham will you stop pestering me with your inseccasnt counting, it's driving me crazy!" Kaveh roared, watching his roomate finish another pull up in the doorway of their home. Ever since some of the Akedamiya students had gifted him this new pull up bar for training, the scribe took it upon himself to use it every day. In front of Kaveh. Shirtless. Kaveh had tried to conceal the sneaky glances and wandering eyes, but there is only so much he could take before his face starts to burn at a concerning temperature.

Alhaitham looked over at Kaveh with a slight smirk gracing his lips. "What's the matter? Jealous that I don't pull a hip every time I walk? Maybe if you spent less time cooped up in your office being a sad architect, you would be able to do this too, Kaveh."

Inhale. Exhale.

Kaveh scoffed in response. "Ugh, you are so full of yourself it's actually repulsive. You think you're too good for this world, don't you?"

"No, I know I'm too good for this world. Fortunately for you, I have the presence to keep reminding you that I am. Now, if you'll excuse me- Thirty."

Alhaitham let out a slight groan as he resumed his postion on the bar and pulled his own body weight up, effortlessly. Kaveh watched astounded; both by the absolute audacity his roomate had, and by the absolute strength he had. God, the way he bit his lip slightly with every movement and- stop it, Kaveh, think!

Kaveh stood up in an excentric display of anger and marched over to where his not-so-hansdome roomate was working out. "Alhaitham, I am warning you, if you don't get out of that doorway and shut up I'll-"

"You'll what? You gonna take me on in a fight, little Kaveh?" Alhaitham practically laughed out, watching as Kaveh's face shifted through his embarassment. "Trust me, Kaveh, there is nothing you could do or say that will drag me away from this bar. Especially when I know it just pisses you off, oh, so much." He gloated, a smug smirk resting on his face a pride laced his words. The air was silent, and it was tense as Kaveh thought.

"Alhaitham, get down from the fucking bar."

"Make me, short ass."

That's it!

Kaveh sauntered behind the gray haired man, muttreing curses under his breath. "Fine, you don't want to come down from the fucking bar, oh, I'll make you come down from the fucking bar." he growled lowly. Alhaitham couldn't see his movements, but he heard the way Kaveh cursed, and it boosted his ego tenfold.

"Yeah, good luck with that, architect. We both know you are no where near as strong as m-EHE!" Alhaitham would fight tooth and nail to claim that he didn’t squeak, but Kaveh knows better. The gray haired man twitched, immediately pausing mia pull up to try and turn his head to the architect.

“Kaveh, w-what was that?” He asked, trying to process the small jerk that his body took at the tweak to his sides. Unbeknownst to Alhaitham, Kaveh had began to grin like the cheshire cat.

“Oh, that? That was just me putting some valuable information to good use.” He replied, pinching the younger’s other side to enunciate his point. Alhaitham let out a small, strangled sounds, something akin to a squawk and he grunted to try and cover up the noise. The blond knew better, however, moving closer to his roommate in a way that made the scribe sweat bullets. “You may think that you’re the smartest person in the world, but let me remind you, Haitham, that I’m not dense.” Kaveh purred. He rested both hands on Alhaitham’s sides, remaining stationary, and it made the other fidget.

“What are you talking about, Kaveh? God, will you move your hands already.” The taller said, the latter part of his sentence sounding slightly more desperate than he intended.

“No can do, Haitham, I have a theory I would love to test out.“ While Kaveh spoke, he used one index finger to tantalisingly trace one of Alhaitham’s sides, ever so slowly. While it wasn’t enough to drag out any laughter, it put Alhaitham on edge, as he began shuffling along the bars, feeling his muscles tense. “You don’t think I would notice the times you’d flinched if I jabbed your sides? Or when I accidentally brushed the feather duster past your ears the other day and you practically jumped? God, you must think I’m so stupid.” Kaveh continued.

In all honesty, Alhaitham was barely able to focus on what the blond was saying, his eyes never breaking away from Kaveh’s hand that was tracing circles on his side. He began to grit his teeth, hoping that he would stop what he was planning before it was too late. But luck really wasn’t with Alhaitham today.

“L-Listen Kaveh, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but cut it out right now. You think this is funny?” Alhaitham retorted, ripping his eyes away from Kaveh’s hands to glare at the architect. Green eyes met red, and it was electric.

“You gonna stop annoying me and let go of that god forsaken bar?”

He received a scoff in response and Alhaitham prepared to do another pull up.

“Thirty one.”

Oh, he made his choice.

Kaveh wasted no time in skittering his fingers up the scribe’s waist. He used his perfectly manicured nails to lightly scratch around the sensitive skin and Alhaitham tried so hard not to laugh. He held on to the bar with all his might, however, he was no longer able to do any pull ups, instead opting to hang his head low and grit his teeth to keep his laughter at bay.

“SNRK- K-Kaveheh don’t.. g-gehet off o-of me you bastard.” He strained out, giggles bubbling up in his chest. The light tickles were sending electricity through his veins and it was painstakingly awful trying to keep himself composed.

“What’s the matter, Haitham? I thought you were stronger than me.” Kaveh teased, wiggling his fingers at the other’s lower ribs. “If that’s the case, why have you stopped doing pull ups? Are you finally ready to give this stupid bar a rest?” The mocking tone in his voice was no different from the way the two usually speak to each other, but under these circumstances, the slight teasing happened to fluster the taller of the two immensely.

“Y-You ahare such a- fuck! d-don’t Kaveh Ihihi swehear!” Damn it, he was breaking fast, much to Kaveh’s amusement.

“Was that a giggle? Did the grand scribe of the Akademiya just giggle? Oh, archons, this is priceless.” Kaveh jeered, and oh, how Alhaitham hates him. The gray haired man tried and tried to somehow shake off the feeling, tried to pretend that it wasn’t affecting him the way that it was. But that, of course, would be a lie. Testing the waters with his different tickle spots, Kaveh decided on the spot he wanted to try the most. He moved his hand to rest on Alhaitham’s elbows, moving all five of his fingers lightly downwards. Haitham knew where he was going, and he inwardly panicked.

“Last chance, Haitham, just let go.” Kaveh said, seductively. The taller shivered.

“G-Goho to hehell.”

Kaveh dove his fingers into the hollows of the others underarms and Alhaitham screeched. No longer being able to hold back anymore, unstoppable bouts of laughter poured out of his mouth at alarming rates. He tried to quiet himself, but he would trip up his words on his own hysterical giggles and Kaveh had never been so proud of himself.

“There it is, the great laughter of the great feeble scholar!” He taunted, enjoying the way Haitham’s body shook with vigour. Kaveh moved his fingers to the very center of his hollows and the howls of laughter increased tenfold. Until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Without another second of thought, Alhaitham’s arms had given up and him and his body was sent to the floor with an ungraceful thud, causing him to land on his tummy.

“Kaveh y-you’re such a fucking dick what was that- FOHOHOR! wHahahahAT AHARE yOHOohou doing?!” He cried. Without his knowledge, the elder had straddled the back of his thighs and continued going to town on his armpits and upper ribs. Alhaitham kicked his legs out from behind and pounded the ground in an attempt to get away.

“Isn’t it obvious, I’m tickling you. Gods, you really aren’t showing off your brains today, are you?” He knows it was mean, but Alhaitham deserved it after the cheek he gave Kaveh.

“BUHUHUT ihihihi l-lehehEHEHET GO! FUHUHUCK!” Alhaitham cried out, his desperation obvious.

“Yes and you were being a complete prick earlier, this is just punishment.” Kaveh lifted his hands up, scouting for a new place to venture. “Hmm, let’s see, I wonder what would happen if I just-“ He drilled his hands into Alhaitham’s lower back. The reaction was instant.

“NOHOHO NONONO DOHOHO- NAHAHAT THERE STAHAHA- K-KAVEH PLEHEHEASE!” Alhaitham reached his hands behind his back to try and grasp at Kaveh’s wrists, but it wasn’t enough. The feeling escalated when the architect pushed up his shirt, letting hands touch bare skin. He heard Kaveh let out a little gasp.

“Haitham, I never realised that you had back dimples, archons, that’s quite endearing.” He didn’t mean to let it slip, but he was hoping Haitham hadn’t been paying attention while he laughed his head off. Kaveh used his thumbs to vibrate into the dimples and Alhaitham arched his back, crying.

“K-KAVEH PLEHEHEHEASE NO MOHORE! I CAHAHAN’T IHIHIHIHI’M SOHORRY-” In all honesty, Kaveh was in awe. Between Alhaitham’s laugh, his flushed cheeks pressed against the ground and the begging, he honestly froze. Those few seconds of hesitation were enough for Alhaitham to gain his strength back and flip over on his back, grabbing Kaveh’s wrists and stopping the tickling himself. He lay there, panting, face crimson red, staring up at Kaveh. The blond looked back, wide eyed and lips parted. Alhaitham merely mustered up a weak scoff.

“What are you looking at, idiot?” And the best of silence that followed was deafening. Green eyes met red and Kaveh tried to quell the way his heart beat faster.

“Nothing, just glad you’re off the bar.”

#tickle fic #tickling #genshin tickle #lee!alhaitham #ler!kaveh

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autumnmobile12 · 11 months

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Alma and Yuu in their previous incarnations. Happy pride!

#d gray man #yu kanda #alma karma #yuulma #lgbtq+#alma karma female #previous incarnations #d gray man fanart #d gray man pride #pride month #lesbian pride #d gray man headcanon

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sagethegaywitch · 2 days

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Dimensions: Savanaclaw

Male reader

TW: twisted ankle, knocked unconscious, yandere behavior, memory erasing

Genre: yandere

The story will take place in the Pride Lands of Tanzania, the one from the original “The Lion King” that the Savanaclaw dorm is based on. As the overblot eats away at the characters, they start to resemble and act more like the Disney characters they are based on. The reader will be called Y/N and Simba, and they will be a lion hybrid.

f/d = favorite food

f/c = favorite color

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An uncomfortable heat prickles on your skin as a bright light burns your eyelids. You groan, but just turn over on your side, trying to shade yourself from the unforgiving sunlight.

You’re only startled awake when a hand shakes your shoulder and a voice says, “Get up.”

You open your eyes and bolt upright as you come face-to-face with an unfamiliar man. He has sunkissed skin and dark long hair with braided portions, but the most jarring fact is that he has lion ears on the top of his head. He’s wearing mostly black clothing with a fur neckline and a loose gray skirt with an orange scarf wrapped around his waist (Leona will be wearing his overblot outfit), but you’re also focused on the tail that swishes behind him in irritation and the orange glow of his left eye.

“Gosh, I thought you went ahead and got yourself killed,” he mutters with disdain and disinterest in his voice, but it doesn’t quite match the concern that flashed in his eyes for a second.

You look around to see that you’re at the bottom of a dusty gorge, but you can’t remember how you got there. You look up at the other male and he just looks at you expectantly, like he wants an explanation.

“I’m sorry, I-I don’t remember what happened,” you tell him as you continue to look around for anything familiar.

You look down at yourself, and you’re dressed in puffy brown pants with geometric orange details and a dark yellow smock that has red designs along the edges. You feel uncomfortable in them, like they’re not your usual wear, but you brush it off when the other male grabs your chin and makes you look into his eyes. He turns your head to each side before ruffling through your hair a bit, probably looking for a head injury of some kind.

“There's no lump or blood, but you don’t remember what happened?” he asks.

You shake your head and he nods before asking if you remember who he is. You scrounge your memory for anything involving the familiar male, but a pounding headache stops you from digging further. You shake your head and he lets out a low hum before nodding to himself and tells you his name is Leona.

“Well, Simba, we better get you back home,” he says before kneeling on the floor. “Get on my back, cub.”

You hesitantly approach him and climb onto his back, and he hoists you up before starting the trek up the gorge. He puts in little effort as he scales the edge, but you’re too concerned about why he called you that Simba. Somehow you know it’s not your name, but you just can't seem to recall what you used to be called. When he reaches the top of the gorge, you expect to be let down, but he continues to walk toward a large rock structure in the distance. As you near the rocks, you can see other animal hybrids, like lions and hyenas, wandering around, but they all pause and make way for Leona as he gets closer. You almost jump off Leona’s back when a loud voice exclaims loudly by your ear and you quickly turn your head to see a shorter male with hyena characteristics. You observe him as he laughs at your reaction, and you notice the brown shirt he wears, the black leather jacket, the dark pants, and a seemingly signature yellow scarf around his neck.

“Where were you, Simba?” the newcomer asks as he ruffles your hair. “Even Leona was worried.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, Ruggie,” Leona growls, walking a bit faster to get away from the hyena.

Ruggie laughs again, settling in a steady jog to keep up with Leona’s longer legs. Ruggie tries to make conversation with you, talking about a blue bird that he tried to hunt earlier to the different animals he saw at the water fountains today. Leona only starts to slow down a bit when he approaches a very lavish looking white clay mansion. There are hyena guards stationed at the entrance, but they take a quick glance at Leona and Ruggie before letting them inside. You're carried through the carpeted hallways of the building, and you get a better view of the town you're in as you pass the large glassless windows that line the exterior walls. You're brought to a moderately sized room, and Leona unceremoniously dumps you on the soft bed in the center of the room. The blankets are soft but somehow scratchy at the same time, and you almost go flying as Leona flops down next to you. He lays on his side and pulls your back to his chest before you feel something wet on your head.

"Ah! What are you doing?" you exclaim as you thrash in his hold and try to see what he's doing.

"Hold still, you're filthy," he mutters as he holds onto you tighter and continues grooming you.

You only then realize that he's licking you like a lion would a new born cub, but it's also when you realize he's not licking your head. You jolt upright, startling Leona and Ruggie, who quietly made himself comfortable in the corner of the room, as you grasp at your head. You feel fluffy ears in your hands and you yelp as they twitch when you poke them. You quickly grab at your tailbone, surprised to find a wagging tail that lazily swishes side-to-side.

"What's wrong with you?" Ruggie asks, his tone judgemental and teasing.

You don't really know what's wrong. These people seem to know you, but you can't remember them and you can't recall ever having lion parts attached to your body.

"I-I don't know. I don't remember anything," you stutter out truthfully.

"Did you hit your head?" Ruggie asks as he approaches the bed and grabs your head to check your scalp.

"I already checked, he's fine," Leona yawns before grabbing you back from Ruggie. "Let's take a nap, Simba. You don't need to worry about anything, you're with your pride, we'll take care of you."

His voice somehow calms your nerves as he cuddles behind you, holding onto you like a body pillow. You manage to slow your breathing and all the excitement from earlier causes you to feel sleepy as you close your eyes and quickly fall asleep.

You wake up to someone shaking you awake, and as you sleepily blink your eyes open, you smell some delicious food. You fully open your eyes to see Ruggie smiling down at you as he pulls his hand away from your shoulder.

"Good evening! I brought some food," Ruggie exclaims before gesturing to a trolley filled with plates covered with meat.

You're so distracted by the smell that you didn't notice a wolf hybrid wearing something similar to Ruggie standing beside the trolley until he moves and passes you a plate. You quietly thank him before looking down at the roasted pork neatly placed and decorated on the plate.

"Don't be afraid of him," Ruggie tells you, sensing your discomfort. "Jack may look scary, but he's harmless."

You nod and offer the much taller male a small smile before Leona's voice behind you causes you to turn your head.

"Oh, Jack, you're back," he comments offhandly, holding out his hand for his plate. "I thought you were talking more time off to spend at home."

"I did, but that was two weeks ago, my vacation ended already," Jack says bluntly as he hands Leona a plate before giving one to Ruggie and taking one for himself.

"Right. We'll, Jack this is Simba, Simba this is Jack, my bodyguard," Leona gestures as he digs into his meal.

Jack gives you an acknowledging nod before eating his dinner. You're about to use the knife to cut into the pork, but you're quickly stopped by Ruggie who says that children should not play with sharp objects.

"But I'm not a child," you object, but you're quickly shushed by Leona who also comments you're still too young to properly take care of yourself.

You find yourself watching Ruggie cut your food into bite sized chunks and he helps feed you by holding the fork up to your mouth. You grumpily take the food, not wanting to starve, but you're still not happy about the situation. After you've cleared your dinner, Leona asks Jack to take you out to get some fresh air. Unlike Leona, Jack lets you walk by yourself as he guides you out of the room and down a hallway to an open balcony. The wind breezes past your face as you soak in the night air. The sun was scorching hot earlier, so the dark sky feels cool against your skin. You gaze up at the clearly visible stars, something you know you were unable to do in your past, and enjoy trying to find or make constellations.

"The stars tell the tales of those who have passed one," Jack suddenly speaks, his harsh sounding voice startling you.

He looks at you for approval to continue as he points out a constellation that resembles fire, "That's Falena, Leona's older brother who was king before Leona was. He passed recently in a wildebeest stampede. The fire represents his red hair and his bold personality."

You gaze up at the formation again, watching as the stars twinkle and wink back at you. Jack points out a few more prominent constellations and gives you a brief history lesson before you shiver in the cold air, the smock doing nothing to keep you warm. Jack notices your shiver form and slowly edges towards you before wrapping you in his arms. He seemed unaffected by the cold probably because he lives here, but you two watch the stars some more, even catching a few shooting stars before your yawn interrupts the peace.

"Ready to go back to Leona?" he asks and you rub your eyes and nod your head.

You follow him as he guides you back to the room you were resting in earlier to find it empty. Jack reassures you Leona is probably out doing some kingly business and will be back soon. He offers you a good night before leaving you alone in the dimly lit room. You stumble over to the bed and flop onto it, almost falling asleep instantly.

In the morning, a random sunbeam from the window shines in your eyes, forcing you to wake up and try to reposition yourself, cuddling closer into your warm blankets. A chuckle causes you to lazily open your eyes and gaze up at the owner of the sound, and you quickly push Leona away, coming to the realization that he was the blanket you thought you were using to warm yourself.

“Sleep well?” Leona smirks, his tail swishing with amusement behind him.

You nod but look away in defiance as he offers you a rare smile, “Let’s go find Ruggie so we can get some lunch.”

“Lunch?” you ask, wondering why breakfast didn’t come before lunch.

“You slept through the morning. It’s like 12:45pm,” Leona says. “But it’s fine, we can do whatever we want.”

You seem hesitant as you get out of bed, worried that your oversleeping might have caused him to miss out on some important king stuff. You follow Leona through the door and you see Jack standing guard and holding the door open for you. You give him a thankful nod as he closes the door and trails behind you as Leona guides you down the hallway, somehow still yawning and looking tired. At the entrance of the mansion, Ruggie is sitting on the stairs, seemingly waiting for something.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had business this afternoon,” Leona comments, causing Ruggie to spin around and stand up.

“I took care of it this morning,” Ruggie shrugs as he leaps over to you. “Good afternoon, Simba, I bet you’re hungry.”

You want to shake your head, not wanting to be a burden, but your growling stomach betrays you, causing Ruggie’s smile to grow.

“Don’t worry, I got you covered. I’ll take you to the Farmer’s Market in town and I’ll buy you something to eat,” Ruggie offers, grabbing onto your hand and dragging you down the stairs.

“Just bring him home safely,” Leona tells Ruggie before pausing to think. “In fact, Jack, you go with them.”

“Will you be alright by yourself?” Jack asks Leona, but he only receives a shrug as Leona walks back into the building, another servant telling him he has a meeting of some sort.

Jack jogs to catch up with you and Ruggie, and settles into a steady pace a few steps behind you two. Ruggie rambles about some cool stalls he saw earlier that he wants to take you to after you’ve eaten as you walk past a few other hybrids wandering around town. Finally arriving at the Farmer’s Market, you can see stalls lined up in a large plaza, colorful signs and banners advertising their products, and people yelling and encouraging the customers to visit their stall for the best sales. You’re overwhelmed by multiple smells, all of them making your stomach grumble and drool starts to form in the corner of your mouth. Ruggie laughs at your face before letting you look around the market to see what catches your eye. Eventually, you find a stall that sells f/f, and you linger in front of it as Ruggie and Jack come back with their own food.

“Want some?” Ruggie asks as he reaches into his pocket for his wallet.

“It’s okay, it’s too expensive. I’d feel bad making you pay for it,” you let him know as you try to leave the stall and find a cheaper alternative.

“Who said it’s my money?” Ruggie snickers as he goes up to the booth and orders your food.

You look at Jack for answers and he sighs before responding, “It’s Leona’s wallet. You shouldn’t feel too bad, Leona’s the king, he has plenty of money.”

You still feel a bit guilty and Ruggie skips back with your food and hands it over to you. You all move towards a nearby wooden table to eat your food, and you quietly look around the market, soaking in the experience. The noisy environment and the good food reminds you of something else, like a noisy cafeteria or school, but you just can’t seem to pinpoint it. You all finish your food, and Jack walks off to buy some dessert, returning with some cookies that he lets you munch on as Ruggie shows you around the merchandise stalls. From clothing, herbs, bags, jewelry, and more, Ruggie makes constant comments about how certain things would look great on you. Finally, while you’re distracted with holding a gray shawl up to Jack, saying it would suit him, Ruggie sneaks behind your back with a gift in hand.

“You shouldn’t have,” you exclaim.

“Don’t fuss, it’s my treat. Consider it a welcome back present,” Ruggie objects as he passes you a drawstring bag.

You take the bag and gingerly pull apart the strings to reveal a beaded necklace with a f/c gem dangling from the center.

“Oh my gosh! It’s gorgeous,” you tell him as Jack helps you put it on.

“I knew you’d look great in it,” Ruggie smiles.

As you admire the necklace for a bit longer in the setting sun, Jack makes a comment that you all should return home soon. You skip along, in a much better mood and definitely more comfortable with your friends, and you can’t help but to be excited to rediscover this land. Returning to the mansion, you let the others know that you’re still full from lunch so you won’t be joining them for dinner. Ruggie nods and runs off to find Leona while Jack offers to walk you back to your room. You two enjoy a comfortable silence as you walk, and he offers you a head pat and wishes you a good night as you enter the room and close the door behind you. You feel safe knowing he’s standing watch outside, and you quickly zone out and fall asleep on the soft bed under the warm covers.

You're startled awake in the middle of the night by an odd scratching noise. You sit up in the bed, noting that Leona has returned, and you sort of miss the warm presence of Leona’s body. You scan the room, seeing nothing out of place but suddenly, a chair gets pushed forward. You let out a yelp as you notice glowing blue eyes staring at you from under the moving chair.

“Human, is that you?” the eyes ask.

“Wh-What are you?” you question, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It is you!” the eyes exclaim as they get out from under the chair and under a beam of moonlight.

You can see clearly now that the eyes actually belong to a weird gray cat thing that has fiery blue ears. It’s not a human-animal hybrid, but it walks on two legs as it hops onto your bed and approaches you.

“What happened to you? DId they do this to you?” Grim asks as he pokes at your stiff tail and alert lion ears.

“No, I’ve always been like this,” you respond, more confused as the cat continues to talk. “Who are you?”

“Who am I?! You’ve forgotten about the Great Grim!” the cat bursts out, but he quickly notices his volume and switches to an angry whisper. “What is going on with you Y/N?”

Y/N. The voice rings a bell in your head and you’re suddenly thinking clearer than ever. Your name is not SImba, it’s Y/N. You’re also not a lion hybrid, you’re a magicless human that goes to Night Raven College. You fell into the Savanaclaw dorm when the mirrors shattered during a school-wide overblot event.

“Grim…I remember you,” you start slowly, taking time to process this new information. “I’m Y/N, and we need to get out of here.”

“Exactly, glad we’re on the same page. They’ve been tracking me down all day,” Grim shivers at the idea, but he’s happy he’s finally gotten you back.

“We can’t go out the door, Jack’s outside,” you murmur, rubbing your chin as you try to think of another way out.

“I came through the window. This room is on the second floor, but you can walk across the first floor roof and jump down,” Grim informs you, gesturing to the open window.

You walk over and take a peak, seeing the roof right under your window sill. You throw both legs over the edge, sitting on the window sill when an abrupt knock alerts the both of you to the door of your room.

“Simba, are you okay in there? I hear yelling,” Jack’s voice asks as the doorknob starts to turn.

“Go!” Grim urges as he frantically pushes you over the edge and you let out a scream as you slide down.

You barely manage to grab onto the edge of the roof as you almost slide off. There is an uncomfortable stretch in your arm as you support your and Grim’s weight. As you let go to land safely on the nearby ground, you make eye contact with Ruggie who has paused in the conveniently placed first floor window right in front of you.

“Simba?” he says in disbelief his eyes wide as he watches you fall.

You land roughly on the floor, feeling a sudden pain in your ankle causing you to cry out.

“Get up, we have to run!” Grim declares he helps you stand up.

You can only take one step before collapsing, the pain in your ankle is too great. Grim notices the issue and grabs a nearby stick, instructing you to use it as a crutch. You know you have to leave, so you push through the pain, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes as you try to get as far away from the mansion as possible. Unluckily for you, Ruggie was able to alert Jack of what was happening, and you’re suddenly tackled to the floor again.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” Jack growls in your ear, as he holds you and Grim down by the back of your neck.

Your face presses roughly into the dry and sandy ground as you hear Ruggie’s frantic voice and angry footsteps come closer.

“Thank the Sevens you’re okay,” Ruggie pants as he crouches down to your levels and inspects you for any major injuries. “Though, we’ll have to take care of that ankle, it’s swelling already.”

“On the other hand, I’m very disappointed in you,” Leona’s voice says as he crouches down next to Ruggie. “We gave you all you could ever ask for, and this is how you repay us?”

“Just let us go, Leona, we need to fight off the overblot and report to Crowley,” you desperately plead, but Leona shakes his head and reaches for the stick you were using to walk.

“I don’t think so,” he tells you, menacingly hitting the stick into the palm of his hand. “You’re meant to be Simba, my Simba.”

Those are the last things you hear before the stick comes crashing down on your head, rendering you unconscious.

A constant pounding on the back of your head awakens you from a deep slumber, and you groan as you toss and turn in the plush bed. You open your eyes, momentarily blinded by the bright light that shines through the window. You try to lift yourself out of bed, but the pain in your head has you crying out and falling back down. Your noise of discomfort must have alerted the people waiting outside because the door opens and reveals three hybrids.

“How are you feeling?” the wolf hybrid asks, standing at the foot of your bed.

“My head hurts real bad, Jack,” you tell him truthfully, the name flowing off your tongue with ease.

“Well that’s what happens when you take a nasty tumble down a gorge,” the hyena scolds the lie flowing easily as he lifts up the blanket at your feet and shows you your bandaged ankle. “Plus a pretty nasty twisted ankle.”

“But you’re back home now, you’re safe here,” the lion speaks, sitting down next to your head. “Don’t worry, we will take good care of you from now on.”

Leona leans down and swipes the stray hairs out of your face before kissing your forehead, “We’ll protect you and keep you safe from all the dangers of the world.”

“Welcome to the pride, Simba.”

#male reader #yandere #twisted wonderland #savanaclaw #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #Dimensions

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simizzy-writes · 2 years

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there, at the edge of the world, he stood

𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝔂

Pairing: Trafalgar D. Water Law x Reader Warnings: fluff. little tiny bit of angst. Sequel to 'the silence of waiting'. dedicated to endursent 💕

There, at the edge of the world, he stood. Out there on the horizon, he stared and wondered.

The setting sun cast the sky ablaze into gold and rubies, but Law was not tempted by those riches. The sea below glittered, shimmering and shivering, beckoning to taste of its diamonds. Still, he was not tempted.

No, his mind stayed adrift, too unfocused for temptation. Images upon images played in his mind like acts to a play where he was the audience. Pearlescent buildings, trees and earth - once white, now red and ashen. A mountain of corpses, eyes forever wide with fear. In his youth, he had once felt guilty for using them to make his escape. But now, as a grown man, the only guilt he felt was not being able to go backwards in time and save them. Foolish, impossible - both were true, and yet he couldn’t help it. The world wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair, but they still deserved to be in it. And as the sun dipped lower and lower behind the horizon, he wondered how gray his father’s hair would have been by now. Would his mother still be as elegant as he remembered her? And Lami…how many festivals would she have begged him to go with her? Would she still read their favorite comics together, or would she have outgrown that and teased him for liking Sora, Warrior of the Sea still?

His thoughts continued. Deeper and deeper down into the depths of his mind they went. In that chasm, Law found another image. A smile too big, too good, for this world.

“Cora-san.”

Sometimes he could still smell Corazon’s cigarettes. He wondered if he would chastise him for smoking, reminding the fool that they’re bad for his health. Corazon would have just smiled, he thought, and told him that he turned out to be a good doctor. He would have looked at Law with such pride. Undeserving of it, Law dismissed. But the thought of hearing Corazon again, telling him how proud he was of him, made Law’s heart rise in his throat. What a fool Corazon was to love such a wretch like him.

Oh, how he missed him.

And there, as the flood came to his eyes, he felt it. Warm, delicate, and more comforting than he could ever hope for. Was it peace? Love? He didn’t know for sure, but it was there. Rising within him, filling his lungs, blossoming into something beautiful. The stage play changed now, showing scenes from more fruitful parts of his life. The joyous ones, and like constellations they fell to him like tender pearls. He counted them, one after another, and he found himself smiling. Cora-san would have been happy, he thought, to see him smile - to know that yes, Law had been living free.

There, at the edge of the world, he stood.

—///—

“Law.”

It sounded soft, so soft that he wasn’t quite sure that he even heard his name being called. Gently, he was coaxed from his dream. But in defiance, he kept his eyes closed, pressing the memory of such a dream upon his mind as best that he could. That gold horizon drifted away, and Law slowly, reluctantly, thanked it for its stay.

God, his back ached. In his post-dream fog, he made a mental note to consider replacing these hospital chairs with something better. With one hand, he rubbed at his temple. The other, still to his comfort, was holding on to yours. He squeezed it gently, and he nuzzled his head against your arm. Law was prepared to fall back asleep just like that, when again he heard it -

“Law.”

Still soft, but followed by a gentle grip of the hand.

Gray eyes snapped open, alert and eager. He lifted his head, and deep in his heart, Law felt that warmth from his dream. There, as he looked upon your sweet face, he understood that it wasn’t just peace or love - but both.

“[Name]-ya.”

—///—

Days passed, and your recovery was just about complete. You were thankful for many reasons, first and foremost being that you were still alive and able to recover. The second was that the Heart Pirates - especially your captain - were becoming less and less mother hen-like. You adored them all for their care and compassion, and were truly sorry to have caused them such grief. But you were eager to be doted on less, to say the least. You would have missed having so many bouquets of your favorite flowers, though, but Law promised to buy you as many as you wished for.

“Starting tomorrow, you won’t need these bandages anymore.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

A gentle nip of your ear, a sweet laugh from your lips.

Law wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back against his chest. He leaned further back against the headboard of his bed, wiggling himself and you down into the blankets a bit more. He held you, cradled you. God, he was so in love with you. Lowering his head as if bowing to your splendor - and perhaps he was - he pressed soft kisses to your neck. One here, another there. He breathed in the scent of your skin, and he knew that he was home.

That evening, days ago when you were still asleep, he had whispered a promise to you. To tell you so many things, and he had kept his word. Part of it, at least. To him, he found it boyish how quickly he told you that he loved you. In private, Law chastised himself for only telling you after faced with the possibility of losing you. Fear was a good motivator, he supposed. But still, he poured out his heart to you like water from a fountain. Like clear water over polished stones, he washed over you with every loving thought, every passionate feeling.

You had told him that you loved him, too, of course. You even teased him and asked him what took him so long to say it. Playfully, he told you to not ruin the moment. But, oh, did you make him happy. From each hair on his head to the tips of his toes, Law loved you. Every part of him filled with joy, and he counted himself lucky to have you by his side. He would have been without a side had it not been for Cora-san - he knew this. Corazon, who had long since been gone from this earth, still blessed Law with his love. If Law was a man who prayed, he would have given thanks to Cora-san, and prayed for his everlasting peace. And perhaps that he trips a little less.

Long had his kissing since stopped, and he had become still. His breathing was deep and measured. Curious, you gently nudged him.

“Law,” you called. “Are you asleep?”

The greatest chime of all was the way you said his name. Every melody in the world belonged to you, of this he was sure.

“No,” he replied. “Only thinking.”

“And what is the great doctor thinking of?” you asked.

Stirring, taking another deep breath of your savor, Law answered.

“About a promise I made. [Name]-ya, I want to tell you about someone. His name was Corazon. I think that you would have liked him.”

#trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #endursent #sequel #trafalgar law imagine

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sarahjswift · 11 months

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This is the first Chapter of my new fanfiction, It was Hot And It Was Summer And - or IWHAIWSA. This chapter is called Oh, Gods. It is a Rowaelin single parent AU, which I have really enjoyed as of late. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Oh Gods it’s hot,” Aelin complained, panting as she slowed to a stop.

“C’mon mom!” Eve cried, pulling on her mother’s hand. At the age of six, the little girl was a bundle of energy and had no problem climbing the large, rocky in front of them in 100 degree weather.

“Sweetie, don’t you want to go swim in the ocean?” Aelin tried not to show the pleading tone of her voice and she secretly crossed her fingers behind her back. No matter what she had paid for this trip, there was no way she was going to cross this mountain, her daughter agreeing or not. By the time they’d finish, it would be dark out. But it would be sure as hell a lot easier if Eve decided she would comply.

Eve considered, her small tan face scrunching in completement. She looked up at her mother with her blue-gold eyes - the only thing she had in common with Aelin, as she took after her dad - and nodded eagerly, beaming.

“Thank you, sweetie. Mom will buy you a popsicle.” Eve cheered and ran down the dirt road they’d trekked through to reach the mountain, disappearing behind the trees.

“Wait for Mom!” Aelin called, and forced herself into a jog. She cursed as pants immediately wracked her body, trying miserably to keep pace with her small kid. If I was seven years younger, I would be able to do this, she thought sourly. It wasn’t like she was old - only twenty-eight, as Eve had been an unplanned baby. But although her face and body were young and beautiful - and they are, she thought with smug pride - her insides had decided years of physical training didn’t matter if you had a baby and took a break.

Aelin slowed as she heard her daughter’s footsteps slow. The sound of Eve’s laughter sounded through the path and she couldn’t help the smile that broke across her face. No matter if Eve was a surprise - she was the best gift in Aelin’s life.

Aelin rounded the corner and let out a semi-exasperated sigh. Eve was squealing as she played a schoolyard game with two small children. They were completely different in appearance and yet - there was something similar about them. One of the children, a young boy, had light brown skin and dark gray hair. His huge eyes were a deep brown and framed with big lashes anyone would be envious of. The other child was full of energy while her companion was shy - she had light skin and long black hair that reached the middle of her back. She had green eyes that gave a startling appearance to her young face.

The three children looked up at Aelin as she neared them. “Mommy!” Eve flung her arms out to her mother and turned to her companions. “This is my mom.”

“Hi!” the girl giggled. “I’m Lilly an’ this is my little brother Henri.” Henri gave Aelin a small smile and a wave, and Lilly flung her arms around her brother.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Aelin smiled down at the adorable pair. She looked around the path and found no sign of an adult present. “Where is your parent?”

“Our dad was behind us but he couldn’t keep up,” Lilly stated matter-of-factly. Aelin laughed - it seemed like the father of these two was very similar to her.

As if on cue, the sound of panting and footsteps reached their ears and the group turned to see a man jogging through the trees toward them.

Oh, Gods.

Of course this man was the hottest being Aelin had ever seen. His bronze skin shone in the sun and his swim trunks and gray tank top didn’t do much to hide his muscular arms and legs. As he neared the group, Aelin could see he had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. They were a stunning shade of green, and they swept over her as he finally slowed to a halt.

“Hello,” he said, giving them a small smile. His voice had a small lilt to the end, some accent Aelin couldn't place. He’s probably from Sexytown. I’ve heard that’s a nice little place.

The man looked down at his children disapprovingly. “I told you guys not to run away from me.” Lilly grinned up at him and Henri hugged his father’s leg.

Chuckling, the man looked back up at Aelin and his eyes widened slightly and only for a second, as if only seeing her just then. He stuck out a hand that Aelin shook - it was warm and strong. That’s just his hand. What about his- Aelin shoved away the thoughts forming in her mind.

“I’m Rowan.” Rowan. The name rang through her and she struggled to remember her own.

“I’m Aelin. It looks like your kiddos have met my daughter, Eve.” The words came easier than she thought, and she remembered to smile down at Eve and ruffle her brown hair.

“Yep, seems like they’re already close friends.” Rowan looked down at the children, who were now playing a game of tag, his face soft. A not-so-small part of Aelin wanted him to look at her that way. All the time.

“We might be spending some more time together,” Aelin laughed. Rowan gave a slight smile, and his eyes looked over her again. His eyes seemed to see all the way through her, and she felt utterly exposed under his gaze. She drew in a shaky breath as his eyes finally met hers again, the air between them electric.

Aelin didn’t know how long they stood there, staring at each other in some kind of sexy adult staring contest, before Eve broke the silence by tugging on her mother’s arm and pleading, “Can Lilly and Henri go with us to the ocean? Puh-lease?”

Aelin cleared her throat and tried to calm her racing heart. “Uhm, well, it’s up to Ro-Mr. Rowan, here.”

She could have sworn Rowan’s eyes darkened at her calling him that before his face went blank. “Of course,” he said smoothly. “Henri, do you want to go?”

The small, shy boy nodded eagerly, looking up adoringly at his father. “Well, they both have their swimsuits on, so we could just walk there together,” Rowan continued.

“Sounds like a plan.”

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Oh, Gods.

Twenty minutes later, Aelin was sitting on a towel making a sandcastle with her daughter and she was doused in sweat.

It wasn’t fair - why, when she had just wanted a chill vacation, did there have to be a man-god living at the resort at the same exact time? She tried to not look at him, because every time she did her eyes couldn’t help darting to his insanely ripped upper torso. Especially as it was now gleaming with seawater from his quick lap around the beach. He was sitting on a towel next to her, quietly watching his children as Lilly and Henri hauled water up from the beach to aid Eve’s sandcastle construction.

“Mommy, you look really hot,” Eve observed, looking up at her mother from the brim of her massive yellow sun hat - that a certain dad had decided was perfectly suit for a six year old - and frowned.

“Aw, thank you, sweetie,” Aelin smiled down at her daughter. Eve could be so sweet sometimes, giving her these random compliments-

“No, I mean that you look like you’re overheating,” Eve clarified, her frown growing deeper. “I learned about it in class and you have all the - the uh, the seemptoms.” She began to list off the symptoms on her fingers. “You’re flushed, sweaty, your eyes look far away, you keep looking sideways-”

“Okay,” Aelin nearly shouted. She felt like her face was on fire and she risked a glance toward Rowan - who was shaking with silent laughter, his eyes dancing. “Oh my Gods, Eve,” she moaned, mortified.

“You should go into the water,” Lilly chimed in. “It will cool you down.”

“Yeah!” Eve agreed, giving her new friend a beam. “Go on Mommy! I don’t need your help with the sandcastle anymore, I promise.”

“Well, I still have to watch you, honey,” Aelin reminded her daughter, gulping down some water in the desperate hope that her daughter would just leave it alone.

“I can watch them,” Rowan suggested. He had moved closer to their towel and was looking at Aelin mischievously, his lips pulled into a mocking smile.

Aelin closed her eyes and sighed through her nose for a brief instant before making up her mind. It was her vacation too, dammit. “Oh, alright,” she gave in. Eve and Lilly squealed. “For thirty minutes. Rowan, make sure they stay out of trouble.”

Rowan gave her a salute and she rolled her eyes, smiling. She pulled off her sundress in one motion, revealing her swimsuit - she’d bought it on sale at Target, but it looked designer - and walked down the broiling sand to the water. She might have strutted a little. Maybe.

She glanced behind one single time - to find Rowan’s gaze trained on her, eyes drinking all of her in.

↜↝

Oh, Gods.

Rowan clenched his jaw as he watched that damned woman saunter down to the beach, her hips swaying with every step. She had driven him crazy before, but in that damn red bikini? He was dead.

“Dad, can you go get us some water?” Lilly asked him, interrupting his reverie. He glanced over to his children, who were now making a “sandtown” with Eve.

“Weren’t you guys just doing that?” Rowan raised an eyebrow. He felt his gaze dart over to Aelin again, who was stepping into the water. The setting sun reflected off the ocean, painting her tan skin into a beautiful golden.

“Yeah, but now we are doing something else!” Lilly cried, already getting upset. Henri looked up at Rowan pleadingly, widening his eyes. Rowan heaved a sigh and stood up, grabbing the bucket.

It only occurred to him halfway down the beach that now he would be nearly next to Aelin, who had specifically told him to watch the kids. He cursed and made to turn, but found three pairs of eyes pinned on him menacingly.

He reached the waves and edged in slowly, the icy bite lapping against his heels. Aelin, who was waist deep in the water, turned to him. He was struck again by her brilliant beauty. Her adorable button nose, her perfect symmetrical face, and most of all her exquisite eyes. He’d never seen anything like it - they were the most beautiful shade of blue, pure like the Hawaiian water they were standing in. But the part that made them special was the ring of gold around her pupils - gold like flames.

“I thought you were watching the kids,” Aelin said, raising an eyebrow. Her lips curved into a smile. Rowan wanted to kiss it.

He gestured to the bucket in his hand and abruptly bent down to fill it with the water rushing into it. He felt Aelin’s eyes on him as he stood up. “Uhm. They wanted water,” he said dumbly.

Aelin laughed, a beautiful, joyful sound. “I bet they did. You okay, Rowan?”

At the sound of his name on her lips he wanted to hug her tightly to him and his body even moved an inch closer before he clenched his fists to his sides. Aelin tracked every movement and shrugged, backing further into the water. He watched, jaw clenched, as she tipped her head back and ran her fingers through her hair, giving him a full view of her jaw and beautiful neck and collarbone. The dusky sky behind her made her look like an angel.

“They’ll be wanting this,” Rowan said weakly, and forced himself to turn and walk back up the white sand to their spot. Every single part of him wanted to stay and ravish her in the water - but that was nowhere near appropriate. He was a father and she was a mother and their kids were literally feet away from them, playing. His behavior was unacceptable - and Lyria would think so too, he grumbled mentally.

“I got the water,” he announced as he reached the towels, holding the bucket high over his head in triumph. He was imitating the motion from the Lion King, Henri’s favorite movie, and the action wasn’t missed by his son, whose eyes sparkled with delight. The children let out a cheer and Rowan squatted to help them build the sandtown.

Rowan was pretty sure he was completely sunburned but he would rather be fried to a crisp than never see Aelin in that bikini again.

After exchanging numbers - for the kids, he told himself - the two families had parted ways. Thankfully Henri and Lilly were exhausted after a very exciting afternoon and they retired to their large hotel room.

Buying a vacation at a luxury resort in Hawaii hadn’t been cheap - in fact, it had taken years to save up for this - but Rowan thanked the gods he’d booked it. He, and the kids, had needed this break after all the drama of the past two years.

After a dinner of PB&Js and Sofia the First, the kids went down to sleep fairly easily and Rowan slumped on the couch and turned on a random show. He didn’t follow the show, a mediocre sitcom, but he was comforted by the mindless dialogue. Suddenly, his phone dinged. Picking it up, he saw the ID and jolted upward.

Aelin: Hey, this is Aelin

Rowan: Hello, I’m Rowan

Aelin: I know

Aelin: 😆

Rowan cursed. He sounded like an idiot.

Aelin: Eve has been talking about Lilly + Henri since we left so I had to text

Rowan: Haha yep pretty much the same here

Rowan: What hotel are you staying in? Maybe we can meet up sometime tomorrow

Aelin: I’m staying at the Oceanside View Hotel

Rowan: Oh that’s ours as well!

Aelin: No way! I’m room 4A

Rowan froze. There was absolutely no way, no way in hell.

Rowan: Seriously?

Aelin: haha, yup!

Rowan: ..we’re in room 4B

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Hello curious! Could I request a Giran A-Z? I really loved your thoughts on the other characters so far! 💕

~From a starving Giran lover

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Post sex cigarettes are mandatory, even if he was smoking during. He’s the type of person to toss a wet rag to them so they can clean up, and he might even let them take a shower first (he thinks he’s a real gentleman doing that move). He’s not too keen on being overly affectionate at all, maybe some words of affirmation and praise but nothing physically (unless it’s patting them on the head).

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself: The easy answer is his dick, the most obvious one too. Otherwise, he’d offer his forearms. A really beautiful woman had complimented them when he rolled up his sleeves and he took pride in them ever since.

On his partner: Thighs, he loves them. Especially with thigh highs and stockings. Kagero is also a sucker for lips; the little thumb biting and pouts. He eats up the lip pop art paintings too.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When he’s finished he’ll paint their body like he’s writing his signature. He’ll mark his cum anywhere: stomach, ass, chest, legs, face. It doesn’t matter, but he does have a preference for their face.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has an SD card filled with filmed porn (some he is in and some he’s not). It also has a shit ton of lost/banned porn and doujinshi collections. He has a great supplier. No he won’t ever share it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kagero is very experienced when it comes to pleasing a partner, definitely running with a body count in the double digits. He’s not afraid of commitment at all, it’s just easier in his line of work to do things casually. He’s a lot to handle when it comes to first impressions but if his potential partner gives him a chance, then he’ll be sure to give them a good time.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Any position where he can look at his partner (especially if they have decent tits). He prefers them bouncing on his lap, doing most of the work while giving him a great view.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He might give a good laugh every once in a while, he doesn’t mind it. His mood can swing whichever way his partner’s mood does. He’s pretty flexible like that.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Thick gray happy trail that can easily be seen if he leans back too far when he stretches. He might give himself a little trim if he thinks it’s been awhile, but only if he anticipates sex later than day.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

If they’re classy (or if he is feeling nice) he might smooth things over with a nice dinner first. His expectations and opinion of them are going to dictate how much money he’s willing to spend, so for their sake they better hope he thinks highly of them. Everything is transactional afterall. As for in the moment, he’s not going to be lighting any candles but he does have a playlist specifically to fuck someone to. No, they're not allowed to criticize his tastes.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’ll do it around five to eight times a week. He has accounts on porn sites, with specific favorites depending on his mood. He prefers videos over pictures, he’s a simple man after all.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Pouty Bratty Subs

Cosplay/Dress Up

Leashes

Anal Sex

Fisting

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Kagero is pretty open. As long as there is some privacy, he’s willing to do just about anywhere. Anywhere that has a chair, couch, bed, ect. The location is more likely going to fit the costume that his partner is wearing, you know to get the setting right.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Any person that comes up to him acting boldly. If they’re blunt and honest about their intentions, he’ll quickly and eagerly indulge them. Kagero is easily put, just a simple man. A lot turns him on. A woman's breasts being visible, someone bending over in just the right way, pouting lips, placing a hand on his leg, whispering in his ear. It doesn’t take much for him to get hard.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Strap-ons/anal (receiving). He loves anal, but he’s not too keen on being the one on the receiving end.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He obviously has a preference in receiving and he’s quite a talker during it too. He has no problem giving, in exchange of the favor returned of course. Average skill, nothing too fancy but he’s not too bad. He prefers doing other things instead.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fond of fast and sensual. His method of “taking his time” is alternating between the two, since he doesn’t like going slow.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It’s a personal favorite, it allows him to get right back to business. Kagero can squeeze them right into his schedule and still have plenty of energy to do more later. Who doesn’t love a quick mind clearing orgasm on a smoke break?

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Open to trying some new things, if his partner puts up a decent argument and it’s not something he deems outlandish. As for risks? He’s willing to let there be some risks, like getting caught or even catching something. But something like knocking someone up? Oh no, they better be taking birth control because he likes fucking raw.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He averages around half an hour (if it’s not a quickie of course), sometimes longer depending on the circumstances. He can usually come twice, rather quickly back to back.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns a closet dedicated to various costume pieces, kink gear, and toys. He’ll pick up new pieces sometimes with new partners. Also a small trunk with various things like leashes, collars, vibrators, dildos, ect in it. He will exclusively have them used on his partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves when his partner is a brat, giving him an attitude and trying to test him. It’s adorable. He’ll have them begging soon enough.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s a grunter; that and some heavy dialogue is all you’d get out of him. He will encourage his partner to be loud though. He doesn’t want anyone to see him having sex but everyone is welcome to hear them.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Kagero is 100% done to use sex as a way to clear certain fees, get rid of some debt, or give a discount on a price he’s given. He loves money and prefers it but he’s willing to at least compensate them something in exchange.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Around five inches, and he’s very insistent on his partner knowing that he’s a grower. It’s pretty thick and girthy though with a prominent vein on the bottom.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Some would say near constant. He’s thinking of sex multiple times a day. It doesn’t take much for him to get going and he’s always ready for a ride.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on what he was doing. If it was a good proper session, he might actually pass out mid cigarette.

#giran x reader #kagero okuta x reader #curious little valentine #giran #kagero okuta #bnha smut #this took so long #I hope y'all enjoy <3

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