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moonlight1110 · 3 months

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He knows he's better (Part 1)

Ghost x Reader

You come home late from a date with an old friend of yours, a date which you've mentioned to Simon... Your roommate who secretly has feelings for you.

Tags: afab!reader, suggestive, far from canon simon, tension tension tension!, he's just better tbh, not proofread rawr

Notes: this man has me in a chokehold. thats all + give me reqs if yall have any for simon or for anyone too! <3

Part 2 now up to read!! <3

"You're home late" His gruff voice was the first thing to greet you as you entered your shared apartment with your roommate, Simon. His big, burly figure was the next to greet you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes glaring down at you.

You could feel his eyes trailing down every part of your body, he didn't show it of course, but the way your little black dress hugged your curves perfectly, and the way your hair looked just a little messy was enough to send his mind spiraling with thoughts of you... and how much better he'd be able to treat you than any shitty date.

"Sorry, I had trouble getting a cab..." you groaned as you walked past him, stopping just a few steps away to take your shoes off. Simon felt his breath hitch in his throat when you bent down ever so slightly to catch your ankle while you undid the straps of your heels.

Stupid fuckin' date didn't even take her home... Didn't even make sure she was safe...

He scoffed, pushing himself off the wall and walking over to you. Big hands encasing yours, the sudden contact making you look back at Simon. His expression was still that of a stoic one as he looked into your eyes. "So... How'd the date go?" He asked, taking over your hands as he undid the straps of your heels himself.

It was an unexpected gesture, one that certainly made your cheeks burn red. The room was dark at least, that much you could be thankful for so he wouldn't be able to see how hot your face had gotten. "It was fine... I guess..." You mumbled, blinking as you felt your heart quicken when Simon's hands trailed down your calf, raising your other leg to undo the strap on that heel.

"Fine? S' not usually a good word to describe a good first date, love" He chuckled as he finished taking both your heels off, setting them down by the shoe rack you shared. Your breath hitched deep in your throat when you felt his breath just barely hitting your neck. He was close, so close that you could almost feel the heat from his body radiating and warming yours.

"I mean, it wasn't that bad... But it wasn't good either" you sighed, turning around to face him. He cocked a brow as he looked down at you, a dirty smirk plastered on those lips of his. "That's it? C'mon, y' talked my ear off this whole week 'bout this date and what? It's just fine?" He scoffed, eyes glancing down to your lips, then to your body.

You looked away, a little embarrassed at the fact that Simon was right. You were looking forward to this date in hopes that it would actually be good but you couldn't even say that.

Simon chuckled lowly at your silence, walking past you to sit down on the couch with a loud sigh. You turned to look at his amused expression, brown eyes looking you up and down slowly, "Go on then, tell me about this date" he grinned. You rolled your eyes, walking to the couch and plopping down beside him.

His eyes lit up momentarily, seeing the way your dress hiked up just a bit to reveal more of your thighs. He had to keep it together, couldn't let you know how badly you made him want to take you right then and there. "Honestly? It was a shitty date," you groaned, annoyed. Simon on the other hand had his ears perking up, ready to listen.

"He was almost an hour late, and when he finally arrived he didn't even apologize or give me a reason why" You explained, not caring that it was going to lead to a rant. You were about to continue your explanation when you felt Simon's hand softly make it's way to your thigh.

"Simon... what-"

"Keep talking, I wanna know more..."

You gulped, stuttering. "H-he didn't give me an explanation... So I tried asking him about it but..." Your voice was getting quieter as he caressed your thigh slowly, looking into your eyes intently. "But?" He was teasing you at this point, had to be.

"He just brushed me off..." You continued, watching the way Simon's large hand laid on top of your thigh. "Brushed you off?" He scoffed, you nod, trying to come up with another sentence to add. "It was kinda okay after that... we talked, caught up, but he was just talking about himself really..." You trailed off, eyes still focused on the way Simon's veins looked under the moonlight which was the only source of light in the room coming from the window.

"Really now?" He asked, amused. You looked up to meet his eyes, his pupils were dilated and his lips in small grin as he looked back at you. He laughed lowly, noticing how silent you got. Slowly, he retracted his hand from your thigh, making you furrow your brow.

"Come here" He whispered, his hand which was once on your thigh, was now on his, patting it invitingly. You blinked, looking at him confused and a little shocked. He scoffed, reaching his hand out for you to take. You didn't really know what to do in that moment, but you took his hand, earning a low chuckle as a sly grin as he gently led you to straddle him.

"Now, tell me more"

Simon's hands found themselves at your thighs, trailing over your skin slowly as he waited for you to continue talking.

Your breathing was heavy, and from the way he was touching you, it was like your memory of the date you had just an hour ago was getting clouded by thoughts of Simon.

"He... told me he forgot his wallet..." You breathed, not even focusing on your shitty date experience now. Simon looked into your eyes with furrowed brows, his lips in a thin line. He looked annoyed.

"And you had to pay for him?" His voice was laced with anger and annoyance. You nod, making Simon click his tongue as he looked away, thinking of ways he would've broken your stupid date in two for the way he treated such a perfect woman.

"What a prick," He groaned, his hands now travelling higher, one trailing further up your thigh, and the other pressing on the small of your back softly, bringing you closer to him. "You need a man who would treat you so much better," He continued, looking into your eyes with a frown, then to your lips, and back to your eyes again.

"Treat you the way you deserve" He whispered lowly. The hand which was on your back now resting on your waist, squeezing your flesh through the fabric of your dress. "Those boys wouldn't know how to handle a woman like you... treat you the way you need to be treated...".

The air between you was hot, almost suffocating from the way Simon was holding you so closely to him, the way he meant every single one of his words. He knew he was better, better than any one of the boys you went on cute little tea parties with. No, he was much, much better. He knew it, and now you knew it too.

"Just say the word, love... And I'm all yours" He whispered, taking your chin between his index and thumb, gently coaxing your face closer to his. You felt his hot breath on your lips as your eyes never left his, now half-lidded.

"I'd be so much better... So much better" He whispered, his eyes lingering on your lips. So soft, so kissable... He needed you so bad, and in this moment he wanted nothing more than to tell you that, tell you how bad he has wanted and wished to be your man for so long.

"Simon..." You whispered, your arms now moving to wrap around his neck. He hummed, silently asking you to continue.

"I don't wanna go on another shitty date..." you inched closer, your lips brushing just a bit, but not enough.

"And you'll never go on another one, not when I'm your man, lovie"

#simon riley imagine #modern warfare #tf 141 x reader #ghost fanfiction #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #ghost #ghost cod #ghost headcanons #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader

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maniculum · 3 months

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Bestiaryposting Results: Kengliwa

So, as it seems everyone made note of, this week's creature was exceptionally easy to guess. (To the point that a couple people did actually go ahead and name it, which I can't be that annoyed about because I don't think anyone missed this one.) I actually thought about not including it -- I cut a few that were particularly obvious like this one, but this entry was just so beautifully written that I didn't want to not post it. Maybe I should have done a separate post like with the dogs... live and learn, I suppose.

Anyway, previous entries and results can be found here: https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting. And the entry everybody is working from is at the link below:

Art below the cut in rough chronological order, as per usual.

@sweetlyfez (link to post here) decided to go a bit Beatrix Potter, and produced some frankly adorable shrew-like critters. (And her own alt-text, thank you.) They're dressed in these nice black coats and bowler hats so they can look like the "black column across the fields" described in the entry. I love everything about this. Also, if you want to see a version of this without the linework, check the link above.

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) decided to work off of the assertion that Kengliwas prefer wheat to barley because "barley is food for beasts". Naturally this means the Kengliwa must not itself be a beast, and Silverhart reflects that by medieval definition that excludes pretty much everything but birds and fish. So here we have a very small mouse-bird (the results of this one are all very cute, I have to say). And of course it's a flightless bird, because the entry describes them as walking. I'm really struck by the general composition of this one; the tiny bird clinging to the top of a wheat stalk is so well depicted. The colors are great too.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) followed the same "not a beast" logic as Silverhart, though they also name "serpent" and "worm" as potential non-beast categories. They also picked "bird", because the Kengliwa brings grain back to its nest, and birds have nests, so there you go. I appreciate that they've continued with that connection by having the interior of the Kengliwa burrow lined in a manner reminiscent of birds' nests. (And also that they provided alt-text, thank you.) Speaking of which, check it out, burrowing birds! With a cross-section of their burrow! Delightful. They further speculate that the symbolism attached to this one must be pretty weird given the mixed feelings the author seems to have, so I went and checked...

... there's actually not a lot of symbolism on this one. The highlights are that the divided grain supply represents the division between the Old and New Testaments, and barley represents heresy which is why it is scorned. (Pretty sure lots of people in the Middle Ages ate barley, but I suppose they preferred wheat.) The symbolism is all "things we learn from the good example of this industrious creature", and the entry quotes Proverbs 6:6 -- I'm not copying it here, because even though I'm pretty sure everyone knows what the animal is, the verse in question does name it, and we have a procedure here.

Anyway, as always, I recommend clicking on the link to CheapSweets's post to see their detailed explanation of their design decisions.

@theforceisstronginthegirl (link to post here) has drawn some ants in their agenda book. I have to admit, I'm not fully sure whether this was meant to be an entry, but you know, there's a picture (with alt-text and everything!) and it's tagged "kengliwa", so in it goes. Honestly I think the highlight here is that they described the creatures in the picture as "scribbles with jobs" which I think is a fun way to describe bugs generally. Very dynamically drawn scribbles too; they're quite expressive.

@pomrania (link to post here) has drawn a strange and adorable critter. It's giving... lizard-squirrel. Squizard. Particularly delighted by the fact that multiple people decided that such an industrious fellow should be wearing tiny clothing. I think the bag with one (1) grain of wheat in it is a nice touch. You just want to root for this little guy, you know? Also it's worth checking out Pomrania's linked post and associated progress post for some interesting steps in the design process for this one.

@coolest-capybara (link to post here) continues to deliver beautifully stylized art. They note that they considered rodents, but figured medieval authors would not be nearly this positive about rodents stealing grain, so instead they're lizards. Very good lizards, too! I love the patterning on them and the expressions on their faces. The one on the left scorning the barley is particularly delightful. Coolest-capybara also wonders what the original animal is classified under, if not "beast" -- to which I must say, oddly enough, this one is in with the beasts. I think. Right after this entry is the start of the "birds" section, and right before it is are some various mammals. So either this is the end of the beast section or it's, like, a palate-cleanser in between.

@strixcattus (link to post here) has also given their Kengliwa clothing, but for a very specific reason: as others have noted, the Kengliwa scorning barley because it's "food for beasts" implies that the Kengliwa are not beasts. Therefore, in Strixcattus's interpretation, they're people. Which is indeed the only non-"beast" category of animal that nobody else has mentioned, as far as I can figure. They're darling. Love the one on the right that appears to be chewing on a straw like your stereotypical farmer, except of course the straw is a single seed with like a bit of stalk attached. And I know I always say it, but you need to go read the linked post for this one. Maybe it's just because worldbuilding is my jam, but I'd happily read a lengthy TTRPG supplement about how Kengliwa society operates. They're like... medieval Borrowers who farm lichen and domesticate ants. I want to know everything about this.

Anyway, here's the Aberdeen Bestiary version:

That's right, they're scribbles with jobs!

Seriously, it turns out Theforceisstronginthegirl drew basically a dead ringer for the medieval version. Compare the two; the biggest differences are the medium and the fact that the Aberdeen Bestiary includes a nest.

But yes, they're ants. We all know they're ants.

Which should, as CheapSweets alluded to, be classed in with the worms! (Remember, that's a flexible term in the medieval era... especially since this is a Latin text, so it's vermis, like Modern English vermin.) There is a section labelled De vermibus, and these guys aren't in it! It could have really used them, too; I think the Ant entry by itself is the same length as the whole "worm" section.

Anyway. Hopefully next week's will be less obvious... okay, I just checked, it's barely less obvious. But I would put money on nobody guessing the one that posts on the 19th (though that's a pretty short entry, unfortunately).

#maniculum bestiaryposting #kengliwa

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vinecradle · 1 year

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11 OMG - the sudden meeting (✿)

scaramouche x fem!reader

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red for kazuha, blue for scaramouche!

you groaned as you thought of school, "nilou, layla, i'm gonna go to class first. i may or may not have forgotten my book at class 2C.." you sighed out.

"are you sure you're gonna go alone, right now? there's still 2 hours before school starts... don't you dislike it when you go to class without either kaveh, layla and i since there's a lot of people you don't know?" nilou questioned.

you sighed and stood up, "i'll be fine, i hope.. i just need to get my book quickly since there should be no one right now.. i'll get going now!"

and with that you waved at nilou and went on to go to sumeru class, 2C. not wanting to meet absolutely anyone.

i guess that'll change without you knowing, right?

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

walking, walking, and walking.

you don't know how long you've been walking.

it's so empty, so quiet, and so dark.

just a little more.

you thought to no one, but yourself.

..and you've reached class 2B.

you sighed, and finally got the book you needed with no one in sight. "i should seriously get going."

walking outside with your head down, you nearly bumped into someone.

"oh- i'm sorry." you let out, without sparing a glance at the person in front of you. and the said person chuckles and suddenly pat your shoulder, and spoke. "who would've thought this is what our first meeting would turn out like?"

and with that, you swiftly looked up. only to be met with the face of scaramouche- the pretty eyes guy. "wait, i'm sorry! i didn't think it would be you- is this your class?"

"mhm, i always get here early. what are you doing here? i mean, if you were in my class, then i would've noticed you long ago."

you just pushed the lingering thoughts of his last words to the back of your head, "i kind of.. may have, accidentally left my book here.." you sweatdropped.

"what's up with you and leaving books? anyway, class is starting in about a few minutes. don't want you getting stuck here now, hm?" he said and pat your head.

you just nodded at him with a smile, trying to push the feeling of flusteredness inside you. "-yeah. again, sorry for nearly bumping into you.. and i'm glad we finally got to talk in person. i'll get going now!" you said at him, and waved your goodbyes.

and with that, you left to go to your own class with your thoughts. i thought there was way more than 1 hour before school starts..? fuck, i didn't even bring my phone.

kazuha stared at the two's interaction and snickered to himself, "well. you two are cute together, aren't you?" he teased his fellow friend. scaramouche just scowled at him, "not. a. word."

• IM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE 😭😭 i had to go to the mall for a school project yesterday and fell asleep while writing..

• and finally a real life, actual conversation between you and scara 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻 things will finally pick up from here!!

summary :: wanting to go back to your dorm from the library, and accidentally leaving a friend's book there not knowing she has the intention of making you give it to someone she's trying to set you up with, a note inside with your number. without anyone realising, the book is in the hands of someone else, and you then wake up to a message from an unknown number.

author's note :: i kind of.. may have.. ran out of ideas for this chapter because it all came up in school and when i was nearly asleep 😭 and the explanation for why the time went by so fast for reader, it's because she spaced out.

taglist (1/2) :: @aeongiies @hrtswinter @zyilas @cofijelli @stuckinadreamland06 @elyionaa @thenightsflower @ohmyfinggod @mikctp @cherrybeomgyu @raideneiari @sakiimeo @xiaosonlybeloved @simp4bakuh03 @kunikuzushiit bolded cannot be tagged!

#genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact smau #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #wanderer #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi #omg vinecradle smau #genshin au #genshin impact au #genshin modern au #vinecradle #high school smau #scaramouche smau

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winterbanner · 2 years

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Lost and Found (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: It's been five months since you've last seen Bucky. No contact, not even a damn phone call. Yet, there he is standing on your doorstep in the middle of the night, covered in bruises you can't help but want to heal.

Tags: ANGST, Hurt/Comfort, Insecure!Bucky, Steve Slander (oop), Fluff

Word Count: 2167

Warnings: Allusions to Hydra's Torture, Self Deprecating Thoughts

A/N: It's been like 9 months since I've last posted a fic.... yikes... so um sorry I guess? (also pls help me stop writing angst, I don't know what to do with myself)

Doll,

I’m sorry. I just can’t do this anymore. It’s not your fault. Please, don’t try to call.

-Bucky

You were angry, that much was clear. It was written blatantly on your face as you answered the door, clad in nothing but your pajamas and a scowl.

It was 3 AM, an ungodly hour for someone such as yourself, who had to be up for surgery in just a few hours. Bucky had begged Sam to find someone else; anyone else who could give them the basic medical attention they needed. Sam's petulant insistence, however, left Bucky with no other choice than to show up on your doorstep shrouded in nothing but flesh wounds and guilt.

Sam, always the chipper one, began the conversation with the efforts of lessening the inevitable awkwardness. You had always liked him, more than Bucky would have liked you to. He would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous of you and him, the light air of humor and amusement that encompassed the two of you in conversation. Then there he was, the cloud of gray, sulking in the corner and sucking the energy from the room.

"Hey there good-lookin. Long time no see."

A slight smile tugged at the corner of your lips, breaking the scowl that had previously coated your face.

"Sam, you better have a good reason for knocking on my door this early in the damn morning." You quipped, your eyes sparkling with amusement. as you absentmindedly fiddled with your hair.

"Look um, Bucky and I got beat up pretty bad out there and we figured since you were right here...."

Sam's voice trailed off as they both witnessed the smile immediately dissipate from your expression. Your eyes quickly scanned their bloodied forms, the concern evident in the panicked way you ushered them inside.

To be completely honest Bucky was shocked at your lack of resistance, he wouldn't have been surprised if you had just slammed the door in his face. I mean, isn’t that what most people would do if their ex, who broke their heart without an ounce of explanation, showed up in the middle of the night unannounced?

He should've known better, however, because it takes no more than five minute with you for one to realize that you're not like most people. You're a doctor, someone who has dedicated their entire life to helping others, to alleviating their pain and sewing them up good as new. At least, that's what you did for him. Bucky couldn't begin to count the nights he spent wrapped in your arms, your sweet voice and soothing touch warding off the nightmarish scenes that lived in his head.

Bucky should’ve known better, because you are never one to turn away someone in pain. No matter how hopeless it is and no matter how much you might get hurt in the process.

"Have a seat in the living room and feel free to grab whatever you'd like from the kitchen." Your head gestured them to head towards the couch, while your hands kept themselves busy gathering whatever medical supplies you had on hand.

The men abided by your instructions and allowed the plush cushion of your couch to alleviate their aching bodies. To Bucky, your apartment was exactly as he left it. His record player still sat atop the side table, his collection of vinyls still filled away in the shelves below. A picture of the both of you remained displayed on the mantle, your smiling faces beaming as the Hudson River flowed in the background.

It was as if he was at a museum, a tourist witnessing some sort of haunting recreation of a scene long gone to the clutches of time. There was nothing missing, so much so that if Bucky wasn't careful he could convince himself that the last five months never happened; that he had never left and that he had never broke your heart so haphazardly.

Sam gave him a knowing look as he reached over to land a friendly pat on his shoulder. He had known exactly what he was doing bringing Bucky here. He could’ve easily flagged down some other source of medical care, but instead he insisted on coming to your place; on formulating some scheme to get you both in the same room together again. It was obvious, so obvious in fact that Bucky was almost embarrassed by how easily he succumbed to Sam’s insistence. Maybe there was a part of him that wanted Sam's plan to work, a realization that only caused the guilt in his stomach to churn even more profusely.

It wasn’t long before you came into the living room, first aid kit in hand with that same look of concern lining your delicate features.

"I don't have very much on hand, but I think this should do."

You stood before them, your eyes scanning over their injured bodies with expertise, your mind taking mental notes on their individual wounds. It was apparent that Bucky was worse off, an outcome that was usual when it came to missions. He had never learned to take your advice, to be more careful; to value his own life in the midst of duty.

Sam stood up abruptly, a slight wince grazing his expression.

"Look, I didn't spend all those years pointing guns in the sand to not know how to treat basic battle wounds. It's this grump that you really need to worry about." He stated, as he quickly gathered up some supplies and headed towards the spare bathroom.

He closed the door before either of you could even begin a rebuttal.

"Come on." You whispered, your eyes gleaming with impatience as you led Bucky through the bedroom you once shared and into the ensuite.

He felt like a child again, that scrappy little kid who couldn't stop fighting. His little hands throwing punches like he was a middle-aged boxer when in reality he was just a little boy who hated watching bullies hurt his best friend. It was because of this that the school nurse always hated him. Every week he'd show up at her door, an office slip in his hand, only to be met with harsh comments and the taunting roll of her eyes. The only reason she even bothered was because her paycheck depended on ensuring he was patched up. If not, she'd have left him out in the hall, the red blood from his nose staining his best shirt.

It was that same feeling of helplessness that Bucky felt now, as you led him into the bathroom and instructed him to sit upon the toilet seat, his abdomen searing with pain. He wasn't wanted there, you didn't want him there, and the only reason you agreed to help was because Sam asked you to.

He was kidding himself if he thought any different, if he considered that maybe you actually wanted to help him; that you actually still cared. Bucky felt like a helpless little kid again, but instead of the old ugly school nurse he was faced instead with the one person he loved more than anything else, and that made it a thousand times more excruciating.

"Take your shirt off." You instructed coldly, an attempt to erase the intimacy that once existed between the two of you. It felt wrong to speak that way to someone you loved; the person you loved the most. In that moment, however, your words were a manifestation of the hurt welling up inside of you, its pain only exasperated by his presence.

He abided by your instructions, his face grimacing in pain as he slipped the fabric over his head, causing his sweaty hair to stick up in disarray.

This was probably the hundredth time Bucky had found himself sat perched upon your toilet seat, his wounded chest exposed to the healing power of your fingertips. This was once routine, you tending to his wounds after a mission, your familiar voice and soothing touch melting the violent events of days past into distant memories.

This was the sort of interaction he had vowed to give up, on the night he fled your apartment with nothing but a half-assed apology note in his wake. It was something he should've done years ago, before you became attached; before he had grown too comfortable in your company.

Yet, here you were, standing before him, your former act of stoicism faltering in the face of your signature tenderness. Your cold words were replaced instead with your fingertips absentmindedly grazing ever-so-gently over his shoulder's mangled flesh; with your soft hand cupping his jaw as you inspected the cut on his brow.

What was once lost was now found, but it wasn't Bucky's to keep any more.

It was all too much. The way you gently apologized every time he winced, your familiar hands healing the wounds that littered his body. He couldn't give in, he couldn't allow himself that sort of peace because you weren't his anymore. He had to leave he couldn't stay; he had to be alone because-

“Bucky, I-I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

His spiraling train of thought suddenly came to a halt, as he felt your hand intertwine itself with his own, your expression laced with pure sadness and concern.

“Y-you didn’t Doll. I’m fine.”

“Buck you’re- you're crying.”

It wasn’t until then that Bucky noticed the silent tears that had begun to slip down his cheeks.

God, did he miss you.

God, why was he so weak?

Your free hand silently reached to grab a tissue from the counter.

“Sorry”, he mumbled as he wiped his face.

"Don't apologize. It's just- did something happen since I've last seen you? Are you hurt? Are you feeling okay?

God, why did you still care about him?

Bucky's tears began to fall more profusely, his tissue soiled with salty residue and pathetic sadness. Any resemblance of anger you once held had completely dissipated because this wasn't just an ex-boyfriend, this was Bucky Barnes, and hell would freeze over before you idly watched him experience any more pain.

“I’m sorry”, he croaked.

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry that you ever had to meet me, that I left. I'm just sorry, so fucking sorry."

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek. “I’m not.” You whispered, as you used your thumb to delicately wipe his tears “Buck, why did you leave? What happened?”

He stayed silent for a moment, his eyes searching for answers in the bathroom tile below. His eyes were stinging, his mind racing, and all he wanted was to say something, anything that would make sense, anything.

“Steve left.” Bucky blurted, the hurt emanating in his tone. "He left because the Bucky he loved is dead; the boy he grew up with died in that ravine a goddamn century ago. They changed me- they broke me."

"Steve left because who I am now, the Bucky you know, isn't worth staying for."

Your head began to shake, absolute heartbreak written on your face as you squeezed his hand even tighter. "That's not true. Please don't ever think that-"

"And if I'm not good enough for Captain fucking America, then how am I good enough for you?", Bucky interrupted. "I left because you could do so much better than me; you deserve so much better. You deserve someone who doesn't keep you up all night screaming; someone who isn't so incredibly fucked up-"

“Bucky stop, please just stop.” You let go of his hand and moved both of your palms up the gently cup the sides of his face, forcing his eyes to make contact with your own.

"Steve left because he selfishly ran away with a woman he barely knew, not because of you; never because of you. Now, I may not have known the Bucky that he grew up with, but I'd choose who you are now over him any day. Buck, I love you. I love you."

"You don't get to decide who is good for me. That is my decision to make and I made that decision years ago, when we first met."

You reached out and pulled him into a hug, your arms encompassing his larger frame as he fully let himself melt into your embrace.

"You are good enough."

"Bucky you are good enough."

"Please don't leave again, just stay; stay with me."

Bucky pulled away slightly, his flesh hand reaching up to cup your jaw and guide your lips to meet his own.

"Okay.' He whispered, a flash of hope gleaming in the blue of his eyes, as he stood up to properly hold you against him.

He believed you, and for once in his life Bucky Barnes was actually going to take your advice. He was going to hold on to what was once lost; he was going to keep what he had found.

"Now, who is gonna be the one to tell Sam that his plan actually worked?"

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you

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dyrewrites · 2 months

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Find the Word Tag

Wherein @aziz-reads comes after me, specifically, with these word choices...

I'm tagging @rmgrey-author @illarian-rambling and @writingrosesonneptune

Your words are: Curl, Tap, Fall and Whisper

My words are: Yearn, Few, Tense, and Bounce

Yearn (tw: reference of child trafficking)

She laughed, at him, at me, but Lucient removed his mask and smiled. Wide and sharp he smiled at me before turning on her and, as I left the room, I was treated to the sounds of her screams. Now, I understand that those reading this tale might wish to know just how she died. After all I shared of her you may yearn for all the gory details. And that is a fair want, for who in that situation was the monster; the one renting a child out to horny aristocrats, or the one come to bite out her throat for it? But I didn’t see her death, and so I cannot relay it. Her life, deserving as it was, did not meet with my teeth that night. Her last breath was Lucient’s to take and, while I can say now that all the rest were his too, in the aftermath of those memories...it felt shared. I yearned to see each and every face that tormented him bloodied and screaming. I hungered for the taste of their life, their ragged, choking breaths dying on my tongue.

Few

“You certain, sogno mio?” the words earned another swoon before I could finish, and all my concern for why he was in that tub in the first place melted as I did, “I took so much...you could use a bite back.” “Mm, after,” he leaned forward, as much as the small tub allowed, welcoming the sponge I set on him and sighed at its touch, “we have a few days voyage still and I would test this new heat of yours as often as I am able before we arrive...” And while that definitely appealed, I wondered, “If all we consume is blood, and we can feed from one another—” “We can’t,” he cut, “not for long, or we will grow ill and become stiff as the corpses we are often compared to.”

Tense

So it is I you worry of? No eyes bothered us, none followed our closeness—and he held me so very close—but I noticed theirs. Men and women were partnered and attached to whomever they pleased, giggling loud and proud, there were even groups so closely entwined there could be no guess as to their intentions or relationship. The freedom of it sang to me, in a heady rhythm through the throng of them, and I couldn’t help the smile or the arm I wrapped around my own partner. He gasped at my tighter hold but leaned into it and I hated the cat face he wore for depriving me of his smile. Yes, treasure, he continued, you are in danger so long as we’re here. But we cannot die, I reminded with playful hope of a laugh, or some ease in his tense muscles. I earned a chuckle, tight and short, there are worse things. Just keep close and try not to talk to anyone without me near.

->under the cut is bloody and naughty, you have been warned<-

Bounce

With my gasped plea he swooned, squeezing his legs tighter around me, aiding the drop of his hips. And I met him in it, in the rougher, harder rhythm he took, rising to do it again and again, our moans shared as he offered his neck, “Take it, take me and be mine.” I needed no explanation for what he meant, no guidance, my lips worked without it. My teeth, sharpened then, longer than any man’s should be, sunk so easily into his skin, into the veins beneath. And that salt-sweet blood bubbled through tooth and gum and flooded my mouth, coating my tongue. Salacious the drip of it down my throat, the squirm of it through my veins that I moaned with more than the rhythm of his bounce, more than his nails in my shoulder, I ached and all but screamed into his neck with what filled me. “Yes,” He moaned through my draw of him, through my rougher thrusts into him as I gripped his back and the back of his head, aching to force more of him into me—more of me into him. “That’s it, treasure,” he whispered, voice weak, “take all of me…”

#writeblr #tag games #find the word tag #before deluca #i had two options for bounce and they were both part of sex scenes so...i apologize for nothing

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cafeinthemoon · 1 year

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Ruins - Part X

Chapter 10/?

Wordcount 3,5k

Title Part X

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades x reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging @darling-imobsessed @holdyourwine (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment here or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: A cute conclusion to the revelation of the previous chapter ❤🥺 I loved working on this one bc its primarily about communication. I've noticed that in all my stories the problems between the characters happen bc of lack/fail at communication, and the solution for them is always an honest conversation. It's essential in this story in particular bc the couple had just a few opportunities to talk and bc of the nature of their relationship itself, that is, a god and a human that might be turned into an immortal in the future.

I know there are no big issues or adversities happening here, but that was never the main goal when I had the idea for this ff. Instead, the challenges lie in what's not being told by the characters: the beginning of their relationship, the changes it represents in their lives and how it will affect the ones around them. I guess I always wanted to work on a story that brings up these themes and I've been discussing them in other stories on different levels, but this one is where I'm most comfortable doing it.

Hope you enjoy this one ;)

If anyone saw you the moment you heard those words, they wouldn’t see the expected, inflamed reaction from you, for no words left your mouth and your body remained static, but a closer look at your widened, bright eyes and at your hands entwined with his, gripping on them in an unconscious frenzy, would leave no doubts that each part of your soul was shaken by those words.

A woman. You.

Three short, simple words that stirred and changed everything you thought you knew about your dreams in a way the books and references couldn’t do. Suddenly, all the blank spaces were filled, but with an answer that your modesty would never let you consider – that you would have any level of importance to an ancient, powerful individual to the point of living in his night visions for months like a prophecy.

None of these subtleties, of course, escaped the attentive eyes of the King of the Underworld. With a smile, he observed your hands together; then, with the same smile, he raised his eyes to meet yours.

– Apparently, you couldn’t see me in the dream, so I considered it a sign that the time to reveal myself to you hasn’t come yet – he explained – This is why I didn’t tell you my name right in our first encounter, and why I gave you the enigma to solve.

That made sense, you thought.

But you also wanted to test my intelligence, my Lord.

As if guessing this thought, his smile widened.

– I confess I had fun with the way you said you would give me the answer in our next encounter. I liked your confidence there. But I never had any doubt that you’d find them, not only because my faith in the dream’s message, but primarily because of your wisdom and dedication.

Well, you didn’t see that coming.

– Dedication? – you frowned – What do you mean, my Lord? Because, except for the first time we met, when did you have opportunities to witness any dedication from my part?

Still smiling, Hades brushed your hair behind your ear; apparently, your confusion was adorable to him. But he didn’t deny you an explanation.

– I arrived at Valhalla a few days before you. I’ve come to make my own researching at the library. I was looking for your picture in books of all the pantheons I could remember, believing you were one of their goddesses, but the most attractive faces in them didn’t have the slightest resemblance with yours. My frustration was indescribable. And it only ended one morning, when I saw you entering the library and stopping at the Oneiric section – his finger curled your hair with a soft gesture before moving away – Can you imagine my surprise when I noticed you were human? A curious, mortal woman drowning in the pages of books older than herself, seeking for answers she wasn’t even sure to exist. I kept observing as you read, took your notes and compared information, and each minute that passed I was more impressed. You were just like I saw you in my dream, restless, surrounded by ruins in a strange world, but unlike there, here you seemed to know exactly what to do. And I’ve never seen something more beautiful – his fingers caressed your jawline – I needed to see you more times, so the next day I came back to the library by the same hour and took the same spot as before. I just knew you would come back, for whatever the answers you were looking for, it wouldn’t take just one day to find them. And I was right. This happened for an entire month, until that day when we talked.

Those events were fresh in your mind, and the mention of them made you relive all of that. However, finding out you weren’t alone in your seeking changed it into... something else.

– When I read your notes and heard the description of your dreams, it was like finding the last piece for this puzzle – he continued – But things like this take time, not only to be unraveled but also to be processed. And, in my experience, the latter case uses to take longer. Here’s another reason why I didn’t tell you everything at once: I didn’t want to scare you right in the beginning of your stay in Valhalla, a place where people are meant to find peace, neither I wanted to burden you. You see, no matter how much I wished to meet you, to hear your voice and to speak to you, you didn’t know me yet. And, judging by what happened at the party, I’m afraid I’m still a stranger to you.

You swallowed. Though you were raised in what you understood to be a loving family, this discernment, this consideration for your feelings touched a string in your heart that you’ve never noticed to be there.

Since you were a little girl, you’ve heard the older people speak about the gods as powerful, self-centered individuals, whose desires and rules should be taken into account in each decision of your life, but you were not to expect anything slightly close to this in return. This inequality never made sense to you, but you had no interest in challenging those beings and bring their wrath over you, so you never thought too much about it.

Change only came when you met Hades for the first time. Yes, he was not the first god you met – Hermes was the first, and he always treated you well – but the King of Hellheim was the one who defied your perception of the divine beings on a personal level, and he did it in just a few days.

And you just needed to show this to him. You needed to tell him that, after this, you were everything but strangers to each other.

– Even when I couldn’t see you in my dreams and we haven’t talked but a few times, this is not the way I feel about you, Hades-sama – you kept stroking his hands upon your thigh – Being with you… feels good. It feels right, like I’ve never felt about anyone’s company before. Since I can remember, I feel like I’ve always been running from place to place without knowing where to stop. This somehow ended when I found you, my Lord. It was like having a voice telling me that now I can rest, because this is where I’m supposed to be – you sighed – However, I’m still a human and you’re still a god. So, when I left you at the party, it was because I thought I was crossing a line. I tried to convince myself that I was doing the right thing... but every inch of my body spoke in opposition to that.

You held his hand – the one with which he just caressed you – and brought it close to your face again. You turned your lips to it and left a kiss on his palm.

– I wanted to believe I made the right decision, but I just knew I was going to regret it. So... thank you for not giving up on me, my Lord.

That time, Hades’ next step was like a matching response to your kiss, your most passionate act toward him since you met: holding your face with both hands, he approached and gave you a long, soft kiss on your forehead.

– How could I do something like that? – he whispered – Do you even know why you’ve been dreaming with Hellheim? Or why I’ve been seeing you there?

That was something he didn’t tell you yet. The reason why the Dream Lords united you in the first place. Indeed, it would have been stupid of you to go away without knowing this, to say the least.

– That’s right. I don’t know – you replied – Why exactly were we having these dreams? What kind of fate waits for us?

The smile he had for you now was gentle, almost sweet.

– To explain this, let me ask you one question. Have you any idea of where that place in our dreams is located?

– No, I… I confess I never thought of it until now.

His thumbs stroked your cheeks as he spoke, his voice as calm as the water of the fountain.

– That is a place near my castle. It was left untouched for thousands of years, which explains the ruins, but I’ve been guarding it for this whole time, waiting for the day when I would finally fulfill my purpose concerning it.

– And what purpose is this, my Lord?

– To build a home for my family… The one I’d eventually create with my wife.

Your eyes burned at that revelation, and a tear rolled from the right one. Your chest ached with the strength of your heartbeats. So… this was the reason for all of this. The reason why you’ve never been happier than when you were at that very place in his company, and why running away from him almost caused you physical pain.

Why everything finally seemed to be in their right place.

– Your wife… me…

With his thumb, Hades wiped the tear from your face.

– Now you understand why I couldn’t tell you everything at once? There are some things I myself don’t understand yet, but I hope I can figure them out with you.

You breathed deep and laughed as more tears came out.

– I… I can only say the same… – you looked away, your voice a whisper – But... I am a human being, my Lord. I suppose I could never live away from Midgard for too long. And, one day, I will…

You shrugged, not willing to complete the sentence. He made you look at him again, wiping your tears. You sensed a change in his tone.

– I know. And I have something to propose: you stay in Valhalla for the entire period of guardianship, and we use this time to know each other and to figure out what we have to do to make this work. By the end of this period, you tell me what you want to do: if you want to return to Midgard and continue to live your life as a human, I am not stopping you; but, if you want to stay with me, there’s a way for you to do it… endlessly.

You moved in your spot.

– Endlessly… Could it be…?

– Yes. It’s called Psyche’s ritual, in honor of the first Midgard woman to leave mortality behind to join her lover – he explained – We’ll still have opportunities to talk about it in the future, so you don’t need to worry for now. What I can tell you in this moment is that it includes the consumption of ambrosia. Usually, it is forbidden for humans, but there are exceptions when it has to do with fate.

Psyche. Yes, the story was well known in your land even when it happened long before you were born: the young princess who married the god of Love and went through many adversities to stay by his side; in the end, she became immortal due to the ambrosia offered by Zeus, and she has lived with her husband until this day.

And to think that the same was being offered to me now… Do I really deserve this?

After a moment of deliberation, this was the first thing you said:

– So… this is why you prepared me a place by your side on the table, Hades-sama? And why you asked your brothers to stay with me until we met again? I mean… you wanted me to be among the gods so I would know what is like to be one of them?

Hades smiled.

– Partly, yes. But the main reason is that I was eager to have you by my side.

– Well, that’s an honor, of course, but… – you shook your head in a sad gesture – I don’t think they would accept me so easily…

He took your hands into a firm grip when he heard this. The seriousness with which he replied to you made you shiver, though his words didn’t lack gentleness.

– Accept you? Y/n, let me explain something to you. There is no such thing among us. When a god or a goddess is born, or when someone from a different nature is brought to the state of divinity, they have a place and a purpose to dedicate their life to, and this doesn’t change as long as they stay loyal to it. When a god appears, things are what they are; there’s nothing the other gods can do about it. It is true that some of us don’t get along with each other, but this has nothing to do with acceptance – he sighed – The only thing that might shake their moods is the Psyche’s ritual, but only because it is extremely rare. Still, it doesn’t change the rules.

You looked around you, to the moths flying between the purple lights, to the flowers touched by the breeze and the insects upon their petals, and felt grateful for having them to distract your eyes while you tried to process the things you just heard. You've expected many things when you found out you were going to be sent to the divine lands, but having the opportunity of becoming a goddess yourself – and the wife of one of the most important gods there – wasn't among them.

You chose your words carefully.

– You’re right, my Lord. I will really need a long time to understand all of this before making any decision. Because, you see, things aren’t that simple among us humans. When we are born, acceptance is essential, and after we grow up, we keep seeking for it, whether we realize it or not – you shrugged – Maybe my view on this will change in the future, but for now I can’t see things differently. Besides...

You fell silent, trying to figure out the best way to bring up what you thought it was the most delicate point of the conversation. Hades didn’t interrupt or rush you, and was all ears when you decided to speak.

– There’s something I need to know... in case I choose to return to Midgard.

– And what is it?

You looked into his eyes, as to not miss his reaction to what you were going to say.

– How can I be sure that I won’t be cursed for defying fate? – you swallowed – I mean... I don’t want to offend you, my Lord, but, as far as I know, you gods aren’t always willing to show mercy when we are not compliant. So I need to know what will happen to me if I end up saying no to you.

Hades took your right hand and imitated your gesture, bringing it to his lips and leaving a tender kiss on your palm. You were somehow relieved to see that, instead of offended or frustrated, he was rather satisfied with this question.

– Listen. If you’re given the choice of returning to your home and you opt for it, I will make sure this decision will be respected, so that fate mustn’t have any power over you, my y/n. I won’t discuss the tempers of my pairs here, but you don’t need to be afraid – and, giving your hand another kiss, – Because it’s not with them you're dealing with.

Your hand trembled while touching his face, his lips, close to your skin as he spoke, his jawline and chin, and your eyes burned as new tears came to them. You couldn’t say you loved Hades already – there hasn’t been enough time for love to grow yet – but you came to admire and respect him like no other, and these feelings only got deeper with each demonstration of care, of regard for your worries (even though he didn’t entirely understand them) and his patience despite your doubts; he has been treating you as an equal, as if he was already able to see you as one, to see the life you could build together, and his faith in it was apparent in everything he has done for you, in a way that not even your fears made him give up.

However, there cannot be space for fear when one is in awe, and you were. You didn’t know many things yet, and you couldn’t guess the future, but you were willing to give it a chance, to make yourself known to him.

For if it felt right to be with him, it would be right to stay.

Before you could stop yourself, you were approaching him on the bench; your fingers caressed his hair, brushing it behind his ear.

– This is all I need to know to make my decision – you whispered – But truth is that this is what I want since the start, Hades-sama: I want to be with you, to come to know you... and to learn how to love you, my Lord. So, my answer is yes – you no longer restrained your smile – I’m staying.

The King of the Underworld allowed himself a passionate response that time: surrounding you with his arms, he pulled you to a comforting embrace, kissing the top of your head.

– Thank you for choosing to stay, y/n – he mumbled on your hair, caressing it with his fingers – Thank you for trusting me.

You inhaled deeply, appreciating his fragrance, the softness of his garment’s fabric, hearing his breath, the noises of the nightly creatures around and the murmur of the fountain. You still couldn’t believe how things went: early that day, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to find the answer to Hades’ enigma, but a casual episode with two girls gave you the clue you needed to unravel everything; just a moment ago, you were crying to Hermes, begging for permission to go back to Midgard and forget about Valhalla, but now you were resting in Hades’ arms, not wanting to be in anywhere else. You were finally in peace, and safe.

Isn’t it scary how things happen? Isn't it wonderful too?

You spent a moment like this, indulging in this soft interaction until he held your face in his hands and placed a kiss on your temple; from there, he didn’t take long to reach your right cheek, still clingy by the tears, and then the corner of your mouth, to which you held your breath. If he carried on, it wouldn’t be your first kiss, but did it matter? He was god, a King and could be your husband in the near future. He was already your first in many things.

Hades moved away a bit when he sensed your hesitation.

– Is this too much for you?

– No – you touched his lips with your thumb, smiling at how they were fresh and smooth under your skin – I want it too.

You closed your eyes and he went ahead.

You felt his fingers under your chin, making you approach him, then he reached for your hands and passed them around his neck while tasting your lips.

Before you could understand how, his hands surrounded your body and held you tight; when you noticed, you were placed on his lap. You startled with shyness, then giggled as you sensed the grip of his left hand on your waist and his right one on your knee, bringing you even closer. You kissed for the second time, but now the kiss was longer, warmer, as for you to sense, to know each other in a way the words wouldn’t do: your spread lips created a timid gap, as an invitation, quickly accepted by him, who touched your tongue with his own, and you let a tiny moan escape while your fingers curled in his hair.

With his fingers, he brushed your hair away from your shoulder, leaving delicate kisses on your exposed neck and smelling your skin, and for a moment you felt like a flower in his hands. Your left hand was leaning on his shoulder, but with your right one you tried and touched him, your fingers drawing the lines of his neck, his jaw and his ear, pointy just like an elf’s; when you touched its tip, he laughed, his breath upon your skin provoking the same reaction on you.

Heavens, I would never imagine he was ticklish!

– I can’t believe you just found my weakness – he mumbled against your neck – Guess there’s no way back from this…

– What do you mean, my Lord? – you chuckled – It was just a funny accident!

– What do I mean? This is what I mean – you let out a little gasp when you felt a soft bite on your lobe, followed by a kiss – I’m going to have to find your weakness as well. It’s fair, don’t you agree?

– I do – you closed your eyes, indulging in that sweet game – It’s fair enough.

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #snv #ror #snv x reader #ror x reader #svn hades #ror hades #snv hades x reader #ror hades x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #record of ragnarok hades

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inklessletter · 6 months

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✨️15 people 15 questions✨️

My lovely, lovely @mentallyundone tagged me. I think I already did this a few months ago, but I'll do it again. Miss you babe, thank you for the tag

1. Are you named after anyone?

No. I was supposed to be named Rocío, since my mom chose it and they had the agreement that if I was born female she would choose it, but my dad and godfather registered me as Vanesa because they saw it in a store and sounded good. This is the official story, and i know this sounds terrible, but there's an emotional explanation to this. According to the doctors, I wasn't supposed to survive. I was born very ill, and they told my parents that I wasn't going to make it. My dad registered me with another name so my mom's favorite girl's name wouldn't be attached to bad memories. Funny thing is, I'm an only child, and Rocío is a name that got eventually unused. My mom have been years telling this story saying that this is a reason for divorce, but only a few years ago my dad told why he did it. She doesn't think is a reason to divorce anymore.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Strictly speaking, November 4th. I saw a show that made me sob like a little child. If the question goes for when was the last time I cried in a bad way, I'm happy to say that I don't remember when it was the last time. I've cried a lot for bad reasons, but I can't recall when it was the last one. I've been crying more lately for good reasons than bad.

3. do you have kids?

Not yet. I want to, though, in an immediate future, but I'm scared shitless about this. I'd love to adopt a kid, though.

4. what sports do you/have you play/played?

Badminton, Karate and flamenco dance. I love to dance.

5. do you use sarcasm?

Not enough.

6. whats the first thing you notice about people?

I don't really know, it depends on the day. Sometimes I see physical traits, some days I get the vibes in general. I guess that overall the first thing I notice is if they give me good vibes.

7. whats your eye color?

Green-ish. I mean, it's a blend of blue, green and golden. For some reason they look deep blue when I'm at the beach or in sunny places.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Yes (scary movies can have happy endings!!!!) Don't really understand this question.

9. any talents?

No, not really. What I do best is the result of hard work and practice, but I don't think 'talent' is a word for it.

10. where were you born?

Málaga, Spain.

11. what are your hobbies?

Reading, drawing, music. Binging series and films. For something different I'll say that I do love going to the theatre to watch musicals and plays. My favorites so far are The Lion King and Les Mis.

12. do you have any pets?

Yes!!! My lazy ass, half devilisy 60 pound dog, Appa. Named after the flying bison, of course

13. how tall are you?

5'1. Small one here.

14. favorite subject in school?

Art, English and Literature. In that order.

15. dream job?

I'd love to make a living out of my art. Working from home, or maybe doing some studies to become a tattoo artist. I think I would be an amazing tattoo artist, I love linearts. But when I was a kid, my dream job was (wait for it) librarian.

I am not tagging anyone in particular, this is an open invitation for anyone who wants to do this and share a bit about themselves.

I hope you have a great day!! (And thank you if you read this til the very end!)

#inklessletter #tag game

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I Rant About Black Widow

The reason why people say this fight scene is dumb is an understandable one. At first glance, it looks like a well-choreographed but random fight, like the producers threw it in just because they needed something interesting to happen. After all, why would two sisters be trying to murder each other out of nowhere?

There is an explanation, and that explanation is emotion.

First, I want you to think about how Natasha is feeling at this point. She’s already stressed: the Avengers have broken up and 117 countries are hunting her down with the intention of throwing her in prison to rot. That would push someone close to the edge already. To top it off, she’s just been attacked and defeated by some guy in a fancy suit who can mimic her moves and use them against her. She doesn’t know who he’s working for or what they want, but she does know that it has something to do with her sister Yelena.

That must be a massive punch in the gut to Natasha. She hasn’t seen Yelena in twenty years, and as we learn shortly after the fight, genuinely believes that she took down the Red Room and freed the Black Widows. There’s no reason that Yelena would be involved with some secret violent conspiracy, right?

Now if you ask me, Natasha really does think that Dreykov is dead, but there’s wishful thinking going on too. The Red Room and the separation from Yelena were so traumatizing that she would prefer to avoid any reminders of that pain. As she says later, “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d want to see me,” she assumes that Yelena wants to forget about all that as well.

At the fight scene in Budapest, Natasha is going in with almost no information or trust, and a great deal of fear and anger that her broken relationships are being dredged up again. Now onto Yelena.

The audience can guess that Natasha was very important to Yelena from the photographs in the mind control antidote. If she loves Natasha enough to hold onto those photos for two decades, she probably isn’t thrilled that Natasha apparently feels the opposite.

Yelena refers to herself as Natasha’s family—“you didn’t want your little sister tagging along whilst you saved the world with the cool kids”—which hints to us how Yelena feels about Natasha treating her distantly for their first few scenes together.

For a big chunk of the rest of the movie, Natasha spends a ton of time in denial. She doesn’t want to acknowledge Yelena as her sister for the reasons I mentioned above, and also the unavoidable truth that if they’re family, Natasha has abandoned her little sister. While Natasha is trying to push these feelings down, Yelena very much feels the sting of betrayal. She doesn’t see the trauma left behind on Natasha, she sees her own and is angry that Natasha willingly left her to that.

Yelena has also just come out of extended and brutal mind control and doesn’t know which parts of her were real. She won’t trust anyone, least of all the person indirectly responsible for it.

So, to summarize, we have the perfect recipe for a fight here. Yelena is furious that she was betrayed and left to her own devices. Natasha is stressed and deeply in denial about her past. It’s clear to both of them that the other one does not trust them and is not to be trusted.

Looking closer at the actual fight also clears things up a bit. Natasha is more on the defensive and when she has an opportunity or the upper hand, uses it to disarm and try to pin Yelena to the ground instead of hurting her. She’s also the first to call for a truce when they’re strangling each other. On the other hand, Yelena slams Natasha’s head into the wall a few times and goes for a very large knife when given the chance.

In conclusion, this fight scene seems out of place at first glance, but if you look at Natasha and Yelena’s mental/emotional states at the time, it makes a lot more sense.

#marvel #black widow #gifs not mine #not my gif #black widow film #black widow 2021 #marvel meta #mcu meta #black widow meta #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #mcu #natalia alianovna romanova

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madeofcc · 8 months

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Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a line or two of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!

Tagged by @pralinesims @bakersimmer and @nilonne ♥ Thanks a lot !

I guess you'll have 3 hints about DH3 !

Des : [...] I mean ... [redacted]'s death was allegedly a suicide so ...

Hiro : Why did the police arrest [redacted] then ?

Hiro : Okay ! I'll be right back ! ... Oh shit ... Am I going to die?

Leïla : We're not in a movie dude ...

[redacted] : Then why didn't you send us a sign or something ?

[redacted] : Because you killed people like me maybe ? I don't know ...

taking @xldkx @cyberth0t @cinamun @ladybugsimblr @shesthespinstersimmer @eslanes @someone-elsa @castawavy @tiallussims @samssims and anyone alse who wants to do it :) feel free to ignore this or tag me if you do it

#DH3 spoilers #about DH3 #line tag game #try to guess who will die this time :p

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sflow-er · 8 months

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ˏˋ°*♡➷ get to know me ༊*·˚

I was tagged in this lovely game by @lazybug16 and @bluedalahorse - it was so much fun seeing both your 'moodboards'! 💜

The idea is to pick a favourite movie, character, animal, drink, song, season, book, colour, and hobby and present them as pictures.

I'll put a list/explanation below, but it's going to be long, so let's do the no-pressure tags first: I think most people have been tagged already, but I can't keep up. So I'm just going to tag a few people whose names I don't think I've seen and apologise if you've already been tagged - or even made a post that I've missed!

@scatteredpiecesofme @silvagrey @groenendaelfic @raincitygirl76 @plantbasedfish @palehottubchild and anyone else who'd like to do this!

Movie: I've got a lot of faves in a lot of genres, but The Princess Bride (1987) has been one of my comfort films since childhood. I never could resist a good fairytale! I kind of wanted to use an ensemble poster to fix the severe lack of Inigo Montoya in this Westley/Buttercup one, but I think this fits the moodboard better, both aesthetically and thematically (because there's a lot of romance on this board).

Character: Again, there are lots of options! But I want to pick 1) a woman, and 2) a longtime favourite, so... Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice. Either book Lizzie or 1995 BBC Lizzie played by Jennifer Ehle will do. Who doesn't love an intelligent and determined woman who is loyal to her loved ones, speaks her mind, and grows from her mistakes? Oh, and who only warms up to the handsome aristocrat gentleman with a massive estate after he listens to her criticism, makes up for his mistakes, and demonstrates some character growth?

Dolphins: Love them. Happened to see some wild ones in Ireland this summer. Keeping them in captivity for humans' amusement is heinous.

Coffee: The thing about coffee is, if you don't drink it, you often feel like a nuisance when visiting people in my country. Especially older people, who don't necessarily keep tea in the cupboard. So, I learned to drink it in my late teens despite hating it at first, and once my tastebuds had adjusted, I fell in love.

Song: Swing Life Away by Rise Against. A very simple acoustic ballad about love, friendship, and how little you actually need to be happy in life. It's also mine and my spouse's song that was even played at our wedding ceremony (without vocals on guitar, violin, and double bass).

Season: I am very much a four seasons kind of person, but I guess spring might be my favourite.

Book: I've got so many to choose from, but I wanted to pick something queer, so: Torka aldrig tårar utan handskar, Jonas Gardell's trilogy about young love and the AIDS crisis in Sweden. It's absolutely fantastic and absolutely heartbreaking (not a happy read!). It's also been adapted to an excellent three-part TV series that can be found on Youtube with English subs. (Short English trailer, 6-minute Swedish trailer.)

Gardell is also a fitting choice because it was his recommendation on social media that got me to watch Young Royals, and I wouldn't be here on tumblr without YR.

Colour: My favourite colours are red, green, and dark grey. I've been in a green phase lately and it fits this moodboard best.

Hobby: Video games. I've been a PlayStation gamer for well over 20 years. I mainly play adventure and roleplaying games; titles with good storytelling and worldbuilding. Some of my favourites include older Final Fantasy games (up to FFX), the Uncharted series, Life is Strange series, Mass Effect trilogy, The Last of Us Parts I & II, Heavy Rain, Until Dawn, and Telltale's The Walking Dead 'seasons' 1 & 2.

In keeping with the theme, perhaps I should also mention that some of my fave WLW ships are from video games! Ellie/Dina from TLOU: Part 2, Nadine/Chloe from Uncharted: Lost Legacy, and Chloe/Rachel from LiS: Before the Storm (although I do love Max/Chloe in LiS OG too).

Thanks again for the tags, this was fun!

#tag game #nor yr #get to know me #moodboard game #thank you both so much for the tag!#💜💜💜

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the-flaming-nightmare · 13 days

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the wonderful @anewkindofme! 💙

Here's a snippet from the Daddy!Joel and Little!Ellie fic I've been working on:

Joel had been sitting at the kitchen table, just about finished cutting out coupons for Friday's grocery trip, when the sound of the front door opening reached him. He smiled to himself, cutting out one last coupon before setting the scissors aside and folding up the food ads.

He listened as footsteps grew closer and came to a stop in the kitchen's doorway.

"Find any in there for Chef Boyardee?"

Ellie asked, leaning up against the doorframe.

"I'm pretty sure you can only find those online, kiddo," Joel replied, putting the coupons into a small baggy. "I'll take a look into it later, though."

"Awesome." Ellie smiled, pushing herself off the wood frame and making her way into the room.

She slung her backpack over the back of Joel's vacated chair, before dropping herself into it with a soft grunt.

"So, how was school today, Els?" Joel asked, leaning up against the counter.

Ellie shrugged. "It was alright I guess. I almost fell asleep in history, ate shitty cafeteria food with Riley, and Bethany was her usual bitchy self. Same old, same old."

Before Joel could respond to her, however, Ellie's face twisted up in discomfort, a low groan escaping her as she grabbed her stomach and slightly bent forward.

Joel's smile instantly disappeared and morphed into a concerned frown. "Ellie?"

He hurried over to her, crouching down in front of her and gently cupping her face between his hands. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She met his gaze easily, melting into his touch. "I'm okay, I'm okay. My stomach's just been bothering me off and on for the last few hours."

"Was it maybe something you ate at lunch?"

Ellie shook her head. "No, it wasn't that. It started hurting like an hour before that. It's probably just a sign that that time of the month is getting close. You know how bloated and crampy I usually get."

Joel's worry ever-so-slowly diminished at the girl's reasonable explanation. She always experienced a great deal of discomfort before and for the first day or two of her monthly, that was normal for her. Of course that's all it was. This was normal, she would be fine.

Still, even after all this time, his traitorous mind couldn't help but supply him with doubt and worse case scenarios. Old habits die hard.

Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @nottapossum, @cielconsumer, @deevotee, @thegoeticcleric and anyone else who wants to join!

#tag game #the last of us #tlou hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie #snippet #my wips

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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if you don't feel comfortable reading, this is basically a notice saying that for now i am still on a break from posting but when i return, i think that my posting schedule will be changing from 3-4 to 1-2 fics/requests a week or random until further notice

i do not expect to be gone too long because im too feral for that but this is a general explanation i guess :)

!!TW!! E.D!! (eating disorder)

hi my lovies ♡ so you've probably already noticed by now if you have been following me for awhile that my posting schedule has shifted sporadically over the past few months and i post fics much less regularly than i did when i started out

if you have followed me recently then this will probably not affect the speed you see my fics in, this post is primarily so that my older followers know why i have been slower in releasing my series', wips, requests etc

i love posting for all of you and hearing all your positive feedback and comments but unfortunately my eating disorder has resurged and it's just not possible for me to prioritise posting over fixing this and my wellbeing as i've had a lot of not nice thoughts biting their way in again. i also don't think anyone will be surprised when i say that this fandom has also driven in some stress and discomfort recently so i need a break away from that as well even though so many people have been so nice to me on here

!! HOWEVER !!

i will still be posting as often as i feel comfortable with so this is not a goodbye and the longest i think i will be gone might be two weeks at longest (i'll put up another statement if it does end up being longer than that)

for now fic recs have been on hiatus because i plainly haven't had the time to read them but when i get back oh ho ho i have a big ole spam list for you

it means so much to me that so many of you have followed, interacted and supported me since i made this account in november, i never expected this to be more than just an outlet for my writing, i am so grateful to you all and for all of my beloved moots that i met here who are all the loveliest people ever i love you all very much and can't wait to binge your works when i return, enjoy the thea spam ♡♡♡

and to everyone who has gotten to the bottom of this page, it matters so much to me that people genuinely care about what i put out so thank you for listening and as far as interactions go, don't be afraid if you get a message or reply from @simp-aholic after interacting (which is still very welcome), that's my other account, i won't be checking this account too often during my break but im still fairly active over there ♡♡♡ i am aware that i do not need to explain myself but i did want to help anyone who might be confused, or not have got the memo that im on a break, understand where i've been and what to expect until i come back

you have all been so lovely to me,

mwah buh bye ♡

(also to all my moots tagging me i swear i'll get to it when i come back! i am very much looking forward to it!)

#thea update #writing update

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livesincerely · 2 years

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Davey stares out over the East River, his face drawn and pale. Quietly, so quietly that Race can barely hear him over the wind, he says, “He’s in love with her, Racetrack.”

“He’s in love with you,” Race denies immediately, shaking his head. Davey scoffs, shoulders sagging. “He is, Davey. You… you don’t see the way he looks at ya, the way he talks about ya when you’re not around. I’m tellin’ ya, he’s in love with you.”

“He’s not,” Davey says, simple as that, and the fact that he’s so resigned about it only makes Race want to scream that much more.

“Well, you’re in love with him,” Race counters, because that one’s impossible to argue with.

“So?” Davey asks. “What does that matter?”

“Wha—?” Racetrack splutters. “Of course it fuckin’ matters! You’re in love with him!”

“And he’s happy with her,” Davey says. “Aren’t we supposed to be happy for him?”

“I’ll be happy for him when he stops actin’ like such an idiot,” Racetrack declares. “When he stops fuckin’ everythin’ up, when he stops makin’ you cry—“

“Race,” Davey says softly. “Jack hasn’t done anything wrong.”

And that takes the wind right out of his sails. He swallows hard. “Dave…”

“He hasn’t,” Davey insists. “He doesn’t owe anyone an explanation, okay? Not you, not me, none of us. Just because I’m…” He crosses his arms over his chest, mouth pressed into a thin line. “That’s all on me. It’s not Jack’s fault that he doesn’t feel the same way.”

“But he does, Davey,” Racetrack says, because he just can’t let that part go, even as guilt and hopelessness wage war in his gut. “It’s… he does.”

Davey smiles at him then, and it’s just about the saddest thing he’s ever seen: paper thin and more delicate than glass.

“You’re a wonderful friend, Tony,” he murmurs. “This isn’t your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault.”

Racetrack can’t meet his eyes. They stare out at the water for a few minutes, standing shoulder to shoulder.

“For what it’s worth, Dave,” Race eventually says. “I’m real sorry ‘bout all’a this.”

Davey lets out a long breath. “It would’ve happened eventually—if not now, with Maggie, then at some point down the line. I guess it’s better to get it over with.”

He turns to Racetrack then, and carefully continues with, “Speaking of Maggie, you need to apologize to her.”

“…I know,” Racetrack admits, shamefaced. “I know it ain’t her fault, I do, but I jus’ look at her an’ all I can think about is how much she’s hurtin’ you.”

“It’d be easier if she was awful,” Davey muses. “If she was a terrible person and I could justify hating her, but she isn’t. She’s honestly really nice—I get what Jack sees in her. And you know, if you gave her a chance, you might actually like her too. You’d probably make good friends.”

“You’re my friend,” Race bites out, and that’s a truth that lives deep in the heart of him, etched right into his bones. “I’m not gonna— You’re my friend, Dave. You.”

The sudden declaration leaves Davey speechless for a moment. “Alright,” he says hoarsely. “I… alright. But, you should still apologize.”

“I will,” Race promises. “We ain’t gonna be no bosom buddies but I’ll make things right with her. I owe her that much, at least.”

“Good,” Davey sighs. “And, lay off of Jack a little, yeah? He still doesn’t know about… everything… and he’s trying his best, okay?”

“That part I make no promises about,” Race grumbles. “I still think he’s actin’ like a moron—he deserves all’a this an’ more.”

“Just try, please?” Davey pleads. “If not for Jack, then for me?”

“Fine,” Race mutters. “I’ll try.”

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@dr-charlie-eppes

@stroopwafeldetective

@amillionandonefandoms

@dreams-and-bones

@mainstreamelectricalparade

@wineandhargreeves

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@rag-tag-ragamuffin

@ill-purple-your-nurple

@cosmic-croissant

#newsies #take a shot fic #take a shot outtakes #david jacobs #racetrack higgins #*the writing desk #*editor's note #bits & bobs #here’s some of what’s happening outside of Jack’s pov #The Ravey friendship is real #I don’t know if I’d do a full version of take a shot from Davey’s pov #but I can definitely imagine writing more outtakes like this of certain moments

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grollow · 11 months

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Hi, hello. Same Anon who sent the first ask. Just came by to say thank you so so SO much for taking your time to answer my ask in details and I appreciate it loads. Your long explaination is so SO beautifully well-written (like seriously, you're so good with words. How are you not writing your own book yet-???).

That being said I'm still unsure I'll warm up to it just yet. Since I've recently got into HK, I'd like to test the waters with other ships and see what sticks and what doesn't. That and I'm hesitant to try it cuz I've had... traumatic experiences with popular ships in the past with other fandoms and it left me scarred so...yeah. BUT thanks to your explanation and from others, I can definitely DEFINITELY understand the appeal and unspoken potential it has and I can and WILL respect you Grollow shippers for your passion and dedication to it ^^

Also I'd like to apologize again for causing so much trouble for you with the other Anons with my ask. I really never meant for things to get so out of hand with it. I'm genuinely sorry.

On a lighter note tho, when you mentioned 'vessel for the radiance' , I thought back to a lovely AU fic in AO3 with the same name and funnily enough, the MC in that fic is the son of the Radiance and technically the nephew of Grimm whom is arranged to be married to Hollow as a 'peace treaty'. Idk why but that was the random thought that popped into my head when you said it ^^;

Ah, you didn't cause me any problems, anon! All you did was show me why the asks I've received in the past were so frustrating. Tone and intent really makes all the difference. Don't worry!

Write book... (Sweats profusely and stares openly at Blinding, which I haven't touched in a few days) ... Uhhh (gulp)

Every time you call Grollow popular I have to do a double take. I guess it kind of is the most popular ship involving both characters, but in the scope of what I consider popular, I see so much more of certain other ships (Lacenet in particular, but I also see tons of Palewatcher-- both of which I support ftr, so this is not a complaint-- as well as Quirrel/the Knight) that I never really considered it to BE a popular one. Especially considering how dead our tag is on AO3 (lighting a candle and saying a prayer for the swift return).

If I'm being honest with you, I don't think it's a good idea to write something off just because you are intimidated by the way that fandom handles it, even though past experiences make that easier. I know that instinct -- I come from animanga background, trust me, I KNOW it well -- but at the end of the day, you might be limiting yourself. For a long time, I avoided fandom entirely as a result of that, and sometimes I think I was happiest when I was full gremlin not speaking to anyone churning out fics from the heart. I wouldn't trade my friends for the world but there's a certain inner peace that comes with connecting with fandom the way that YOU want to. It involves liberal use of the block button and blacklisting tags but it does, in the end, make the internet a more enjoyable place to be.

Whether or not you come around to shipping Grollow, though, I hope I've at least shown you that our side of the fandom doesn't bite. You're welcome in my inbox any time.

I've not read that fic! Maybe I'll give it a shot. When my massive pile of back reading is done. Sweats. I'm drowning under the weight of all the things I want to read while writers block beats me up and calls me names behind Applebee's.

#asks: answered #anon #just wanna repeat again that youre not responsible for others dw #you dont have to apologize for anothers actions #and im fine besides #i grew up in the wild west of owari no seraph fandom #hollow knight fandom cant touch me

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vvanessaives · 1 year

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— WIP DAY

tagged by @risingsh0t thank you so much alyssa mwah <3

tagging: @arklay @morvaris @nuclearstorms @devilbrakers @uldwynsovs @girlbosselrond @faarkas @galacticvales @indorilnerevarine @camelliagwerm @denerims @reaperkiller and anyone other cool writer mutual that would like to share a wip but i'm a clown and forgot to tag

pushing forward my italian fenix agenda in this one, be warned

“There’s I love you and then there’s ti voglio bene.” He began explaining, one of his playful smirks acting as a frame to pretty confusing words. “It’s like– I care for you, I want to see you happy, I wish you all the good in this world, I–” A brief pause. His chin rested on the palm on his hand now, a sour expression telling Vesper – which didn’t dare to pull her gaze away from Fenix, not even for a moment – how bothered he was from the lack of a clean and straight translation. “It’s difficult to explain, believe me. Thing is…Love? Passes, it goes away very easily. What I call ‘bene’? That’s what sticks, or at least it leaves way more hardly.”

Audacious, that’s how Vesper replayed his reasoning in her thoughts, and that, by extension, made his previous question audacious as well; yet Fenix didn’t look fazed, nor shy or a touch embarrassed – and not of the bad kind, but the type of embarrassment of a first ‘I love you’ muttered to someone special. No, he looked positively neutral, as if he just talked of the weather or the latest news.

“Let me ask again now.” His previous smile disappeared as quickly as a snap of fingers and suddenly, other than unlikely to ever happen, Fenix appeared to be the most serious man on earth. “Mi vuoi bene?”

Silence, a matter of a few seconds that felt like hours nonetheless. “Do you? For me?”

Deflecting. Not surprising. “I asked first.”

“I say let the native speaker have the honour.”

Fenix unchained a short, amused chuckle he tried to supress as best as he could. He’s a serious man after all, or at least he tries. He shook his head, a side to side movement of enamorment, and tapped the butt of his beer bottle a few times against the concrete once more. “Yes.”

“What’s that thing you say?” Vesper hummed, unconsciously allowing the back of her boots to hit the wall in time with his glass tapping. “One word is not much, but two are too many?”

A grin tugged upward their features as they shared a knowing look. How good it felt to be noticed. In every single idiotic thing he ever said as well. In thirty years, hopefully, they would still remind each other of the useless stuff the other forgot about. “Your turn.” He pressed on, focusing back on what was his true aim. An unwillingly admitted truth.

Vesper’s eyes wandered off into the skyline of Night City: she pondered the question with a palpable uneasiness – nose scrunched up in the usual bothered fashion and lips pressed tight. Far too easy to tell how she despised any inquiry that investigated too deep into her mind and pushed her, back facing the wall with no way to escape, into voicing elaborate emotions she had no intention of acknowledging. Instead Fenix leaned forward, still holding the edge of the parapet with choking anxiety for the dizzying height of the building. Expectant, and too eager to hear her speak.

With a tilt of the head she gathered her thoughts like futile trinkets one needs to throw away, and shaped them into words. “I think at some point I did stop loving you, back then.” Vesper admitted with a thin line of somber voice as she recalled the past. She didn’t bother with more justifications, more words; explanations at this point, between them, would be a mere show of barking at the moon – a cussing in vain. “But I guess I never stopped…” a hum followed and her eyes met again with his curiously yellow-green coloured ones “that thing you said, already forgot the word.”

Oddly, as Fenix could never manage to stay quiet for too long when he had material to perform his insufferable tricks of provocations, he kept silent for a moment. Just enough to let the words sink in, that pinch of sweetness and bitterness alike.

“Then repeat after me.” He proposed with a newly blossomed smile. Vesper rolled her eyes but she turned slightly her torso to the side anyway: to face his stupidly handsome face better and don’t miss one single movement of his unbearable lips. For language learning purposes, of course.

Student now ready to be taught, he began. Ti. Repeat. Voglio. Repetition, just like a parrot. Then an abrupt stop.

“Yeah, that can be enough too.” Fenix’s smile was too arrogantly smug now for Vesper’s tastes, but she preferred to ignore any more Italian teaching for the night."

#rena.txt #no editing in this one i'm being the bravest soldier (shaking in fear) just bc i love them madly #it's a bit longer than the usual wip length i share but kjsdfk i needed to like post a bit more of it to give some context #cut continuation bc then it would be TOO long fr: vesper asking him where did he read about this (mockingly) and fenix replying #(even more mockingly) that he read it somewhere and he found it SO stupid and childish he had to ask her about it fsjdfskafhskj #basically pushing forward my he's just an asshole agenda too #also fun fact bc i don't explain it in the fic bc well. i know italian sjjsk ti voglio means i want you :) he's so insufferable :)#legends really say i sometimes write him saying italian things but i need 300 business days to heal from the cringe #oc: vesper #oc: fenix

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