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floatyflowers · 2 months

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Dark Platonic! Fire Nation Royal Family x Non-bender Reader

With Ozai:

At first he didn't accept the fact that you, his youngest child, is a non-bender, and ignored your existence.

That was until he noticed how his older brother, Iroh, spends time with you, Ozai got extremely jealous.

And decided to spend time with you, only to realize that you are his favorite child, and felt like an actual father.

Yes, you can't firebend nor do you even have the ability to protect yourself.

But why would you need to protect yourself when your father is going to be the Phoenix king of the fire nation?

Ozai will burn down the world for you.

"You, my sweet child, will grow up in the presence of a very powerful father"

With Ursa:

When Ursa found out that you couldn't bend, she became overprotective of you to the point of paranoia.

Since childhood, she refused to allow you to play with anyone except Zuko.

One time, one of her handmaidens scolded you harshly for playing outside without your mother's permission which resulted in you bursting into tears.

The next day, that handmaiden was fired and Ursa made sure that she gets no other jobs.

While thinking of escaping, she thought to take you with her.

However, Ozai has forbidden that from happening.

"When you find out the truth, promise to come find me"

With Azulon

While still alive, he made sure you had the best education and guards.

Azulon also made sure to have you believe that the fire nation is without mistakes or faults.

He tried manipulating you into believing that just your loyalty to your people is enough duty.

However, you are kind, too kind.

Yet, he Azulon didn't hate you for it even if he considered a weak trait to have in the royal family.

He also still has the flower crown you made him stored away safely so it doesn't rot.

It is rumored that the last word he muttered was your name.

With Iroh

Uncle Iroh isn't really as possessive as the other characters, but he focuses on advising you from time to time.

You enjoy drinking tea with him and gossiping about everything.

Even though, Ozai has forbidden him from speaking with you, you would sneak behind your father's back to drink tea with him.

After the loss of his son in the war, Lu Ten, Iroh felt depressed.

Yet you managed to comfort him with your cheerfulness and playful attitude.

It reminded him of his son.

"The best quality in a princess is her kindness, something which your sister clearly lacks"

With Zuko

Zuko thought you would be like Azula but you have proven him wrong.

You are kind, gentle, and nurturing just like your and his mother.

That's why Zuko always found himself by your side, being your playmate...being your protecter.

His mother told him that it's his duty to protect you from danger considering that he is your older brother.

Even though Azula has never hurt you, but Zuko was always wary of her, especially after his mother disappeared.

When Ozai challenged him to an Agni Kai, you were the first to cry out and plead with him to let Zuko off, but Ozai felt jealous of your relationship with Zuko and was determined to teach his son a lesson.

However when your brother got banished, Zuko took you with him in secret not wanting you to be left with Azula.

"I know the journey will take long but once I restore my honor we can return home together"

With Azula

Azula was extremely jealous when you were born, thinking that you will take all the attention from here.

But she realized that you deserve all the attention.

You didn't treat her like a monster, you weren't scared of her.

Instead you showed her love and called her 'big sister'

You would cling to her as a toddler, whenever there was lightning, you would secretly sneak to her room and sleep beside her.

"How can you be scared of lightning, we control it, silly"

Mai and Ty Lee saw how Azula softens whenever you are around.

And when Azula discovered that you have left with Zuko, she destroyed everything in her way and burned a few servants.

"She's mine, and only MINE"

#tw: toxic relationships #avatar the last airbender #Yandere #platonic yandere #zuko x reader #yandere ozai #Yandere zuko #Yandere Azula #sister reader #daughter reader #readerinsert

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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I have a request!!!!

Can you do a Bucky barnes x female reader angst based on Call out my name by weekend.....

Like Bucky and reader used to date and reader have been with Bucky in ugly times but he leaves her for someone else...

But reader having a happy ending and Bucky regretting........

By your big fan 🌝

18+ minors dni

Ex bucky x reader, destroyer chris x reader

That song is sexy as hell. I know this isn't straight up cheating but this smells of Bucket to me. sigh. Okay. Here we go.

You really have been with him through everything. The absolute worst of times, holding him, cradling him, loving him through every nightmare, every breakdown, talking him through every insecurity he feels. You are his safe place, the one place he can cry and sob and be himself with no judgement.

You run your fingers through his hair while rocking him close to your body each night, deprived of sleep just like him but you'd never let him suffer alone.

Until.

He claims he needs a fresh start. The more he's with you, the more he remembers the dark sides of his past. You're special, but you remind him of every moment of weakness he's had. You don't remind him of happiness and hope. When he sees you, he sees the place he goes to cry and he doesn't want that anymore.

He just can't see a future with you.

It's over.

You're struggling to keep it together, your heart in pieces while he's flourishing, learning how to love himself now and be more independent. It's hardly been a few weeks until he has a new girl around. He thinks he's found happiness, there's a part of him that feels oddly hollow. There's something missing. He brushes it off because it'll pass and he's dating someone new anyway. She looks very much like you but that's where the similarities end. He learns that very quickly.

She's not sweet like you.

Not patient like you.

Not loving like you.

Not beautiful like you.

She's not you.

Bucky realizes his mistake very quickly, whatever stupid reasons he had for wanting to break up make 0 sense, he understands that now. He tries to have a conversation with you but it's impossible with the team standing in the way each time he comes by your room. Steve hasn't punched Bucky yet but he's very close to hitting him on the head with his shield if he comes to you one more time.

Bucky went looking for you in every girl he came across and it was never the same. You're all he can think of, and it doesn't stop him from calling you for. You can hear his cries at night, your name falling from his lips when he has a nightmare. He's whimpering and crying, he needs you back, he's so scared but he can't do anything about it, he made his choice when he left you.

He calls you for even when he shouldn't.

"Y/n..."

"What the fuck?!"

"I-

Bucky doesn't even bother correcting himself, simply getting off his newest hookup and putting his clothes back on. He doesn't even hear her screaming at him, truthfully he doesn't care, he can just think of you. He wants to call for you, he wants to be wrapped in your warmth, coming undone for you, making you feel good but it never happens.

When he sees you in Chris's arms, he doesn't know what to do with himself. Your new boyfriend won't let Bucky go near you with a 10 foot pole. He treats you like a princess. Just like you deserve. He's protective over you. He's always by your side.

"I love you sugar" He has you on his motorbike, parked outside the compound, his arms around your waist, trailing kisses down your face to your neck. "My pretty girl"

Bucky freezes seeing you both, seething watching the way his hands are stroking your waist, the waist he used to hold onto, the place only he used to be allowed to touch. When you see Bucky, your heart races. Anxiety takes over. You love your boyfriend but you can't help the new fear that has clouded your brain, a part of you is always scared he might leave just like...

"Baby, look at me" He breaks you out of your trance, his thumbs wiping away the tears you didn't even notice spill down your cheeks. "Sweet heart, I'm here" He holds you close to his chest, he knows everything that happened and he's ready to be patient with you and show you exactly how you deserved to be loved. "It's okay baby, m'not going anywhere"

Bucky hates himself even more because not only did he hurt you but you now also feared people would leave you without warning, just like him. He wants you back, every single day but it never happens.

***

Nothing gets easier, even though a part of him is happy to see you doing better. Much better. You're smiling, laughing, surrounded by the team while you look open presents, giggling at the cute little onsies and baby toys the team has brought for the baby shower. Tony got your little one a tiny custom leather jacket to match his dad. There's a set of tiny silver rings. There are way more toy motorcycles than toy cars.

You're in your own world now, with your husband, a little baby on the way.

The pain he's feeling couldn't be worse.

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half-bakedboy · 21 days

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Hi! I saw that you were asking for Tommy/Buck prompts! What do you think about: "You're allowed to be happy, y'know."? With Tommy continuing to be just as gentle with Buck as he was with that kiss! I'm still not over it 🩷

Tommy kisses Buck on a Thursday and takes him on their first date the following Saturday. They go on two more official dates before Tommy reminds him his sister's getting married in a few weeks. They're five dates into their... well, whatever they are, when Buck watches Tommy dance with his newly married sister.

There's something so gentle about the way Tommy holds Maddie's manicured fingers delicately in his own. He has what can only be described as a gentlemanly hand on her waist and he's almost letting her take the lead like he's making sure he doesn't scare her away.

Maddie doesn't get scared anymore, not like she used to, but the fact that Tommy can put that amount of care into someone just in case makes Buck's eyes water. Even though he tries not to show too much emotion in public, he doesn't put any effort into holding the tears back. His sister just got married! He's allowed to feel.

"Buck!" Chimney shouts. He's running toward Maddie and Tommy with a faux scowl that couldn't reach his eyes even if he tried. "Get your man before he woos her with his fancy helicopter license."

"Pilot's license," Buck says as he stands, wiping subtly at his eyes. A smile tugs at the corner of Tommy's lips because he knows that's his influence. Buck had called it a helicopter license approximately five times before Tommy finally taught him how it all worked.

“There’s only one firefighter for me, Howie,” Maddie says dreamily. Buck can’t remember a time he’d ever heard her so wistful, not since she was a kid reading him fairytales when they were both supposed to be sleeping.

“And there’s only one Buckley for me,” Tommy adds, winking at Maddie dramatically before placing her hand in Chimney’s, “but I always have a plan b. Isn’t that what you taught me, Han?” Chimney swats at him half-heartedly, his attention already back on his bride.

Buck watches them for a few moments, reveling in the sheer joy that illuminates between them like no storm cloud in the world could cover the sunshine they feel. He's struck by a stray bolt of lightning--pun only partially intended--when he thinks about what she's gotten through to be here, but it settles into calmness when Tommy clears his throat from beside him.

Buck snaps from his thoughts and realizes he's been ignoring Tommy's outstretched hand. He clasps their hands together, fully intending to drag them back to their table, when Tommy clicks his tongue and pulls him close.

Then they're dancing underneath a backyard tent surrounded by their friends and family, and Buck thinks that he's never been as happy as he is right then.

There's guilt in the feeling, as there almost always is. There are people in need of saving, people who are hurt or scared or lonely, and here is Evan Buckley--happy. He can’t begin to comprehend why or even if he deserves that. He's made mistakes, he's lied to himself his entire life without intention, he never protected his sister or his team well enough, and now he's with a man who he really likes but isn't sure exactly what it means.

He doesn't deserve--

"You're allowed to be happy, y'know."

Tommy says the words like he's reading Buck's mind.

"I am happy," Buck says instinctively. Tommy chuckles and nods.

"You are," he agrees, "but you need to stop feeling so much shame about it."

His large palm presses against the small of Buck's back, leading him into a slow sway. He dips his head the few centimeters between them and rests their foreheads together like he's trying to keep Buck's attention. Like Buck's attention could be anywhere else when he's being held like this, with such tenderness that he feels weak in his knees.

"You're going to find happiness that you don't need to feel guilty for one day, Evan."

It feels like a promise, and Buck only hopes that Tommy's the one to keep it.

#911 on abc #bucktommy #kinley #kinkley #evan buckley #tommy kinard #answered #ficlets #my writing #i just have a lot of feelings about this wedding okay #if hes so soft with buck just imagine how hed be with maddie!!!!!!!#thanks so much for prompting!!#hiddenbookshop

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takami-takami · 1 year

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Stray Dogs Will Crawl Home.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. angst (with a happy ending).

warnings— gn!reader. breakups. keigo's trauma because i can't give this man a break and he needs to heal.

For better or for worse, Keigo has always been thrust into the role of decision maker.

Sure, on the inside, his emotions pick and chew at his open wounds; but the man has driven the proverbial and literal knife into far too many backs to hesitate when he leaves you.

He can do what needs to be done. It's for your own good. You deserve more than half a man, more than the scraps of whatever is left crawling to your door after another day of putting his goals of building a peaceful society before you.

The night before he left you, stone-faced to contrast your tears and begs of 'why' on the cold of your doorstep, he lay on his side and watched you sleep. Tracing the bridge of your nose with the tip of a finger, he wondered, throat tight, what you'd think of him if you knew the truth of what he's done.

He can't bear to offer you a man who's already sold himself. You shouldn't have to shoulder the weight of his sins. He tells himself it's for the greater good, but under the cobwebs of his bed, he knows a smaller, childlike voice is telling him you deserve someone who isn't dirtied by a life counting shades of moral grey.

It aches like he's dying, sure, but that's what hero work is for, right? He can throw himself into the trenches, hour after hour, until the sun looms over the horizon and the lovebirds' chirps announce the arrival of another morning without you.

For what everyone in the media says about him being a 'golden boy', he just doesn't feel the sun without you.

His subordinates ask more than a few questions about the bags under his eyes, why his glowing smile has fizzled to a mere plastic performance. It's even easier to brush them off than it was to brush off you, to smile wider and turn the question on them— an unspoken order to fucking drop it.

But Keigo's kryptonite, the deep burn that itches under the layers of his skin, is that he's well aware of what happens after someone like you becomes single. The thought crawls under the remains of his bones, and as he perches on the highest point of the city, he makes the mistake of allowing himself to entertain it. If he wasn't weighed down under the drags of sleep deprivation, he'd curse himself for being so weak.

Deep down, he knows what happens after the weeks of digging through tubs of comfort food on the couch are over. You'll stop sobbing over the phone with your best friend. You'll probably start scheduling little dates with people who remind you less and less of him with each passing one.

You're going to move on.

Someone else's fingers will press against your skin. Someone else's quips will cause you to laugh into your sleeve, someone else will hear your shaky breaths under the cover of the night, someone else will whisper promises they can't keep.

Someone else is going to make a spouse of you.

He winces. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he takes a single stride off the ledge and surges upwards with the beat of his wings.

He makes a note to add another shift to his schedule. Maybe two.

Are you thinking of him? If you were here, he knows you'd tell him to be open with you, to stop 'being so goddamn stubborn'. You'd tell him he deserves a break from pushing his emotions down, that you knew damn well what you signed up for when you decided to be his, and to just trust your judgement for once.

To make matters worse, you'd frame it sweet, hook the words around his heart like a taffy lasso, make it so he can't resist. You do know how much he likes it sweet.

It picks at the anger thrumming in his veins. You expect him to lay himself bare? To expose the rawest parts of him, despite the commission's repeated orders not to? You expect him to be selfish?

Why does he want so badly to be selfish?

He should definitely add two more shifts to his schedule.

His phone begins to ring, startling him from his musings. He knows exactly who it is from the first note. Your favorite song plays on his speaker; the one you confessed reminds you of him, with your thumb swiping over the raised hairs on his skin. His heart hammers in the cavity of his chest, pleading to be let out.

He can't be fucking rid of you. Keigo's heart, his mind, his very bones crackle with the fire he frantically tries to put out. God, he wants to burn, wants to drag himself by his fingertips to the door of your chapel and beg you to just finish him off. He wouldn't mind serving as the ash of your incense. He'd do anything for a chance to fill your lungs.

Shit. He scrambles to dig his phone from his pocket, nearly dropping it like hot coals when he attempts to pick it up.

"H-Hey, sweetheart!" He cringes at the puppy-like excitement in his voice at the mere sound of yours. "I'm s-sor— I," he stutters for far too long before he finally gives up. Sighing into the speaker, resigned, he squeezes his eyes shut and says exactly what his mind is screaming he shouldn't.

"Can we talk?"

#GRIPPING KEIGO IN MY FIST. HEAL DARN YOU.#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #🖋 writing #🍧 sugar #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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y2kbugs · 7 months

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Why Rincewind deserves your love

Tumblr loves characters like Rincewind right now. The sad, weary one who really doesn't want to be here but does it anyway cause no one else bothered, and is often vulnerable, cowardly, and a weakling compared to everyone else. In other words, the pathetic wet cat, the poor little meow meow.

Vimes is also a perfect example of this archetype, he's there and he's great, but Rincewind to me is a sort of hidden gem bogged down by the author's early writing and the struggle to live up to those later, more deep characters. It doesn't really help that Pratchett also got bored of writing him, and only felt obligated because he had fans (which in a way sounds like Rincewind himself), but...

The first two books aren't even bad. The only thing I'd say is that TCOM has some confusing writing going on and feels more like a collection of stories but it's good and could be better if rewritten. Rincewind is a wonderful character and Twoflower is a delight. TLF is a definite improvement writing and character wise and gives development to Rincewind.

He's not "a weak character who doesn't do anything but run". He is not badly written. He is a character who does not want to be the hero but does it anyway. He has deep empathy and believes that throwing your life away for a good cause is inherently selfish rather than selfless (and! he does this himself, kind of. He does make a sacrifice to help somebody, but he lives).

He isn't stupid. He might be the smartest character in his books, but that's more because the other characters are relatively kind of dumb. The only thing he's really bad at is being a wizard, that's it. He's not a good wizard, but he's a great strategist, he knows a lot about magic, knows almost every language on Discworld and this was how he got to know Twoflower in the first place. I would call him an average intelligence and very high wisdom character in DnD. He's intensely rational and will point out gaps in reasoning and logic. He might be a pessimist, but he has experience and he's going to use that.

That's not to say he doesn't make mistakes. He absolutely does, but making dumb mistakes is much different from willful and sheer ignorance which he does not display.

His hat says "Wizzard" because it's supposed to be a pun on "he can't spell", and it's highly unlikely that he actually misspelled it not knowing the actual spelling considering he reads a lot.

He is very, very defensive and adamant about his identity as a wizard. It's pretty much everything to him and he has a crisis whenever other characters mock and have general distrust of wizards.

He's done the following:

Beat the shit out of an eldritch horror until it ran away from him (TLF),

forced an extremely powerful spell out of his head with sheer will (TLF),

Defeated the most powerful deceased wizard possessing a magical staff with only a brick in a sock, and took both himself and the wizard's son into the Dungeon Dimensions, where he fought back creatures to allow the boy to escape. (Sourcery)

Gave the boy a speech about how it's important to not let anyone define who you are as a person and no one should have to tell you what to do (Sourcery)

Used a whole terracotta army to beat an entire army, and succesffully intimidated them via psychological tricks. (Interesting Times)

Brought rain back to Fantasy Australia and talked back against Death who convinced him to give up. (TLC)

Maybe he's not the most sympathetic character, because he's not chivalrous or manly. He has no bravery and freely admits to being a coward, he's kind of a jerk who cools down as time goes on, and he's selfish enough that he thinks being selfless is a total waste of time and is selfish in itself. He's a cynic and a pessimist with a worldview shaped by his terrible experiences on Discworld, but he's very well-traveled even against his own will, and from this experience he knows precisely how to get out of danger, how to outsmart an individual (or a whole army) and more.

He's shown empathy. Being tired at the world at large and not liking the other wizards very much but going out of his way to save the world from a wizard gone rogue anyway because nobody else bothered to and he's angry, saving a boy from his abusive father's power and diving headfirst into the Dungeon Dimensions, trying to convince an "army" of mostly children why trying to fight against a legitimate army of warriors is a horrible idea and will only get them killed, Helping some thirsty sheep out to get access to water despite not needing to, bringing rain back to Fantasy Australia even though he could have given up and gone home at any moment, being made a "test subject" for the wizard's project in creating Roundworld/Earth, learning aabout the life on there over millions of years and talking about how hard it is for life to grow on there in its earliest millions of years, teaching Roundworld inhabitats the importance of art and creativity not only to outsmart the elves but because he wanted to (while the other wizards considered him stupid for this idea).

And he doesn't want to be a hero, he has no obligation to and is perfectly happy just being alone in the library and reading old books. He wants a life of peace and quiet and nothing life-threatening, but unfortunately he's pushed into these situations. Often though instead of simply resigning himself and giving up altogether, he sucks it up and goes and does it anyway with the expectation that he can go home in the end. That, and by now he's already expected this is his role: to fix shit and go home, even though he'd love to have someone else do his job.

It rubs me the wrong way to see people call him one-dimensional or just "the guy that is scared and runs away"...That to me is like simply calling Vimes "the depressed cop who drinks a lot" or Granny Weatherwax "the old witch who kicks ass". Of course the character will seem one dimensional if you describe them that way. Vimes is better written overall and gets better development for sure, which is also what his character is built for, as well as a more serious story that doesn't lend itself as well to basically slapstick. Rincewind isn't built for overcoming his fears, but rather his selfish attitude and to finally find peace with himself, and he works as a comedic character while also balancing out the fact he can be anything other than a clown or coward.

He gets what he always wanted in the end too. Pratchett might not have wanted to write him anymore, but instead of simply putting him on a bus, he gave Rincewind a position at Unseen University, only dampened by the fact the other wizards clearly don't respect him, therefore he can't really be a professor as a job, but he doesn't mind. In fact, he loves that. He gets free food, a quiet place to stay, and has zero obligations. He's happy, and the last thing we know of him is that he's studying the effects of plants on the nervous system (Raising Steam), and he's very important in the Science Of Discworld series, initially being a test subject and later being the "to go" for information about Roundworld/Earth, even getting to keep the globe in his room.

#discworld #rincewind #this initially started out all casual but then it got long and essay-like as i am prone to writing #i probably got things wrong...correct me

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x-liv25-jamieswife · 17 days

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averyjameson rant (that might make zero sense)

i've seen that a lot of fans have speculated that their codeword, tahiti, was created as a result of one of their fights, but i'd honestly like to talk more about it. (this is kinda rushed and all over the place btw) (also not proof read which at this point really isn't a surprise)

tahiti is a codeword they use whenever they want the other to be honest with them so, it would only make sense for them to have had issues with being honest and communication in the past which resulted in the creation of this codeword. i think their issues with communication stems from their individual trauma so i'd like to talk about that for a second.

avery grew up with literally no one in her corner except for her mother, max, and libby. max moved away the summer before 8th grade, and, then, at fifteen, her mother died. she was pretty much left with libby (and max thanks to her phone). avery hates burdening people with her issues. i remember a scene in tig (i believe, though it might be thl) where libby asked her who took care of her, and she immediately started telling herself that she's only a burden, and that, basically, she doesn't deserve help. avery also hates being vulnerable. to her, vulnerability = weakness. growing up the way she did and with everything she's been through, i think it makes perfect sense for her to think so. allowing herself to feel things could've potentially ruined everything for her with everything she had on her plate (work, school, surviving, etc) by distracting her. then, she inherited the money, and she went from having two people in her corner, to, like, ten. this is a huge change, and would obviously take some adjusting. i think she's never allowed herself to open up in fear of people leaving ("the trick to being abandoned was to never let yourself long for anybody who left" idk when she said this).

after years of believing she couldn't rely on anyone, obviously it would cause issues for her with jameson. after all, it takes a long time to work through trauma. bc of all of this, i feel like the beginning of their relationship would be a little bumpy (with jameson trying to get her to open up, and avery not knowing how/being scared to).

jameson has his own share of problems. with everything that happened with emily, and the gaslighting tobias hawthorne put him through, i think he's afraid of people leaving him bc they don't think he's good enough. i feel like he'd think the same way avery does when it comes to opening up (it burdens people, they might leave me, i don't like being vulnerable, etc). i mean jamie spent so long drinking away his problems and pretending he was absolutely fine and unaffected after the emily fiasco (i fucking hate that bitch with my entire being). some people believe that jameson wasn't really affected by what happened with emily when in reality he was. just because he didn't respond to trauma the same way grayson did doesn't mean it isn't there.

obviously they're perfect together so they managed to work through it. over time i feel like they learned to truly trust each other, and started opening up more frequently. obviously, like i said, their issues caused fights, but they worked through all of them. i believe that after one of these fights, the codeword was created (they might have been in tahiti when it happened, and that's why the code word is tahiti).

anyways i really enjoyed talking about their trauma, and i might make some more in depth posts about it (bc their trauma is SOOO overlooked) (probably after i reread the books unless i become to impatient). i apologize if this doesn't make sense or if there are spelling mistakes, like i said it's kinda rushed and i wrote most of this at like 3:00am last night. if anyone has some more theories about the codeword i'd really like to hear them. hope this post wasn't too boring.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #avery grambs #averyjameson #jameson winchester hawthorne #emily can go f herself #tobias hawthorne hate club

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dr3amofagame · 1 year

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In birdhouse, do c!dream and j!dream ever get together?

Are there any cute family moments between them and Agnes?

YOUVE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD

okay uhm . c!Dream and j!Dream. screams cries throws up. these two give me SO much psychic damage u don't even know they hurt me soo so so so sos osobad ...

So what's important, first, is that c!Dream and j!Dream know each other from Four Square. They don't leave it on the...best of terms, because of what happens that leads up to the Monopoly game that turns into Mayfair, but they were each others' sole allies in that box, in a lot of ways. The only other one that understood, the one that they could trust to have their back even if they couldn't trust them to keep their own head. They go through a lot together, in those few days. But they're never alone for any of it, until Mayfair happens and then they're separated again.

c!Dream joins Mayfair after it's been going on for about a year--for c!Dream himself, he actually gets tped back into his own server for a while and kind of proceeds a la canon for a while there (minus the finale) before getting tossed back into j!Dream's server, to where j!Dream and j!Sam have been in a little cottage thousands of blocks away from spawn for a year, undisturbed. In the plain old Mayfair ending, c!Dream actually kills j!Dream and there's a dual kind of ending to it there--it's uhm pretty bittersweet but yeah ... but in Mayfair+ (which then proceeds into birdhouseisms) he gets captured and added To The House as a resident.

It's. Well. It's rocky. c!Dream is reeling from the loss of freedom, j!Sam is grappling with the implications of having his peace disturbed (and also absolutely giddy at the ability to fix his mistakes, not only in this timeline but in the last one as well...) and j!Dream is. Scared that this is going to rock the very carefully constructed status quo he's made for himself over the course of the last year. (In Mayfair, at this point, j!Dream has convinced himself that this is somewhere happy. He can be happy here, and this is fine, and he's never going to leave anyway so what does it hurt to make this into something livable...etc) and c!Dream threatens to take all of that away. A basement is built below the cottage that is more or less a replica of j!Dream's old cell, and c!Dream is put inside. And...life goes on. More or less.

c!Dream and j!Dream aren't allowed much time together, and when they are in the same room, they both know that 'working together' is the easiest damn way to make both of their lives harder in an instant. Besides, j!Dream doesn't want to help c!Dream (he's the bad one, he's the scapegoat, he's the one that won't keep his fucking trap shut and gets what he deserves as a result. j!Dream isn't about to suffer for his recklessness) and c!Dream couldn't care less about what happens to j!Dream (he's weak, he's an idiot, he gave up on EVERYTHING to become Sam's little toy, fuck him let him rot let him have this stupid excuse of a house and a relationship and let him be Sam's little plaything, what the fuck does it matter to him??) -- and that's that.

(If j!Dream makes a habit of distracting j!Sam when c!Dream is doing something to get on his nerves, if c!Dream makes a commotion in the other room when he hears something that feels a little too concerning, if there are hushed conversations and diluted potions exchanged and quiet moments in the house where c!Dream is allowed upstairs and things are...almost normal, well. They're not exactly drawing attention to them, are they?)

Things more or less progress along these lines over the course of birdhouse as more people are added, with some changes to the dynamic as time and people force everyone else to adapt as well. There are quite a few Significant Incidents--there's one in particular that's really, really important to j!Sam + c!Dream + j!Dream but uhmmm let's just say that one is going to. Stay redacted. For reasons 😭. But as long as j!Sam is around, any overt affection between c!Dream and j!Dream is a danger to them both, so they tend to cover for each other in much subtler ways--though this mellows out, in some ways, as time moves forward.

(In other ways, it kind of gets worse. But you know. You win some, you lose some.)

Because I haven't mentioned it yet, j!Sam and j!Dream do end up having a sexual relationship shortly into Mayfair--everyone assumes it starts a lot earlier, especially in Four Square, which (along with other things) kind of ends up being the catalyst for how things go down. Later on, c!Dream...will get involved in this dynamic as well. A lot later on. This is, um. Also complicated. There's a lot of shit involved in the whole c!Dream and j!Dream thing 😭😭😭😭

They don't get together together at any point in the birdhouse itself, but kisses are exchanged at a couple key moments, and they are like. Extremely important to each other. After birdhouse, they do get together eventually given the time to figure some shit out more, though their relationship itself isn't reeally easily defined. There are a lot of c!Dream j!Dream moments that I lose it over, like, literally daily--the wrist touch from Four Square is a big one, but there's also [REDCATED AGAIN SORRY] and everything around it, that time they nap on the couch together in the spinoff where the Quackitys end up at Mayfair cottage, them fighting over p!Sam like children, that moment they share in the siege :CC right before the end 😭, when p!Sam comes BACK and they finally get a moment together in the living room, literally everything and i mean Everything after they go to confront the captured sams ... guys they make me so ill it’s so bad

OKAY UM as for the awesamdrabies . Agnes is is in a really awkward position as being like. Clearly. Not a child of Sam, and with c!Dream still being the least trusted in the house (on purpose, this guy does NOT listen to j!Sam ever and makes a hobby out of being As Difficult As Possible), he’s not really. Trusted with his own child either, for a long time. He’s allowed more supervised time with her later, but for a long time he’s not able to see her basically at all, unless he’s in the same room as one of the others tending to the babies when they’re outside of the nursery. j!Dream, on the other hand, kind of centers like his whole world on the babies after they’re a thing--they’re a tangible sign of the house becoming livable, getting better, and he’s. Very happy about this fact, about the reduced level of tension, at things finally, finally beginning to settle. So he spends a lot of time with his baby, of course, and Dream’s baby (duh, they’ve always looked out for each other in everything, it’s not like that’s going to change here) even though he’s got to be conscious of how j!Sam will perceive. All of it.

Later on, when the kids are a little older, c!Dream gets more time with his baby and she absolutely adores him. Agnes is a fucking wild child and she absolutely adores her dad, even if she’s not really told that c!Dream is her dad at this point (she’s not told that anyone else is her dad, either.) c!Dream loves his stupid idiot daughter very much...at some point because of some dumb incident or another he gives her the nickname Cake. It absolutely sticks.

(When the babies first became like, a Thing, c!Dream knew that he wouldn’t get the right to name his own daughter. He spent a lot of time thinking up names, anyway, because it took a while for j!Sam to settle on a name so what does it matter (for a while there, she is simply called Three.) j!Dream thinks that c!Dream is a little ridiculous but does go along with his name-brainstorming-sessions during their roughly weekly sessions of alone time where they find some corner to hide away and just. Sit and talk to each other. It’s something they’ve kept up since the beginning of their whole Deal in Mayfair+, to the best of their ability.

Anyway, Agnes has another name in c!Dream’s head that he never tells anyone else. Not now, anyway. When they’re free, it’ll be different, he swears.)

#THIS GOT SO LONG IM SORRY #my asks !!#birdhouse AU #dsmpshipping #c!awesamdream #tw abuse #i can write a whole essay on c!dream and j!dream i swear #they are so important to me ...#also this is important: C!DREAM FALLS FIRST #AND FALLS HARDDD LIKE HE IS SMITTEN #j!dream falls more slowly but he loves c!dream so much guys 😭😭😭😭#long post

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To add to your point about your Roman and Seth, remember that brief backstage moment they had back in 2021? It's been a while since I've seen it, but from what I can recall, there was no animosity between them. And there were no signs that Roman still hated Seth or that he still hasn't forgiven him for the betrayal. So, that makes the feud from 2022 make even less sense.

I get that at the time, they were both playing heels. And Seth's main character trait was being a master of manipulation and playing mind games. And here, WWE had a huge opportunity at coming up with a compelling story between two heels, who were vastly different from each other and had entirely different motives for doing what they were doing. And instead of coming up with something compelling for Roman and Seth, they instead resorted to rewriting their history and undoing their past character development.

I'm not knocking down Roman's and Seth's work at playing heels. I feel that's where they both work best and where they excel. They're both naturals at it and the majority of fans seem to like them better as heels rather than as babyfaces. But still, like I stated before, that doesn't mean past character development should be undone and rewritten for the sake of making a current story make sense. But sadly, it's just not Roman and Seth WWE does this with. It happens pretty much all the time with everyone else and unfortunately, that doesn't seem like it's gonna change anytime soon.

yeah, there was a nuanced, thoughtful way to address their history within the context of the characters they were playing at the time. i'm not saying roman isn't allowed to have complicated feelings about what seth did to this day. of course he does; they all do. it's just the execution was so disappointing. they really couldn't come up with anything better than seth loudly reminding him that he stabbed him in the back and roman being like "i HATE you and i'll NEVER forgive you." it felt like a bad cartoon made for children. it was the least subtle thing ever and the writing and acting were pretty dreadful. they both deserved better than that, honestly.

not to make everything about ambrollins (although that is basically my gimmick) but especially when you go back and watch how their history was handled during their 2017 reunion and how all their interactions felt so painfully real and believable and like actual humans with flaws and weaknesses and conflicted feelings reckoning with their past traumas and mistakes and current desires, it's such a stark contrast to the shallow, simplistic story they tried to tell with roman and seth. people keep bringing up 'shield lore' since wm and honestly, i think reducing 'shield lore' to one event from a decade ago when there's been so much growth and development for all of them and their relationships is doing the shield a huge disservice.

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tarabyte3 · 1 year

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I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 21/27 (3.4k words)

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Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst, orgasm denial, humiliation, slut shaming, references to domestic abuse, discussion of domestic abuse, minor violence, discussion of violence, description of violence

A/N: This chapter was supposed to have 2 scenes because I thought the first one was too short to post as its own chapter (it wasn't 🤦🏻‍♀️). Unfortunately the second scene is one I want to get right, so it was slowing the whole thing down. Instead I split them up again so you all have something while I work on the massive endeavor that has become chapter 22. Enjoy! Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Pyrokinesis" by 7Chariot. Chapter navigation above.

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Chapter 21 - You're setting me on fire, I don't wanna fight it. You don't need a lighter, you're a flame.

Finding Taybus isn't difficult. It's finding Taybus alone outside of your shift that's hard. He's always with Vage. And while you're excited for him because he's clearly gotten past his awkwardness and fear and is happy, you also feel a stab of jealousy. Because he's able to spend so much time with Vage. Can stand close to him, bow his head in secrecy and whisper, stare at him in adoration when he laughs at a joke, not have to worry about stares or favoritism or jobs.

It doesn't feel good to remember you can't have that. It especially doesn't feel good to be jealous that your friend can. Because he deserves that. He's so young. He's missing out on dating and making mistakes and figuring himself out and living because he's stuck in there. He deserves a reprieve and to feel his age. To have one spot of joy when he tentatively rests his hand on Vage's forearm, and Vage blushes so hard the pink of his cheeks is visible on his tanned skin.

Then you remember you get to spend part of your evenings with Kino in your bed and between your legs. Get to feel his bare skin against yours however you wish as he buries himself in you, and you exhale his name like a prayer. And he doesn't hold your hand, but he holds your throat, your hair, your hip. That's better, you think, because it's not holding back. It's not the only affection he's allowed to show you.

Suddenly your own prospects don't seem so bad.

You're interrupted from your discreet staring by Threl stepping up beside you.

"Feeling social?" He teases.

"Something like that," you give him a quick, wry glance out of the corner of your eye. Then Taybus laughs and your face softens. "He seems happy."

"He does, doesn't he?" Threl follows your line of sight to where Taybus is practically gleeful as Vage talks excitedly about something you can't hear at this distance. "Thanks to you, you know."

"Vage was already interested. I barely had to do anything," you shrug. "I merely gave him a push."

"Don't down play it," he scolds you. "You and Alis stepped up for him in a way I don't think anyone ever had before."

"I'm just sorry he had to go to prison to finally get that when he should've had it already. He deserved to have it, and it isn't fair he didn't," you lament.

Threl turns his head to stare at you. "You're a bit maudlin this evening."

"I'm actually in a good mood, I swear," you chuckle. "I had a great talk with Sorrek. Got me thinking about my own parents. So maybe a bit maudlin."

"Oh, you two finally work things out?" He sounds cautiously optimistic.

"Yeah." You finally pull your attention away from the new couple. "He opened up to me about his past and apologized for the misunderstanding. It was hard to stay mad at him after that."

Threl looks impressed. "I imagine so. He tell you about his daughter?"

"He did," you sigh heavily. "I had guessed he had kids, but I never would have guessed half of that. I mean it's Sorrek." You shake your head. "He's a good man."

"He sure is," he says quietly.

"I actually came out here to check on Taybus. I haven't gotten any updates on 'operation get the kid laid' recently, but I can see things are going well."

"They've been like that for a few days now. I couldn't tell you if there are any new updates because I try to give them privacy, but if there aren't, there will be soon." He gives them a meaningful look just as Vage bumps Taybus with his shoulder and smiles shyly up at him.

"Poor kids can't even make out in peace," you mumble. "What are the odds everyone would let them hide at the end of the hallway and just…not watch?"

"You know, I've been thinking about that, actually."

"About getting them to make out? Because if you have a plan, I'm onboard." You lean in conspiratorially.

"Or a way to let them."

"I'm still listening."

"I couldn't fall asleep the other night so I ended up just staring over the side of my bed, and…" He looks around to see if anyone is paying attention. "How do they fry two people in a cell if they aren't touching the floor?"

You tilt your head in interest. "What do you mean?"

"The panels," he gestures to the cell you're both standing near and takes a step towards it, "they're only visible on the floor, and I don't think there are any in the bench or the bed. They're that same thick polycarbonate composite material the walls and work tables are made out of. Which could theoretically be conductive with the right filler, but I've seen people touch the walls and tables when the floors are activated, and they don't react to those. Only the floor panels. And the resistance of plastic means the panels wouldn't be as effective when layered underneath because everything in here has to be very thick to be durable enough to last. It might not stop or kill someone like they would intend, and that would be a big risk I don't think they would be willing to take. In fact, the bed even has the mattress as an extra layer of insulation." He turns to give you a meaningful look. "They're relying on the floors, but you can't fry if you're not touching them."

"So. You think you can get around the occupancy limit if you climb directly onto the bench and bypass the floor?"

"That's exactly what I think. Both people keep to the bench, keep their feet up…" He scans the interior of the cell again. "It could work."

"You don't think they considered that?" You sound doubtful, but as you look at where the metal panels end along the trim of the floor, you know he's onto something.

"I think they considered plenty of deterrents so no one's tried it or thought of it. They tell us to get into bed when they fully activate the block. Make us think that's the only safe place so we assume what?" He pauses expectantly.

"That the benches aren't safe either," you say in disbelief.

"Exactly. All they have to do to keep us in line is make sure there's the threat of getting fried. Before this conversation, would you have tried it?"

"I suppose not," you mumble. You start to think about all the times you've sat on your bed or bench while someone else leaned in on the seat to chat. How it's the default way people hang out by the cells. There might be a reason for that. It's away from the floor. It's safe. But they're still putting some of their weight on it. And it's never activated a cell.

You turn to him, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "Let's test it."

"Are you serious?" He looks at you in disbelief. "You prepared to feel like you got hit by a transport all night if we're wrong? Because I assumed you had a hot date with Kino tonight."

"I have a very very hot, sexy date with Kino tonight, but I also know you aren't wrong, so yeah. I'm willing to take the risk."

He shakes his head. "Alright."

"Who's cell is this?"

"Uhhh, this is table 5, so…" Threl looks around, then calls out down the hall, "Hey Xaul, can we borrow your cell real quick? It's for a good reason, I promise."

A tall red head that you've made small talk with once before blinks at Threl in confusion. "You want to what?"

"Borrow—" Threl sighs in exasperation. "Just come here for a second, if you don't mind."

Xaul hesitates and looks between the two of you, as if he's trying to decide if he wants anything to do with whatever you're clearly plotting. Then he leaves the conversation he was having with a few other members of his table and cautiously walks over. "Did you say borrow my cell?"

"Threl thinks there aren't any tungstoid panels in the benches. That they can't fry two people in a cell if they don't touch the floor while both people are in there," you explain.

Xaul leans around you to look at the floor and the bench for a moment, thinking about what you said. He must see something because then he moves past you to get a closer look. He kneels down in the hall, his hand tracing along the seams of the metal trim along the cell floor. The same part that caught your attention. You and Threl watch him poke and push on the steel and the wall before moving onto the bench. He repeats the same thing there, even knocking on the sides, listening for the dense thunk of metal beneath.

Finally, he says, "The edge of the metal isn't flush with the edge of the wall panel. There's a lip. The steel sticks out by maybe two centimeters. Easy to miss. Look," he leans to the side as he points. "The tungstoid panels are set into reliefs against the wall material, like tile. The wall would have to be the piece to overlap if the steel continued up behind it or into the bench."

"Meaning…?" You prompt.

"Meaning it stops there, just like you see." He stands up and turns to Threl, and his expression is almost troubled. "I think you're right."

Threl grins. "I think so too."

"You were going to test it?" He looks at you.

"Yeah. I was going to take the risk if we were wrong." For Taybus, you think.

"Who's your number two?" He gives Threl a meaningful glance.

"I hadn't agreed to it yet," Threl looks a little nervous, and you don't particularly blame him. Getting fried fucking sucks. There's a reason they use it as punishment.

"It's my cell. I'll do it." Xaul doesn't wait for a response. He steps into his cell and climbs directly onto his bench. Then he settles in and sits cross legged—careful not to touch anything but the seat—facing you. "Are you going to just climb up the side?"

You judge the height and do some quick mental calculations about your own upper body strength and momentum. "Something like that." You look up at him and give him a serious look. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," he nods, his face stern in anticipation. "Yeah, I'm ready."

You take a step back and shoo Threl off to the side to give you space. "Threl, do me a favor? If we get fried, pull me off the second it stops so they don't activate it again, okay?"

"Okay, kid," Threl says warily. "Be careful."

You take a deep breath and walk in a little circle as you start to psych yourself up, and you notice the three of you have started gathering attention. People are aware something is going on and now they're curious. Even Alis is working his way expertly through the crowd to see what you're up to, brows furrowed in confusion and a question on his lips.

But before he can say anything, you wink at him and take a few running steps towards the bench. You plant your hands wide, push hard to lift yourself off the floor as quickly as you can, and then use your momentum to pull your legs up onto the seat so you're squatting there. It's a little inelegant, but it gets you straight inside without touching anything but the top of the bench.

For a moment, everything stops. The voices in the hall, your momentum, Xaul's anticipatory wince. Even your own heart and time freeze around you, like the whole block is holding its breath.

And then nothing happens.

Xaul is on one end of the bench, staring around in shock, and you're on the other end, trying not to move too much out of anxiety. Neither of you are frying. There are no alarms. No voices from the speakers in the ceiling. Nothing.

Xaul looks at you and lets out an incredulous laugh. You grin back at him, slightly manic with relief. With tiny shuffles, you carefully turn to face the hallway where you're greeted by over a dozen slack jawed and wide eyed expressions of shock.

"It fucking works!" You shout. "There are no panels in the benches. If you don't touch the floor and hop straight in, you can have two people inside and not fry!"

There are murmurs of confusion and a few shouts of disbelief. Then someone down the hall is climbing into a cell to try it for themselves. You aren't even sure it's his cell. A few seconds later, a man from table 3 is hopping onto the bench and in after him. From inside the space, you hear excited shouting and table 3 pokes his head out. "She's right!"

Alis walks over and he's frowning at you. "Please, please tell me you didn't just experiment using your own body to test whether or not this would get you fried."

"It's called testing a hypothesis, Alis." You say smugly.

"That doesn't make it okay!" He nearly shrieks. "You should have told me! I could have tested it! We both know I'm the faster one!"

"Oh, you're just jealous we came up with this without you," you huff. "Now move so I can hop down and give Xaul his cell back." Xaul is still sitting behind you, staring at where you're touching the bench in shock.

Alis steps to the side and you hop down. You stumble slightly because your legs are a little wobbly from adrenaline, but you land safely with a slap of bare feet on steel.

"I'm not jealous, I'm fucking worried."

"It was fine," you wave it off. "Threl and I wanted to see if we could find a way to help out Taybus and Vage."

"Okay. That's really thoughtful, but doesn't make it any less stupid." He glares between the two of you. "And you let her do this?"

"Hey, we both know she was going to try it whether or not I told her no." Threl holds his hands up in defense. "I figured it would be safer with me nearby at least if something went wrong."

"Well, if I'm this mad, I can't even imagine how mad—"

"What's going on over here?" Kino's voice comes from behind you, tense and even. Everyone immediately freezes again.

"Yeah, him," Alis says quietly.

You turn, suddenly nervous, because you hadn't stopped to think about Kino's reaction to all of this. You just wanted to figure it out. To help. And you're realizing how dumb that part, at least, was. His blue eyes are wide with anger and concern, and his jaw clenches as you meet his stare.

"Hey, Kino," you start cautiously. "We, uh, we figured out a flaw in the cells."

"What flaw?" His voice lowers and you know you have to tread carefully or you're fucked. By being not fucked.

"There isn't any tungstoid in the benches," Threl steps forward to explain. "It ends along the floor. As long as no one touches it and keeps to the bench, you can have more than one person in a cell." He shifts nervously. "It was a hunch I had, so we poked around Xaul's cell and—"

"Then I tested it." You interrupt because you know lying to him won't work. And if he finds out anyway, he'll be beyond livid. At this point your only saving grace is honesty.

"You what?" He hisses. "Why?"

"You know why," you say softly. You glance down the hall where Taybus and Vage are watching your confrontation with concern. Kino follows your gaze, takes in the way the two of them are standing with their arms nearly touching, and his lips thin in frustrated understanding. He looks back at you, no less angry. "It isn't fair," you whisper.

"You should have told me first!" He grits through his teeth. "There are better ways of figuring this out without blindly testing a hunch and getting yourself fried!"

"That's what I said." Alis crosses his arms. Kino gives him a sharp glance, but sees the mutual anger on Alis's face. Instead he turns back to you and gives you a look that says "see?"

"I promise I wouldn't have tried it if I wasn't completely confident it would work. Xaul was kind enough to take the risk with me." You see Xaul shrink back when you bring attention to him, trying to avoid getting dragged into this, and you don't blame him. "And I had Threl right there to pull me off between shocks if it didn't. It would just feel like getting last place." You try to sound as placating and sure of yourself as you can. Because you're being honest.

Even though you had been afraid—who wouldn't be?—you were certain Threl was right. The Empire is notoriously frugal and more focused on mass production. Strength through overwhelming force. Panels along every inch of every cell is an unnecessary expense when they can just rely on fear. Because they're just as focused on fear as a tool and people are plenty afraid of the floors. If that wasn't the case, you would have done more investigating first.

You give Kino a pleading look.

"Fine," he sighs in resignation. "This is another one of those things I should be actively discouraging. But," he looks around to the group still watching—possibly waiting for you to get screamed at—and raises his voice, "I won't. I know what this means, and I won't take it away." Everyone exchanges glances of surprise, but they all keep quiet so they don't anger him into changing his mind somehow.

When Kino speaks again, it's in his stern shift manager voice. "As long as no one abuses it. Because this changes nothing! The same rules still apply. You will all continue to be respectful of other people's spaces. You DO NOT enter a cell without permission. You leave when asked. You keep the volume down and…be courteous of the people around you." He turns a little red when he says that last part and you think everyone catches his meaning. "Anyone that breaks this rule will answer to me," he growls. "Am I understood?"

There's a round of "Yes, Kino" as even more people gather and word spreads through the block. The voices around you start to buzz loudly as the excitement and realization grows.

"Do NOT make me regret this! And keep it down!" He shouts. Then he turns to look directly at you. "Cell. Now." He points. "We're not done with this conversation."

You nod, accepting that you fucked up and, even though it had been worth it, you have consequences to deal with.

"Tell them, Threl," you quietly urge as you begin to move down the hall.

"I will." He gives you an apologetic look as he watches you go.

Next to him Alis sighs and shakes his head, but his frustration has faded enough that he gives you a half-hearted thumbs up of encouragement before you turn away.

You keep your pace calm, your shoulders back, and your face neutral. You're determined to accept this with a quiet dignity for as long as you can. Kino walks at your elbow, just at the edge of your periphery. Far back enough that you can't see his face or judge how mad he is. It's okay, you tell yourself. You earned this one and you don't regret it. Yet, anyway.

As you move through the crowded hallway, you're surprised when people silently part for you, letting you pass unhindered. You think it's because they're trying to avoid Kino at first, but some of them give you a nod as they move. And you realize Taybus isn't the only person that this helps. It hadn't been your intention, but a lot of them are grateful as well. You're suddenly glad you gave your shift one small opportunity for comfort and rebellion because fuck this place.

With each step, your conviction that this place is rotting from the outside grows. Because the only good thing about it are the people trapped within. You just have to wait until it breaks around you. Since, surely, in all of the levels, in all of the rooms, in all of the shifts, and at all of the tables, there are others out there doing the same thing. Testing this place for its weaknesses and pushing on the cracks.

A/N: I decided to work all of my overthinking about the logistics of the prison floor into the story. Also how about that Xaul cameo? I was waiting to fit in a character from Table 5.

Chapter 22 should be out this weekend! 🤞

NEXT CHAPTER->

#kino loy #kino loy x reader #kino loy x f!reader #i want you to show me weak fic #andor fanfic #andor #fanfiction

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mareenavee · 11 months

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Fanfic q&a - 12 and 13!

Hello!! :D Thank you for these!!! 🤩 This whole set is awesome.

The ask game itself is here.

Fanfic asks regarding my fic, The World on Our Shoulders!

12. What do you hope readers will take away from this work?

First and foremost, my hope is that anyone who reads this fic gets some enjoyment out of it, even if the themes miss them or they don't have the spoons to read super closely. I just want people to be invested in the stakes of the story, and to be invested in what happens to the characters.

Outside of that, I really love when people read closely, too and see the work I'm trying to put into the story beyond the surface level -- picking up on threads as they go through it and saying so makes my day, really :D

I do also like to write hope into stories, especially in fairly bleak settings like TES/Tamriel. For instance, even though the hero of the story makes mistakes, it doesn't mean she can't redeem them. Also it shows that being a hero isn't always cut and dry, that there is nuance to the kind of upheaval destiny might bring onto someone who just wanted to live a normal life. And perhaps maybe most of all, no matter what has happened, no matter what one's path looked like before, no matter how much one had been through -- people have the ability to move forward with the support of people who love them.

13. Are there any cut lines/scenes from this work? Why did you cut them?

Ohhh man. SO many cut scenes and fragments. This thing has gone through so many revisions at this point, even to the point of ground-up editing what I had originally posted. There's ideas that I had cut out of the first posting that have since made it back in, and original draft ideas that I decided not to include. I was actually just talking to someone about a whole POV character I decided to cut because it took away from the close character dynamic I was building with the three I already do have.

To close this post, I do have a fragment to share, which would have occurred between chapters 5 and 6, during the funeral up at the Skyforge:

If not for the crowds, he wouldn't have dared come to Whiterun. Tragedy, in this case, allowed for some kind of anonymity; a blending with the crowd. It was his fault she'd stopped here, though. He'd been too weak at the time to restrain those he traveled with. He'd been stuck in his own mind, hunger replacing every sense. That he'd come to at all was a miracle, and that he'd managed to regain any semblance of control so quickly was another gift from...something, anyway. He dared not think of it.

He pulled the hood of his travel cloak closer over his face, and stared up at the Skyforge. She sat there, entwined with some unfamiliar Dunmer. A Companion. A Warrior. Someone else who could keep her safe, though for how long was unclear. His sources had told him already of her strength, and that she'd been excelling at magic. There was a hint of fear under his skin about this. There was too much at stake. As far as he knew, she sat on a precipice, one foot in the flames. Either she'd quench them or become them, and nobody knew exactly when the tipping point would be reached. Something about her blood. Part of him railed against all of it, and wished she could have a normal life.

But he had to trust the visions. Never once had her path been normal. There was a melancholy there, because if anyone deserved peace, it would be Nyenna. If he could grant anyone in the world reprieve from the coming darkness, it would be her. She didn't deserve chaos. Not for the last time, he wished things hadn't gone so far awry.

(: Mysterious, eh? But yes, this view had been cut. He's an important voice, but not in the dynamic that is at the front of World, unfortunately. So we'll have to see when he makes he grand debut later as a side character.

#AskMareena #MareenaWrites #The World on Our Shoulders #Nyenna #Athis #LDB/Athis #Skyrim #Elder Scrolls #writeblr #tesblr #fanficblr #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #skyrim fic #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim fanfic

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ghcstvalleychief · 2 years

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Thinking more I believe kinn would kill korn or allow Porsche to do so because yes it will pain him thats his father but what Porsche has given him loyalty, love, and devotion means more to him. Its more real than anything korn has done. Honestly Porsche doesn't need to team up with vegas or go behind kinns back. Kinn maybe manipulated but he IS aware of it. Kinns devotion to Porsche would help him slip from korns iron grip. The angst is with their family we don't need more drama then that.

You're right, anon. I think people fail to give Kinn as much credit as he deserves, because I highly doubt Kinn is so unaware that he's blind to what's going on around him. Kinn isn't stupid. He knows what's what, but we've also seen him kind of buck back against that manipulation in small ways too. Kinn was already breaking away from his father's hold on him. He was well on his way of doing that, and it was pretty damn obvious to me. Korn essentially told Kinn that Porsche made him weak, and what does he do? He gives Porsche his lucky gun before he goes off into battle with The Devil. Korn admitted that he knew more than he let on about Porsche's parents' death, and Kinn leaves the compound with Porsche and is willing to stay in a place where he doesn't have the comforts of a spoiled, rich kid.

I honestly believe that some people may still be going off the novel with that, because I know Kinn in the novel isn't as mentally present and isn't as aware of what or who his father is. I get it, but Show Kinn is not Novel Kinn. Show Kinn has shown us time and time again that his faith in his father has been dwindling over time if you pay attention to it. I just don't think it's fair to demonize Kinn for something he hasn't even done in the show yet. But it's like what we've already talked about before - a lot of fans use the novel far more than they let on and that's how they fill in the gaps of things the show hasn't given us yet. People justify Porsche running off with Vegas because Kinn can't be trusted to turn on his father. Are you sure? That may be true for Novel Kinn. But is that true for Show Kinn? Has Novel Kinn done any of the things Show Kinn has done in regards to his father? But I will say this - despite minor hiccups here and there, Kinn's devotion to Porsche is definitely strong enough. You have a point there, anon. It's why I mentioned in the last ask about Kinn overlooking Porsche's flaws and mistakes; it's because of his love for Porsche that he allows a lot of shit to fly, and I think it's important that we don't forget that.

Our Kinn has shown that he's willing to do whatever Porsche wants, and I think the writers (and the fandom too lbr) need to let Kinn show how much his devotion and loyalty for Porsche is enough to negate his father's manipulation. Having Porsche run off with Vegas at every turn isn't the wave, and all it does is undermine his relationship with Kinn. Especially if they're not going to confront the consequences of Porsche constantly choosing to do so. I need the writers to really start veering away from the novels at this point. Let the show versions of these characters do their own thing, because we know the show is much better off when the show versions of these characters do things in-character for them. Not when they do in-character things that would make more sense for their novel counterparts.

#anonymous #answered asks #kinn #p: kinnporsche #tv: kinnporsche #a lot of these characters do things that would make far more sense for their novel counterparts #porsche running off with vegas makes more sense for his novel self #it doesn't make sense for his show self #and I know some people would disagree and that's cool #I just have yet to see an argument that could persuade me any differently

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nectaric · 1 year

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@seekesotsibteadmist asked: what is something that your muses should acknowledge but won't? - hades, hera, frank, artemis

hades is in desperate need of about a hundred reality checks. jk, that's a little unfair to him considering how much effort he has put in to acknowledging his own flaws and problems. i mean, he got sober, started therapy, has made an effort to be open with his emotions. however, i think the thing he still needs to recognize is how deeply self-loathing he is, and how much of his issues stem from that.

he blames himself for everything, and doesn't ever give himself a break. he struggled so much that he punished himself for it, but now he's done a complete 180 and in his attempt to heal and be better, refuses to cut himself any slack. he needs to be kinder and gentler to himself, because this path of self-flagellation isn't helpful and if he allowed himself the room to grow and make mistakes, he would be a lot happier for it.

hera's issues are complex. she puts a lot of pressure on herself to be perfect, to keep herself composed, to be a beacon of strength. in my own interpretation, she and zeus both bear this burden, but zeus is infinitely the more emotional one. because of this, hera feels that because zeus is so emotional and susceptible to difficulties, she has to compensate. she loathes even the smallest of slip ups, and refuses to show emotion even when she feels like breaking. i think she needs to acknowledge that showing emotion is not a weakness, and being imperfect does not make her less of a leader, because she's really really hard on herself. unfairly so.

frank is kinda similar to both of the above, only in that his issue is self-doubt. he has made great waves in overcoming a lot of person insecurities, and has proven himself time and time again as a great leader of the legion. but he does catch himself doubting his decisions, wondering if he's doing what's best, wondering if he even deserves the position he's been granted. he has a lot of doubts about his identity, about his appearance, about his friendships and relationships and about life in general. he genuinely needs to acknowledge that he's doing okay, and he's still so young, and its okay for him to not always be sure, but that it doesn't mean he's undeserving of love or what he's been given.

artemis needs to acknowledge that not everything is an attack on her personal freedom and convictions. she has a tendency to get very defensive over small things, and take out her anger on others without hesitating. which is a problem when not everything is meant to be an attack. someone asking her to clean up after herself isn't them telling her to stop being herself, and wanting her to stay on olympus a little longer isn't anyone telling her that her way of life is invalid (its honestly probably just bc they want to see her...) she worries that others disregard her / think of her as lesser because she doesn't conform to life the way others do but she lashes out because of it and like... girl chill.

#seekesotsibteadmist #hades.#hera.#frank.#artemis.

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scales-claws-and-thorns · 2 years

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What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

Hmmmm....

I suppose the aspect of my muse's personality that is most important to me is his.. well, he cares deeply. He cares so much about anything he ends up caring about. In a previous time, this made him very approachable, he'd get people to confide in him that were otherwise locked down tight, because he cared and this came off of him in waves.

Of course, this ended up twisting. One too many hurts happened, he pulled back a lot, the world was a cruel place, and didn't deserve what he gave it. But even still, as much as he would prefer to lean more towards cruelty and shutting others out nowadays, it will always be far easier for him to show kindness when he allows himself.

The aspect he believes is most important is his loyalty. There is only one he's betrayed even after giving his word and it wasn't purposeful on his end. There was a perception of betrayal and he was cast out.

He doesn't particularly see his loyalty as a bad thing. Though he's tied up in excessive amounts of self loathing and kind of sees it as the only worthwhile thing he can give. This ends up with him being almost fanatical with it which isn't particularly great when one considers things like... self preservation.

Despite that, he does see his caring as a weakness. He sees how much he allowed himself to care in the past as a mistake and never wants to allow such a thing ever again. So maybe he gives his loyalty to someone, he will not betray them, but he won't care. Loyalty is respect, following orders if they happen to be in the lead, making sure goals don't cross. Caring is love. And he will do everything he can to keep the two separate as he sees them.

Inevitably he will fail. It's in his nature to care, despite himself.

#akhutai urit #i sure hope this makes sense #sometimes i write things down and i go ????#thank you for the ask!!!

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caffeineinducedbeing · 2 months

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who lives, who dies, who tells your story: chapter 7

--GUYS I FINISHED IT!! AFTER TWO YEARS!! what a journey wow, thank you for being so patient with me as I worked through what I wanted for this story, I'll likely add on a chapter or two because it doesn't quite feel complete yet, but until then, i hope you like this!! i put blood, sweat, tears, and 2 hours into this chapter.

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Will awakens like a man who is drowning. Air and life surges into him, his mouth agape and gasping for it, his body feeling all but dead to the world.

He is not given the luxury of forgetting. The minute he gains awareness, it feels as if he had never lost consciousness at all. And oh, how his body aches, how the fog from the after-effects of the drug that Alaric had injected in him pollutes his brain, how his very soul radiates with suffering and pain as if it is all it has ever known. Nausea clings to the back of his throat, a migraine quick to assault him like a hangover he has never known before.

And his eyes weren't even open yet, his consciousness was only half received.

When they do open, they twitch in surprise. The room he's in isn't dark, and dusty, and horrific like the room he was so used to seeing.

This room he's in is bright, the walls painted a neutral tan color, and the windows covered with white curtains. The bed he's in is soft, and as he realizes that, it only seems to feel softer. His aching bones seemed to sink into the soft satin. This bedding was heaven compared to the shackles he had known in the last weeks.

His mind is flooded with memories, horrible, awful, painful memories, coming in flashes, but stopping short.

Alaric's death, his suicide... and then.... and then what else?

His memory was blacked out after that.

And then nothing.

Alaric's death... and

And now he's here in this tan room, with this soft bed, and these satin sheets. How can he be comfortable after that? How can he allow himself the luxury to be content and warm when he ruined a young man's life?

Will's heart pounds in his chest as the guilt came in relentlessly pounding waves, tidal waves sweeping over a raft, Will was suffocating, his breaths shallow and quick, sucking in like he would never breathe again.

You don't deserve that either, you destroyed them.

The weight of his actions, the flashes of painful memories, it was too much for him. With trembling hands he reaches for the satin sheets, feeling the softness beneath his fingers. But instead of finding comfort in it as he did earlier, he feels only disgust at his own contentment.

In a fit of panic and useless self-loathing Will tears the sheets from the bed, flinging them across the room without thinking twice. His breaths come in ragged gasps as he struggles to contain his overwhelming emotions; his fear, his anguish, his grief, his guilt, oh! his guilt! It hurts! They consume him, he tries to fight but he's too weak, he's too tired, too hopeless. They win, and he sweeps his arm over the bedside table, sending trinkets and medicine bottles crashing to the floor.

Every object he touches feels like a reminder of his failure because he's alive. He's alive and feeling things and sleeping in this comfortable room, and that man, no that boy is dead. Alaric is dead.

He's failed so many times in his life, failings that hurt people failings that hurt him, mistakes that killed people. And yet this is so different, so different that he feels that he's at the breaking point. How can he ever go back to being a ranger after this? He no longer trusts himself.

His vision blurs with frustration and pain, and he continues to lash out at the various objects in the room, unable to quell the storm of waves inside of him. The curtains catch his eye, billowing in the gentle breeze from the outside. Without a second thought, he tears them from the window, ripping them to shreds in a mad frenzy.

As the fabric falls to the floor, the exhausted man collapses against the window sill, his breath coming in harsh, ragged, uneven gasps. He stares out at the rising sun, its warm light casting shadows on the tan walls in the room, and at that moment, everything stills. The beauty of the dawn demanded respect as it recited its morning sonnet over the Redmont hills. Who was he to deny it?

Everything was calm, Will's heart started to slow and return to its normal beat, and his mind found peace amid the chaos it had been imprisoned in for so long.

Footsteps approach from behind, and he barely notices them until they're right beside him. Will tenses, expecting reproach or pity. But when a large warm hand places itself gently on the ranger's shoulder, he looks up and meets Horace's understanding and warm gaze. Will's tears flow freely now, unchecked and unguarded, as he struggles to find the words to express the turmoil he's feeling.

"It wasn't your fault ya know," Horace's voice is soft but steady, cutting through the haze in Will's head.

"You did everything you could." He finished.

Will shakes his head violently, wincing as he finally notices the headache that probably won't go away for a while. "Obviously not enough," he whispers hoarsely, his voice raw with pain and emotion, "I destroyed that family Horace. Single-handedly, I destroyed them."

Horace's grip tightens in an attempt at comfort, "You did what you could Will, some people... are just beyond the material help we can offer. That man was insane. Halt and I both believe that there is nothing anyone could have said or done, to ensure his sanity and salvation."

He was quiet, so Horace continued hesitantly, "Besides it's probably.... better off... this way."

Will looks up slowly at him, his eyes fixated on him in a way that almost made Horace uncomfortable.

"Better off this way?" He repeated, his voice emphasizing each word.

Horace made a helpless gesture, "C'mon Will, I mean the man was psychotic, and very obviously depressed. Yes, it's a tragedy what happened but--"

"But nothing Horace!" Will shoved his hand off his shoulder, "But absolutely nothing! You're saying that that man was better off dead than alive!?"

It was more a statement than a question, and Horace didn't feel compelled to answer.

"He nearly killed you Will, he plotted this for years, exacting how to get the best revenge on you, how to murder you in the most satisfying and effective ways possible. And who knows what else he's done over the last ten years! He was a criminal, Will! That much was obvious."

"He didn't deserve to die." Will's voice was dangerously low, and that, more than anything, drew Horace to caution.

He raised his hands in a surrendering gesture, "Look Will, I'm not undermining any sort of history you had with that guy, what I am doing is stating cold, hard facts. And the facts are, this man tried to murder you in cold blood, for revenge for you killing his mother ten years ago, who also happened to be a murderer! And yeah I know, nothing is ever this black and white, but nothing about this situation is normal, Will, so in this case, I think it pretty much is."

Will's gaze was fixated once again on the skyline.

"You did what you could for him, but ultimately, he chose what he chose. And you couldn't have done anything about it. I know you feel guilty about all this, but I promise you, brother, whatever it is you're going through, we're gonna work through it together. Alright? Please, Will."

Will's knuckles were white on the windowsill, his whole body trembling, and the tears streaking uncontrollably down his bruised cheeks. Horace's words echo in his mind, each one striking a nerve he didn't know he had. He wants to scream, to punch someone, to lash out at the unfairness of it all, but deep down he knew Horace was right.

Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and forced his gaze upward to meet Horace's once more. Horace's eyes are filled with concern compassion, and pleading. That broke Will's heart. His best friend was pleading with him to see clearly. And despite the utter uproar in his mind, he found himself nodding slowly in agreement.

"Alright," His voice breaking, "Alright Horace we'll work through it together."

His friend's expression sags with relief, and he pulls Will into a side hug, holding him close as they watch the sunrise together.

And Will feels the slightest, faintest, prayerful glimmer of hope inside his chest.

Neither of them notices the grizzled ranger leading in the doorway, observing the events unfolding.

Halt's heart was heavy with grief for his former apprentice, he knew there were no easy answers to this, no easy path to healing. But they've been in situations like this before, and just like always, Will will come out the other end of this hellhole, likely stronger than before. And Halt will be standing by Will's side, like always, suffering alongside him because there's nothing he can do to alleviate it.

Will's pain was Halt's pain, Will's burdens were Halt's burdens. It's the way it's always been since Will was 15 and young and naive.

With a final glance at the two brothers, watching the sun rise over a new day, Halt turns and leaves the room, silently promising to himself that he'll do whatever it takes for Will to find peace again.

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #fanfiction #rangers apprentice fanfiction #will treaty #ra fanfic #who lives who dies who tells your story

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echo-of-sounds · 2 years

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birthday letter

-Toshi x f!reader-

This was a commission! The commissioner asked for a birthday letter from Toshinori. Because of his work, they haven't seen each other in a few weeks, so he sent a letter reminiscing about their relationship.

Warnings: it doesn't go into graphic detail, but there are some smutty themes in this

To my Darling,

Happy birthday! I truly hope it was as relaxing or celebratorious as you wanted it to be. You look great today. No, I don’t have to see you to say that. My heart tells me it’s true. Yes, I know that’s cheesy, but I couldn’t not write it. It’s just what you do to me.

How have you been feeling? My fingers are crossed for sunny days and joyous times. Life hasn’t been the easiest for anyone lately. I understand how tensions build, but I sincerely hope any stress and anxiety has calmed, even if by a little. You deserve a break, my love.

And before you wonder why I wrote a letter, I’m aware most would consider this to be an outdated form of communication. It’s quite inconvenient, and I’m already finding myself struggling to make the ‘perfect’ sentence. Please excuse any scribbles you find in this. I’ve already run this poor notebook bare with mistake after mistake. I’d rather not fill up the trash can with any more wasted paper.

I feel terrible that I couldn't make it home for your birthday. I saw an article about hand-written love letters. It was undoubtedly for teenagers given its rather odd wording (I learned the word ‘thot’ today), but it still gave me this idea. Hopefully, it’ll make you smile more than a simple text would! I also feel it’s a better means of expressing my love. Let us see if my execution is special and intimate like the article suggested.

I’ve been okay. Work has been demanding from all sides. As a result, my free time has been slim. I’m sure you’ve noticed my lack of calls and texts. Just know, even if I don’t text you ‘good morning’ or ‘good night’, I’m still thinking it. You’re always on my mind. As much as I love my job and everything it entails, I wish it didn’t steal me away from you so.

I passed some stunning gladiolus on my walk home. They were reddish-pink with white and apricot tones, and their scent was like a rose’s. Oh, Sweetheart, you would have loved them. I wish I could have saved them for you, but I knew our next time together was too far away. I couldn’t buy them just to watch them die.

I’m unsure as to why, but they really got me thinking of our dinner at ‘la Lanterne de Vanille’. You loved the peach-colored roses that decorated the tables. Goodness and the dress you wore that evening was divine. I had a difficult time focusing on anything else. Except, I can recall that one man that sat behind you. He kept staring. I never mentioned him before as to not spoil the mood, and I don’t like the feelings of jealousy. I know they’re natural, but I tried to ignore them, especially since I was the one that you allowed to take you home, kiss and caress and undress you slowly, and hold you in my arms as we fell asleep.

Some days, I feel it’s impossible to love you more than I did before. Yet it keeps happening. I love you so much, Darling. I miss you. I can’t wait to fly home.

The apartment here is so quiet without you. I know that's another cliché sentiment, but that doesn't mean it isn't true. As I grew up, I got so used to living alone, and now, I've gotten so used to living with you, it's quite lonely whenever we're apart like this. I miss our showers. The hot water rendered me weak, worsened by your back rubs and comfy hugs. I miss your songs. I miss the sweet smiles you'd give me, looking away when I caught you singing to the plants. It makes me wonder how loud you sing when alone. Either way, I’m positive they appreciate your tunes as well.

All I know is I want to see you as soon as possible. I just don't know when that'll be. My schedule is calming down, so hopefully, I should make it back to you within the oncoming weeks. I want to be with you for the holidays. While their meanings and purposes differ for everyone, to me, being with those you love is the most important.

That article suggested burning a candle can help set the mood for writing a letter. I chose that ‘Love and Amber’ candle you love so much. Part of me feels it's a waste to burn without you here, especially with it almost being gone. The other part appreciates it more than my words could ever describe. It reminds me of all our nights together, filled with passion and lovemaking, and I could focus on your utterly alluring body, nothing else, and your gorgeous brown eyes shining in the candlelight, your smiles and laughs, all the marks you're insecure about, your skin, and your stomach I love to kiss.

Our first night together always remains in my mind. Not to get too corny and mushy, because I know how much you love it when I do, I remember trembling with nerves the first time I saw your body, so much so you had to help me with your bra. My cheeks are hot just thinking about it again. You were just so beautiful — so soft and sensual. Your lips were like butterflies on my skin. Your fingers touched me, my scar, as if it wasn’t my ugliest part. You made me feel like it wasn’t. Your warmth and nails on my back were heavenly. It’d been so long since someone held me tenderly. The more I felt and kissed you, the longer I held you tight, keeping you gently and snugly against the bed because nothing else mattered, and the deeper I pushed, the higher my heart soared. You’re the last person I want to see me like that. I genuinely don’t believe I could make love to another like I’ve made love with you.

My gosh, I don’t know if my writing is portraying it as explicitly as I’m thinking it, but if I keep going on like this, I might need to take a break. It seems my body has missed you more than I previously thought. I’ve gained a bit of momentum writing, though, and I don’t want to lose it.

Frankly, these long weeks we’re separated test my resolve and ambitions. (I was going to say ‘love’ instead, but that’d be a mistake. No distance could test my love for you. That I am doubtless about.) It’s when I start missing you this badly that I find myself thinking the way I used to: that I didn’t and don’t deserve you. It isn’t one thing I think like that about. It’s an entire laundry list. But hearing your voice on the phone and getting to see your smile in those adorable photos you send me dispels those fears. They always have. It’s your passion and humanity and honesty and devotion and sensuality. I probably shouldn’t list everything. That’d make this letter far too long. Just know that if I was a sailor out at sea, you’d be exactly what a siren song would make me envision.

These times away simply reaffirm my feelings about you and make our reunion that much grander. I have a few small plans in mind. Some are a bit too embarrassing. My hand is refusing to write them. Regardless, I’m certain you can imagine one or two of them. One of your presents goes along with this, too. I’m still amazed that I managed to go to a store to buy it, instead of ordering it online. I guess my desire to pleasure you and hear your sultry moans is more powerful than my bashfulness. Sweetheart, I don’t know how you do it. You still surprise me eight thousand eight hundred kilometers away. It’s a wonder.

Have you any ideas about what you’d like to do once I get back? It’s a little difficult thinking of excursions in a different country. A movie and dinner out is always a classic. I’ll treat you to whatever you want, always. A wine tasting tour would be fun. I can’t drink, but walking those picturesque vineyards and watching you sample all the wine to your heart’s content would be quite the day, I’ll admit.

If you’re feeling something more exhilarating, maybe we could try an escape room or ghost tour? Those are supposed to be rather fun. I assume for different reasons, though. I remember our last ghost tour, at that old haunted maze, was definitely exciting. My heart took quite the beating. Whatever you’re thinking, I’ll indulge.

A notable, candid friend of mine said he thought I spoil you, but I don’t agree with him. I simply like to pander, pamper, and please you. I think it makes sense given how much I love you. Besides, I’d never spend the money for myself, so I might as well spend it on you, Darling. You deserve the fun and comfort.

This letter is getting longer than I thought it would. By the ninth paragraph, I was enjoying myself a bit, and I just know I’ve had a goofy smile on my face this entire time. I can't really complain about that. It always happens when I think about you too much. Although, I don’t think one could think about their lover ‘too much.’ I’d argue it’s healthy for the heart and soul. I might do this more often. I’ve enjoyed my time writing, reminiscing about our time together.

For now, I’ll say goodbye. I hope you have a good night. Fall asleep knowing how I miss you, your body, your songs, and cute clothes. I have my memories to tide me over. I look forward to seeing you soon, finally enacting on all these gathered thoughts and feelings. And I look forward to loving my best friend for the rest of my life.

#all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x reader #all might smut #all might imagine #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha smut #commission

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