#i sometimes worry arthur's crush gets in the way of things by making it weird or puts on undue pressure

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the summer i turned pretty - charles leclerc & arthur leclerc

a reader x charles leclerc/arthur leclerc love triangle

warnings: intoxicated (but consensual) kissing

a/n: trying out a written piece/smau/texts weird hybrid but it was all i could come up with to get this idea across! i hope you all like it <3 (there will be a part 2)

also this was requested!! i'm so sorry anon i lost the ask but i hope u see it and like it anyways

Day 1

France is a place that isn’t easy to forget, but having lived there your whole life made it seem ordinary. The country that saw me grow up, and that I was glad to call home, failed to impress me every day because I was used to it. The beautiful architecture, history, and tourist attractions weren’t as beautiful to me anymore; it was my day-to-day life.

That wasn’t true for the beach house in Nice. It wasn’t mine, or my family’s, but that place never failed to impress me, even if it was my day-to-day life every summer. The Leclerc summer home was my favorite place on Earth. From its blue and white facade, the soft beige interiors, the pool and beach view, the big dining room, and the incredible company, there’s no place I’d rather be in right now.

“Y/N L/N, you have arrived!” Charles Leclerc, the ultimate reason for this place’s beauty, yelled out to me.

“Charles Leclerc, I have arrived!” I replied blushing, and opening my arms into an embrace. As every time I hugged him, my body relaxed and tensed somehow at the same time, safe and nervous, loved and not loved back. But aren’t all childhood crushes like that?

“I’ve also arrived, pote. If you even care,” my wonderfully annoying older brother, Alexandre, interjected. Charles let me go to greet my brother, and I turned to find the youngest Leclerc, Arthur, on his way to hug me hello.

“Hi, chérie,” he said with a smile on his face, ruffling my hair affectionately.

“Hi, Arthur. Up to no good once again?”

“I’m always up to all good!”

Pascale Leclerc, the boys’ mother, greeted me with cheeks kisses and pinches. Everyone then swarmed my mom, Alice. Sometimes I think my friends love her more than they love me, but that was deserved.

As every year before, everyone finally felt at home. And as every year before, the inaugural pool party started.

“Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor of joining me at the pool?” Charles exaggeratedly held out his hand, as if we were Royals in a ball. Antics that I was happy to oblige with. Too happy for my dignity to recover. 

As we made our way inside, and swam a couple laps playing around on who is faster, we wound up floating peacefully on a corner with the sun beginning to set. 

“I missed you,” Charles said out of nowhere, making my heart do a somersault. 

“I miss you too,” I managed to reply, feeling the blush on my cheeks. 

“I want to hear from you more often. I know I’m busy with racing, but I always can make time for you Y/N.”

The thing about unrequited love is any show of affection feels like a marriage proposal. But of course I could not deny his request. He was, above all else, one of my best friends and one that I needed to be there for. 

Hervé Leclerc passed away the year before, a couple months after the summer vacation. We didn’t know it would be the last time we spent with him, and I was worried about what this year’s vacation would be like with the boys’ father missing. 

“I’m always here for you,” I vowed and he gave me a quick, chaste kiss on my forehead. To make sure I wouldn’t forget my promise. 

As I looked at Charles’ glistening face against the darkening sun, I realized we would be okay. 

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charles_leclerc added to his stories

Day 2

“Chérie,” was the first voice I heard as I woke up, with Arthur knocking on my door for show and letting himself in.

“Too early,” I whined back and hid under the covers, to have them ripped from me by the guy in my room.

“It’s time for the sunrise beach walk,” he replied and I knew he was right, so I let myself be dragged outside the house. I couldn’t say no, since the sunrise walk at least once during the vacation is also a tradition between Arthur and I.

It was also worth it; we silently agreed for that to be time to catch up, be honest, and be vulnerable ever since we began taking the walks. This one would be particularly hard too.

“I really, really miss my dad,” he said, putting his arm around my shoulders to walk side by side.

I didn’t know how to handle Hervé’s death with the boys. 

Enzo was older than me, even beyond his years, and there was nothing I could say that would be wiser, or better than what he had to say.

Arthur was quiet and reasonable, way more accepting of inevitables than me, more useful to himself than me.

Charles was passionate but closed, a master at compartmentalization, never letting me in even if I’d like to.

But Arthur, ever my closest friend, still needed my support.

“I know you do,” I replied softly and squeezed his hand. “It’s only normal, and I’m sorry you’ve been dealt these cards.”

Grief is a strange thing, but on the beach I hoped I let Arthur know that I would always be by his side, and that the sun will always rise again for him. With his steady breathing while leaning on me as we sat on the sand, I knew he understood.

arthur_leclerc added to his stories

y/ninstagram added to her stories

Day 3

y/ninstagram added to her stories

ameliedeveraux20 added to her stories

This was the third year Arthur and I were invited to parties that Alexandre and Charles went to. The promotion from little siblings to cool siblings opened up a new world in Nice. Especially one where I could ignore my schoolgirl crush on Charles through alcohol.

So I happily got ready, into a pink summer dress and into the car that would drive us all to an even bigger house filled with a bunch of privileged European kids ready to drink the night away.

The first drink came from Antoine, who sadly had a beautiful girl around his arms that indicated he wouldn’t be a good distraction. The second one came from Amelie, my Nice girlfriend, who was happy as ever to see me and catch up with me before she also found an arm candy and promptly left. The third one was on me, as I was forced to stare at Charles making out with a girl I learned was named Charlotte.

After that, I stopped counting and kept drinking, joining the dance floor to enjoy the numb feeling in my face, the new found careless attitude, and the music blasting in my ears.

Before I could process it, Arthur was in front of me, the blush on his face indicating he was also intoxicated. What started as a normal jumping around like one does at a party, progressed to a point where his hands were on my waist and my hands were on his neck.

I couldn’t even recognize the song anymore, too entranced on the way his eyes were on mine. There were no words, as was usual between him and I. We just knew.

I wouldn’t take the first step, but he would. Arthur’s lips met mine in a strong, messy kiss. I didn’t pull away. I did want it. And it wasn’t scary.

When we stopped to take a breath, I realized I wanted to kiss him again. As I was leaning in, taking the initiative myself now, another force pulled me away.

I walked by inertia, trying not to fall down in following who was leading me away from the crowd. When I looked up, I recognized it to be Charles.

I couldn’t breathe from the adrenaline of the kiss I just shared, but also from the touch of Charles’ hand on mine, even if it was to take me out of the party.

My reaction was all too slow, finally starting to protest.

“What are you doing? Let me go,” I defensively said, snatching my hand away from his. The butterflies didn’t leave anyways.

“You’re drunk, let’s go home,” Charles coldly replied and held my hand again on his way to the car.

“Why would I want to go home? I’m having fun,” I continued to protest and he continued to pay me no mind.

As he put me inside the vehicle, despite my clumsy attempts to fight it, and slammed the door, I continued to think about what this could possibly be about. Where was Charlotte? Where was Arthur? What was happening?

My head spun and he got in the driver’s seat, turning the ignition on.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re drunk. You don’t kiss people when you’re drunk.”

“That makes no sense.”

“You don’t kiss people you haven’t kissed sober.”

“Its Arthur!”

“Exactly!”

The back and forth continued all the way to the house, my thoughts sobering up with every passing moment.

“If you don’t want me to be with your brother because you don’t think I’m good enough, that’s really not your choice,” I told him decisively, crossing my arms and pouting like a child throwing a tantrum.

That was the only explanation for what Charles just did. He didn’t think a Leclerc should be with someone like me, and was doing everything he could to prevent it.

When he started laughing, I wasn’t so convinced anymore.

“What’s so funny?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. I just made the biggest scene out of jealousy, and you’re saying I don’t think you’re good enough.”

Time froze and my mouth went dry. The confession made its way through my entire bloodstream, replacing the alcohol effects with pure shock. My head was spinning for entirely different reasons, and my brain couldn’t bring the words out. What would I even say?

I opened my mouth but nothing came out, and Charles put his face on his hands in frustration, before leaving the car. I still could only think what is happening?

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/Splatterlewis!! one of my top favorite Lewis muses. I don’t really do like-- rankings because each interpretation of a character is different and interesting in its own right, but he’s definitely at the top of the list of enjoyable muses i’ve interacted with. I love how he’s written so so much. He’s so conflicted and he struggles with a darkness and hating himself for it and I just adore his struggles and how he’s changed over the years and grown and the person he’d developed into. He feels real and interesting and well-rounded and every time i get to rp or interact with him, like bluescarf I just-- vibrate (internal Arthur also does the brain machine brr noise whenever I see  him on my dash lol)

The mun is also incredibly kind. They are smart, clever, passionate, and have interesting stories and have such detailed worldbuilding it leaves me in awe. I really love listening to them talk about their different muses and talking or rping out thoughts or ideas and I love when we get to do something bigger, especially with others like bluescarf and stuff. it’s clear how much they love and enjoy the muses they make and I love the chance to even for a minute interact with the worlds and characters they build and create. 

The mun is also funny and sweet and cares about their friends. I’m lucky to know them and be able to talk to or even just listen to them and I adore them and am fortunate to call them a friend. it’s also endearing how they get when I do something nice for them, which only incentivizes me lol because there’s nothing like hearing how much someone loves something you did or how much it means and they do an excellent job at that

#splatterlewis mention #ooc #tristan rambles #positive #url meme #ask meme answers #i had found splatter's blogs as one of the first rp ones i ever saw and i was in love with the concept #but he's only gotten better and stronger and i love him even more now #and covet every chance i get to do things with him #i sometimes worry arthur's crush gets in the way of things by making it weird or puts on undue pressure #but i hope they know i don't expect them to go in that direction and i'd just be happy to do anything with them #I think splatter is a great mun and while i feel bad #they'd probably let me know #Anonymous #answering things

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Dating George Weasley Would Include

Let’s get one thing straight, it doesn't matter what house you're in

Sure, it would be a bonus if you were in Gryffindor because that would mean he wouldn't have to sneak into your common room to be with you 

Blood status also doesn't matter to him

If he loves you, he loves all of you

The reason you and George are together is all thanks to Fred 

He had grown sick and tired of George constantly talking about you 

How pretty you were 

How nice you smelled 

How he felt butterflies every time you smiled at him 

The boy must have been in-love or something

On the other hand, Fred had found out you had feelings for George by constantly bugging you on the subject till you cracked and told him

Being the oblivious pair George and you were, neither of you had realised the others feelings 

This is when Fred decided to take matters into his own hands 

His plan consisted of locking both you and George in a janitors closet until you both confessed your feelings 

He had told you guys to meet him in this particular closet for an emergency meeting

With the two of you being so ignorant, you walked into this closet, wondering where Fred was and why he had chosen such a weird place to meet 

As soon as you guys crossed the line, that’s when Fred had locked the door 

“Fred! what are you doing? Let us out!” (you and George started to yell)

“If you guys want out, then there’s something you should get off your chest first”

You both knew instantly what he was talking about 

Fred’s plan was almost fool-proof except for the fact that both you and George had your wands and could just alohomora your way out 

Oh, wait...

Fred had known you too well and knew you both always left your wands in the dorm during free time before dinner 

“Fred this isn't funny”(George was starting to get on edge)

“Do you hear me laughing?”

The closet was small(but who said you found it a problem(; )

A couple of minutes passed 

“Look (y/n)...”(George began to say slowly)

“I- I like you”

“I like you a lot, more than a friend probably should”(was that his heart pounding in his chest George could hear?)

At that moment your head shot up to meet his gaze 

Did he just confess his feeling to you?

Did he feel the same?

Hope began to form in your heart 

“George...”(he was ready for his heart to be broken)

“I’ve felt that way since I first met you”(a smile began to break on your face)

When I tell you that that boys smile lit up the room 

Nothing more was shared at that moment except for a hungry kiss 

He had been craving your lips for awhile now 

Of-course the moment only lasted so long before Fred swung the door open

“Ew, gross guys!”

The two of you just grinned 

If you are not in Gryffindor, then your days usually consisted of sneaking into the others common room

It’s a usual thing

Cuddling on the couch 

Playing board games 

Your friends(and others in your house) are used to seeing George around 

Surprisingly, you guys have never been caught(thanks to the marauders' map)

He’s always waiting outside of the common room so you guys can walk to breakfast together

You guys always sit next to each other in the great hall

If you are in a different house, he will walk you to your common room at the end of the day and give you a kiss goodnight(which usually gets a bit heated)

Pet names

Darling and gorgeous are his most used

You can’t help but get butterflies every-time those words roll of his tongue

“Well hello gorgeous” 

Small forms of PDA

Hand holding 

Arm around your shoulder 

Arm around your waist 

Temple kisses 

Cheek kisses 

Knuckle kisses 

He LOVES it when you play with his hair and just melts into your touch 

I have a theory that the twins give the BEST hugs

Bear hugs that engulf you

Hugs from behind where he pulls you closer to him

(and he’s always so warm...like what?)

You love wearing his jumpers

Yes, they are always baggy on you

You love the smell of them though(strawberries, vanilla and a bit of a smoky hint)because it’s just like having George there

He gives you one of his jumpers to keep so you would stop stealing all his other ones

It’s your favourite item of clothing and you always wear it to bed

Your first “I love you” came out of nowhere

The two of you were in the common room studying for an upcoming test

You should have been in your bed by now but of-course this test was more important than your exhaustion

With papers strewn across the table and your hand cramping from writing, you continued with your work, although George had stopped

Suddenly, you had become aware of him gazing at you

“Can I help you?”

“It’s nothing, you’re just...so beautiful”

You couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on your cheeks

“I love you”

The phrase was just audible

You had looked up in shock unsure if you had heard right

George was yet to comprehend what he had said when it all hit him

“Oh (y/n), I’m sorry! It just sort of slipt out- I didn’t mean to say it- I mean I want to say it because I love you but not that-”

You just chuckled at his constant rambling

“George, calm down, I love you too”

“I don’t want to make you se- wait, what did you just say?”

“I love you too”(you said it gently)

“Really..?”(he didn't sound too convinced)

In gesture, you gave him a sweet kiss, melting into the moment

It seemed to calm his mind

Spending summer and Christmas at the burrow

Molly loves you 

She knits one of her famous sweaters for you for Christmas  

If you are muggle-born(or even half-blood), Arthur loves when you tell stories about muggle life 

When Ron was younger, he had a BIG crush on you 

Now when he thinks about it, he just gets embarrassed

Ginny looks up to you(and thinks you're a bad bish)

You and Ginny love to have sleepovers together and gossip about all the people in Hogwarts

You also get filled in on all her latest “love life” with Harry  

Fred is one of your best and closest friends 

He is happy that George found someone to make him happy 

You’re Fred’s wing-women(although he doesn't agree because you haven’t done the best of jobs)

You guys love to tease George together 

Although it’s mainly just Fred teasing you and George 

“Can you guys get a room?!”

It was in those moments that Fred may have regretted locking you guys in that closet 

As much as he loves you, he does get a bit tired of hearing George talk about you all-day(nothing changed since he confessed his feelings for you)  

Lee is also a close friend to you 

It was only inevitable for you guys to bond with the twins being best friends with him

Many times have the two of you tried to get back at Fred and George with a prank 

Sadly, the twins somehow always manage to know what you guys are planning 

Let’s just say they prank you guys twice as hard for trying to outdo the masters 

The twins are always playing “light” pranks on you 

From dying your hair bright pink

To slipping a small amount of love potion into your drink 

It’s always a risk being around the two of them 

They love to get you involved in their pranks 

This usually means standing guard though):

You remember this one time in potions when you were first learning about amortentia

There was a fresh batch of it at the front of the class and everyone around the room was trying to get a whiff 

“Do I even have to ask what it smells like to you darling?” 

You closed your eyes and gave a sharp inhale 

“Vanilla, candy apples and amber” (you had said it so innocently)

George’s face was painted in horror 

“What?!” 

He was in disbelief because he KNEW he didn’t smell of amber or vanilla 

“CEDRIC?!” (the twins spoke rather loudly in unison)

“But- I- wha-”(George began to stutter on)

At that point, you couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer 

“I’m only joking!”

When I tell you how quick that boy calmed down 

“Oh thank Merlin”

That was revenge for staining your teeth blue for a whole week!

In all honesty, the pained look on George’s face when he realised you may not love him pained your heart 

On the other hand, Fred thought it was hilarious 

(If) you play quidditch for Gryffindor, then you are a chaser, otherwise, you are whatever position you got placed into 

If you are not in Gryffindor, then you are always watching the quidditch game and supporting the twins(unless it’s your house playing)

He loves to find you in the crowd 

You’re his #1 fan 

Steamy kisses after the game

If they win the game then it’s going to be a lot more than kissing(;

He has ended up in the hospital wing a couple of times because of the game

It has never been too serious but you still can’t help but worry for him 

“You know, even with a black eye and bloody face, I’m still the better-looking twin”

Fred just cracked up 

“He must still be a bit loopy from all that pain killer”

If you don’t play quidditch, then George has defiantly tried to teach you

It didn’t go too well

You ended up falling off the broom at only 1 meter off the ground

Face-planted into the grass

Ended with you having a dislocated jaw

George felt guilty for the rest of the month and wouldn't stop apologising

Meanwhile, Fred had fallen on his ass from laughing too hard

Trips to Hogsmeade

Raiding Honeydukes

Dates at the Three Broomsticks

Drinking enough butterbeer to get tipsy 

Lots of puns and dad jokes 

You were once learning how to produce a Patronus in DA when someone had just spelled a deer

You looked over at George to see him struggling a bit with the spell

And that’s when the awful pun left his mouth

“Oh deer, I just can’t seem to produce a Patronus” 

You tried to hold in your laugh 

“Shove off Weasley”

He takes you to the Yule Ball

It’s a magical night 

Full of dancing 

Screaming the lyrics to the songs playing 

Drinking fire whisky that Fred had smuggled in

Drunk snogging to the point where Snape found you guys and took 5 points off each of you 

Dancing around the common room 

Sneaking into the kitchens to steal food 

Tickle fights(I feel like George is very ticklish)

Swimming in the Black Lake on a dare 

Snowball fights in the winter 

He never fails to make you laugh

He is more of the shy, reserved twin 

Sometimes you just have to remind him that he is loved and noticed 

He will compare himself to Fred and it will never be positive 

You will reassure him and hold him for however long he needs

If what he needs is a good vent then you are ready to listen no matter what you are doing 

He is more important 

He is also more of the jealous twin 

Don’t get me wrong, he won't go all psycho boyfriend when he sees another guy talking to you 

He respects you and knows you would never leave him for someone else 

But if there is flirting going on or the guy is trying to make a move 

Let’s just say his temper won't last long 

“Hello darling”

Que passionate kiss between George and you 

“Sorry mate, she’s already taken”

You had never seen a guys face go paler 

Or seen George go so smug 

He always knows what to do when you're sad

He will listen to your every last word if you have to vent 

Or he will hold you in his arms for hours while whispering sweet nothings into your ear if all you want to do is cry it out 

By the end of it, you can't help but feel just a little bit better because of him 

He loves to hear about your day and you can’t deny that he is the best listener

He low key has separation anxiety  

He LOVES to spoon

Definitely the big spoon

Although he can’t help but love to be the little spoon sometimes 

“Hey um...Do you mind if we?...”

“You wanna be the little spoon?”

“Yes please...”

He’s smiling on the inside 

He may be a little shy in public but he’s a freak in the sheets if you know what I mean(;

He’s usually top but it drives him crazy if you switch rolls 

I feel like he’s a hair puller?

Will always make sure you’re comfortable with everything 

Super gentle at times 

But also can be rough... 

Would never do anything that would hurt you 

Lots of cuddling after 

He loves to give you flowers just to see you get all flustered

One time he stole flowers from the school grounds

Little did he know, Mcgonagall had seen the whole thing

“Mr Weasley, are those flowers from Professor Sprout’s greenhouse?”

The look on his face was a dead give away

“Funny story actually Professor...”

Let’s just say it wasn’t the funniest of stories

Braiding his longer hair 

Showers together 

Piggyback rides to class

Studying in the library with Fred(but he usually just gets bored and leaves)

He reads to you 

Basically he is perfect in every way and will love you till the end 

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My headcanons For Gojo Satoru

This Dingus right here is a huge movie fan. Loves pretty much anything, the old classics black and white movies, foreign films, main stream movies and so bad that it’s good movies. He loves TV shows, he’s big Supernatural fanboy. Loves Dean  Winchester and strong shipper of Deancel, Walking Dead fan all the way. Both the comics, Tv show and games. (He only played the first season and balled his eyes out for a weeks, and refuses to play rest of the games) Dose have a soft spot of horror movies, Like The Screams, Halloween, The Saw  franchise, classic monster movies of course. Gotta respect the classics.

His favorite movies of all time are  Beetlejuice (Satoru’s roll model) Corpse Bride, Frankenweenie, Edward scissors hand The Princess Bride , all the old George Romero zombie movies, again classic monster movies, The Lord Of The Rings and Hobbit  franchise. He’s a big Bruce Campbell fan, and loves, loves all the Evil Dead movies and show. Loves Deadpool and has a huge man crush Ran Reynolds. Loves all Marvel Movies. Big Spider Man fanboy.

His favorite Disney movies are Princess and the frog, disney’s Atlantis, Tangrled, 101 Dalmatians, Emperors new groove, Hercules, Toy Story, but he can’t watch the 3rd because he will cry for ours.

He wasn’t a sorcerer, he would have loved to be an actor or  film Director.

Dose play videos games, Pretty much played all the telltale games, Loves Red Dead redemption games The second one is his favorite, and loves Arthur Morgan. He’s only played Season 1 of the Walking Dead and still not over Lee’s death. Loves Stardew Valley, Pokemon and Animal Crossing.

Our boy loves his sweets, but hates eating his veggies. Trying to get this grown ass man to eat veggies is like a small fish trying fight a great white shark. It’s fight everyone is going to lose.

His favorite Tv shows’s are the Walking Dead, Game of Throwns, The Office both American and British, Big Big Doctor Who fan, loves the 10th Doctor (David Tennen is his boy) Watched Pokémon Anime that has come out the years, knows the lore like that back of his hand.

This man loves to crossdress, love to wear fancy ballgown dress, sundress and  skirts. He can walk around in high heels with easy. He owns a lot high heels shoes.

Drinks a lot of coffee, 5-8 cups a day. Cannot stand the bitterness plane coffee. He adds 12 spoonful of sugar and milk to each cup. Hell is coffee isn’t really coffee pure sugar and milk or as Nanami dubs a cup of diabetes and tooth decay.

This man has the maturity of a 6 year old. He still think fart jokes are hilarious, it you say the word ‘booger’ this man child will start laughing uncontrollably, and he makes a lot dick jokes whenever he can and innuendos. He will even go into random empty classrooms and draw a lot of stupid doodles of random shit, like you would see in kids notebook if they were bored in class, and he draws lot of that penises. For some reason he draw dicks all over the chock bored. He’s been doing this since meddle and high school, he still thinks it funny. No body else dose. ... possibly Yuji.

He will out no where will start singing show toons. He just dose. Weather he’s in a meeting, doing a mission, teaching a class or singing in the shower, he will hum or sing out right of no where. Disney songs he knows by heart, themes of anime he’s into or watching. It helps him to relax... Or annoyed the shit of the others. 

He dose not care spots but he dose enjoy baseball.

Gojo Satour’s ideal s/o

This man is a huge tease and jokester. He need someone who can match or almost his Energy.  Humor is a very important thing to him, help deal with some shit that he had to go through. Someone with a good sence of humor is one attraction to him.

He’s a patien guy, and understands that it some people take getting out their shells, and he’s very excepting, but as long as you don’t try to kill or hurt is students things should be fine.

He is very overprotective lover. His s/o could very powerful sorcerer, capable of handling themselves in battle with curses or evil sorcerers, still doesn’t change that this man will worry and will step in if things will get hairy for liking. But al the same time of s/o a very strong sorcerer and knows how to care of themselves in n a battle it dose put Satoru’a mind at ease in away, still hate the idea of being away from his lover is something to them or they get hurt. If his s/o got badly injured or his s/o was about the brink of dying. HELL. HAVE. NO. FURY. TO. THIS. MAN’S. ANGER. He kill without think twice. No mercy, no secret changes, just death. He’ll rushed over to help his S/o and take them to Dr. Shoko, and will not leave until they are taken care and healed.

He’s his overprotective of his s/o and students so don’t fuck with any of them and no has to die. This man kill with thinking twice about it.

This man is loaded. As cash, and would give Yuji, Megumi and Nobara some money to enjoy themselves with. But this man dose love to spoil his s/o when he could. Somethings he will go overboard and his s/o tells him but it’s not necessarily to spend all this money on them. Which makes him love them even more because they not love him for his money. However Gojo being, well, Gojo will randomly get bouquets of flowers for his lovely s/o I will bring it to them randomly. It doesn’t matter if they’re teaching a class or and a very important meeting with Yaga-San, he’ll ust pop out of nowhere with a big goofy grin on his face and give his s/o the flowers kiss them and disappears, there is an awkward and annoying silence from from the students or the principal. And his s/o mildly embarrassed, but flattered shall go on as if nothing happened. And it becomes has become a running joke around in the school.

Hugs, Kissses and Cuddles are a must.  Again Satour doesn’t give a shit there is a meeting or A class being taught when this man wants affection, he’s going to get affection. He’ll come from behind and rest his head on his s/o’s chin on his s/o’s head. (Because the guy’s freakishly tall) And will just annoyin the shit out of then until he gets what he wants. Then he will leave them alone, maybe not. He’s Hot mess of chaotic energy after all. Plus he thinks it’s adorable When they get a little annoyed with him.

Being Married To Gojo Satoru or just have a  domestic life with him

This man never really saw himself getting married. It’s something that he was rather against for a while, until he meets his s/o. Nothings really changed in their relationship after they got married, did a few years and they just try to not have nowhere Most of everyone at the school cannot believe that someone would actually marry this maniac. Either his s/o is as as patient as a saint, just as bad shit crazy as Gojo Satour himself.

He dose everything in his power too make this work, and so dose his s/o. The two of them being power for sorcerers is basically a couple goal, The ultimate couple. At least Satour says. That being said working as a Jujutsu Sorcerer is both a mental, emotional and sometimes a physical strain on people. When things get too much for S/O, this man will stop what he’s doing, and will will be there his s/o, and his will be there for him when he the most. Having someone being there each is the most important thing in a relationships.

His clan was very against their relationship from the beginning. But Satour did not care, he loves who he loves so his clan/family can suck it.

His favorite nicknames for s/o are Sweetness, cutiepie, pumpkin, sugar, sweetheart, honeybuns and to get cringy Pookie. So weird one’s like Mochi cheeks, and beautiful or handsome. 

His favorite nickname that his s/o calls sweetie, honey, goofball, goober and  whackadoodle, knucklehead and dingus

When s/o are going away for a mission for a few a few days or few month, or Vice versa they would text, FaceTime pretty everyday. They talk about they day, and talk about the missions that had. Satour would have his students in the background who would say hello, and he and Yuji would make stupid jokes, and Nobara would laugh a bit and Megumi would roll his eyes in the background. And when his s/o get back from a mission this man is a very clingy little shit, he will hug the hell out his s/o when they get back. And would pout and whin if you have to a meeting or don’t have to see him. He’s a big a baby like that.

Over all this man is just big goofball, sure he’s annoying as fuck sometimes, but he dose cares about other’s. He’s a hot chaotic mess of a man, by God we love him for it.

#jujutsu kaisen headcanons #gojo satoru #gojo satoru headcanons

[welllpthisishappening]

falling feels like flying ['til the bone crush]

Someone should revoke her title. 

They’re trying, Emma supposes. Inevitable death probably means people can’t call her savior anymore, but they shouldn’t call her that now and that’s almost entirely because of what an absolute and complete liar she is. Telling Killian she would have done the same after he admitted he didn’t get rid of the shears isn’t her most massive lie, although it might be her most ridiculous. And they both know it’s not true. She wouldn’t do the same thing, she has. More than once. 

AN: That gif has nothing to do with the story! Here is approximately 3.5K where I once again force Emma and Killian to acknowledge their trauma. Not in the Underworld this time, though! So maybe we’re all evolving here. I blame this gif set, which I saw this morning and felt compelled to write something about. Maybe that evolution is also a lie, actually. 

———

“I lied.” Killian hums, exhaustion clinging to the sound, and Emma understands that. Less so why she’s talking right now, but neither one of those words seemed particularly interested in preserving the quiet calm of this particular moment, and she’s never been a lightweight quite like this. In more ways than one, she supposes. Hazy thoughts drift through her brain, muddled as it is by buttered rum and the steady flicker of flames in the fireplace because naturally this is the sort of house that has multiple fireplaces, and she burrows her face closer. 

To Killian’s chest. 

Takes a deep breath, not quite slow, but maybe a little greedy, and they ordered both things. Pizza and Chinese, half-finished egg rolls and beheaded slices of cheese with extra peppers strewn across the coffee table because Emma always likes that extra bit of crust and Killian’s nothing if not a frustratingly endearing sort of pushover. 

With her, especially. 

She closes her eyes. 

“I lied,” Emma repeats, “in the hospital, I mean. Wrong verb tense.” “You’re not making any sense at all, darling.”

Her nose must be cold — if the way Killian tenses as soon as it brushes his skin is any indication, but Emma knows it’s far more than that and far deeper than that and she might be the world’s biggest idiot. Looming death does that to a person, she supposes. 

Breathing isn’t particularly easy. And that’s not only because she ate four pizza slices worth of crust. Still, using death as an excuse again seems like an emotional crutch and an unreasonable reason, her muddled mind capable of clinging to every single letter in that particular endearment. It might be her favorite. 

She’s not sure she’s ever told him that. 

Stupid, really. 

“I told you that I get it; what you did today, and that part’s definitely true. But, uh, the rest of it. That I would have done the same thing? Total lie, right? I mean, I did it. That’s what happened.” Nothing. Just flickering flames and the quiet hum of a TV, neither one of them has been interested in actually watching all night. Emma doesn’t even know what channel they’re on. For all she knows, the remote’s in the kitchen. 

She counts inhales. Tries to keep her exhales measured, most of her face still pressed into the collar of Killian’s shirt as it is. And it takes about five full seconds before his hand moves, starts tracing a calm line up her spine, following that path until he reaches the base of her neck and the goosebumps that have already exploded on her skin and oxygen is overrated anyway. Holding her breath as soon as his fingers card through the ends of hair is basically instinct at this point. 

“Felt wrong to point that out at the time,” he mutters, “all things considered.” “Been kind of a long day.” “Reuniting with long-lost relatives will do that.” Scoffing is not the best reaction. Nothing about this is funny. Includes far too much death and dismay, and Emma’s gaze flickers up. Of its own accord and something much deeper, like the absolute refusal to accept a world where he does not exist. 

Goddamn Captain Hook. 

She loves him so much sometimes she thinks she’ll simply burst with the force of it all. 

It’s a gross thought, honestly. 

And they’ve already spent far too much time in the hospital today.

“Is he ok? Li—” Cutting herself off, Emma grits her teeth, but one side of Killian’s mouth is already tugging up, and the kiss that lands on her forehead is as soft as anything. Maybe bursting isn’t so bad, actually. So long as she can come up with another word for it. “God, that’s so weird.” Killian hums. “Indeed.” “Thoughts, feelings, et cetera?” “Vast. And none of them particularly pleasant.” “Seems fair. That sort of day, huh?” “Indeed.” They need more blankets. Need more things that are theirs in a collective sort of way, but that’s a dangerous and disingenuous train of thought, and Emma’s fingers twitch towards the fire. To ward off the sudden chill that’s settled between her shoulder blades, and it almost works, but it does absolutely nothing to help the sway of her stomach and the acid lingering in the back of her throat, threatening to burn far more than what these meager flames are able to do. 

“Should have finished high school,” Emma mumbles, “then I could choose more accurate verb tenses from my inevitably vast vocabulary. Did. Have done. Would do again, several thousand times over.”

“That’s the future tense.” None of his words come with any kind of pointed emotion, but Emma hears it all the same. Can see the tightness that lingers in the corners of his mouth and the way he’s holding his shoulders, straight as a line, and some joke about rigging that she no intention of making, and the furrow between his brows makes every muscle in her chest twist. Ache too, for good measure. 

With the promise of everything she wants to say and everything she hasn’t or can’t and—

Fuck magic, quite honestly. And the rules no one’s bothered to mention until now. Seems like poor planning on everybody’s part. 

“You heard me.” “I did,” Killian agrees lightly, and his hand has never actually stopped moving. It’s nice. Steady. Something Emma can almost nearly time her breathing too. “I would also choose that particular tense. If given the choice, that is.” “Do you not think you have that?” “I don’t particularly enjoy the thought. I’m rather partial to the option of whim, you see. Pirate and all that. We don’t much abide by schedules and fated decision.” “Seems like it’d be in the by-laws.” “Well, by-laws by their very nature are rather contradictory to the entire pirate notion, but you’ve got the gist of it at least.” Emma laughs. Doesn’t quite regret the sound, even as out of place as it is — just presses it into the edge of Killian’s shirt and the buttons he never bothers to do, trying to brandh the smell of him and the feel of him into every corner of her memory and she’s not really sure what happens after. Once the prophecy is fulfilled, and all that. 

She’s got too much unfinished business. 

To totally leave this particular plane of reality. 

She doesn’t mention that either. Not when the crux of that business is breathing steadily under her hand, and Emma can’t remember when she moved her hand, only that Killian’s warm under her touch, and he’s always so much warmer. Than just about anything else she’s aware of. 

“I thought you were dead.”

Of all the things Emma expects to happen in the midst of this night and this moment — and it’s really not a very long list, admittedly — that did not even make the cut. Wasn’t a consideration or a fledgling idea in the back of her mind, several different vertebrae almost audibly objecting when she jerks her head up. To find Killian staring straight ahead, lips not much more than a thin line across his face. 

Seriously, the rigging jokes almost write themselves. Which is more than Emma can say about her clearly piece of shit list, as metaphorical as it might be. 

“I don’t—” “—When I saw you,” Killian interrupts, and none of the words shake. Come out like a stream of consciousness and memories neither one of them have able to shake yet. Or talk about. Can’t possibly be healthy. “Chained to that stone, blood dripping into my mouth, and then all of a sudden, there you were. Worried I’d simply dreamt you up, couldn’t imagine how you looked quite that lovely in that hell hole, otherwise.” “Oh, that’s kind of insulting, actually.” “Hair like the bloody sun.” “Better,” Emma murmurs. Reaching up, her fingers tangle with the charms around his neck. Pieces of luck and trinkets she hasn’t learned all the stories to yet. The idea that she won’t makes her nauseous. “You told me ‘you shouldn’t be here.’” “Aye, and I meant it.” “Because you thought…” “Living people don’t often appear in such a God awful place, do they? Not without something tragic happening, and my mind was impressively efficient on that front.” “Which one is that?” “Every threat that’s ever lingered, every person I would have gladly run through if it meant you were safe. Half of goddamn Camelot.” Emma might snicker. Killian’s arm tightens, though. And that’s all she’s really worried about. “I think I could have taken Arthur. Y’know if it had come to that.” “Likely not a very good swordsman,” Killian nods, but that’s only so his lips can trace Emma’s temple and the top of her hair. More than once. Like he’s still making sure. “Pampered prince—” “—He was totally a king, babe. That’s like...the most basic Camelot knowledge.” “Ask me in five minutes if I care at all about anything to do with Camelot.” “Should I time it, or…” He scoffs. Presses another half dozen kisses to any spot he can reach, and he can actually reach a fair amount of places. Emma’s impressed. Swooning too, but also pretty impressed. “I kept thinking about you,” Killian says, softer than the last few words have been, and it sounds like an admission and another promise, and it’s weird that it can be both. At the same time. “This house. What it was and wasn’t. All those possible verb tenses.”

“I’m sorry.” “Ah, that’s not your fault, love. None of this is, really, but—well, it did make it so seeing you, realizing you were there...left all of those thoughts crashing down around my ears, so to speak. Falling apart, like an avalanche of what hadn’t been and what I still wanted so desperately. No matter what Hades did.” “Stupid stubborn.” “I believe there’s something about a pot and a kettle in this realm.” “Don’t have that cliche in the Enchanted Forest, huh?” “Not that I’m aware of, no.” “Maybe you just didn’t go to a good college.” “Tell me every Greek word you know,” Killian challenges, and Emma rolls her eyes. Ignores the first few flutters of a headache brewing at the base of her skull. “It didn’t seem fair.” “Which part?” “All of it is also rather vast, but mostly that if you were there, then it happened again.” Narrowing her eyes, Emma tries to piece together those letters and the syllables they make, only to be marginally annoyed when she can’t make sense of them. Killian kisses the bridge of her nose. 

She might have to go get Tylenol soon. 

“Losing you without fighting, without challenge the goddamn reaper myself, was worse than anything He could have done,” Killian continues, and he doesn’t have to be more specific. “Worse than whatever pain I’ve ever suffered. Cut off twenty more limbs; it wouldn’t even come close.” “Do you have that many?” “Your humor lacks a little something; you know that, Swan?” “It’s a defense mechanism.” He noses at her hair. Drags the soft hum of what could very well be either an agreement or the opposite, or maybe even the sort of deep-rooted understanding that’s allowed him to sneak his way into the center of everything, across her skin. The specifics don’t matter, only that Emma’s magic roars under her skin, an inferno, and a symphony, meeting the challenge that no one has really laid down yet. 

“Do that again,” Killian mutters, a low chuckle as Emma’s scratches at his side. 

“I’m not sure I can, honestly.” “Pity.” “Something like that, yeah. And you’re not totally right, you know?” “Ah, and that’s almost rude.” “I’m serious,” Emma says, “that’s—none of that was your fault either.” Tilting his head only ensures that several strands of hair he still hasn’t bothered to cut fall almost artfully across his forehead, and Emma is grateful to a variety of gods, Greek or otherwise, that Killian doesn’t mention how much her hand shakes. When she tries to brushes them away. His hook finds her wrist instead, cool metal against freezing cold skin, and the state of her tongue is going to be a problem. Large as it is in Emma’s mouth, making it all but impossible to properly swallow while Killian’s lips sweep the bend of her knuckles. 

“Charmer.” “Aye, that’s my endgame.” There’s not enough room between them for him to run his hand across his face like Emma knows he wants to, and part of that isn’t really a bad thing, but the rest just seems like another entirely unfair thing, and Emma knows the rest is coming. Makes tears burn her eyes all the same. “They were just...gone, you understand? No chance to do anything about it. One moment they were living and breathing. Then Liam was dead. Slumped in my arms in the corner of a cabin he was supposed to spend the rest of his career in. He—he would have been a very good captain.” “So are you,” Emma says, fierce and determined, and Killian kisses in the inside of her palm. She’s moved her hand again. To cup his cheek. 

“For a time, maybe. But then she was gone too, and I thought I could feel it, you know. The exact way her heart crumbled in his hand, tiny bits of dust that I never wanted to blow off the deck. Like some of her still managed to stay. Is that—” The muscles in his throat move, jaw clenching, and Emma has to blink. She hopes the moisture on her cheeks isn’t tears. She’s not sure what’s a better option, really. “Must sound daft.” “No. I—I get that too.” “Do you?” “Not the only one who’s watched Rumplestilskin hold the heart of someone you loved.”

He can’t be holding his breath. His chest is moving much too quickly, but the burst of air that all but flies out of Killian is enough to ruffle the ends of Emma’s hair and possibly even dry some of the tears she’s still refusing to acknowledge, and she can’t get closer to him. 

She makes an admirable effort all the same. 

Like occupying the same few inches of space will ensure that she stays there. 

“Did you—” Killian starts, looking almost pained as the words war for his voice on the tip of his tongue. “Did you like her?” That didn’t make the list, either. It’s entirely possible that Emma is just garbage at making lists. She nods. “Anyone who loves you as much as I do is fine with me. Better than, even.”

His expression shifts again. Light lingers in his gaze, cautious hope, and misplaced optimism, gears whirring in his head that Emma can’t almost convince herself she hears. Her verb tense was on purpose that time. 

That’s a confidence boost, all things considered.

“She was something fierce,” Killian says, sounding reminiscent and not as sad as Emma has worried he must be. “Once she got away from him. Could get a grown man to do her bidding with a single look, the kind of glare that’d set you on fire from the inside out. It was—they loved her too. Men on the ship, would have followed her to the ends of the Earth if she’d asked. Probably even if she hadn’t.” 

His next inhale becomes an exhale almost immediately.

“She never would have asked,” Killian adds, almost entirely to himself, but then his eyes are back on Emma, and they’re a little glossy and just as blue and she’s holding her breath now. “She liked you too, I know it.” “I think she thought I was crazy, actually. Gold didn’t really have much tact in the...introductions.” “Ah.” “Right?” “Right,” he echoes, a pale imitation of her voice that makes Emma’s cheeks ache. From smiling. Legitimately smiling. Huh. “But I suppose that’s part of it, though. She was there again, and I—” “—I’m sorry. For...for all of it.” “Still not your fault, love.”

“How did you know?” she asks, and her voice doesn’t sound much like her either. Wobbles and warbles and some other word that fits the alliteration. “About me. And not being…”

“Dead?” Killian’s eyebrows jump. “Strawberries.” “Excuse me?” “That soap you use in your hair. Smells like strawberries, or strawberry adjacent maybe. Manufactured just a bit. I think it’s my favorite smell in the world.” “Backhanded compliment.” “No, no,” Killian shakes his head. His hair moves again. “It’s not. It’s—well, it’s you, love. Smells like everything that you are and—”

“—I’m manufactured?” “If you let me finish,” he chides, and Emma all but yanks her lips behind her teeth, “It smells like home. Smells like falling asleep next to you and a distinct lack of blankets.” He nips at the tip of her nose. She scoffs again; that’s why. “And your distractingly cold feet, and leather jackets, and how the smell clings to the collars, no matter how long it’s been since you’ve worn them. Lingers on your pillow too, and the fronts of my shirt. You fall asleep against me quite often, you know that.” “Can sleep anywhere,” Emma reasons. “Might be my greatest talent.” “I don’t know about that.” “If I call you charmer again, will you hold it against me for lack of synonyms?” “Tell me how charming I am again.” Emma scrunches her nose. “Now it sounds like my dad.” “Let’s leave the prince out of this. He’s only a prince, aye?” “Far as I know, yeah.” “Good, good. Strawberries, love. Touching you helped too, though. If we’re being frank.” “Anything except blunt force honesty seems silly now, doesn’t it?” Killian nods. Slow and measured, like anything else will snap this tenuous peace, and maybe they can just sleep on the couch. Getting up is an impossible prospect right now. Maybe they can make out a little before they fall asleep. 

“It’s a very big house,” Emma whispers, and they should really figure out a schedule for conversations like this. Talking about it all at once is exhausting. 

“It is.” “You don’t want to expand upon that?” “Oh, I want a great number of things I shouldn’t,” Killian admits, “but as much as I appreciate this fresh round of honesty we’re engaging in, the false hope would—” “—There’s no such thing,” Emma interrupts. “False hope. It’s an oxymoron, ask my mother. And I think you should get some sort of crew again.” “How would you suggest I populate such a thing?” She shrugs. Nearly hits Killian in the chin in the process. “Untold stories. Dwarves.” “I will not have dwarves on my ship.” “See, I knew you’d have opinions. And there was a possessive pronoun in there that time.” “Was there not before?” “No,” she says. “Just called it the ship. Like it’s not the most important thing you have.” “Well, it’s not.” Emma’s cheeks warm. “That was very smooth.” “Someone did guarantee I was a very good captain earlier.” Space continues to be relatively minimal between them, but Killian’s nothing if not adaptable, and he works with what he’s got. Swinging Emma’s legs perpendicular over his, she’s nearly sitting on his lap, an arm slung over his shoulders, which makes it even easier to get her fingers into his hair and his head to rest against hers, and he takes another deep breath. “I know you understand, Emma,” he says, soft and serious, and she doesn’t bother doing anything except cling to him. With everything she’s got left. “All of it, from the very start. So I don’t think I’ll apologize, actually. For what I’ve done, or what I’d still be willing to do. I won’t give up on you, do you understand me?” “Didn’t,” Emma says, only a little optimistic that’s the right verb tense. Maybe she can get her GED, or something. Before all of this ends. “In Camelot, or after. Accept or acknowledge, and I probably would have—” 

Announcing that killing Gold for what he’d done to Killian regularly crossed her mind in the twenty-four hours or so before they finally made it to the Underworld doesn’t really have the right sentiment for this conversation. Far too violent, and just as honest. 

She’d consider killing him now, too. 

For everything he’s doing, and everything he hasn’t, and she should have shoved him in that river. 

Killian doesn’t smile. At least not in a way that reaches his eyes, the same ones that are looking at Emma again, all blue and earnest, and his shoulders shift. When her fingers graze his chin, more than stubble there because, she imagines, spending a day or so underwater with a sibling he only sort of wants and kind of knows doesn’t leave much time for facial-type grooming. 

It’s a good look, though. 

Most of them are, in Emma’s experience. 

“This entire time,” she continues, “you haven’t given up on me yet.” “Works both ways, darling.” “That one crosses realms, huh?” “Pick up things spending so much time with you.” There’s nothing extra in the words. No sap-filled sentiment or promises she’s only a little hopeful will become actions. And they haven’t talked about the rest; might not even have time, but Emma will let herself think about all these empty rooms anyway, of the exact shade Killian’s eyes go when he stands at the helm, and she hopes he doesn’t cut his hair. Not yet, at least. Longer strands make it easier to touch him, to leave a lasting mark, and settle into his center the same way he’s taken root in hers. 

They fall asleep on the couch. 

#cs ff #captain swan #cs fic #captain swan fic #captain swan ff #laura writes canon #force characters to talk 2k4ever #also remember when i wanted to write about killian not getting to see milah in the underworld? #have some of that here too #just for fun

[arcadianstuff]

School rivals p.t 7

This is a long one ! I honestly have no idea how many parts this is going to have but I’ll make a master list for my works so far if you guys want ? Anyways enjoy !!

"Hope you don’t mind love." You could practically hear the smirk in Douxie’s voice as his arms circled around your waist, the intimate touch brining a blush to your cheeks. Thankfully, Douxie couldn’t see it. Sat behind you on your motorcycle, he was oblivious to the way your cheeks had reddened.

"Not at all Casperan," you tried to brush off the growing warmth inside your stomach and smirked as you took off down the street,"hold on tight !"

The wind rushed past you both, it’s cold touch sending chills down your spine as the feeling of flying had you hollering a little. Perhaps you could’ve been quieter given that the town of Arcadia was just starting to come alive in the early morning. Mr. Benoit's cafe was opening to feed the morning commuters and caffeine deprived college kids. A couple of high schoolers littered the streets, clearly not excited at the prospect of attending morning lessons.

Three said high schoolers shot you and Douxie withering glares as they trudged up the steps of Arcadia High school.

"No fair Jimbo, (Y/n) and Douxie get to go off on an adventure and we have senor uhl's Spanish tests first thing." Toby wailed, wallowing in his own self pity before stuffing a Nougat Nummy in his mouth. It wasn’t the best breakfast.

Jim had been focused on the retreating forms of his sister and Douxie but spun around, face paling at Toby words.

"What do you mean a test ?!" At his distressed yells, Claire giggled a little and pat her boyfriend sympathetically on the back.

"Come on boys. I’ll try and help you study in the like...20 minutes we have before class ?" The two said boys just grumbled gratefully at her offer, and the three kids trudged up and into the school, overwhelmingly envious of you and Douxie who’d escaped the clutches of the American education system.

It made you giggle a little that Douxie was clutching a little tighter to you as you sped down the streets, heading towards the canal where Blinky had told you to meet him. Again you became acutely aware of the warmth emitting from Douxie, the feeling of his breath on your neck not helping to keep your blush down

In those moments before you reached the canals, you contemplated the way your relationship with Douxie had changed. Only a week ago the two of you had been enemies, or at least disliked each other. Annoying each other, always trying to one up the other or get a good dig in. And yet here you were, his arms around you as w began the adventure that you’d felt like you’d been waiting for your entire life. Maybe without the murderous ancient spirits and weird glowing trolls.

Things were changing. You just hoped you could adapt fast enough.

At least Arcadia didn’t seem so boring as it once did, in fact you didn’t feel the same longing to escape the confinements of the tiny town you’d grown up in. Maybe....just maybe you might call this place home a little bit longer.

Hidden under the shade of the bridge, you spotted one hulking form and another much smaller one. With a roar from your bike, you came to a stop next to them giving Douxie a fright at the sharpness of the stop. Said wizard looked a little paler than usual as he dismounted your bike. In fact he almost looked like he was going to be sick.

"Oh don’t be such a baby my driving’s fine." You rolled your eyes at the wizard's behaviour who just gave you a flabbergasted look.

"You drive like a bloody mad man love." Douxie retorted, feeling a little shaky as he approached the two trolls. Luckily, the enjoyment he’d felt at wrapping his arms around you had dulled the fear of your reckless driving. Thank god your mum and never seen you on your bike because she’d smash it to pieces if she saw the way yiu drove.

"Ah yes miss (Y/n) and Hisirdoux." Feeling the growing tension and sensing an oncoming argument, Blinky decided to interject quickly, very aware of the time pressure enough were under. He needed to get you both to the sword as soon as possible.

"Hey big guy." You smiled up at Aargh who waved one of his yeti sized hands at you, a smile lighting up his face. You’d take a liking to the pacifist.

"Hello sister of Jim." He responded, waving at Douxie as well.

"Okay no time for formalities I’m afraid. We don’t have much time if what you, miss (Y/n), are saying is true." The happy atmosphere between friends was shattered at the troll's serious demeanour, his eyes hard. Yet again you were reminded of the severity of your situation, the pressure beginning to weigh you down.

With a sharp nod, you matched the troll's serous expression with your own, brows furrowing as the troll pulled out a decaying sheet of paper. The ancient scroll rolled out into a fading map, which you quickly realised was of Arcadia.

"Here you will find Excalibur," Blinky pointed to a spot not to far from your current location the group of you peering down at the map,"but I warn you (Y/n), if you pull that sword from the stone you will have a responsibility that you cannot shed."

For a second you met the eyes of the wise old troll. Blinky had his doubts at first about you, he’d been aware of your existence much like he’d been aware of Barbara's, except you’d never met them like she had. But you’d managed to survive against all odds, and clearly had a will of steel. He just hoped you had it in you to face what was coming next.

"Thank you, both of you." You smiled up at the two, before departing, Douxie again thanking them as he followed you from out under the bridge and into the sunlight.

There was obvious signs of tension that hadnt been there before, like the way your shoulders were tensed and your hands had balled into fists, nearly crushing the map you held in one of them.

He wanted to say something, anything to comfort you. When had he gone from insulting you to ranting to comfort you ? Honestly, he had no clue.

Clearly, the two of you weren’t aware of the fine line between love and hate.

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"Are you sure about this love ?" The wizard glanced between you and the shining silver emerald of the sword not to far from you. His question was laced with worry as he watched you stare at the weapon with unreadable eyes.

It’s golden hilt shone in the sunlight, practically glowing like a firefly. Douxie repeated his question but it fell on deaf ears. It was like a glass dome had descend upon you, blocking out everything except you and the sword. Yiu couldn’t feel the wind on your face nor hear the chirping of the birds hidden in the trees. There was only you and the sword which drew you in like a lot to a flame.

Tiny, undeterminable whispers began to fill the air as you moved closer to the sword, growing in volume with every step you took. With wide eyes Douxie watched you appraoch the swor,d almost as if yiu were in a trance.

"Love ? (Y/n) w-wait !" The wizard lunged for you, to pull you back away form the sword, but it was too late.

A blast of light threw the man backwards, his back colliding hard with the grass. His body racked with coughs as he pushed himself up, swearing at the sharp pain that shot up his sides. But the swears died on his lips as his gaze fell on you.

The moment your hand wrapped around the sword it felt like everything was right. A power you’d never felt before rushed through your body, lighting your veins on fire as with ease you pulled the sword from the stone. A feat Jim hadn’t been able to compe,the but you had.

Excalibur was yours to wield.

"Excalibur is yours now child. Do better than I. Bring honour to the Pendragon bloodline., something I could not." The whispers finally took form onto a distinguishable voice, that of a man's.

"A-Arthur ?" Your question was never answered, and you were left to stare at the sword in your right hand in both horror and wonder.

It was surprisingly light for such a strong looking weapon, and the blade gleamed dangerously as it caught the sun. With an experimental swing, you sliced through the air the move to feeling as natural as holding the sword did. This made sense. The weapon, the magic it all felt right to you. Maybe this sienhat you’d been searching for so long.

A smirk lifted the corners of your lips as yiu souna round to face the flabbergasted wizard, who stared at you in of wonder, awed at the sight before him.

"So what do you think ? Am I a knight in the making ?" You joked, laughing a little as you teasingly pointed the tip of the sword at Douxie's chest who merely smirked back at you and gently pushed the sword to the side.

"I wouldn’t quite say so yet. Would you like a little training ?" He asked cockily, enjoying the look of surprise on your face as his wizard's staff materialised in his hand. Sometimes you forgot that the man was a powerful wizard.

Your smirk grew and you placed both hands on the sword, taking a defensive stance to which the wizard mirrored you. Like a stand off scene in an old western movie, you glared at each other waiting in anticipation to see who’d make the first move.

Of course you did, taking the boy by surprise as you rushed him, swinging the sword in one hand whilst kicking out a leg to knock him over.

Thankfully, Douxie hadn’t exactly been lazing about the last nine hundred years, and with practiced ease he deflected. A loud clash of weapons sent the birds hidden in the surprising trees up into the air, whilst Douxie used his other hand to grab your extended keg that had been aimed at his side, to push you off balance. With a cry of surprise you fell to the floor, letting out a squeak as you rolled to the side to avoid Douxie’s wizard staff.

"Are you trying to kill me casperan ?." You shot him a nasty glare, sprinting up to your feet. If you hadn’t dodged his attack he’d have torn into your shoulder.

However the wizard didn’t even look a tiny bit guilty and instead shot you an easy grin, twirling his staff in an effort to show off.

"Seems more like you can’t keep up with me. It’s okay love maybe you should stick to soccer." He quipped, sniggering a little at the way yiur face turned red from rage.

With a small war cry you rushed the boy again, not faltering in your onslaught of attacks, dodging and parrying him with the skills of someone who’d been wielding a weapons for decades. There was no doubt about it. You were descended from knights and magical beings.

Douxie's eyes widened in slight worry as he started to struggle to keep up with you, the tide of the battle was beginning to shift. Neither of you paused for a meonnt and slowly you began to back Douxie up, who started retreating backwards as you became to difficult to oppose. A victorious smirk crossed yiur face as the boys back hit the bark of the tree behind him, which you’d backed him up to effectively rendering him defenceless. He had no where to run and you could tell he knew he’d lost. Your grin only grew as he swore.

"Give up Casperan ?" Your sword was pressed against his staff, the two weapons shaking with the pressure you both were applying. You tried to push it down, out of the away, whilst Douxie was trying to shove you back, give himself some space to defend himself. There was mere inches between the both of yin and he could see the gleam of victory in your eyes.

Douxie knew what he was going to do next would piss you off beyond belief. Which is exactly why he did it.

"Not quite yet love." You didn’t have time to react as the wizards free hand came up, the cuff on his wrist glowing with a bright blue as a ball of energy there you off of him.

With a thud you hit the ground, not to hard but your pride was still bruised as the wizard smirked down at you. Yiu recsne door yiur sword, ready to basically butcher the i furnishing wizard, except your hand was met with empty air as yiu looekd sirens anxiisjlt for yiu wepoan.

"Oh, looking for this love ?" His condescending tone had you scrambling to your feet and rushing the taller wizard as he held the sword up and out of your reach.

"Oh come on Casperan don’t be such a duck." You grumbled, infurtsted as you jumped up to try and reclaim your weapon which he held up and out of your reach. "Seriously how old are you ?"

"Well I’m about 919, give or take a few years." The wizard jokingly said, biting back laughter as he watched dying fail again and again at reaching the spa on. Thank god for the slight height difference between the two of you.

However you suddenly stopped, an incredulous look on your face.

"Wait hold up. You’re 919 ? How is that possible ?"

The man only shrugged in response to your question, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Magic love.” He teased you, laughing as you rolled your eyes.

A part of you felt this sense of sympathy for Douxie. You’d no idea he was so old, and instead of being shocked at his age because of its abnormality you felt sad for him. How lonely to have lived so long.

Noticing the way your brows were furrowing in thought Douxie felt the atmosphere shift, no longer playful and lighthearted. It seems like your little training session was over. He lowered your sword to his side, offering the hilt of the sword to you.

Gaze flickering between him and the outstretched hilt, you gently wrapped your hand around the weapon. Though you’d had it mere minutes the blade felt so right in your hand.

There’s always been something you were searching for and maybe now you were starting to find it. Not in leaving and going far away but here. This was your destiny.

“Tell me about Merlín.” Your demand caught Douxie completely off guard, startling him further when you smiled at him and sat down.

Patting the grass next to him, you watched the dumbfounded wizard plop down beside you. He was come play taken a sack by your sudden friendly behaviour. This was new territory for the both of you.

“If you what tell me about your life...I know we weren’t on the best of terms but...maybe we can be friends ?” Eyes focused on the blade in your hands, you missed the way Douxies eyes widened comically to saucers.

This was followed by a lopsided grin as he felt the last bits of ice between you two thaw.

“I’d like that a lot.”

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Another part done ! I realise I’ve gone off track in terms of following the TV series plot but I hope that’s okay. Their new enemy and the storyline will be linked to what happens in the show. Stay tune for next chapter when we learn more about the new foe !!

#douxie x reader #trollhunters #douxie #tales of arcadia #toa #hisridoux casperan #hisirdoux casperan x reader #x reader #toa wizards

[grantyort]

Clearing the Air

[The trio cruises along the empty city streets. Chris is fast asleep in the backseat while Daniel fidgets anxiously in the front.]

SEAN: Need to pee or something? 

DANIEL: Nah, I’m just nervous.

SEAN: [chuckles] About what?

DANIEL: Uh… Nothing. Never mind.

SEAN: [sighs] Whatever you say dude.

DANIEL: [turning to Chris] Is he... okay?

DANIEL: Yeah. He just hasn’t slept well since… you know.

SEAN: Well before he wakes up, we need to have a serious talk about all this.

[Sean pulls the car over to the side of the road. He gets out and sits on the hood, motioning Daniel to join him. Daniel reluctantly agrees]

DANIEL: Sean Iisten-

SEAN: No, you listen! I went through hell just so we could stay in this country, so you could live a normal life! Now you’re just gonna throw it all away on some wild goose chase?! Don’t you even care? I swear this is like Nevada all over again!

[Daniel looks ashamed and on the verge of tears]

DANIEL: I’m s-sorry Sean. It’s just that… we haven’t seen each other in months, and you don’t answer my texts and I thought if I-

SEAN: No… you’re right. That wasn’t fair. I’m guess I’m still… trying to figure this whole thing out.

DANIEL: I know.

SEAN: Why didn’t you just tell me, instead of pulling a stupid stunt like this?

DANIEL: I… didn’t want to drag you into this.

SEAN: Well guess what Daniel? I’m in it now whether you like it or not. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re kind of a package deal.

DANIEL: I’m sorry.

SEAN: There you go again. Always apologizing after the fact. For once, I want you to think things through before you go running off on your next crusade!

DANIEL: I’ll try.

SEAN: You damn well better. Remember the deal we made with the Feds, no big splashes! If they catch even a whiff of what you’re doing… ¡se acabó! They’ll throw my ass back in jail and lock you in some government black site. We’ll never see each other again. Is that what you want?!

DANIEL: No of course not! It’s just… Chris has lost everything. I just want to help him get answers and justice. It’s the least we can after all he’s done for us. We owe him that much!

SEAN: [scoffs] You’ve really grown up, haven’t you?

[Sean leans over and hugs Daniel who is taken off-guard but sinks into Sean’s arms, savoring the familiar comfort]

DANIEL: What was that for?

SEAN: Oh nothing. Just getting you back for earlier.

[Daniel smiles and rests his head on his brother’s shoulder]

SEAN: Enano, listen… I’m sorry I’ve been so… distant. College’s just been hectic as fuck. I’ve got a side-gig going on, and I know haven’t always been… there for you, like I should be.

DANIEL: You don’t have to apologize, Sean. You’ve already done so much. You should go live your own life for a change. Besides, I’m not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself now.

SEAN: [laughs] I’ve heard that one before.

DANIEL: I’m serious! You don’t have to worry about me. Go to parties, hook up, cram for exams or whatever. I don’t wanna be a burden anymore.

SEAN: You’re not a burden, Daniel and worrying about you is kind of in the job description. I mean the hours are long and you don’t get paid, but at the end of the day it’s all worth it, you know?

DANIEL: Yeah I know… thanks, Sean.

If Daniel threatened Sean back at the bus depot:

DANIEL: S-sorry for what happened back at the bus station. I don’t know what got into me.

SEAN: You should be. We don’t see each other for weeks and the first thing you do is try to pick a fight.

DANIEL: I just… got caught up in the moment.

SEAN: Hope you haven’t been doubling up on your pills again.

DANIEL: Of course not! I’m not stupid Sean!

SEAN: Never said you were.

DANIEL: Sorry. I don’t wanna fight.

SEAN: Me neither. But just for the record, I would have kicked your ass.

DANIEL: (rolling his eyes) Sure Sean.

SEAN: I did last time.

DANIEL: That didn’t count! You caught me off-guard!

SEAN: That’s kind of the point, genius. You think the bad guys are gonna warn you before attacking?

DANIEL: What bad guys? Besides, even if one of them got the jump on me, I’d still stop them all. Easy-peasy!

SEAN: This isn’t a superhero movie, it’s real life. You gotta pay attention to your surroundings at all times!

DANIEL: (mockingly) Whatever you say… sensei.

DANIEL: Are you… doing okay?

SEAN: What do you mean?

DANIEL: You know… with college, and track and everything. I don’t really know much except what I hear from Lyla-

SEAN: Oh you mean your little spy? I still haven’t forgotten about the library incident you know.

DANIEL: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

SEAN: Yeah, yeah! play dumb! You’re lucky that marker was washable otherwise your ass would be grass right now!

DANIEL: I thought you were supposed to be able to see that sorta stuff coming.

SEAN: I was asleep! Besides that’s not how it works!

DANIEL: Pfft excuses!

SEAN: Don’t push it. I’m still mad at you, you know.

DANIEL: (making a funny face) Yeah? How about now?

SEAN: [laughs] Okay. I’m letting you off the hook this time.

[Daniel pulls a chock-o-crisp out his pocket and begins to eat]

SEAN: Still eating those?

DANIEL: (mouth full) What? I’m hungry!

SEAN: I read an article that chock-o-crisps can stunt your growth. You better cut back or you might be stuck an enano forever.

DANIEL: That’s bullshit! I grew 3 inches since Christmas. I’ll probably be taller than you soon!

SEAN: Ha You wish! [he ruffles Daniel’s hair]

DANIEL: Stop it! You know how long it took me to get it just right?

SEAN: Since when do you care so much about your hair?

DANIEL: Chris says that it looks cool like this.

SEAN: I thought you “always looked good”.

DANIEL: Yeah, but I just like it better this way.

SEAN: Okay, okay. Hands off the hair. Got it.

DANIEL: So Sean, you...

Seeing anyone? 

Talk to Mom lately?

Seeing anyone?

SEAN: Taking an interest in my love life? Who would've thought?

DANIEL: It’s not like I really care. I just… don’t want you to get lonely.

SEAN: Don’t worry about that, enano, I got plenty of term papers and angry TAs to keep me company.

DANIEL: I’m being serious Sean.

SEAN: Well if you must know, I did meet someone recently. We were actually supposed to have dinner tonight but… you know.

DANIEL: Oh… sorry.

SEAN: (jokingly) You should be. We don’t even live in the same state anymore and somehow you still manage to cock-block me!

DANIEL: (cheekily) That’s my real superpower!

SEAN: (rolling eyes) Yeah, yeah keep laughing. Who knows? Maybe someday, I’ll return the favor.

(They both laugh)

SEAN: How about you? How’s school? Anyone giving you shit?  

DANIEL: Nah. Everyone likes me, well except Wilkes and Brad. But they’re assholes. Anyway, there is this dance coming up next week and I still don’t have a date. I was thinking of asking this one girl, Millie. We text and stuff and I guess she’s pretty!

SEAN: Whoa dude, slow down! Focus on keeping your grades up. You’ve got plenty of time for that stuff later. Me on the other hand. I think I’m just about ready to die alone.

LYLA <-> FINN/CASSIDY (Determinant)

LYLA:

DANIEL: What about Lyla? She’s single! 

SEAN: Dude no! It’d be way too weird. We’ve known each other since forever. It would never work. And besides, I’d never take her from you.

DANIEL: S-shut up. That was just a stupid crush! I’m totally over her! 

SEAN: (deadpanning) Oh no. I’m sure she’ll be devastated.

CASSIDY:

DANIEL: What about… what’s her name? The smelly hippie with the purple wig.

SEAN: Cassidy? She’s all the way up in Canada, dude! Plus, I need to get clearance every time I leave the country. It would never work.

DANIEL: That’s okay. You can totally do better!

SEAN: Oh ouch. Still holding a grudge, eh?

DANIEL: I just think… you’re too good for her.

SEAN: I’ll take that as a compliment. I guess.

FINN:

DANIEL: What about Finn? Weren’t you totally into him?

SEAN: Finn’s still in jail dude. What are we supposed to do? Make out through the glass?

DANIEL: Haha true.

(If Sean forgave Finn in Episode 4)

DANIEL: Do you ever wish things turned out differently with him?

SEAN: Sure… sometimes, but life’s too short for regrets.

DANIEL: You’re starting to sound like Mom.

SEAN: I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that.

(If the player did not forgive Finn in Episode 4)

SEAN: He’s applying for early parole and wants to me be at his hearing. Can you believe that?

DANIEL: You’re not going, are you? He totally used us. He deserves to be locked up!

SEAN: Whoa where’s this coming from? Didn’t you use to be his biggest fan?

DANIEL: What are you talking about?

SEAN: (mockingly) Oooo Finn’s so cool! Finn lets me do whatever I want. I wish Finn was my brother!

DANIEL: What?! I never said that! Besides, I was just a stupid kid back then!

SEAN: Yeah and no one’s denying that.

DANIEL: Whatever. If you want to go, go.

SEAN: Nah… I’m done with Finn. There’s plenty of better guys out there.

Talk to Mom lately?

SEAN: Yeah got a call from her two weeks ago. Business has been booming ever since… they legalized it in Arizona. So, expect an extra big birthday present this year.

DANIEL: Bet you want to move there so you can (he makes a toking motion)

SEAN: Haha, maybe after I graduate!

DANIEL: (sigh) I miss Away.

SEAN: I do too. There was something special about that place. Everyone there was so chill. Not like here.

Ask about Away

DANIEL: And Joanne? Is she still-

SEAN: [sigh] The latest round of chemo didn’t work. So they’re preparing for the worst…

DANIEL: I want to see her Sean, before…

SEAN: I know enano. But Arizona’s too far and way too close to the border. The Feds would never go for it.

DANIEL: I don’t care!  I need to say goodbye to her, in-person.

SEAN: [sigh] Okay. I’ll talk to Flores, see if we can work something out.

DANIEL: Thanks Sean.

SEAN: Arthur and Stanley got a new puppy! His name is Rufus. He’s a bit of a handful but super cute.

DANIEL: No way!

SEAN: I’ve got pictures.

DANIEL: Dude! Send them now!

Ask About Sean’s Eye:

DANIEL: How’s your eye?

SEAN: Can’t complain. Still gets itchy from time to time but that’s what the eye lube’s for. 

DANIEL: Ew, can you not call it that?

Ask about Sean’s Appearance

DANIEL: Dude what’s with the beard? It looks all itchy and gross!

SEAN: You’re just jealous cuz you can’t grow one!

DANIEL: Could too! I just don’t want to.

SEAN: Yeah sure… Have your heuvos even dropped yet? 

DANIEL: Ewwww, shut up!

SEAN: I’ll take that as a no. And since you love my beard so much. Here, feel it! [He rubs his cheek against Daniel’s.]

DANIEL: (laughing) Stop Sean! That tickles! Quit it!

SEAN: RESPECT THE BEARD!

[Sean drapes his arm over Daniel who leans on his shoulder. They look at the night sky together]

DANIEL: Whoa... check out that moon!

SEAN: How about a team howl? For old times’ sake?

DANIEL: Yeah! Diaz Lobos! 

[They howl together as “Into the Woods” plays]

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#life is strange 2 #life is strange #sean diaz #daniel diaz #chris eriksen #lis2 #lyla park #captain spirit #captain spirit ww

[a-libra-writes]

Being in a Polyamorous Relationship with Hosea and Dutch

What even am I doing. Still 150% self-indulgent, might write a fic on it, who knoooows. 

The whole arrangement began with friendship. You were a reliable part of the gang and had been around for some time, and it was Hosea that you formed a steady, easy friendship with first, although you’d still drink and joke around with Dutch. You casually flirted with both, and Dutch certainly laid his intentions on thick, although you weren’t as close to him. Still, the three of you could have a good time almost anywhere, and you were becoming more essential to their jobs.

Dutch and Hosea talked to each other about how cute you were, how sweet and helpful, and of course the idea of an “arrangement” was Dutch’s idea. He obviously wanted you and told Hosea not to hide his own crush. They had an open relationship and wanted you to be a part of it.

If this happened when the men were younger, it was absolutely more of an experimental sexual thing. Dutch and Hosea were each other’s primaries and never shared partners - before, they didn’t understand each other’s taste, but this was the first time they liked the same person.

If you got with them during the game’s events, there’s a heck of an age gap and Dutch is living for it. You hit all his boxes for the type of lady he likes and he was bugging Hosea to agree to the arrangement, since he knew the older man liked you just as much. The age gap bothered Hosea a bit, though if you reassured him he’d feel better. He just wants you to know his and Dutch’s feelings are genuine and the arrangement will stop the minute you’re uncomfortable.

Once you agreed, it was actually Dutch who fell for you first, and he fell hard. Hosea teased him for it, but his own feelings were creeping up on him, and finally he couldn’t deny it, nor did he want to. What was just a purely sexual arrangement with a mutual good friend suddenly became as real as their relationship. 

It had always been just Dutch and Hosea, with a few partners coming and going, but now there was you. Honestly, they began to feel lonely when you weren’t around. Dutch stopped having such a wandering eye for new girls and Hosea was beginning to yearn something fierce. 

Hosea is the sweet, steady partner who likes to cuddle with you, pats your head and gives you sweet hello and goodbye kisses. He shows his love through words and more domestic actions. He loves that he can talk with you about all sorts of things, but you two can also sit in a comfortable silence and just enjoy the company. He’s the best to snuggle against when you’re drifting off, and he keeps a warm arm around your waist while you sleep. When Dutch walks in on you both dozing he thinks it’s so cute he might die.

On the other hand, Dutch is a very passionate, spoiling sort of partner. You know when he wants you and he wants you often. He likes giving you all sorts of gifts and having you on his lap in front of everyone. His hands or his lips just have to be somewhere on you, and he’ll say whatever it takes to get you to laugh and smile. When Hosea walks in on you both making out, he’ll pointedly sit down, open a book and ignore it until Dutch gets annoyed.

Sex goes a lot of different ways, but the three of you have fallen into a bit of a pattern of ganging up on spoiling one person. So that means one of three things will happen: Hosea getting spoiled and flustered, Dutch getting flattered and serviced or you getting treated like a princess. Of course, there’s still times where you have just one of them or they have each other.

Personally Dutch really enjoys watching you and Hosea together, even if he doesn’t join in. He’ll just perch on the side of the bed and smoke, watching you two with hungry eyes. Once in a while he’ll ask one of you to look at him, or he’ll kiss wherever he can get at - your neck, your hand, and so on. Hosea isn’t as interested in watching, but he’s amused if you like seeing him and Dutch together, even if it embarrasses him a little. 

No surprise, Dutch is a bit of an attention hog. Sometimes when he sees you and Hosea making out and enjoying each other, he’d rather join than watch, though he isn’t sure who he’s desiring more in that moment. If you and Dutch are the ones getting hot and heavy, Hosea likes to jokingly make commentary and give suggestions until he gets clothes tossed at him. When they’re making out and you’re grinning and watching, Hosea gets ridiculously flustered, which you and Dutch just have to pounce on.

If double penetration is what’s happening, Dutch likes to be behind you. He likes to feel you up, bite your neck and squeeze your breasts while encouraging Hosea to take you from the front. Hosea’s the one giving you kisses on your lips and chest while stroking between your legs, making sure you’re comfortable and ready before they both take you. While you wrap your arms around Hosea and lean into him, Dutch is stroking up your back and praising you for being a good girl. It’s all a very overstimulating experience.

Hosea is the one most likely to curl up with you afterward, he’s tired after all of it and likes to snuggle. Dutch is restless and doesn’t sleep well anyway, so he’ll prop his feet up and read while you two doze off. If you aren’t tired, you can wiggle out from under a sleeping Hosea and rest on Dutch’s lap. He likes that a lot.

Depending on your personality and skills, you’re often doing jobs with one or both of the men. Dutch prefers you go with Hosea because he handles safer cons and Dutch is very stubborn about you not getting into gunfights, even if you shoot well… But he’s still going to get lonely and a little jealous and monopolize your time as soon as you’re back. He’s predictable like that. 

If you’re the type to go out on robberies and shooting, Dutch is very protective and will be so damn stubborn about you not going, or staying close to him if you must go. Hosea is more reasonable about your decisions, but he does worry, so he’d rather you join him on cons. Lord you both have so many scripts and schemes you’ve done, you can just improvise things by looking at each other. If you aren’t a combative type at all, they’re pleased with you staying behind with the others. Anything that keeps their angel safe.

And yes you have a dozen nicknames at least, most of them originating from Dutch. Hosea sticks with “dear” and “angel”, while Dutch comes up with a new one every other day. You tease them for forgetting your name all the time. 

Honestly speaking, you could get away with murder as far as these boys are concerned. Dutch makes so many excuses for his sweet girl, and although Hosea will seriously scold you for causing trouble or mayhem, he can’t stay mad if you’re genuinely apologetic. Though there’s been times when Hosea is mad at both you and Dutch for doing something stupid, so you have to drag Dutch along when you make an apology.

If it’s Dutch who pissed you off, he goes to Hosea to complain and figure out a way to make it up to you. Hosea lets him wallow in some humble pie before finally agreeing to help. 

New members of the gang are in disbelief about the nature of your relationship, it does take some getting used to. More often than not they assume you’re Dutch’s girl, because he just can’t keep from showing you off, but then they’ll see you kissing and hugging on Hosea, and then they’ll see you sit between them by the fire and they’re also making eyes at each other. It can be a bit much.

If you were around since he was a kid, you were something of a maternal figure to John, so he has a lot of respect for you and is just used to the relationship. He doesn’t see it as weird until he steps back and thinks about it. If it happened when he was an adult he just cringes and tries not to think about the bedroom logistics. 

No matter your age, Arthur finds it odd but ultimately not his business. Once he gets to know you better and sees how happy you make these two old men, you become friends. Arthur even starts looking after you and being a little protective. Later, when things get bad,  he’ll try to ask you to help Dutch see reason and hopes your influence is stronger than Micah’s.

It gets to a point where the three of you are seen as a unit. While Dutch is the first authority, you and Hosea are respected as well, and you both play a large part in the jobs and cons that get arranged. At some point, you and the two stopped looking for other partners and just took comfort in each other.

Lately you noticed Hosea had been bothered by something, and he finally told you that he was hoping Dutch would marry you properly if he passed. Hell, Hosea would marry you right now if you wanted, but he didn’t want to leave you a widow suddenly, especially if you ended up with a child. He thought about these things seriously, you knew, he wanted a sense of security and safety for you. He wanted you to get out of the gang life.

“Well, once the job in Blackwater is done, there won’t be a problem. You said you and Arthur found somethin’ good, right?” You asked. Hosea still wasn’t comfortable with it, but he’d wait until after the job before bringing up the idea with Dutch. Trying to tie that man down with marriage seemed impossible, but damn it. He’d put the issue aside for now, but he wasn’t letting it go. 

#rdr2 #rdr2 x reader #dutch van der linde x reader #hosea matthews x reader #rdr2 imagines

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

What type of kids do you think the ikevamp guys would be if they went to high school?

Oh boy HERE WE GO

(Under a cut bc this post is a Long Boi^TM)

Napoleon. Would prbly be that kid that’s like somehow bafflingly in the top ten of his class but nobody ever sees him??? Like he’s always late to school or napping in the quietest places on campus (they found him in a locker once and the school was laughing about it for WEEKS bc he insisted he was just chillin, and it wasn’t like a bullying incident he just wanted to sleep LMAO). Surprisingly amiable? A lot of people are afraid of him at first but he’s just so casual and direct, he gains quite a few friends (and a good number of girls have a crush on him--he always diverts the attention of skeevy guys). Good friends with Jeanne because they fence together a lot, and people are always baffled at how easily they chat

Mozart. Where do I begin. Number one in his class, perfectionist prick. That one kid that’s a known prodigy and that everyone hates for his impeccable grades and musical talent. Always gets the solos and conducting roles in the school performances. He knows how to play a crowd--will always be sweet and cherubic in front of teachers. But when it’s just the students? All gloves are off. Frigid and incendiary, will not take any shit and will tear you apart with words in milliseconds. Do not cross. He will end your entire life and self-esteem, it’s not worth it. Has a few friends, and they often experience the disdain of jealous students--but they’re all steadfast about defending him. And Mozart will not tolerate it if people are mistreating his friends, he’s an iron wall of defense; to be his friend means to always have someone looking out for you, make no mistake. He and Jeanne often grab food together after practice and ask about each others day, they hella close but never really show it while school’s on--their class schedules are worlds apart bc of their grades, and at lunch they’re usually practicing/doing hw. When they hug it out at graduation and pat each other on the back everyone nearly falls the fuck out of their chair LMFAO

Leonardo. That kid that 100% could probably be in the top fifty of his class but just can’t be bothered to give a damn. Always argues points with his teachers and plays devil’s advocate until they are inches from exploding at him. Always the one to mercifully make class feel shorter with his absolute distraction-heavy shitfuckery (and sometimes you really learn something because of his line of thinking). He's a dumbass but like harmless, essentially. Used to be the perfect student^TM and then decided the system was bullshit and he wanted no part of it, thinks public education can kiss his ass. Nobody knows it since he asks people not to talk about it, but he tutors kids after school for hours--has brought kids from Ds to Bs. He always dodges nosy people, never goes to parties, and finds ways to intervene around kids that are struggling with smth (with ninja stealth of course). Despite how easily he laughs and chats with just about anyone, he’s...actually surprisingly v much a lone wolf. Only ever consistently hangs out with the heartthrob rich kid, but nobody understands why???? And they’re always roasting each other wtf, are they even friends????

Comte. Pretty boy genius, always in the top five of his class though doesn’t seem too worried about it or obsessed with rank as students often are. It’s more that his parents have high expectations for his future as their heir, so he tends to fall in line with it. Born into money but somehow....not an asshole??? He doesn’t really like showing off, tries to be quiet about his accomplishments but his parents won’t really allow it--and he’s the star of the soccer team so it can be hard to hide. Most often the one at a party trying to help people sober up (always designated driver) or hearing his friends out when they have a problem. Has never publicly tried to bust heads, but some of the guys in the school insist he’s got a dark side--probably because he threatened them (passive aggressively) within an inch of their lives for being disgusting to girls. But nobody believes them bc...I mean look at him, does that look like a threat?? He just bought that kid’s lunch for christ’s sake. TONS of girls ask him out and confess their feelings, and he always lets them down as gently as he can--conceivably doesn’t like anyone himself, as far as the student body knows. Like Leonardo he’s v amiable, but also manages to reveal nothing personal while getting close. Leonardo’s the only one that’s managed to scratch the surface, and the kid won’t leave him alone for some godforsaken reason. And yet, he seems to enjoy their minutes of banter more than the hours of time spent with “friends”

Arthur. Oh boy. Good lord. Well. He used to be a sweetheart that would always seek out the mousier students and bring them into discussion/involve them on the playground. But alas, Teenage Jadedness^TM hit him like a train and now he’s an incorrigible flirt and believes no single person can be good deep down (somebody get this bitch some eyeliner). Believes the world will always be a cruel and unfeeling place where victims are never heard, so he just kind of goes full skeptical and bitter (think Sylvain for those of you that are FE fans). Has fun with every girl he sees (usually dating several girls at once) and doesn’t much care for his grades, but somehow has perfect scores in English?? He insists it’s because he needs to keep his seduction game on par with the voices of older legends before him, but some of the girls that see him in the library from time to time--v serious--are struck by how attractive he is in such deep focus, entirely uncharacteristic of his nosy and boisterous behavior in the halls (can often be seen whirling around Isaac like a bird of prey while our little baby robin Isaac stiffly tries to get away from him, and Dazai often joins to make things even more chaotic bc why not? In reality they just love this feisty kid that never gives up on what’s right, even though they’ve both given up trying themselves)

Dazai. He’s one of those kids that like does weed regularly but is also like...alarmingly insightful?? Like those kids I was always told to avoid, but now and again I would have conversations with out of necessity and was just...kinda shook. I mean granted he’s a little weird but he’s fairly harmless?? He’s like a class clown but on a massive scale--there’s nobody in the place that doesn’t know who he is, that haven’t heard tales of his exploits (he always comes in through the windows and gets detention for it a lot, and he even brought a chicken with him to school once????) nobody gets what he’s doing at any moment (don’t even know if he does really, chaotic mofo) and honestly nobody wants to know they just do the side eye meme when he appears or laughs. The teachers lament his untapped potential or just hate him for making their lives an even bigger headache than usual, and his grades are...yeah let’s not look at those. Organized the senior prank with absolute GLEE, and it was talked about for ages after he was gone--an inspiration chaotic bastards everywhere

Theodorus. (I hate.......that I pictured him in those like Vineyard Vine white boy clothes.......for the record its mostly bc his parents force him to wear them). All business. This kid doesn’t have time for your bullshit, will absolutely walk away if you’re boring him or seeking social clout. Popular because he’s hot and has a mean streak a mile wide, all the girls that didn’t like Mozart for being ethereal and effeminate boomeranged to find Theo ready to fulfill their hopes and dreams. They only grow more feral when rumors of him actually being fairly nice one on one--and telling creeps to fuck off of vulnerable girls at parties--start to circulate. (If he isn’t with Vincent, Arthur is probably near. Nobody understands how the two are brothers????) Van Gogh name apparently is just “I can be your angel or i can be your devil” and no one understands how... Grades are average and he’s plenty capable, most of his time is spent working after school because his parents refuse to provide Vincent with any artistic materials (canvas, paints, etc). They ask him to go to parties more, but he only goes to piss his parents off (he’s v lowkey punk and it’s understandably sexy of him). Will literally only listen to Vincent, and got in a looooot of trouble after getting into a fistfight with Shakespeare. Only stopped because his parents blamed Vincent for the incident, and Vincent apologized and went quiet for days ;-;

Vincent. Always been quiet and shy, but he doesn’t dislike ppl--he just has a hard time speaking up now and again. His parents always talk over him and tell him nothing he has to say has any real value, so he tends to struggle with a lot of self-doubt. Not isolated because he’s not likeable, it’s more because people tend to take advantage of his mild and earnest nature--until Theo runs them off. He’s on amiable terms with most people but has no real, true friends and it makes him feel lonely a lot. Mostly copes with the emotional turmoil by painting as much as he can. His grades are average, he does reliably well but can often be found daydreaming or distracted. Theo tends to escort him everywhere because of his propensity to attract danger (namely Shakespeare) or walk into things cuz he’s in his head a lot. A few of the artsier girls and the quiet academic girls have HUGE crushes on him (he’s softspoken, sweet, and calm; come on now), but he’s so distant--and honestly nice to everyone in equal measure--that they don’t have much hope of it coming to fruition. This kid deadass doesn’t think a single girl would ever like him that way so he’s just c:???????? when Theo talks about “those nosy harpies coming after my brother”

Jeanne. EDGY MCEDGE. Isn’t amazing in the academic department, but he’s a killer fencer--the rallying cry of the entire team. He became leader his sophomore year and he’s pretty much the only reason they keep destroying at tournaments throughout the year. Despite the pervasive interest in him he intimidates most people away with his swift intensity and ironclad stoicism. Silent as a grave and very still, people are convinced he’s the Grim Reaper reincarnated (listen he’s juST A DUTIFUL BABIE N O). If he isn’t fencing or practicing, Isaac often offers him help in the library after school hours in one of the study rooms (can’t be seen who’s inside from the outside). The two develop a kind of uncanny bond; they’re both so...bad at human-ing that they find a lot of comfort in the atmosphere they create. There’s none of the bullshit grandstanding or clout obsession, just them genuinely trying to help each other (yes Jeanne absolutely teaches Isaac self-defense moves in order to crush the kids that pick on him, and Jeanne often either glares or outright threatens those students when Isaac isn’t looking). Only ever smiles or feels understood when he’s hanging out with Mozart, so he cherishes the time Mozart offers him to hang (he knows the kid is busy up to his eyeballs and under a ton of pressure by comparison, his parents don’t care much as long as they can brag about his fencing records)

Isaac. Mega nerd that just...does not know how to interact. Only understands math and DESTROYS in competitive math club, but otherwise is always alone at lunch or just in the library. A little bean pole because he doesn’t look after himself very well (neglects to eat a lot) and can sometimes be found asleep on his books. If approached he will be very thorny, doesn’t have any friends to speak of and trusts everyone about as far as he can throw them. Yells at Arthur and Dazai a lot when they flock around him, and has gotten into his fair share of fights. Never starts fights, but will finish them. People are surprised he can hold his own, and he comes away with blood that ain’t his. There are a few girls that are curious about him, but its mostly the ones that have seen his awkward thoughtfulness in club--or the girls that are sick of the assholes and appreciate how stalwart he is. He really just wants to be left in peace (his parents never show up to his meets or when he wins academic awards, and the few teachers that notice are pretty concerned abt his reactivity and complete lack of social savvy...) Leonardo always helps him sneak in at night to look at the stars on the school roof

Shakespeare is p much the like “kid most anticipated to be in jail as soon as they’re out of high school” He just. Has that like...serial killer vibe??? Idk if I’m explaining this well but he was that guy that would always cling to genuinely compassionate girls just trying to be nice like a LEECH, and would never fucking shut up if he did or didn’t get attention. You just can't win with this kid. Probably wanted to kill the kids that made fun of him or at the very least wanted to lash out against the confident/popular/nice kids. Only liked you if he didn’t deem you a threat, or if you didn’t make him insecure, or if you tolerated him (aka Vincent. Vincent PLEASE stop trying to reach out to dangerous ppl....I love you too much to watch this shit...) He admitted as much to Theo and the kid went livid with rage and pummeled him into the ground, though most of the rest of the student body doesn’t know quite what happened. (Theo refuses to explain to anyone, and just walks away if asked). Shakespeare will just change the subject endlessly and make passive aggressive threats until the person leaves if they try to bring it up. The only time the entire class has EVER seen Leonardo mad is when Shakespeare kept tailing this girl that wanted no part of him

Sebastian. Nerdy like Isaac, but is more of the silent observer type. Like Theo, doesn't want any part of the bullshit but won't be as blunt or outspoken about it, he's only open about it if pressed or pissed off. Doesn't have much patience for the clique-driven nature of high school and tends to take an interest in the people who stand out beyond the mind-numbing drama. Also is in the top fifty but studies like a lunatic, and can often be seen asking Comte for tips now and again. Has tried talking to Mozart and admires his talents, but Mozart gives a cold shoulder that would put Antarctica to shame. (Leonardo tries to ninja him into taking breaks but never succeeds). Has a great deal of disdain for the troublemakers (Arthur and Dazai) but doesn't intervene, just watches shit go down and sighs. Probably the most normal(?) one of the bunch, just does his best and keeps his head down

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[callsign-mischief]

Chilly Summer Nights.

Day 14 of ‘A Very Harry Potter Summer!’

@hufflefluff-writer

Ron Weasley x Female!Reader!

Word Count: 2.6K

You were currently running frantically about your room packing your school trunk with everything you would be needing for the upcoming school year; as you were preparing to stay at your best friend's house for the remainder of your summer holiday. Your grandmother called out to you from the bottom of the stairs leading to your bedroom.

“(Y/N)! Let’s get a move on young lady! I sent an owl to Molly half an hour ago saying you would be arriving soon! Let’s not keep them waiting any longer!” 

“Sorry Gran!  I’m almost done, I promise. I’ll be down in a- woah!” You yelped, as you tripped over your trunk and crumpled to the floor with a loud THUD!

“That hurt..” you grumbled, with your face flat against the hardwood flooring of your bedroom. 

 Heavy footsteps ascended the stairs and before you knew it, your grandmother was stepping over the threshold of your dainty bedroom. She peered at you with her hands placed on her hips, brows arched high in curiosity.

“What did you do this time?”

Standing from the floor rubbing your sore knees and cheek, you look at her with an embarrassed smile. “Tripped over my trunk. But I’m okay Gran, don’t worry.” 

“Glad you are alright but- for Merlin’s sake!” She yelped as her eyes left your body and scanned over your messy living space. “You certainly don't know how to pack correctly, my dear. Please do step aside so I can finish this quickly and you can head off. It’s getting quite late.”

 Nodding your head, you step aside as you watch your grandmother pull her wand from her cooking apron before giving it a wave. You watched in silent awe as various strewn items, ranging from clothing to new schooling supplies, flew from different spots around the room. Into the trunk it all went before it was snapped shut and buckled then sent flying down the stairs, landing by the fireplace. Even though you were thirteen years old and were raised all your life around magic, it still amazed you.

“There, much better. Far quicker at that too! Now grab your school bag and Wisp so we can go!” 

“Yes, mam.” You acknowledge as she waltzed out of the room and back down the stairs. Hauling your bag over your shoulder and grabbing Wisp’s pet carrier and your wand from the bedside table, you exited the room, shutting the door tightly and gliding down the stairs with a newfound pep in your step.

Meeting your grandmother in front of the fireplace, she gave you a once over before giving you a loving, tender hug, and ushering you into the fireplace. Making sure you were settled in,  she offered you the pot of Floo powder with a gentle smile. Wisp, your loving black cat, gave a loud meow as a goodbye to your grandmother. Smiling at her, you take a handful of the powder before speaking clearly of your intended destination. 

“The Burrow!”

Instantly, you’re engulfed into flames and your sneakers reach the hard ground of the Weasley’s fireplace below you as you are hit with a quick bit of dizziness. “Gosh, I hate that sometimes.”

With Wisp’s cat carrier in one hand and your trunk in the other, you step out of the fireplace careful to not dirty up Molly's floor. When the dizziness in your eyesight has cleared, you are met with the sight and smell of the cozy home of the family you have come to love and adore over the past few years. 

You barely have a second to walk into the quaint living room and set down your belongings before two bodies come crashing into yours at full speed.

“You’re finally here!”

“It’s about time you’ve arrived, love! We were beginning to think you abandoned us!"

Chuckling at the two people’s words, you wrap one arm around each of their torsos, hugging them as equally tight as they were you. 

“Yes! I have arrived, Georgie. And Fred, that’s pure nonsense! I would never abandon you two! You are my favorites after all…” you pause to stand on the tips of your toes and whisper in their ears, “Just don’t tell your sister I said that. She would hex the daylights out of me once we got back to Hogwarts!”

The twins couldn’t help but laugh and release you from their smothering grasps as Ginny was heard barreling down the stairs to greet you.

“You two step away from her this instant! She is MY best friend!” She yells, running into the room.

“You should have gotten to me quicker then Gin.” You couldn’t help but grin as you were enveloped into yet another bone-crushing hug. You squeezed her back just as hard, beyond ecstatic to be reunited with your best friend after weeks apart. You break away from each other, catching up on the past couple of days leading up to your arrival when Mrs. Weasley walks in from the kitchen with Arthur in tow. 

“(Y/N), how lovely to see you, dear. It was ‘bout time you’d be arriving.”

Flushing red, you step up to her with open arms. “Sorry Mrs. Weasley, that was my fault. Got a late start to packing and Gran had to help me finish making sure I had everything I needed.”

Embracing you into her warm arms, she squeezes you gently (unlike her children), patting your arm lightly. “No worries dear, we’re just glad to have you with us.”

Moving on from Molly, Arthur gave you a hug as well. During your quick embrace, he began telling you all about the long list of new questions he had about Muggles. You couldn’t help but laugh and tell him that you would answer any and all questions he had throughout your stay. Once released from Mr. Weasley, Ginny, George, and Fred swept you away talking excitedly about the upcoming Quidditch World Cup match you all would be attending next week. Barely into the discussion, your ears perked up as you heard two more sets of footsteps descending the rickety staircase. Your face flushed a light pink instantly knowing who one of those footsteps belongs to. 

“What the bloody hell is all the ruckus down here about?”

Glancing over in his direction you couldn't help blushing a darker shade of pink. “Hi, Ron.”

Eyes bulging in shock, his face matches yours, flushing as red as his hair. “H-hey..you..you’re here! Why..w-why are you here?.” 

Ginny lets out a snort of annoyance, “If you can have your best friend here then so can I!”

The twins share a knowing look between themselves before Fred slings an arm around your shoulder smirking at his younger brother in the process, “Don’t act like you aren’t happy to see her mate.”

“I’m not!” Ron yells back defensively. But realizing what he had said, his hands fly up in surrender. "W-wait! No! That is not what I mean! I'm not not happy to see you -I..I am glad to see you! Ecstatic, even!” he scrambles trying to save his last shred of dignity. 

  Harry smirks, slightly leaning in close to the redhead, “Nice save there. Real nice.”

Ron shoots Harry a daggered look as his face flames in embarrassment and irritation, but his anger is short-lived as Molly announces from the kitchen that supper is ready. 

Jumping at the chance to leave from the room, Ron grabs the smirking dark haired boy beside him running away to the awaiting food with the towering twins following them out. Before you can fall in line behind George, Ginny grabs your wrist bringing you to a halt. 

“You like my brother!” 

Don’t panic, don’t panic. “I like all your brothers. They’re all quite nice and enjoyable really. Nice boys each of them are Gin-”

“No. I mean Ron specifically! You like Ronald.” It wasn't a question of 'if'. 

Feigning ignorance you brush off her statement, “Pfft. I do not! You’ve gone right mental Ginny.”

Before the feisty redhead could speak once more, her mother yelled for the two of you to come take your seats at the table. Thank you, Molly.

Sending one last look your way she narrows her eyes in a playful manner, “Do not, for one second, think that you are off the hook about this!” 

This is not good. Not good at all. 

Attempting to forget about the conversation with Ginny, you basked in the presence of some of your most favorite people. Dinner was amazing as always. The food was beyond delicious, smiling faces were seen all around- it was just perfect. Nothing could ever be better than this. You had spent most of the meal interacting with Mr. Weasley. Of course- the topic of choice being all things Muggle but that was all okay! You loved being helpful and answering any questions he had. 

When everyone’s bellies were stuffed to the brim with food, Molly excuses herself from the table to begin putting away any leftovers. Arthur follows after his wife while the Weasley boys and Harry disperse quickly, the twins dashing up the staircase conversing in hushed tones while Harry and Ron make their way into the living room. 

You and Ginny share an eye roll and begin to rid the table of all dirty dishes. With dinnerware piled in your arms, you two girls carry everything into the kitchen and are instructed by Mr. Weasley to place them on the counter top by the sink where Molly was waiting. With a grateful smile, Mrs. Weasley ushers you and Ginny out. You two venture into the cozy living room to see the two fourth-year boys sitting on the floor playing a game of Wizards Chess. Ron is leaning back against the sofa while Harry sprawls out on the floor on his stomach. You venture over to the sofa while Ginny takes the armchair by the fireplace. You plant yourself on the old piece of furniture, lying down behind the redhead and getting comfortable before cracking open a book you had brought with you. He glances over his shoulder, giving you a shy smile before turning away to take his turn. 

The rush of butterflies in your stomach was instant. You couldn't help but blush and move just a tad bit more towards the edge of the couch to be closer to him. You only hoped he didn't notice the shift, not wanting him to think of you as weird but he felt it. He didn’t mind though. He wanted you to be close to him. He couldn’t help but blush at the thought of you wanting to be closer to him too.

After a while, the heads of the home walk out from the kitchen bidding you all a quiet ‘goodnight’ before heading up to bed. Shutting your book, you place it on the coffee table beside you before your eyes slowly flutter over to the boy in front of you. The silence of the house is interrupted when you hear two sets of footsteps tiptoeing not so quietly down the stairs. Looking away from the youngest boy in the family, you see two identical faces pop out from around the corner.  

“Oi! You four come with us!” Fred whispers across the room. 

Without questioning the request, the four of you make your way out of your seats and follow behind the mischief makers. They lead you through the house and urgently usher each of you out the front door of the home into the chilly evening air. You couldn’t but shudder as a gust of wind rushes past you, sending tingles down your spine once you step out. You really wished they had let you grab a sweater. 

Lighting their wands with ‘Lumos’, Fred and George lead you all into the field eventually coming to a stop by a pile of old wood and sticks. 

“What’s all this?” you question as George sets down the box he had been carrying. 

“This, love, is our wood pile for a bonfire! And to make it even better, we have supplies for a snack! It’s a muggle treat, actually. What do you call them Harry?”

Harry chuckled, “S’mores. My cousin Dudley eats them all the time in the summer.” 

You couldn't help the excited giggle that spilled from your lips. You had heard about these but never got the chance to try one! Without wasting another second, you quickly set the twins on getting the fire started while you found yourself a small log to get comfortable on, ready for the fun to begin as you curl up to get warm again. The fire is quickly lit (all thanks to Harry) and everyone begins to dig in to make the famously sweet and gooey treat for themselves. The youngest Weasley son jumps at the chance to follow in your footsteps, planting himself on your small log seat. You peer at him with a wide grin causing his cheeks to flush pink. 

Tonight had been amazing. And although you loved your summer holiday’s, the one thing you didn't appreciate was that the later into the evening it got, the chillier it got. The fire had helped keep you warm but not completely. After seeing you attempting to hide your shivers due to the chilly breezes for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, Ron couldn’t bear to see you so miserable any longer. Scooting closer, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you flush against his side. With wide eyes and cheeks flaming as red as his hair, you turned to look at him. He’s facing the roaring fire but you could see a content smile graced upon his lips. How is his side profile just as attractive as his entire face?!

Sensing your stare, his head turns. “You okay, love?” Love.

“Y-yeah! I’m great. But w-why?” you jester to his arm around your waist.

"You kept shivering so I thought this might help get you warmed up a bit more." 

Oh.. so he's just being friendly. Right. Of course he doesn't fancy you in return. That only happens in cheesy romance novels. 

He watches as your face falls slightly but before you can move away he tightens his grip on your hip.. "I-it's not just that ya know.." 

"Wait, what? W-what do you mean?" Your heart begins to beat out of your chest. ‘Please, PLEASE be the reason I'm hoping for.’ your mind pleads. 

He clears his throat nervously. "W-well..I um..I have fancied you for quite a while now a-and I um thought this," he nods at the position you were in "was a good way to show it. I-its okay if you don't feel the same, of course, I just wanted to make it known.." The poor bloke was shaking! How can someone be so nervous but still be so cute?!

You couldn't believe it! The boy you've been pining for for two years has feelings for you too! "Y-you do!? I like you too Ron. I really really do!" you all but exclaim, flinging your arms around his neck in an excited hug. Your cheeks ached from how hard you had been grinning and you couldn't help the giggles that slipped past your lips in pure happiness. 

His grin matched yours as he squeezed you even closer to his body, if that were even possible and placed a loving gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'm so glad you do." 

This felt like a dream. If all it took was a couple hours out in the chilly evening air to get where you were now, in Ron's arms, you would happily do it again anytime. Chilly summer nights were not so bad after all.

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[the-awkward-outlaw]

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You’re leaning against the tree at Clemens Point, watching as a troop of geese flies overhead. It’s nearly dusk and all the chores are done, meaning you have the rest of the night off. Little do you know that near the horses, Arthur’s leaning against another tree, smoking a cigarette. He’s been watching you for a little while. 

Arthur wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he’s had a crush on you for a while. Of course, everyone knows that he does. He isn’t exactly subtle, especially when he’s trying to be sneaky with his flirting. He’s done that with you too, but he doubts that you caught on, or that you wanted to reciprocate. 

Lenny walks up to him. “Hey, Arthur.” 

“Hey kid,” he says, throwing his cigarette down. Lenny looks to where Arthur’s eyes are. 

“Oh, so that’s what you’re doin’ over here. Thinkin’ of a new way to try and show her you’re sweet on her?” 

“I ain’t sweet on her.” 

“Right,” Lenny chuckles as he takes a horse treat out of his pocket. 

“I ain’t!” Arthur’s starting to feel irritated, which is unusual for him to do with Lenny. 

“Y’know,” Lenny says, feeding his horse. “I’m still real sad about Jenny. She was a cute gal. Wish I’d asked her out to dinner or somethin’ before that mess at Blackwater.” 

“What you talkin’ about, son?” Arthur looks at him, confused.

“I mean you should take your chances with her now. We don’t know what’s comin’, Arthur.” 

Arthur sighs and looks back at you, knowing Lenny’s right. He doesn’t want to stay in this place of wondering what could be. After giving a curt nod to Lenny, he walks over to where you are, trying to act like he’s not nervous. 

“Hey there,” he says just loudly enough for you to hear. You turn and give him a smile that makes his heart jump. 

“Hi Arthur. How are you?” 

“Oh doin’ just fine. Hey, listen,” he plants his back to the tree and crosses his arms. “I uh, was wonderin’. You… you ever…” He wants so badly to ask you out on a date, but he finds his courage wavering. It doesn’t help that your beautiful eyes are on him. “You ever try the catfish at the saloon in Rhodes?” 

He feels like a complete moron. He’s talking about fucking catfish, he might as well ask your thoughts on the weather! Luckily for him, you smile and shake your head. 

“No. Grimshaw’s been breathing down my neck so much, I’ve hardly had a chance to leave camp since we showed up.” 

“Well, why don’t we fix that? Listen, I know Pearson needs some supplies from town. Why don’t we go get a bite to eat and go to the store?” 

You grin and agree, feeling excited. Arthur Morgan, one of the best men you know, is asking you to accompany him. As he wanders over to Pearson’s wagon with you in tow, you have to remind yourself to stay calm, that this isn't a date. Why he approached you to go is a mystery, but you’re not about to ask questions. 

Arthur tells you to get Pearson’s list while he gets the horses ready on the wagon, so you head over to the cook and tell him where you’re going. Pearson doesn’t even have a list ready yet, which is weird. Arthur made it sound like Pearson was prepared for someone to do a run. Whatever. Sometimes Pearson can be quite scatterbrained. He pulls out a strip of paper and checks his wagon, looking at provision levels. After a few moments, he finally gives you a list. It isn’t very big. 

You shrug your shoulders and stuff it into your pocket, going over to the wagon where Arthur’s waiting. He decided, while you were with Pearson, he’d strike a pose that maybe you’d find sexy. Course he thinks he’s the furthest thing from sexy, but he’s bound to try. He’s got one hand on his hip, sticking it out to the side a bit and placing his other hand on the wagon. When he sees you walking over, he tries to put on a seductive smile. 

Unfortunately for him, right when your eyes land on him, the horses start to move for whatever reason. They only take a few steps, but it’s enough movement on the wagon and Arthur slips. He smacks his face on the wagon, but straightens up quickly, adjusting his hat. 

“Oh my God, Arthur, you okay?” You say. At least you’re not laughing. 

“Yeah, fine.” He clears his throat, feeling his face burn. “Uh, shall we go then?” 

He offers a hand and helps you up onto the wagon, climbing into the seat next to yours. After he’s flicked the reins to get the wagon moving, you feel tempted to grab his hand once again, but you don’t, once again reminding yourself this isn’t a date. 

Once in town, Arthur parks the wagon outside the store. He tells you to get the shopkeeper going on preparing your list and putting it into the wagon while he goes and secures a table and two dishes. 

You nod and head inside. After handing the shopkeeper your list, you go to the saloon and find Arthur just sitting down at a table, setting down two plates of catfish. You smile at him and take your seat. 

Over dinner, light talk is traded between the two of you. Arthur is different when he’s alone with you. Sure, he’s still the gruff outlaw you’ve come to admire, but he seems less blocked off than he does around the others. Arthur’s always been a private man, but he’s more willing to talk about more personal things with no one else around. 

Conversation comes so easily between you and Arthur that it’s over an hour since you sat down. It’s only when the waiter comes and gives Arthur his third beer that you suddenly remember the wagon with Pearson’s things in it. You tell Arthur that you should return to camp and he hurriedly agrees. 

Night has fallen properly at this point, but as you walk, Arthur’s hand bumps hard into yours. He clearly didn’t mean it as he quickly apologizes. 

“Just my dumb arms,” he says roughly, a slight pink to his cheeks again. 

You smile and respond by taking his hand in yours, forgetting the fact that this isn’t a date. “Here. Now you won’t have to worry about your dumb arms.” 

He chuckles and his hand relaxes in yours. When the two of you are settled back on the wagon, he takes your hand again. The entire ride home, he doesn’t let you go. 

Too soon the turn off to go into camp comes up and Arthur’s turning the wagon down the trail. You’re not ready to be in the company of others just yet. It seems Arthur feels the same as he stops the wagon suddenly. 

“Y/N, I… I wanted to ask ya somethin’. I know it’s kind of rushed and… hell, I don’t know if you even like me that way, but… I don’t know how many more tomorrows we have.” He squeezes your hand and looks down. His mouth opens and then closes before opening once again. He seems to be struggling to get words out. 

Taking pity, you slide your free hand over his cheek. Before you can stop yourself, you lean in and kiss him. His mouth is still slightly open and he doesn’t make a sound. After a second, you pull away. 

“Is that what you wanted to ask me, Arthur?” 

He smiles. “Somethin’ like that.” He leans in and kisses you yet again, but this time the kiss is deeper and more passionate. It’s perfect. 

*************************

A week has gone by and everyone knows about you and Arthur, despite you both trying to be quiet about it. Neither of you were denying being together, but you weren’t going around bragging about it either. However, word seemed to travel fast once it got out. 

It’s midday and it is miserably hot. The air is thick as soup, making things even worse. You haven’t felt properly dry in days. Arthur’s out fishing on the lake with Hosea, trying to catch tonight’s dinner. You’d tried to go with them but Grimshaw got all hot and bothered. For some reason, she felt it necessary for you to stay and work on the never-ending pile of laundry with the others. 

You and the others sit around, talking as you work. Karen and Tilly have been teasing you constantly about finally dating Arthur and that they won’t have to endure the sappy looks you throw his way when he’s not looking. 

“I think it’s cute,” Mary-Beth says. “He definitely seems happier since.” 

“How so?” you ask. 

“Well, I ain’t never seen our Arthur Morgan skip before,” Karen chuckles. 

“Seriously? He was skipping?” you say skeptically. 

“No, Karen’s joking. Though he definitely has more of a hop to his walk sometimes,” Tilly replies. “However, he’s been whistling a lot more. Now I know Arthur well enough to know that he only whistles when he’s real happy. He ain’t done that since you two got together.” 

You blush and smile, looking down at your hands. You had no idea you had that kind of effect on him. 

“Oh here he comes now!” Mary-Beth says, looking in the direction of the lake. “You should go say hi to him.” 

Grinning, you hop up and run over to the edge of the lake, waving to Arthur. As he’s busy rowing, he doesn’t return the gesture since he can’t see you. Hosea waves though and he bumps Arthur’s back. Perhaps he’s telling him you’re here waiting because Arthur twists his head around and grins broadly when he sees you. 

Little do you know how much you still get his heart pumping when you’re around. The novelty of being with you is still new enough that he still feels the need to show off how tough and strong he is sometimes. He feels the urge now, so when the water’s shallow enough to only go up to his mid-calf, he hops out to haul the boat up the shore. 

“Arthur, what the hell are you doing?” Hosea asks. 

“Nevermind, Hosea.” Arthur grins at you and continues pulling the boat. It works on impressing you, but he didn’t expect you to rush over to him and leap into his arms. His foot slips on a muddy rock and he falls backwards, the two of you plunging into the water. You let out a small shriek of fright as Arthur coughs a bit. 

You don’t see it, but Hosea rolls his eyes and gets out, hauling the boat all the way onto the shore and leaving you two alone to stagger back up onto your feet. You and Arthur take one look at each other, soaked to the skin, and break out in laughter. 

“Sorry, Arthur,” you say, gathering your hair up to wring it out.

“‘I’s nothin’, sweetheart.” He picks his hat out of the water and puts it back on before grabbing your hand and heading over to his wagon to change. 

“Guess I should go get changed,” you say, gesturing to your bedroll near Tilly’s. Arthur suddenly grabs your hand and pulls you right up against him. 

“Maybe later. You know, I have a different idea on what we could do while our clothes dry.” He kisses you hard, not caring that the others might be looking, and you suddenly know what he’s talking about. When he pulls away, you nod. Arthur grins and pulls you into his tent where he pulls the flaps shut. 

Your heart is pounding when he turns back to you, and it doesn’t stop anytime soon. Arthur makes love to you in a way that you’ve never experienced before. He brings you pleasure you’ve never experienced with a man before, and all you can think while he loves on you is that you will spend the rest of your life with him.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #awkward asks

[buckitybarnes]

Falling Like the Stars [Oneshot] Bucky x Reader

Summary: When a mission goes wrong, Bucky realizes it may be too late to confess. 

Warnings/Themes: Angst, fluff, humor, profanity, blood/mild gore.

Author’s Note: Wowee it’s been a while yeah? You can thank @the--sad--hatter​ for this one. She inspired me to write again an this has been in my drafts for a while. I’ll be going back in and fixing grammar/spelling mistakes but here you go!

Oneshot Playlist:

Falling Like the Stars - James Arthur

In Your Arms - Illenium

Blu - Jon Bellion

---

They moved in the dead of night when even the stars began to sleep and the moon was blanketed in fluffy white clouds.

It was a stealth mission, one where you should be quiet and sneaky and yet...you were laughing like a child.

Bouncing from rooftop to rooftop with the aid of grappling hooks, you and Bucky are practically racing to the target location.

“You’re telling me that Steve I-Don’t-Know-What-A-Parachute-Is Rogers jumped off a glass elevator from three stories high?” you ask your partner snarkily. “That’s hard to believe.”

Bucky rolls his eyes in annoyance but he couldn’t fight the smile forming on his lips. “You told me to tell you a story. I’m telling it.”

“Think of better stories, Buck, because this is boring. I live on the edge of danger --” Just as you speak, your ankle twists in a weird way when you land onto a building and you slip. Before Bucky can even turn and rush to your aid, you grab onto the ledge and haul yourself up with an “oof.” Your foot is okay for now, but you’re sure you’ll feel it in the morning.

When Bucky realizes you’re fine, he pushes out an irritated breath. “Can you be more careful? I can’t babysit you tonight.”

“I don’t need a babysitter anyway, asshole. I’m fine!” You fix the collar of your stealth suit and glare at him. “I’m capable of doing my job.”

“Yeah? Well, you almost faceplanting and smashing your teeth against asphalt isn’t really convincing me.”

And that’s how all of your arguments begin. Friendly banter, sometimes turning into intense bickering, reminding the compound of Sam and Bucky’s friendship. The difference is, those two got along on occasion, there was always a bigger tension between you two. Something not spoken about, but clearly there.

“I don’t need to convince you of anything. As long as I get the job done, it doesn’t matter, now does it?”

Turning the corner to the target building, Bucky uses his metal hand to grab onto the line of your hook. He yanks you forward, and before you could scream bloody murder, he clasps his human hand over your mouth.

“I don’t think you get it, Sweetheart. Steve put me in charge, and if anything happens to you, that’s on me.” And if you got hurt....well, Bucky’s not sure how he would feel.

You blow on his hand, encouraging him to remove it. Once he does you speak lower, more serious. “You’re not responsible for my life. If I get hurt, that’s on me. If I get the job done,” you repeat, “that’s all that matters.”

Bucky watches as you drop down the side, bitterness clearly washing over you. You were so used to working alone, and then the Avengers came along. Still, they respected your boundaries and even went so far as to put you on solo missions for the most part. But Bucky, Bucky was insistent on being a thorn in your side. He pushed your boundaries, came a little too close at times.

And for some goddamn reason, you allowed him to.

Maybe you were always pushing him away and fighting him because in all reality, you were scared. He was coming in too close, and you’re not used to that.

--

The suit around his body felt a little too tight and the sleeve every now and then got caught in one of his metal plates. He looks down at his left hand, admiring Shuri’s impressive work that masked his robotic appendage.

“You ready?”

He turns from messing with his tie and freezes in place. If he said you weren’t stunning tonight, he’d be lying. Your dress wasn’t cheap, nor was it gaudy and overdramatic. It was just perfect for you. For a moment, he’s afraid he’s forgotten how to breathe.

You raise an eyebrow in oblivious confusion. “Something wrong?”

“No, no, nothing’s - Everything’s fine,” he blurts out.

Once realization dawns on you, a smirk tugs at your lips and he internally groans for being so obvious.

“Like what you see, Sarge?” You turn from him, giving him full view of your outfit tonight.

“Oh shut up, let’s go,” he mutters, ushering you out. Hopefully, that feeling of butterflies in his stomach goes away.

--

The target was in plain sight -- Some salacious woman with extreme wealth was chatting up guests and completely ignoring her husband.

“So we’re just supposed to stand around here and wait for her to do something dumb?” you question, twirling a glass of red wine in your hand.

Bucky elbows your side to gesture for you to speak lower. He has his back turned to the target, but his eyes are focused on her reflection in the mirror. “That’s what a stealthy intel mission entails.” He notices the frown on your face and the absolute nervousness due to being around so many people. He felt that once, but now, he’s learned to manage it. “What exactly were you expecting?”

“Anything more exciting than this,” you grumble.

Suddenly, a lightbulb turns on in his head and he gingerly grabs your hand and uses his other arm to wrap around your waist. It was probably a once-in-a-lifetime sort of thing. He had a reason to do this, and while not exactly necessary, he wouldn’t miss this chance.

“What are you -”

He pulls you onto the dance floor and you have to contain a yelp of surprise. “Making things exciting,” he says nonchalantly. With his eyes still glancing toward the rich couple every now and then, he sways with you back and forth. “Nothing more exciting than dancing with a nice handsome man, huh?”

“Who?”

He dips you, and you grab hold of his suit in a panic. Laughing nervously, you try to pull yourself together. “Let go of me before I slip and die in front of all these people.”

“I’ve got you, relax,” he assures. “No one’s lookin’. Even if they are, it’s probably because you look gorgeous tonight. And if that’s not why...fuck ‘em.” Really, he was only dipping you so he could get a better look at the couple since you were standing in the way of his view, but once he guides you back up, his heart nearly skips a beat.

You’re looking at him with something unfamiliar in your eyes, an emotion he swears he’s seen flash on rare occasions across your features but shakes it off as hallucinations every time. A look of admiration and bewilderment. It really doesn’t help when the lights from the chandelier sparkle against your eyes, making it look like you’ve got the whole world contained within them. And quite honestly, his world really did start revolving around you once you came into his life.

He clears his throat, breaking eye contact. For once in a long time, he feels rather sheepish, like a boy with a highschool crush. He swears one day his little secret will kill him if he doesn’t tell you sooner.

“Sweetheart, I --”

When he looks back up, pure dread replaces your features. You’re wringing your hands, itching to reach for the pistol hidden in a thigh holster.

“They’re gone, Buck.”

He turns to the spot he’d been observing and curses underneath his breath. The couple had surely ditched the scene, and since this party had just begun, it was highly suspicious. He doesn’t need to say a word, you both move in tandem through the crowd.

As soon as you both bust through the back doors, the chilly air bites at your skin. No matter, you’ll probably be warm from running in a second.

“Shit! I’m so sorry, I got distracted. This is my fault,” Bucky shouts, running through the cold streets. His nice dress shoes slide against the snow-covered ground as he propels himself forward.

You, on the other hand, run barefoot since heels would surely kill you before the cold did. You follow him into the quinjet hidden behind invisible panels. Even from far away, you can hear the couple’s jet roar to life. “Stop worrying, Barnes, we’ve gotta get to them!”

--

“Where’re they headed?” Bucky asks, tearing off his suit and throwing on a thicker combat jacket.

“Sam sent the coordinates to our second guess. On Mount-fuckin-Everest.”

“You’re joking.” He turns to you, toeing off his dress shoes and throwing on his boots. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

You’ve already dressed into your own combat gear, strapping in the last of your weapons. You tap your comms, gesturing for Bucky to put his on, and when he does, Sam’s voice crackles in on the other end. “Oh, you wish this was a joke, Barnes. Get your ass into gear, you both let them get away once, let’s not do that again.”

Bucky huffs in annoyance, grabbing hold of the jet controls and setting it on autopilot towards your destination. “Yeah, well, whatever. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Were you too distracted?”

You look at Bucky curiously after Sam’s question. What could the man possibly be distracted by? He was usually a hawk when it came to missions. You watch curiously as he turns to you and simply shakes his head.

“What’s he even talking about?”

“Nothing! It’s Sam. It’s absolutely nothing.”

You glare up at him, not believing him one bit. He keeps his back turned to you, hiding his anxious expression from your prying eyes.

“Well, then you owe me when we get back. I don’t know what I want, but you owe me. You sabotaged the mission after all.” For a moment, he flinches at your words, but his shoulders relax when your tone comes out amused and simply curious.

“Yeah, okay, I owe ya one.”

--

"How can you be so calm?" Bucky asks grumpily, trailing behind you with his rifle held up. He has a flashlight attached to it since it'd be absolutely pitch-black otherwise. The only other light source came from the stars and your own headlight, both still not covering enough to see your complete surroundings.

You're practically skipping, happy that you're out of those painful heels and honestly, feeling a little bit lighter after that dance. "Listen, if we stay hung up about past mistakes, we're slowed down in life. I just keep moving."

Bucky's silence causes you to turn, raising an eyebrow at his beaten-down look. "You really need to stop doing that, you know that right?"

"Doing what?"

"Holding onto those little troubles. You made a mistake, but so did I. I should've been just as careful. This isn't all on you."

"But it is! I was… I never felt like that before and I let it go to my head I --"

“Jesus Christ, Buck. I will NOT let you beat yourself over this. Shit happens. We deal with it.”

“Something could’ve happened tonight, Doll. Things could’ve gotten worse at that party. Hydra’s ruthless. They kill anything and everything,” he snaps. He feels the tech over his left hand crush underneath the fist he’s making. Afraid of completely losing it, he kicks the snow instead, sending a flurry sideways off the mountain. “Something could’ve happened to you,” he chokes, “Because I got distracted.”

You frown, words caught in your throat. “Bucky.” Taking steps closer to him, you hold his steady gaze. “Listen to me. I’m fine --”

For the second time tonight, your eyes widen in sheer panic. You break the staring contest between you two and you now focus on something over his shoulder.  A red beam in the dark, past the shrubs. It slowly shifted from being directly in your gaze to Bucky's back.

He opens his mouth to ask you what was wrong but you dive into him, knocking his unexpected body onto the ground and out of range.

A gunshot rings in the air, and Bucky doesn’t know what he hears first: the rifle itself, or your scream.

You've never felt this before: the sensation of hellfire and bitter frost all at once. It's hard to breathe, hard to think right with the stupid pounding of your heart in your ears. It's hard to remain calm when Bucky's rushing towards you in utter fear.

Before your head hits the ground, he pulls you forward, cushioning your head over his arm. "Shit -- Oh, fuck! C'mon, tell me you're okay," he pleads, eyes searching your form. For once, he's clueless on what to do, all emergency protocols are thrown out the door.

Your eyes search his face, then beyond him, only to find the sniper dead a few feet away. When did that even happen? How far gone were you?

"Why the hell did you do that?!" He's not angry, but he's shocked and scared. Tapping helplessly against his comms, he shouts for Steve and Sam to head over with the medical team ASAP, and they spring into action, guiding him through the process of how to stop the bleeding, as if this was his first day on the job. When he presses cloth against your abdomen, you hiss, and he flinches. "That was so dumb of you. I could've taken it. I could have --"

"You know for once in your life maybe you can thank me," you mumble, already sapped of energy. Every word that comes out of your mouth hurts. "Could've been a super-soldier-killing bullet…"

"Which is why you should've let them shoot me," he growls, pulling your body closer so that your head rests on his lap.

You laugh bittersweetly, keeping a hand over his own and pressing your own chest. "Team needs you more than me anyway. The world does."

"I need you!"

How could you say such a thing? How could you trade your life so easily for his? His breathing becomes more quick-paced and shallow.

"I think we lost 'em," you mumble, ignoring his earlier statement. Against the starry night sky, you can see a flash of yellow lights and the silhouette of a military jet.

"I don't give a damn. I'll find 'em. I'll kill them all," he says. He's silently begging for Sam and Steve to arrive soon. However, even with aircraft faster than most, Everest wasn't exactly a stone's throw from New York.

This was supposed to be a stealth mission, not a direct engagement.

"Don't." Despite the injury, you're stern in your words. "Don't let them turn you back into what you've worked so hard to get away from." He looks away and you use your free hand to guide his face back. He hadn't noticed he was starting to cry until you've swiped your thumb over his cheek. "Promise me."

"I can't --"

"Bucky. Promise me."

He sucks in a sharp breath. Your eyes were beginning to gloss over. The burning sensation slowly died down until your system was completely numb.

“You owe me one, after all,” you whisper brokenly. Despite his insistence, despite your wishful thinking, despite everything, you were slipping away. And when your eyes finally close, Bucky’s heart shatters.

He wants to scream. He wants to beg and barter with God. He wants nothing more than to bring you home, curl you up in blankets, and see you safe and sound and very much awake.

“2 minutes ‘til touchdown,” Steve’s voice crackles in his ear.

“It’s too late,” Bucky murmurs, fingers shakily holding you close.

Silence haunts the other end of the line and Bucky knows it’s finally sinking in. His shoulders slump in defeat, his eyes glossy with tears.

“I’ve been hurt all my fuckin life,” Bucky speaks -- To you? To Steve? To himself? It doesn’t matter. He talks despite his comms still being attached. “I’ve had everything taken away. Over and over again.” He looks up at the night sky, the stars twinkle and taunt him.

“Can I just be selfish for once?”

Ripped away.

You were being ripped away from Bucky’s arms, your soul waving goodbye to Earth, and all Bucky wanted to do was have one last chance.

You’d open your eyes again, laughing and telling him this was all an elaborate prank. He’d be so relieved that he’d save the anger for later and celebrate now. He’d crush you in a hug and when you both got home, he’d never let go. Funny how in the worst of times, Bucky Barnes discovered that he was in love.

“Bucky?” Steve calls out, but Bucky cannot comprehend it.

Is this what dissociating felt like? He hasn’t felt it in so long. It feels hollow, like there's nothing left.

You were dying, and with you, his confession was dying with.

A shift in weight tugs him back to reality. Air knocks back into his lungs. He grasps for something, anything that might ground him. When he thought he grabbed ahold of you again, he was grasping Steve’s forearm tightly.

“Buck, we need to go. I’ve got her, just let me carry her back to the --”

“No!” Bucky snaps, eyes hardening. He will not let you go. He’s not ready.

Steve winces at his tone, and for a moment, Bucky resembled an animal protecting its young. He was scared, Steve knows. He sighs in resignation, calling in for backup from Sam and Nat, who had been sitting on the quinjet patiently.

Bucky finally lets up and allows Steve to carry your body to the jet. However, he remains motionless, eyes focused on where your body had been, and now a pool of blood resided.

It was not until two sets of hands grabbed hold of him on either shoulder that he registered what was happening. He shrugs his comrades off and hauls himself onto his feet. At first, he stumbles, but Sam is quick to hold him up. Natasha on the other side was gingerly running her hands up and down his back in a pathetic attempt to calm him down. Her head is lowered, however, so that neither of them could see the grave look in her eyes.

The blood... it was a lot. She’s not sure how much longer the team had to keep you going...if it was even possible at this point.

She walks with Sam and Bucky, gaze still lingering back on your trail of blood in the snow.

--

1 month has passed and Bucky sits at his desk, his feet propped up on the table while he leans back in his chair. In his hands is a photo of you. The sun is beginning to set, and for the first time in months, Bucky’s not out for his routinely nighttime jog.

His heart aches again, his head feeling heavy. He couldn’t exercise if he wanted to. He’d feel sick to his stomach.

“I love you,” he whispers, metal thumb brushing over your pictured shoulder. He never really did get to tell you.

Sitting on the desk itself is a folder opened to a case report.

CLOSED: SUSPECTED HYDRA AFFILIATES APPREHENDED AFTER 74 HOURS TARGETED TIME. AVENGERS AND BACKUP UNITS CALLED FORTH IN ATTEMPT TO FIND RUNAWAYS. MISSION SUCCESS.

He chews on his bottom lip, closing the folder. Leaning back into his chair and staring up at the ceiling, relief washes over him. “I hope they pay for what they did to you.”

“You talkin’ to yourself again?”

He nearly jumps out of his seat, shoving the picture into his pocket as he stands. He’s embarrassed, that much can be said from the reddening of his cheeks.

“What are you doing out of bed?” he asks incredulously.

Before him, you stand a little shorter than normal, your weight leaning against a crutch. “It takes about ten-ish days to heal from a gunshot wound. Probably faster using the cradle. I’m tired of sitting around. I’m fine.”

He groans in slight aggravation. “You’re still stubborn as hell I see.”

“The stubbornnest.” You try taking a step forward but being bedridden for a few weeks has made your legs wobbly as hell. You feel yourself falling before you can even register it, but two strong arms are quick to catch your weight, careful not to put pressure on your abdomen. Shaking it off as if nothing had happened, you look up at him, giving him a wolfish grin. “Let’s go grab a bite.”

“Let’s not” he grumbles. He opens his mouth to tell you to get back to your room but quickly shuts it when seeing your expression. You’ve learned from the best. You’ve certainly mastered Steve Roger’s Kicked Puppy Expression™ .

“F-fine,” he chokes out, damning you and damning his best friend for using his kryptonite against him.

--

By special request, you were seated outside of the restaurant on the patio. Fairy-lights adorn the deck and it was just you and him out there.

There’s a comfortable silence, both of you just happy to have each other’s company. He’s eating ravioli and you’re eating ‘Some-Spicy-Italian-Thingy,’ or so you’ve called it.

He takes a moment to process it, process that by some goddamn miracle, you were alive. His knife pauses its cutting into his pasta and he slowly looks up, afraid that this was all a long dream and that you’ll be gone when he least expects it.

But you’re there, muttering curses about not being able to sit up straight without your chest hurting. The stars litter the sky and he can see some reflecting off of your eyes. The dim moonlight against your skin makes you glow, and it causes a breath to catch in his throat.

Suddenly, he’s back on Everest, watching you bleed out beneath him -- beneath the stars. His eyes widen at the vision before him, the food slowly beginning to rise from his stomach.

But once you look up, curious to know why he’s suddenly stopped eating, he’s grounded again. You’ve reached across the table, and take hold of his metal hand. He sets his knife down and entwine his fingers with yours.

“You alright, Buck?” you ask hesitantly.

“Yes,” Bucky forces, laughing tearfully. He’s sure he looks like an absolute mess right now, nose running and eyes refusing to stop crying.

You smile patiently, squeezing his hand in yours.

“Can I tell you something?” you mumble.

“Go for it.” He uses his free hand to wipe the tears from his face.

With the moon and the stars swimming in your beautiful eyes, you radiate nothing but warmth.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Bucky feels a lump in his throat as he tries not to cry for the third time today. He notices the sheepishness in your expression and before you could pull away, he coaxes you closer over the table. With his metal hand resting on the back of your head, he presses his lips against yours firmly.

You ignore the pain from your chest for once and hum in content. When he pulls away, you see nothing but solace in his eyes.

“I think I’m in love with you too,” he murmurs.

And to him, not even the shine of a thousand stars could be as bright as the smile he pulls from you.

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[magicjesuscup]

How would the KoTR react to Gray from Lord El-Melloi Case Files(don’t answer if you haven’t heard or watched)

I got two of these, so I’m going to delete the other one. I'm also going to say this is after they learn about her past and not them reacting to how she looks. I'm doing it this way because there are so many saber faces I don't think they'd have much of a reaction to a girl who just looks like their king anymore.

I also want to note that I think Gray only ever referred to Waver as "Sir" in the subbed version, so I'll be sticking to that in my response.

Another thing to note: I wrote Arthur/Artoria, Lancer Artoria, and Mordred’s reactions a few days before everyone else’s. So, theirs are kinda in the form of mini fanfiction while the rest are headcanons.

SFW and spoilers for the Lord El-Melloi Case Files.

Arthur/Artoria

Oh. Oh god do they feel guilty about this. The whole reason Gray looked the way she did was because her village was trying to resurrect them!? This poor girl never had a life of her own because she was expected to live as someone else. (No, they don't see this as anything similar to what they experienced when they were alive. They chose to be king; Gray was born into this madness.) They fought so hard so people could live their lives; this isn't what they intended.

"I never would have imagined anyone would rob someone of their life to resurrect me. Forgive me."

Gray shook her head and stared at the ground. "It wasn't all bad. I was able to meet Sir, and because I had Add, I could protect him. And I met a lot of people through him too. Some were strange. Some were kind. But they're all important memories for me, and I wouldn't have them if my childhood had been different."

Hearing that made them feel better. If she wasn't sad over things, why should they be? Still, they were a bit worried about what would happen if her village ever caught up to her.

Lancer Artoria

Artoria looked at Gray with all the confidence and dignity befitting a king. "There are several versions of me running around Chaldea. You are not one of them. The things I left undone and have yet to do are my burden to bear, not yours."

Listening to that calm tone and noting her body language, Gray looked at the floor. She was so shy and timid. "I'm really not like you at all."

"No. You are a failed King Arthur." Artoria put her hand under Gray's chin and tiled her head upward. The look in Artoria's eyes was soft and there was a hint of a smile on her face, "But, you are an exemplary Gray." Artoria dropped her hand. "You need but tend to your own affairs, whatever they may be; I shall handle the rest."

"Pft." A voice under Gray's cloak spoke. "Once and future king my foot!" Gray moved her cloak aside revealing the mystic code, who continued, "Two world wars, Brexit, a handful of pandemics-"

"Rhongomyniad." Artoria's voice was full of authority and her tone carried a warning.

The mystic code fell silent. Gray looked in shock from Add to Artoria. Sheepishly she requested, "I know you'd like me to live for myself, but I'd really like to learn how you did that."

Artoria stifled a chuckle. "I'd be honored to teach you."

"H-Hey!" Add protested. "Don't I get a say in this!?"

Artoria's voice immediately slipped back into its normal deadpan. "No."

Bedivere

Good boy Bedivere is kind, but also acts like the butler she never asked for. She doesn't want to make him feel bad by declining his offers to help her, but it's very strange for her to have someone offering to do things for her. She's kinda used to being the one to run errands and do little tasks. So, instead of accepting his offers, she suggests they do the tasks together instead. They get along well. Bedivere is a people person and conversations come easy to him, which is good since that's not one of Gray's strong suits.

Gawain

Word gets to Gawain that Gray is somehow related to King Arthur. He's kind of excited by this because that means she's his kin too. He's very curious how they're related, but is fairly certain he'll never find out. Documents detailing her family tree either probably don't exist or have been long destroyed. He basically appoints himself her big brother. Of course, he realizes very quickly he can't be rough with her like he was with his brothers/sisters raised to be boys (no wrestling and what not). Luckily, he doesn't have much trouble adapting. He tries to be kind and gentle, but it kinda comes off as weird and creepy?

Gawain: If you ever need a hug, Big Brother Gawain is here. *holds out his arms for emphasis, like he's ready for a hug right now.*

Gray: Oh. Thank you. *is 100% not going to hug him, but appreciates the gesture.*

Lancelot

Okay, so Lancelot had has a body guard crush on Artoria, and this girl is not helping. Sure, he's used to seeing other girls that look like his king running around and acting differently but none of them are this cute(!?). Like, every time Gray's around, he pictures Artoria acting like Gray and then starts smiling like a doofus.

Gray: Sir Tristan, is Sir Lancelot alright? He's had that look on his face for five minutes and he doesn't seem to be aware of anything happening around him.

Tristan: Oh, that's just the face he makes when he's thinking about a pretty girl.

Gray: Are you sure?

Tristan: Yes, he does it a lot; you'll get used to it.

Merlin

Merlin is super torn. Gray is the type that gets flustered pretty easily. People like that are super fun for him to tease, but she also looks too much like Artoria. Every time he looks at her, he's reminded of raising the tiny king until she was five and then popping back in her life to train and advise her. Also, what if he says something lewd to her, she deems him a pervert, and then never speaks to him again!? That would be awful. For now, he'll just treat her the same way he does Saber Lily.

Mordred

Mordred put his hands on his hips. "I don't get why you're bothering with that hood. Do you have any idea how many people here look like father? Nero. Joan of Arc. Okita. Bitch, you ain't special." He noticed Gray turning away from him and decided to switch tactics a bit. "I look just like father too; you think I should hide my face?"

Gray stammered out a, "Well, no-"

"Damn straight I shouldn't." He jerked his thumb towards his face. "This mug is mine. I'm not hiding it anymore, and neither should you."

Gray thought about what Mordred said and slowly removed her hood.

Mordred grinned and slapped her hard on the back a few times. "Look who's balls dropped; good job, kid!"

Tristan

Gray follows Tristan around sometimes, but he doesn't mind. Gawain and Lancelot are acting like complete weirdos, so he's guessing she's just grateful to have found a knight that can act like a normal human being. He's also 100% wrong. Gray is fascinated by Tristan's ability to somehow see with his eyes shut. Her working theory is that he has mystic eyes that let him see through his eyelids and they take such a toll on him they cause him to randomly fall asleep throughout the day. She tags along with him waiting to see some evidence (her experiences with Waver have taught her to always look for proof). Also, Gawain and Lancelot know this, but they're not telling him. Can you blame them? He called them weirdos; they're going to enjoy watching him be wrong!

#Arthur Pendragon #Artoria Pendragon #Arturia Pendragon #Lancer Artoria #Lancer Arturia #Bedivere #Gawain #Lancelot #Merlin #Mordred #Tristan #Fate/Grand Order #My Fanfiction #kinda?

[lemonerix]

You Dropped This

Day 4: Free day/Nautical AU Word count: 3465

His eyes mirrored the blue waves of the ocean, he kicked the wet sand beneath his foot. He watched as his footprints dissolved as the tide came and went. The rhythm of the waves as they crashed onto shore filled his eardrums, the cold wind stinging his face and the scent of salt was the only thing he could smell; he always found the sea to be calming. Whenever he felt upset, he would always find himself walking his problems away on the beach, letting the waves erase it just as it would with his footprints on the shore.

Alfred sighed as a relieved grin stretched on his face. He could feel his worries get washed away by the sea, at least, for the meantime. He knew that he can’t run away from the real world forever, so he enjoyed the little time he had away from it. He watched seagulls and pelicans fly above him, he watched a small crab as it made its way into the water, his eyes raked around his surroundings before they fell on an odd sight.

A man sat on the sand just a few yards away from him. He was half-dressed, with only his trunks on. “A swimmer who likes cold waters, probably?” Alfred thought as he slowly approached the man. The man did not notice his presence at first, only when Alfred was a few feet away from him did he realize that he was not alone. The man was alarmed when he realized that a person was approaching him, his hand flew to the furry cloak beside him. He was about to run into the water when he recognized who the man approaching him was. He immediately felt relieved, it was just Alfred. Then panic filled him, it was Alfred!  

“Um, hey bro, you okay?” Alfred asked the stranger on the beach. His lips quivered before answering the American, “I’m…I’m good.” He cleared his throat, “I’m alright.” 

Arthur hoped that he didn’t sound so stupid in front of him. It’s not like Alfred knew him or anything, so why should he feel so self-conscious around him? Oh yeah, because of the fact that he had a huge crush on the American. Also, the fact that he had practically stalked him ever since he first came to the beach. Arthur wasn’t really human, because if he was, then he would’ve already gotten caught in the past. He was a selkie, a creature than can morph into a human being by taking off their seal-skin. The first time he saw Alfred was three years ago. Back then, Arthur had no interest in going on land (except for the thing called ‘tea’. It was the only reason why he even took off his skin in the first place), but when he saw Alfred walking on the beach with a lonely expression, he became curious. It wasn’t the first time he encountered a human, but it was the only time he paid attention to one. 

For three years, he watched Alfred behind beach rocks, from afar, and sometimes as a seal swimming in shallow waters. Each time Alfred came back to that beach, Arthur would always find himself watching him and grow even more curious. He wanted to know his name, who he was, where he came from, what was his favorite type of fish was, and the like.  There was just something curious about the human that he wanted to find out, and before he knew it, he had developed something else other than curiosity for the man.

“I…I should go.” Arthur stood up and briskly walked away before the other man could say anything else. Alfred thought that the man was strange, a little reluctant too, before he noticed the cloak lying on the ground. “Hey!” he yelled, “I think you dropped this!” he raised the furry cloak above his head. Arthur turned around and felt his heart drop into his stomach. “Oh no…” he whispered to himself. Alfred waved the seal-skin around like a flag, he said something else to the selkie, but he barely registered them. 

He has my skin. He is holding my skin in his hands.

Those words were the only things going on through his mind, he slowly walked back to Alfred. He could feel his cheeks burning as he approached the man, his heart hammered in his chest as he stood before the American. “You dropped this.” Alfred said as he handed the selkie his skin. Arthur refused to look at the human, he was embarrassed to the point where he wanted to curl up in a hole and die. He knew what it meant when a human takes the skin of a selkie, if only he wasn’t careless, he wouldn’t have gotten himself betrothed to a human. “Th…thank you.” He stuttered, wondering if he should tell the American what he had done. Alfred flashed him a grin, “You’re welcome dude. That’s some strange towel you have there.” He remarked.

“It’s not…nevermind.” He wrung the skin on his hands, now nervous that the human might think of him as strange. He was quiet until Alfred asked him another question, “So, what brings you here to the harsh beaches of the British Isles?”

“Wh…what?”

“What are you doing here, dude? You a swimmer?”

Arthur’s mind was racing, he couldn’t almost understand the human. He’s quite talented with the human language, but he somehow found himself speechless in front of Alfred. His mouth opened and closed like a fish before he could reply, “Swimming. Yeah, something like that. I swim.”

You’re brilliant, Arthur. Fucking brilliant.

“That’s cool.” Alfred flashed a grin. He was screaming internally behind his smile. This stranger on the beach was the most gorgeous creature he has ever laid his eyes on. He’s seen pretty faces before, but damn; this guy seemed like he was pulled out of a fairytale. There was a peculiar aura surrounding the strange man, he was like a mystery begging to be solved by Alfred.

“What…what about you?” the man stuttered out, “What brings you here to the beach?” 

“Well,” Alfred scratched his head, “I just like to walk my problems off here. The sea makes me calm, and helps me escape from the harsh reality of life.” The selkie only nodded at his statement. The two of them stood awkwardly there for another minute before Arthur gave the human a quick farewell and fled. Alfred tried to call out to him, but he was too far away. He sighed and kicked the sand beneath him.

“Damn, I didn’t even get to catch his name.”

.

A week later, Alfred found himself walking along the beach where he first met the strange man. He couldn’t stop thinking about the weird encounter he had on that beach. He hoped that he could see him again if he went back there, maybe even catch his name and get a date for the weekend.

The cold sea water lapped at his feet as he strolled along the shore, he kept on looking around him to see if he could find the nameless man again.

Seagulls. Sand. Seagulls. Water. Man. Rocks. Seagulls.

His eyes focused on the man sitting on top of the rocks, he recognized him immediately. The familiar mop of blonde hair and soft green eyes that held mysterious beauty wasn’t easy to forget. Alfred practically ran towards the rocks, “Hey!” he shouted, getting the attention of the peculiar man. Arthur stared at the human as he ran across the beach towards him. He didn’t feel scared, but he was a little nervous about the American. He didn’t want him to find out that he was a selkie, he might never return to the beach and probably be scared of him. He’ll try to play it cool and pretend that he is human, if he could do that, then he could marry him.

The thing about selkies is that if their skin is taken from them, they either have to marry their betrothed or die of a curse. He’d rather marry the human, because the curse is the most painful way a selkie could perish. It’s not his fault that things are supposed to be this way, selkies don’t make the rules after all. Alfred stopped by the rocks, he and the selkie stared at each other for a few moments before the American cleared his throat, “I didn’t catch your name, last time we met.”

Arthur’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. He mumbled out a few words, and cleared his throat, “I…My name is Arthur.” He looked away, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Nice to meet you Arthur. I’m Alfred.” The American felt himself blush, he suddenly felt nervous for some reason. The man’s strange beauty was forever burned into his mind, he knew that he had to at least try to talk him up if he wanted to get an easy score, but the words became jumbled in his mouth. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing, or else one thing would lead to another and he might end up never seeing Arthur again. 

“Thank you again for returning my…towel.” The selkie said quietly. Alfred barely heard him over the wind and waves, but he saw gratitude gleaming in Arthur’s eyes. “You’re welcome, dude.” He smiled. Nothing happened for a few minutes, until the selkie jumped off from his rock and strode towards the human. The American was confused for a moment, did he do something wrong that made Arthur upset? Arthur closed the space between them until their noses were almost touching, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at the human.

If only I wasn’t careless…If only I didn’t get to meet him…I wouldn’t be in this mess right now!

Alfred gazed into eyes green like malachite gems, he could feel his heartbeat quicken. “Arthur, wha—?” he never finished what he was going to say because Arthur smashed his lips on the American’s mouth. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds before the selkie pulled away and glared at Alfred, who was still trying to process what just happened. “Damn you!” Arthur hissed, “Damn you for being so nice and kind!”

Alfred frowned, “What? I was just trying to help you. Do you have something against nice people bro?” by then, he wasn’t sure if he should’ve helped him out in the first place. He probably shouldn’t have judged the book by its cover. Arthur let out a groan of frustration, he pinched the bridge of his nose and silently cursed himself.

Hey, what part of “playing it cool” did you not understand? I thought you were smarter than that.

He scolded himself for panicking. Why did he even panic in the first place? Arthur turned scarlet, he wished that whatever deity was out there would strike him down right there and then. “I…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… to do that.” He stammered, “Just forget that I ever did that. Forget you ever met me.” He began to walk away, thinking that maybe dying of a curse isn’t so bad after all. Alfred grabbed his wrist and yanked him back, “Oh, ya ain’t going anywhere until you explain yourself!” The selkie let out a cry, he was face to face with Alfred once again. “Hey, let go of me!” He tried to pull away, but the human’s grip was strong. “Not until you tell me what’s going on!”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because…because if I did…” Alfred heard a sob from the selkie, “You’d stop coming back, and…and I wouldn’t be able to…I don’t want to…” Arthur spoke brokenly, tears streamed down his cheeks. Alfred felt guilt climbing up his throat, he loosened his hand on the other’s arm. “Oh, god. I’m…I’m so sorry—!” And in that moment, Arthur took the chance to escape. He ran towards the rocks to retrieve his skin; he didn’t notice Alfred following behind him. Just as he was about to put it on, the human caught up with him and his eyes widened at the sight. “Arthur!” Alfred reached out his hand towards him, but was too late. The last thing the human saw was the tail of a very large seal as it jumped into the cold waters.

.

Alfred knew what he saw, but he did not want to believe it. He saw Arthur’s pale face before he turned into a seal, and disappear into the ocean. He wanted to believe that he was just hallucinating, that what he saw was some kind of schizophrenic episode. Deep down however, he knew that what his eyes saw was true. He knew that Arthur was real. He did a little bit of research about human-seal creatures and stumbled upon the folktale of the selkie. That’s how he found out what Arthur really was, and why he was so upset at him. He didn’t know back then that taking a selkie’s skin meant that he was proposing to him, now he felt flustered whenever he thought of Arthur.

For the past six months, he had visited the beach where he last saw Arthur but he never saw him there again. He wrote letters and put them inside bottles, then he threw them into the ocean to be dragged away by the currents. A bit cliché, but he had no other way of communicating with the selkie. He waited for his reply patiently.

He visited the beach every day, he would even camp out at night at the beach when the winds were harsh and the temperature was almost freezing. He waited for days, weeks, and months, but he did not waver. It was almost a year since he last saw Arthur, but his memory still felt like it all happened yesterday. Alfred could still hear his voice, he could still picture his eyes, green as ever, his wheaten hair, his cold skin, his warm lips, everything about him that he noticed during the two times they encountered. He wanted to see Arthur, no, he needed to see Arthur. He was ready to wait for a hundred years as long as he saw the one who captured his heart, even if it was just for one last time.

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A storm was brewing over the ocean, the winds were almost unforgiving that morning. Alfred went to the beach despite the brewing storm, the wind and rain didn’t bother him anyway. The beach was more colorless than usual days, the waves were grey, and the dreary atmosphere made the whole beach feel depressing. He scanned the familiar surroundings, hoping to at least find something different, and something different he found. Bottles littered the shore, most had barnacles and corals growing on them, and they led to the rocks where he last saw him. Alfred ran as fast as his legs could go, the wind and rain stung his face like a million needles but he did not pay attention to the pain. He almost tripped over the bottles and rocks in the sand, he was almost at the rocks.

Please, please, please. Please be here.

He felt disappointed when he only saw more glass bottles, the adrenaline he felt slowly disappeared. 

Maybe I am going nuts. Why did I expect him to come back? He’s just a figment of my imagination, I just made him up.

Alfred fell on his knees.

I just made him up because I wanted to escape reality so bad.

He could see his tears blurring his eyes.

But why does he feel so real?

He let out a cry, and became a sobbing mess. The weather seemed to feel his sadness, the winds picked up and heavy rain fell from the dark clouds. He cried out in frustration, loneliness, and hopelessness. The sea cried with him. He almost missed the soft voice that called out to him.

“Alfred.”

He gasped and searched around him, then his gaze landed on the familiar figure atop the rocks. Arthur gave him a sad smile and jumped off the rock. The American was frozen in place, he was wondering if the cold was making him delirious or that he had finally gone nuts. The selkie slowly approached him, in his hands were some of the hundreds of letters Alfred threw into the sea. The papers were wet and torn, the ink had already smeared some of the words, making them almost unreadable, but Arthur held onto them like a lifeline. "Arthur." the human said breathlessly, he couldn't believe his eyes. After almost a year of yearning and waiting, the moment he longed for was finally here. But he didn't know what to do, all he did was wait and wait, and he didn't know what would happen when they would meet again. 

The selkie stood right in front of him, the sad smile on his lips never leaving his face. Alfred muttered his name once again, he stepped closer until the two were mere inches apart. Arthur looked up to him, "You look tired." he said, placing a hand on the human's cheek. "I'm sorry." he rubbed his hand over the warm skin. "Where...where were you? I waited for you everyday, I wrote you letters—"

"I know. I've read them all." Arthur interrupted.

"Then...then, why? Why did you make me wait? Why didn't you come back—!"

"I was scared, Alfred." The selkie cut him off once again. Alfred couldn't think of anything to say back, so he waited for him to continue. "I was...I was afraid, that you'd reject me. That you'd stop coming back, that you'd never show yourself to me ever again." Arthur confessed, his voice was brittle but his smile never wavered. 

"That's what I have been thinking of everyday, it ate me from the inside." He softly chuckled, "I guess I was wrong. Despite knowing who I really am, you still came back and looked for me, you waited day and night." his grip tightened on the tattered papers in his hands, "I feel terrible. If only I had been more braver, maybe we wouldn't be in this mess. Maybe, we could've worked." he laughed bitterly. His laughter was interrupted by a sharp pain in his chest, he winced and crumpled to the ground. "Shit, Arthur!" Alfred caught the selkie in his arms, surprised at the touch of his freezing skin. 

"Alfred..." His voice was weak and almost inaudible in the storm, The Curse was slowly killing him from the inside, it was the most painful thing he ever felt. He heaved and sobbed, he curled into Alfred's chest. "Arthur, hey, hey, hey! C'mon, wake up!" he shook the selkie's bare shoulder, his skin was pasty and unaturally pale. The other only moaned in response, he could feel The Curse eating away his insides and skin. The American kept calling Arthur's name, he tried to keep him awake by shaking him occasionally.

The storm raged around them, wind and rain blew against the two of them. The letters in Arthur's hand were long gone, drenched by the rain and blown away by the wind. The selkie only felt numbness below his knees, but he felt Alfred's warm embrace, it felt heavenly. He had so much more to say to the human, but he knew he had little time left. "Alfred..." His voice was almost a whisper, "Yeah? What is it, Arthur?" the other man asked breathlessly, he stroked the selkie's wet hair. 

"Promise me..." He croaked, "Please, promise me."

"Yeah, I promise. What is it that you want me to promise you?"

"When...when I'm reborn. When we meet again...please, marry me." Alfred's eyes widened, before turning soft as he gazed down at Arthur. He nodded, "Yeah," he kissed the selkie's forehead, "I'll wait for that day. And when that day comes, I am going to marry you." 

Arthur's half-opened eyes shone with tears, "I wish we had more time..." he leaned into Alfred, who nodded in agreement. They stayed that way until Arthur was nothing but sea foam. The storm stopped just as he disappeared. Alfred cradled nothing in his arms, but he imagined that the selkie's form was still curled around him. He was wet, cold and lost. What was he supposed to do now? Should he move on?

Maybe. I don't think I would ever forget something like this though. 

He left the rocks, and the beach behind. He stopped waiting by the sea everyday, he stopped writing letters and stopped going to the beach whenever he felt upset. Arthur would cross his mind every now and then, and he would always end up thinking that if he had done things differently, took all the risks and had been more confident, maybe he could've scored an easy date that weekend.

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I did a few changes to the folktale for the sake of the plot. I kinda rushed this one too, I've been busy the past couple of days. Anyway, hope ya'll enjoyed the story!

#usuk #usukweek #aph america #aph england #fanfic #Hello fellow astronomers

[thegeminisage]

we were robbed: the morgana & arthur edition

i have a well-worded and very-thought-out meta about this brewing in me but i don’t have time for all that so have this instead (spoilers obviously):

arthur & morgana didn’t know they were brother and sister but in actuality they would have GROWN UP like brother and sister because (though we don’t have any ages) it’s implied that morgana came to uther quite young

season 1 has them acting all flirty with a touch of antagonism but if they had had their shit together from the start there would have been nothing but (somewhat loving) antagonism from the get-go

a nice thing to have done would have been for someone to suggest arthur/morgana and for them both to look genuinely disgusted (”he’s like my BROTHER”/”she’s like my SISTER”) instead of “i’m pretending to be disgusted but secretly i’d hit it” because it would have been really funny come season 3 when the reveal came thru

here’s the thing about siblings, particularly when there are only just the two of you and you’re very close in age: siblings know you better than anyone. if you grow up with someone they have been witness to all of your weird obsessions and awkward phases and stupid crushes and bad ideas. they are often the only playmate of your age and so you spend 100% of your time together whether you like it or not. you learn to tolerate them and vice versa. you know what will make them happy. you know what will piss them off. there is no one you hate more than your sibling. there is no one you love more than your sibling. no one else on earth can make you so angry or so happy. they are your partner in crime and/or the one framing you for murder. they will help you bury a body and mock you mercilessly for it for the rest of time. siblings are your life companion until one of you becomes an adult. in a perfect world, nobody would have ever, ever, EVER understood arthur and morgana as well as they understood each other - absolutely no one else on earth can comprehend what it’s like to grow up where you grew up with the parents that you had except someone who did it with you

AND THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED FOR ARTHUR AND MORGANA

imagine a canon where when morgana says in season 1 that SHE ALONE can convince arthur to defy their father and get him to do (whatever dumb thing - kill the afanc, find the morteus flower, etc) it’s not because of her Womanly Wiles it’s because she grew up with this IDIOT and she knows him better than he knows himself

imagine a canon where arthur and morgana’s relationship more closely resembles merlin and arthur’s just for the SHEER AMOUNT of insults traded - and morgana hardly has to mind her tongue the way merlin sometimes does because she and arthur are nearly of equal station

shooting each other rude looks behind uther’s back at dinner, absolutely roasting people at court under their breath, roasting each OTHER under their breath, scheming to get away with mad plots right under uther’s nose, tattling on each other when one of them was holding a grudge, alternatively arch-enemies and thick as thieves, that’s SIBLINGHOOD, babey. like this except if morgana wasn’t lying

you know what i think? if morgana and arthur had been written as proper siblings, arthur would have been one of the first people morgana confessed the truth about her magic to. yes sometimes it’s hard to tell people close to you about that shit, but we didn’t see morgana so much as CONSIDER telling arthur the truth in canon. arthur, as morgana’s adoptive-not-adoptive brother, would be one of the most important people in her life (and vice versa). if magic = gay, there’s no way she wouldn’t asking probing questions such as “so hypothetically if you found out someone you loved had magic what would you do” (more subtle than that because she’s not merlin but you get the idea - that’s what the gays do with our straight siblings. we test for homophobia.)

like if arthur had come for her when he thought the druids kidnapped her because he was actually as distraught and worried as uther was and she, instead of freaking out and fleeing, begged him to cover for her because she wanted to stay - THAT’S WHAT SIBLINGS DO. they ask impossibly hard shit of each other and then they owe one another favors for the rest of their lives. morgana and arthur should have been RIDE OR DIE for each other. that arthur would have fucking covered for her or at least been really torn about it and really fucked up that he didn’t, if he chose not to

i would have loved to see arthur struggle more with the fact that was not only morgana his biological sister but she was magical - and yeah he didn’t find out until morgana had turned ~evil~ but THAT IS WHAT WE WERE ROBBED OF

as a matter of fact arthur only gets about 5 total minutes of screentime in the same frame as morgana AT BEST! after she pulls off the sister & magic reveals but in every bit of it he is fucking HEARTBROKEN. arthur’s more fucked up about morgana than merlin is and it’s merlin’s stupid fault she went darkside to begin with

look at the tears in her eyes. he’s so sad to see her like this. he calls her MY LADY even when she’s trying to murder them all. arthur grew up with morgana. arthur must have loved her SO MUCH. she would without a doubt be someone he considered his immediate family. there’s a million and one fanfics about arthur changing his mind about magic after he discovers someone he loves (merlin) would be killed for having it, but almost none of them deal with how arthur would take the revelation that morgana, his sister in all but name (at least until he finds out she’s actually his biological sister too), has magic, and would have to be put to death according to the law

like. ok. he sent merlin out of town when merlin was facing execution over something as simple as STEALING in 2.06, he helped mordred escape the chopping block in 1.08, he pled gwen’s case in 1.03 when he thought she was a sorceress for real, do we really think he wouldn’t have fought for morgana? 

moving on: morgana died nearly right in front of arthur and we get 0 emotional reaction from him - typical. granted he was also dying, but a word exchanged about how the pendragon line ended with the two of them on the same day would not have gone amiss.

think of the PARALLELS - they both died from a sword forged in a dragon’s breath, when their father was the one who drove the dragons to extinction

LIKE: morgana wanting arthur to lift the ban on magic SO BADLY yet being the reason arthur remains convinced he can’t - because he watched his bright sweet compassionate and brave sister become someone cold and ruthless - watched her pain morph her into someone not unlike uther, who also used his pain as an excuse to kill people

arthur wanting morgana to stop her crusade EQUALLY badly but HE’S the reason she remains convinced she can’t do that EITHER because he still won’t lift the fucking ban

(AND LET US NEVER FORGET THAT THEY BOTH HAVE THAT FIREBRAND PENDRAGON RAGE - when arthur gets mad he gets GOOD and mad - both of them tried to kill uther, both of them at one point attempted to or actually did disown him once they were able to fully comprehend the extent of his crimes)

their reconciliation could have been so good. morgana insisting that magic didn’t make her this way, people did - people like arthur and uther. as good as arthur’s moment at the druid shrine in 4.10 was, that same moment and emotion should have gone to morgana in late season 4 or 5 (preferably while she was beating his face in with him making no effort to stop her winter soldier style lmao)

man ok arthur and merlin’s grand tragic not-quite-romance was good and fucked up and i love it to death, but SIBLING RELATIONSHIPS are so fucking powerful. they’re messy and difficult but most of all they’re ENDURING because you just can’t pick your family

and they had such a good character and good relationship RIGHT THERE with morgana and they WASTED all of their potential

thats ALL IM SAYING. ok. thank u and goodnight

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obi x fem!reader | new recruit

akitaru obi x reader

female reader

Captain Obi thinks the new recruit is the most adorable girl he has ever seen.

no warning

          Being recruited in the 8th company while being a third generation pyrokinetic seemed fun. Well, it was less for (Y/N), and especially during the winter. Indeed, she had the ability to spit fire, since she could create some herself. However, she had gotten a cold. She was sneezing so much. And the more she tried to stop to -because she didn't want to put the company on fire- the more it seemed to happen. She was 19, and she knew that most people in the company were going to be younger than her, but still, she wanted to make a good impression.

           She got greeted by Maki Oze first, who walked her to the Captain, while telling her all the perks of being a firefighter. ''Oh, you're... you're (Y/N) (L/N), right ?'' Captain Obi asked, when he saw her. ''Yes, Captain !'' The girl answered ; she looked really stressed. ‘’Why being so stressed ? We won’t bite you, you know. And your power is quite useful.’’

‘’Well, it’s kinda the issue, Captain...’’ (Y/N) answered. Obi raised an eyebrow. ‘’What ? Something went wrong ?’’ (Y/N) started to try to prevent a sneeze. ‘’Well, I caught a cold, and whenever I sneeze, I spit fire...’’ The main simply laughed at her statement. ‘’No way ?! That’s actually kinda cute !’’

Her eyes widened. ‘’’Cute’ ? It’s dangerous ! I really don’t want to burn this place because I got a cold..’’ The man smiled. ‘’Well, you haven’t sneezed yet. You don’t seem that dangerous.’’ It was supposed to be a good thing ; but seeing his colleague’s face, Takehisa groaned. ‘’No, don’t think of it.’’ But Obi didn’t care. He took a lock of (Y/N)’s hair, and rubbed it against her nose. Takehisa sighed. ‘’Sorry about that, (L/N). It’s just Captain Obi’s personality. He gave the same treatment to Shinra Kusakabe.’’

Obi didn’t look like he had listened to anything his colleague had said, since he was only focused on (Y/N). She looked like she was trying very hard not to sneeze -and she failed. The man had the reflex to move away when the fire came out, so he didn’t burn himself. He only laughed, but the girl was really embarrassed, and immediately extinguished the fire. She looked at her Captain, who only laughed. ‘’Sorry, sorry ! You’re just so adorable !’’

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. ‘’’Adorable’ ? If you weren’t fast I would’ve burnt you !’’ But he only laughed. ‘’I’m a firefighter, it’s not a sneeze that will scare me !’’ The noise coming from the workshop made the other members of the 8th company look for what was going on -even if Maki had told them there was a new recruit already.

(Y/N) turned to look at everyone, and bowed. ‘’I’m (Y/N) (L/N) ! Nice to meet you all !’’ She smiled. ‘’Arthur Boyle ! A knight that would do anything for a princess !’’ The blonde immediately said, even though Sister Iris was about to speak. They all introduced themselves, until Shinra got cut off by a sneeze. He avoided it, but (Y/N) had already extinguish the flames she had created when the boy looked at where they were. ‘’Wow, you sneeze fire ?’’ He asked.

His question made Obi laugh, and that obviously embarrassed the girl, who only pouted. ‘’I spit fire. I usually control it well, but I’ve gotten a cold and now it’s all over the place.’’ Arthur raised an eyebrow. ‘’But nobody sneezes with their mouth ?’’ Obi laughed. ‘’Don’t worry, (Y/N) ! Arthur is not really on Earth with us, sometimes.’’

That said, he turned to the main addressee. ‘’And to answer your question, when you sneeze you actually make a tiny sound with your mouth. You make that sound with air, and that’s why (Y/N) is spitting fire when she sneezes, right ?’’ He turned to look at her when he mentioned her name, and she nodded.

It had been 1 month since (Y/N) got in the Fire Force, and by now, Obi could tell he was having a kind of crush on her. He felt dumb, for liking a girl and trying to make her see it, like he was a teenager. Even Maki had noticed his actions. ‘’Okay (Y/N), who do you prefer ! Shinra or Arthur ?’’ The girl jumped at Maki’s question. ‘’They’re not adults, Maki, I’ll feel weird if I answer that question.’’ Arthur pouted, while Shinra didn’t really care much.

Maki sighed. ‘’Oh, come on ! I’m 19 too, but I can tell which one I prefer !’’ (Y/N) giggled. ‘’Not in front of them !’’ The brunette thought for a minute, and then gasped. ‘’And between Captain Obi and our Commandant ?! They’re not here !’’ (Y/N) giggled once again, seeing her friend’s excitement. ‘’Captain Obi, I guess ? He’s much more friendly and he’s funny.’’ Maki raised her eyebrows, a smile on her face. ‘’And he’s handsome, right ?’’ Her friend blinked. ‘’I guess so, yeah ?’’

The brunette gasped. ‘’Do you have a crush on him ?!’’ (Y/N) jumped. ‘’Ah ?! I only answered your question ! You think he’s handsome too, but you don’t have a crush on him !’’ She didn’t expect to get cut off by Captain Obi himself.

‘’And who are we talking about ?’’ (Y/N) didn’t have time to think -she didn’t want him to know it was about him. ‘’Arthur !’’ The blonde felt quite glad that she said his name, even though he knew they weren’t talking about him at all. Obi scoffed. ‘’You’re quite lucky the girls find you handsome, Arthur !’’ The blonde nodded, proud. But the man couldn’t avoid (Y/N)’s red face. ‘’Why are you blushing ? Did I scare you ? Was I too close ?’’ He said, laughing. She only looked away, muttering ‘’kinda’’.

The next morning, (Y/N) was late, but Obi didn’t seem to care for the moment, since it was only 5 minutes right now. He was still doing acrobatics while training, and Maki rolled her eyes. ‘’It’s more to show off than anything else, is it ?’’ She asked, but still with a respectful tone. He chuckled. ‘’I like to flex, I can’t lie !’’ Then, he gave his recruits his orders, and (Y/N) finally showed up when everyone was gone. He stopped to do his acrobatics to talk to her more properly.

‘’Ahhh, so sorry, Captain ! I didn’t hear my alarm and since I’m alone in my dorm for the moment I don’t have another one !’’ He cut her off. ‘’No problem, you’ll just get a punishment. No big deal.’’ She started to panic. ‘’Am I getting more work ?!’’ He chuckled. ‘’Yeah, extra training.’’ She sighed, but she didn’t know he wasn’t done yet. ‘’We’re going to talk about ourselves while drinking tea !’’

She raised an eyebrow. ‘’That... doesn’t sound like a training.’’ Obi had a smile on his face, and it hadn’t faded yet. ‘’It’s a date !’’ (Y/N) blinked a few times. ‘’... Because I was late ?’’ Still his smile on. ‘’No, because I decided so ! And that very first day, you were sneezing fire and that was adorable !’’ He said, giving her a thumb up. She giggled. ‘’Hm... sure then, when ?’’

‘’Tonight, after everyone will be in their dorms. Nobody’s with you, nobody will notice you’re not there.’’ She chuckled, and was about to follow the orders he had given after he repeated them to her. ‘’Oh, and (Y/N) ? I know you weren’t talking about Arthur the other day.’’ That said, she turned red, and even if she wasn’t facing him anymore, she started to rush.

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