#of course the love of Bond's life had to be as traumatized as him

[thirdeyeblue]

“Nine would have treated Martha better than Ten did”

I need to talk about this argument that never seems to stop circulating.

Note: Not a venomous/anti post. There’s more than enough of that across fandom spaces as is, and this is supposed to be a place for ✨sweet, blissful escapism✨

When making this argument, people seem to envision a scenario in which Nine never met Rose.

While I can appreciate a good hypothetical, recognizing Rose's significance to the Doctor (Nine and Ten) is essential to understanding why things with Martha played out the way they did in the first place.

In the third series, the Doctor is grieving. This grief is deliberately threaded into nearly every script, whether spoken aloud or not (and these are just a few examples):

He's burning in Rose’s wake the entire time Martha travels with him, which is why it’s so frequently called upon: It’s 100% deliberate in framing his grief. He grieved as Nine too, of course— having been fresh on the heels of the Time War — but then he met Rose, which changed everything.

Back then, he was still a rude, traumatized pain in the ass, but we watch Rose soften more of those jagged edges with every episode as they grow closer; as he lets his guard down and forms a deep connection with her.

He falls in love (against his better judgment) and it's game over.

And yes: provided S1E1 had been titled 'Martha', one can realistically assume things might have unfolded similarly to how they did with Rose. However, it wouldn’t have been that way just because the Doctor was Nine and “Nine was different” — it would be because he wasn’t already in love with someone else. The same can't be said for the start of S3.

Think of it like this: if Rose AND Martha had been in that cellar — if Nine had taken both of them along with him in S1 — we’d eventually be looking at the most melodramatic love triangle ever, what with him living in close quarters with two brilliant, gorgeous, compassionate young women... But Doctor Who is plenty “soap opera” as is with just one woman in the TARDIS.

(I certainly wouldn’t object to reading that fic, though)

Now, regarding the unrequited elephant in the room…

His inability to be romantic with Martha isn’t because he thinks her lesser, nor is it for lack of compatibility. It isn't because Rose is any better than her. It certainly isn’t just because he’s Ten.

It’s really only for one reason, which can't be denied — and now I’m a broken record:

He is still in love with Rose.

(cut from a tenrosedaily gif)

Nine is Ten, and Ten is only such a mess in S3 because he’s just lost the love of his life. Martha merely got caught in the crosshairs of a volatile Time Lord in mourning, and yes — it sucks. Absolutely.

But it also feels dismissive to chalk Ten and Martha’s relationship up to little more than some sort of mindless dance of pining, jealousy, and toxicity.

Ten trusted Martha with his life over and over again — and hers, with him. He constantly praised her brilliance, happily carting her around time and space with no intention of letting her go. In the BBC’s extended universe of novels/comics/cartoons/etc, there’s so much depth to their relationship: love and trust and trauma and sacrifice. They had their own special bond as mates, their own complexities — so it’s a bummer that it's forever overshadowed by the other things.

I’m not denying that there was a lot of stuff that sucked/was for sure toxic about Ten's S3 behavior, but so many of the things I've seen him catching flak for can be directly attributed to being A Clueless Fucking Alien Idiot (not a trait that’s unique to Ten) — as well as his flat-out obliviousness to Martha’s feelings.

So yes, I agree: if Rose never existed, he would have treated Martha differently as Nine. He also would have treated her differently as Ten. Certainly.

But Rose did exist, and when discussing canon, it matters.

“He tells me that he absolutely, 100% loves Rose... He tells me how my daughter; my wonderful, beautiful, clever little girl saved him from himself before… And he says that’s all because of me! I made her into the Rose Tyler that saved him.”

-Jackie Tyler, Flight Into Hull!

Martha got the short end of the stick in S3. She came round at the wrong place and time, but that doesn't mean it was all bad. It doesn't mean the Doctor didn’t adore her. It certainly doesn't mean the time they spent together was wasted or worthless. They were brilliant!

Sure, he could be a twat, but let it be known that he was a twat with Rose as well, both as Nine and Ten. I’m sure Tentoo can be plenty infuriating, too. So while I'll defend Ten (and Tentoo) into the ground forever and ever and ever, I'll concede that he's fucked up.

The Doctor is a certified Pain In The Ass. It’s one of the things I love so much about this character — dynamics.

But never forget that Martha was goddamn tough as nails and overcame every bit of it. She moved on with her life, and the Doctor moved on with his. One can only pray that, when they inevitably drag her back onto the show (which feels inevitable if I'm honest), we see at once that she's been living her best life for all these years.

#I'm paranoid af about posting this but also feel like maybe two people will read it so perhaps I'm safe #doctor who #tenth doctor #ninth doctor #rose tyler #martha jones #baby's first meta #dw meta #I hope this wasn't just a mess of discombobulated stream-of-consciousness chatter #try as I may to avoid it #I'm somehow still aware of the sea of bad fandom vibes surrounding almost every character mentioned #besides Nine - who for some reason seems to be above reproach #there's a painful absence of civil discourse #especially where shipping is concerned #but let me tell you #I've vibed with T/M people about T/R and T/R people about T/M and it is a beautiful thing #I wish we could all just get along #also I've got so many more thoughts about this topic #like an embarrassingly long list of thoughts #I tried to scale it down as best I could while also being as inoffensive as possible #gonna crawl back under my rock now #also you should all go read Peacemaker #best DW novel since the Stone Rose #good god

[kagakuoniryu]

Alastor x reader I've written randomly to vent about a shitty situation I'm currently living

Summary : a new guest you knew from your past life arrive at the hotel, she was that one person who bullied you throigh high school, but she mooks too angelic to be guilty

Code : E/n (ennemy/name)

Tags : fem reader, etablished relationship, angst for the most part, there will maybe be a part 2, mentions of bullying, reader is TRAUMATIZED, english is not my first language, may have some inaccuracy about the show since I'm just projecting, and of course probably ooc characters

It wasn't a bad day, at least not in a place like hell, it was even quite nice, charlie was babbling about a new team bonding activity as usual, and it was nice being with your friends, until around 2 pm...when a new guest arrived...

Oh you remembered her...from high school, so pretty, so popular, she was you best friends ! You should have been overjoyed to see her down here !

Well...not exactly, because she wasn't your best friend anymore, you hardly bear to be in the same room as her, of anger, from your history and how your friendship ended...but also of fear and dread...

You were both teens back then, you and eager to have many friends ! You had your own group of friends, and she was a separate individual, spending her time with her boyfriend often, that's okay by you, you were happy for her, and when that boy left her you welcomed her with open arms ! You became best friend soon, even inseparable ! You heard her badmouth you to your friend group from time to time, but she told you it was okay, it was "to know who was fake" then, one by one, your friends ghosted you, but you had her, she was there at least, making new friends, each time you introduced her they left soon enough, you thought that maybe you were the problem and stopped trying, your best friend was there after all

Until a boy came along, love at first sight for you, he had everything ! He had so much...your best friend wanted him too...and with that, she had him, when you called her out she called you an homewrecker and a toxic friend getting in the way of her relationship, that ended badly and an argument followed, while you stayed on the down low, she texted your few friends left, and any new friends you managed to make telling them how awful you were, so you ended up closing your media althogether, moving away, and never hearing about her ever again

And there she was, she didn't really looked different from her time on her, a round face and blond hair, she didn't looked like she fitted in hell, but you you were different, your body jointed like a doll, mocking your life as the puppet of those who wanted to play you, but if not your appearance, your personnality changed, you were more confident, your boyfriend was a powerful overlord too ! No, not boyfriend, he proposed a month ago after all, he was your fiancee now, and you had friends, through thick and thin, you knew they wouldn't buy into her lie at least !

Having an hard time to breath you sucked it up, maybe she wouldn't recognize you ?

Wrong

How wrong

"Hello ! Welcome to the hazbin hotel ! Guys this is our new guest !" Charlie started with her usually cheerfulness

"Hi everyone ! My name is E/n, I barely arrived in hell ! And I figured that if I could, I would want to be redeemed ! After all everyone deserves second chances !" The girl said back

Her voice hasn't changed, neither her tone, that fake nice tone you used to hear every day, here, one again in flesh and blood, not through a phone, not through class, but..here...

Breathing harder than ever, you only went back to reality when husk called out to you

"Hey ? You seem weird, like you've seen some ghost ?" His tone nonchalant as always showed half concerns, but for him, it was a lot

"A glass, of whiskey, or vodka, whatever you got, strongest you got please"

"Wowowo...alright, that's not your type to drink, what's up...?"

"I-I...I know this girl...she...listens, I can't be in her presence sober, I knew her from where I was alive...we had...some bad conflict...she did some awful things to me, and I got bad issues after that...I said some mean things to her too, we were kids, but since then I'm scared I'll lose all my friends again !"

Husk just nodded at my whispered rant, trying to calm myself, I didn't even insisted on a glass and went straight to my own room since alastor and I didn't shared one yet, not before marriage he said

Later that day, angel vaggie and charlie passed by my room, concerned by my absence, I told them everything, how I ended up abandonning the notion of making friends when I was alive, the calls, the insults, they looked at me with compassion, charlie said she believes that she could have changed, and even if I doubted it, I wanted to believes it

Alastor arrived to spend some quality time with me, dancing on old jazz music far from my time, reading a book, basking in silence with each others

After a while, I thought I could talk about E/n with him, he was my fiancee after all ?

"Al ?" I started, unsure

"Yes my dear ?"

"You know about that new guest at the hotel ?"

"Ah yes, what a cultivated lady, quite entertaining, she was really into songs from the 1980s not my style at all, we had a long discussion about music genres, she's actually quite against modern technology and that picture show"

"Oh...so...you like her company ?"

"She is not insufferable if that's your question"

Finally you decided against your first idea, perhaps she had changed in the end ? Perhaps a new friendship was possible ? With healthy fondation, you could get your bestfriend back !

Wrong again

You revealed her the next day who you were, well, used to be, what linked the two of you back in the living realms, for others, nothing changed, but for you it was subtle, for exemple she never interrupted anyone, but when it came to you each time your mouth opened she would cut you out

She was such a charmer too, a quality you envied her, her audience was captivated, and soon even alastor was her aquaintance, he presented her rosie of course ! Just like he did for charlie !

And just like he did for you...

Rosie found her delightful, and from your tea parties at 3 with her and alastor, became 4, adding E/n

A comment about your appearance back in high school, an embarassing moment you had, a silly crush, every single detail of your life was used to mock you, even your crush on a video game character

Soon you always found excuses to avoid going to the tea party, and spend most of our time outside of the hotel, feeling akward in her presence

You tried talking about it to charlie or maybe vaggie, to no avail, they said how nice E/n was and how much progress she was making, if they weren't saying you sounded silly thinking that in these 3 weeks she took your place, you still felt like it...

And it all confirmed when, after a whole day of searching for everyone, they finally came back to the hotel from shopping...without you

"Finally you're here toots ! We tried searching for ya before going but you weren't anywhere !" Angel started, holding many bags in each arms

"What do you mean ? I was in my room all day ?"

"Wait you weren't out ? E/n told us she saw you leave ?"

"Oh I'm sorry my eyes deceived me...next time I'll still check your room !" As everyone looked sorry I couldn't help but see it, even for a second...

She smirked...

Of course she did, she never changed

This started becoming common occurence, either the others left you behind, or you could leave the entire day without them noticing, and at some point, angel, husk and sir pentious started to distance themselves from you

"Hey angel, hum...you wanna hang out...? Go to a club, or drink with husk, just spend some time betweens pal ?"

"Sorry sweet cheeks, but we're partying with E/n tonight and...she doesn't feel comfortable around you..."

"Wha ? Angel what are you talking about ?"

"She told us about it, about the two of you, hos jealous and manipulative you were, you even tried to make her dump her boyfriend, that wasn't cool of you, I don't want to take side on this, but if I hang out with one of you, I'd rather not force her to be with the other for both your sanities"

"Oh...ok"

That's all you could have mustered, because what was there to muster, you were in hell, all the proof you used to have were on your previous phone in the living realm, but even if angel and the other favored her, mayne your fiancee could understand your side ?

Gently you knocked on alastor's hotel room as he called you to come in, he was currently eating his dinner, a...fresh venison...but you shook your head lightly, taking a sit across the table

"Al, can I vent to you for a bit...?"

"What is it my dear ? But please, spare me your story with E/n, as much as I love a good gossip, the young lady did you a favor by never taking vengance in the living realm, I wouldn't want the two of you to get in troubles once again"

"Al, please it's serious, she's telling lies about le ! And you believes her ? I'm your fiancee ! She's in hell as well !"

"And so are you, and so am I, I am not interested in knowing the why who is were, but I admit your little querrel is...quite entertaining !"

"So your fiancee see her ex bully...and all you think about is entertainment ?"

"Well, ma chère (my dear) as far as we are all concerned, without proof, both of you could be the liar, it's about, who's able to convince the public, just like on a stage"

Alastor's half sadistic smile didn't amused you, you just sighed, getting up, wamking slowly toward the exit of his room, if even your own fiancee, the man you loved refused to believes you, who would ?

You couldn't see alastor's curious expression as you left, he just wanted to prolounge the fun and not outright gives you the solution, but seeing you give up almost made him that for once he screwed up badly

#writing #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #angst #alastor angst #x reader #x reader angst #hazbin hotel x reader

[zafirosreverie]

Their reaction to you asking them out (BSD)

a/n: Lovecraft's mentioned in three of these other than his simply because I LOVE him. Sorry not sorry.

Doppo Kunikida:

"T-tell Dazai this joke isn't funny."

You blinked in confusion, before realization hit you. You didn't need Ranpo's mind to know that the blonde in front of you had a soft spot for you, it had been that way since you entered the ADA, and for you it was an immediate crush.

But neither of you had acted on it, keeping your interactions purely professional at first and then simply being friends. The complete opposite of Dazai. After rejecting his proposal of a double suicide with a simple laugh, the brunette decided that you were his friend and that was it, you had nothing to say about it, not that you cared much.

Since you had no ability, you simply worked as a secretary at the agency, but that didn't stop Dazai from dragging you into his chaos. When he wasn't bothering Kunikida, or traumatizing Atsushi, the waste of bandages was stuck to you, trying to coax you into doing something diabolically chaotic, simply because he was bored.

You usually ended up taking most of the blame, since Fukuzawa and Kunikida were softer on you anyway, but at the end of the day, Dazai was a good friend. He had given you the courage you needed to finally confess to Kunikida, after teasing you of course.

Honestly, you believed that if the blonde rejected you it would be because you hardly fit into at least five of his ideals, you didn't expect him to be jealous of his partner.

"It wasn't a joke" you said softly "but we can talk about this at lunch."

Kunikida looked at you surprised, his green eyes shining with distrust but with a hint of hope as well. You smiled at him and quickly walked back to your desk, not caring about the evident blush on your face.

For lunch, he would take you to a restaurant further away from the agency building and you could finally talk. You would show him that you were worth more than the ink in his notebook and even though he didn't think you would last long together, in time he couldn't imagine a life without you.

H.P. Lovecraft:

You sighed internally but tried to keep a kind smile on your face, although you honestly didn't know how much you could fool an ancient god with that. You mentally cursed Mark and John for convincing you this was a good idea, but you cursed yourself more for thinking Lovecraft would actually agree to go on a date.

"Explain to me?" he asked after a minute of just looking at you with those piercing but empty eyes.

"Uh?!" You stammered, jumping a little “D-don't you know what a date is?”

"No, I know that" he replied "I have been here since before humanity, I have seen you develop, break down, and rise again, and although I am never near you unless summoned, I know enough to know how those types of relationships work"

“Oh” you whispered.

You weren't really expecting a philosophy or anthropology lesson, you just wanted a yes or no (preferably the former), but realistically, when, since meeting him, have you been able to have a simple, easy conversation with Lovecraft?

"Then what?-" you started, but he interrupted you, still staring at you.

"Why would you want to form that kind of human bond with someone who...isn't?"

You blinked and, for the first time since you started this awkward conversation, looked at him. His face showed no emotion, as always, but there was a sparkle in his eyes that hadn't been there before, as if he really wanted to understand what was going on in your mind.

For some reason, the minuscule possibility of being a mystery to a man whose mere existence was the biggest mystery of all, made you feel important, like the entire universe was watching only you.

"I don't know" you shrugged "maybe it's your way of treating me a little warmer than you treat others, or maybe it's because my eyes can't see anyone else as soon as you walk into a room… Maybe I'm just crazy, who knows?"

"Why would you want to join your being to an evil eldritch god?"

“I don’t think you’re evil” you refuted.

"Then you don't understand me" he said.

"No, but I've never said I do" you agreed "but…if you really are older than humanity…shouldn't you be immune to the criteria of good or evil?"

Lovecraft looked at you with, what by his standards, must have been a ghost of amazement. He didn't respond, but the gleam in his eyes intensified and it only took you a few moments to register that his normally cold and indifferent aura seemed warmer and… joyful?

"You're not an ordinary human" he finally said "You're not afraid of the dark"

"I never have been" you smiled "Hawthorne says that will condemn my soul to hell…nice guy right?"

"Your soul already belongs to the abyss"

You looked at him curiously and swore the ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. You weren't sure if that was a yes or no to a date, but the moment he took your hand, you decided it really didn't matter.

Edgar Allan Poe:

Why? Was it a joke? Were there hidden cameras capturing his humiliation? No, you weren't like that…but you spent a lot of time with Mark, maybe he had convinced you…No, he liked to make fun of Hawthorne, not him. So it didn't make sense, why would you ask him something like that? Why would you want to stain yourself with the same madness, anxiety and loneliness that accompanied him everywhere? Why would you want to subject yourself to such torture? Not even he could beat his own demons, why would you want to see them yourself? Why would you, of all people, ask him out on a date?

Those were the questions that ran a thousand miles an hour through Poe's mind as he looked at you silently, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Karl had long since moved onto your shoulders, sensing the imminent defeat of his owner.

"…Edgar?" You asked softly, worried.

It was a good thing you were in his study, because the moment you touched him, the writer fell back as if he were a statue, making you jump and scream a little before running to his side.

"I think I broke him" you said to Karl, as you fanned the man on the floor.

"I'm fine" Poe grunted, sitting up.

It seemed like the hit was what he needed to get his mind working again. He hadn't really expected your confession, much less for you to ask him out, damn it, he hadn't even hoped that you might like him like he liked you. But there you were, looking really worried about him (and damn cute, but that was another story), and he owed you an answer.

"I-I'm sorry" he stuttered "You took me by surprise"

"I noticed" you laughed softly, awakening butterflies in his stomach "I didn't mean to"

"N-no, it's okay, just…I didn't think you saw me like that"

"Really?" You blinked “I thought it was obvious. Even Lovecraft noticed”

"He did?!"

You nodded. It was true, the entire Guild knew about your feelings for Poe, some had even bet how long it would take him to realize it or if you would have to tell him yourself (you could already hear Margaret complaining about having to pay Nathaniel and John), even the eldritch horror had noticed it and he was asleep 18 of the 24 hours of the day. It seemed like everyone knew except Poe.

"I understand if you don't want to" you said "don't feel obligated to-"

"No!" he interrupted you, making you both jump at his sudden shout "sorry… I do want to, it's just… it's hard for me to think that anyone would want to spend their time with me willingly" he admitted awkwardly.

You looked at him for a moment, not understanding how he could not see how cute, not to mention how incredibly interesting, he was. You smiled at him and held his hand tenderly, waiting for him to make eye contact with you.

"Don't worry" you told him "I do"

Nathaniel Hawthorne:

"I miss her"

Herman looked curiously at Hawthorne for a moment before following the man's line of sight. You were sitting, talking calmly with Steinbeck about the small garden you had decided to start a few days ago, and although the blonde was more than happy to give you tips and advice, it was obvious that your attention was more on the tired sea god at your side. It was no secret to anyone that Lovecraft was one of your favorite beings.

"And why don't you tell her?" the older man turned his attention to the minister next to him.

"Its not that easy"

Melville looked at him a moment longer before looking back at you. He was a wise man, and he has known Nathaniel for years, even before the latter joined the Guild. He knew the man's faith, his ideals and moral compass, he knew that he could be stubborn and immovable in his convictions and that few things mattered more to him than his religion. After Mitchell's failed attempts at a romance with him and his relentless way of ignoring Twain's jokes, it had become clear to everyone that Hawthorne was a man of god, that his devotion was to him, and no one else. Most simply opted to leave him alone when he wasn't needed for some mission and he had been fine with that. Until he met you.

Of all the new Guild members, you were by far Melville's favorite. You were kind, happy, calm, willing to learn and rarely caused problems. You were often the first to offer help to whoever needed it, and although you possessed a dangerous ability, you had complete control over it, so no one was worried about you hurting them. You were practically an angel, and it was obvious that you were quickly earning a place in everyone's hearts. Nowadays it was common to see Poe leaving his room more often thanks to you, or how Louisa laughed more, how Fitzgerald praised you even for the smallest things, and Herman himself loved the peaceful afternoons with you in his office. You were even replacing John as Lovecraft's favorite human. But it was obvious that the person you had most under your spell was Hawthorne.

The usually serious man smiled as soon as he saw you, he talked to you about all kinds of things, often even forgetting his Bible and his talk about sins, he accompanied you everywhere if you asked and was always the first to welcome you when you arrived from a mission, always making sure you were okay. It was a lovely sight, and Herman appreciated your presence in the other man's life. But all that ended a few days ago, when he had broken your heart.

Melville was the only one who knew the story thoroughly, listening to what you were able to tell him between sobs and what Hawthorne himself had confirmed the next day when he confronted him about it. Apparently, he had rejected you without hesitation, and although he tried not to make drama about it, it was obvious that his words hadn't necessarily been soft, but rather dry and direct. You had smiled and accepted the answer, before quickly leaving, but Nathaniel had caught a glimpse of disappointment and sadness in your eyes, which had pierced his chest for some reason.

It took him a terrible sleepless night and a tough talk with Herman to realize that he had made a terrible mistake. He hadn't wanted to realize the true nature of his feelings for you, he hadn't wanted to face what that meant for his faith and ideals, but he gave up when he couldn't get you out of his head for days. At first, he was surprised by your ability to act in front of others as if nothing had happened, but in reality you no longer spoke to him, you no longer smiled at him, nor did you look for him, you had left him alone, and that, like he himself confessed to Melville, felt like the greatest penance for a mortal sin, the sin of having hurt an angel like you.

"I can't face those broken eyes, not again" Nathaniel whispered, not taking his eyes off you.

"You've already lost her" Herman sighed "what else do you have to risk?"

The minister didn't respond, watching as you softly laughed at Lovecraft, who had fallen asleep with his head in your lap. He knew that the other man was right, he had already lost you, there was nothing more he could risk, the only thing he had left was the hope that you would give him a second chance.

Herman Melville:

(shhh lemme be, we love Sea Santa Claus in this house)

"My child" he laughed softly "I'm sure Mark would be happy to date you."

You blinked in confusion, as your cheeks quickly heated up. In the man's defense, you really shouldn't have confessed your feelings to him… like that. Seriously, what did you expect by basically yelling at him that you loved him while you played chess in his office?

"I- I don't like Mark" you simply said "not that way"

"Oh… John's pretty nice too"

“Steinbeck scares me” you shivered

"Really?" Herman raised an eyebrow “You spend a lot of time with him”

Was that… jealousy you heard in his voice? A part of you clung to that thought, despite the very clear surprise, confusion, and rejection in his voice.

"I do it for Lovecraft" you admitted "I like him… Steinbeck gives me nightmares"

Herman looked at you for a moment before sighing and laughing softly. Really, he couldn't understand you, the idea that someone as young as you, with a whole life ahead, could have fallen in love with someone as old as him, was ridiculous. But if he had learned anything in the time he had known you, it was that when you wanted something, there was no human power to change your mind.

And if he was honest with himself, you had truly earned a permanent place in his rusty old heart. You were a happy and confident soul, kind and gentle, something rare in the current Guild. Apart from him and Lovecraft, you were the only one who saw Moby Dick as more than just a ship, you had brought warmth back to his chest, and he would do whatever it took to protect you.

“I guess Poe is out of question” he whispered in amusement, gently taking your hand across the table.

You quickly understood the joke and caught the glint of hope in his eyes, which made your heart race and a huge smile bloom on your face.

"Nope" you said "I already made up my mind"

Herman smiled at you and nodded, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it reverently. It would be awkward to explain this new step in your relationship to others, but it was worth it to see you smile.

"Besides, we all know that Poe belongs to Lovecraft. I'm not going to fight a sea god over him."

Louisa May Alcott:

"M-me? R-really?"

Louisa looked at you with wide eyes as you laughed softly and nodded, repeating your question for the third time, just to make sure she believed it.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"

She felt her already red cheeks heat up even more and tried to hide her face in her hands. She was basically a tangled mess of nerves and little squeals.

Listen, she liked you too, ok? Louisa just wasn't someone who thought much about dates and partners and stuff, mostly because she had long ago accepted that no one would notice her that way, but deep down, she had to admit that her heart had always harbored a little bit of hope for romance. She just didn't expect that you, who had become Guild's golden girl thanks to your charisma and power, would be the one to be interested in her.

On one hand, she was afraid that this was doomed to be a failure, that the more you got to know her your interest in her would fade, but the braver little part of her told her that it might be worth it. After all, you had always been kind to her, you tried to include her in everything you could and it was not unusual for you to spend your afternoons reading silently next to her. You made her feel special, like no one had ever made her feel before. She supposed that, in a way, it had been impossible to stop her from falling in love with you.

"I-I…I'd love to!" She responded, a little louder than she would have liked.

But it didn't seem to bother you, you simply smiled wider at her and gently pulled her closer to you to hug her, giving her enough time to get away if she wanted to. Louisa hid her face in your shoulder and as she felt your hand rubbing gentle circles on her back, she was mentally grateful that someone was finally noticing her for who she was, not her power or position in the Guild.

Bram Stoker:

"Why?"

"Because now you have legs and I don't have to carry you on my back all the way?" you joked lightly, feeling a little silly under the vampire's piercing gaze.

Bram just frowned and tilted his head in confusion. You had told him that you would like to go for a "drink" with him, or just "walk around the fair", mundane things, but little lady Aya had told him they were "dates".

It had taken the poor girl a couple of hours to bring him up to date on modern courtship customs, and even longer to convince him that it was fun and romantic. In his time, there was not much room for romance, marriages were arranged according to the political and economic advantages that the union could achieve and that was all. Much easier if he was honest.

But that wasn't what bothered him, it was the fact that apparently you, of all people, could have developed feelings for someone like him. Yes, you had helped him and Aya escape from Fukuchi and had remained loyal to the end, despite your lack of ability, but that was precisely why he couldn't understand your reasons.

A mere mortal who didn't know who they were talking to, he could understand, but you? You knew what he was, you knew the monster you were trying to court. Bram was no fool, and despite his lack of understanding of modern times and customs, he had never been one to deny his feelings (from that to him acting on them was another story, of course), and could easily admit to himself that he had developed a liking for you, especially after the whole vampire apocalypse.

But you? What could you want with one of the ten calamities of humanity? It just didn't make sense, no matter how much he thought about it.

"Uh-…Bram?" you asked softly

"Why?" he asked again

"…because I like you?" you said, giving up on your jokes and opting to be direct.

"Why would you?"

"I don't know" you shrugged "I just do."

"Why me?"

"Why not?"

Sigma:

"You're cruel"

You blinked before frowning in confusion. It wasn't exactly the answer you had been waiting for. When you decided it was time to ask Sigma on a date, you had prepared yourself for a no or a yes, what were you supposed to do with this answer?

"Excuse me?" you murmured

"YOU'RE CRUEL!" he shouted, looking at you with tears in his eyes.

Now you were worried. You tried to approach him, ask him what was wrong, and apologize if you had upset him with your question, but he just walked away abruptly and turned his back on you, furiously wiping the tears from his face.

"Sigma-"

"Why would you?" he whispered "Of all the pranks you could play, why such a cruel one?"

"What?-"

"You know how I feel about you" he continued, completely ignoring your worried look "I'm not even good at hiding it, but I thought you'd at least stop Gogol from using it against me…why would you? Why would you give me hope like this?"

His voice broke on the last sentence, just like your heart. You watched him fall to the ground, covering his face as his shoulders shook from silent sobs and your mind tried to catch up with everything. You couldn't really blame him for thinking this was a joke, after all, you were friends with Nikolai, his main tormentor.

Usually, you tried to stay neutral about the pranks the clown played on the poor boy, mainly because you knew that if you defended him, Nikolai would just make an even more evil prank. But you didn't expect him to actually think you would do something like that to him.

You felt guilty beyond words, and you promised yourself in that moment that you would do everything you could to repair a trust you didn't even know you had lost. It didn't matter if Gogol or Dostoyesvky got upset, you swore you weren't going to let them (or anyone) hurt him again.

"I swear on my life that this is not a joke" you said softly, sitting next to him "I'm so sorry if I ever gave you reason to believe that I would hurt you like this."

Sigma glanced at you, but he didn't respond. You took it as a small victory when you moved his hair back a little to caress his cheek and he didn't move away from it. It took you a while, but in the end, you managed to get him to look at you, still with tears in his eyes, but a glimmer of hope in them.

"I really like you" you said "and I promise I'll do everything I can to make you believe me."

He gasped when you leaned in to place a tender kiss on his cheek, and his entire face heated up as you held him close to your chest. You both knew that it would take you a while to convince him that you weren't really trying to use him, that you were sincere in your feelings, but at least, you were pointing in the right direction.

Nikolai Gogol:

"I knew you couldn't resist my charm"

You rolled your eyes as the clown laughed maniacally in front of you. Honestly, sometimes you questioned why you liked him, and if this had been a good idea. You knew he wouldn't let you live with this, he loved any excuse to boost his ego and tease you, but deep down you knew you wouldn't want him any other way, murder and obvious insanity aside.

"Oh, but darling, you didn't think it would be that easy did you?" he smirked at you and you could feel a shiver running down your spine "oh no, before you date me, you have to prove how much you love me!"

"Oh no" you shuddered "on second thought, let's stay friends."

"No, no, no" he said, grabbing your wrist before you could escape "you can't back out now!"

You looked at him for a moment before sighing and giving up. You knew that there was no human power that could stop him when he planned one of his "games" and that no matter what you did, you had already let the cat out, there was no way he would forget your confession, much less that you could get out of this.

“Okay” you sighed “what do you have on your mind?”

Nikolai simply smiled at you before using his power to transport you somewhere else.

In the end, you ended up spending hours solving puzzles and tests that, if you were honest, weren't even too difficult, at least not by what he was used to, but it was frustrating that every time you finished one, another immediately appeared, it seemed like a never-ending punishment. You assumed he wanted to test your willpower.

However, the reality was that Gogol wasn't even thinking about it, he was simply keeping you busy while he dealt with the sudden rush of complicated emotions, doubts, and fears that washed over him. It wasn't a secret to anyone who was observant (which meant it was only obvious to Fyodor) that the DOA clown had really taken a liking to you, which was why he teased you so much, as an attempt to keep your attention on him.

He never expected you to have feelings for him tho, much less ask him out on a date. A part of him was happy about it, but his mind was yelling at him that he shouldn't accept, that he shouldn't be tied to anyone. His entire life was supposed to have been dedicated to seeking his freedom, he couldn't risk that, not even for you. You really were a danger to him, and for once, he didn't know what to do with it.

Ogai Mori:

tw: manipulation.

"Bold and brave" he smirked "I like that"

Are you okay? Is someone threatening you? To be fair, you really didn't know what you were getting into. You didn't know the true nature of the man in front of you, you simply knew him as the kind doctor you had met by accident on the street and who you sometimes ran into.

It was weird at first, but after the third time "casually" meeting each other, you just decided it was funny and started a friendship with him. Bad idea.

You had no idea of the danger you were in, you didn't know what he was capable of. Developing a crush on the Port mafia boss was probably one of the stupidest things you could do. But he had made you feel safe, appreciated, and it really wasn't long before he had you under his spell.

It wasn't really your fault though. Mori is a brilliant man and a skilled manipulator, he rarely took a step without thinking, and it definitely wasn't a coincidence that he found you. You had a powerful ability, one that would be a huge asset to the mafia or any organization that had you.

It had gone unnoticed for so long because, as you had confessed, you didn't really like using it, but it was only a matter of time before someone else found out, so he had made sure to get to you first.

Honestly, he didn't expect this turn of events. His plan was simple: lure you in with kindness, make you feel safe before showing his true colors and then offer to join the mafia, which was an understatement, he was more than ready to force you to join if you didn't accept of your own free will, he even had planned to use Elise (he knew you had a soft, motherly spot for children) to convince you.

The fact that you were offering yourself on a silver platter only made things easier for him. Besides, he wouldn't say no to other kinds of advantages and a pretty face. (He would never admit that in that time of "knowing you" he had developed a… liking for you)

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[littlemsshoney]

Hi,

Do you take requests? Ifnot,sorry to bother you.

But if you do, would you mind writing Yandere Hannibal with Will‘s sister.Will is overly protective of her, but can‘t ‚save‘ her from Hannibal

A/n I really really love this idea, thanks for the request!!

pairing; Yandere!Will Graham× sister!readerxYandere!Hannibal Lecter x reader (romantically)

Life had been particularly harsh with Will. Any little thing that could potentially bring him some sort of happiness was forcefully taken from him in some way or other. He was a grown man deprived from any type of pleasure, happiness, comfort or love.

So when it came to you, you were the beam of sunlight in the stormy mess it was his life.The only good thing about his childhood he wanted to keep, he held you close and tightly to his heart so that nothing and no one could take ever you away from him.

He had always been overprotective whether you were older or younger than him it didn't matter. He took with pride the role of your protector and carried it out with all the necessary actions (to the point of sometimes crossing boundaries). He had been through a lot and he promised to himself he would never let you go through that.

So when it came to his current life he didn't want you to be involved. He talked to you frequently on the phone, putting on a happy voice, trying to hide his exhaustion or the gore details of his job, the nightmares, the hellutinations. He had painted you a very vague picture of his life giving you however the impression your brother was finally happy.

He didn't want you to worry or be in danger. Imagine your surprise when Jack called you as a last resort informing you about your brothers latest mental breakdown

When you visited him not believing your brother could lie to you found out that not only he had started being active in the FBI, but he was living alone in the middle of nowhere with an actual pack of stray dogs and no friend let alone girlfriend in sight.

It wasn't worrying, it was disturbing.

He was isolated, in an emotionally traumatic job, on the verge of insanity rejecting any kind of help.

And then he came into the picture.

You met Dr Lecter when he came by one morning to visit your brother. Both completely unaware of each other's existence he couldn't help but fixate on you.

He studied the way you behaved with your brother, how sweet and willing you were to soak all of his pain and make it yours. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Your pretty face, full of panic and worry about your brother's situation. He found it adorable.

Perhaps it was the secrecy of how Will tried to hide you from him, the sweetness of a forbidden fruit or Probably it was his sick and twisted mind making some relation between you and Mischa but he found you fascinating.

He found you witty and kind, sharing your brother's sarcasm, so different from Will but still having that sense of familiarity.

Of course you were so uninterested in anything but Will, so it was obviously this would be an obstacle. But he knew your weak spot and he never was too shy to rub some salt in one's open wound if it meant he would get his way.

In every session with Will he asked questions related to you, about your bond, your childhood and with a bit of research of his own aka stalking he knew everything about you.

So when the kind, helpful, charming doctor wanted to help you with your family problems how could you say no?

Will's world shattered when he saw how slowly Hannibal started becoming part of your daily life, how he turned you away from him and into his arms. He caught you texting all the time, leaving at random times going out for a walk, coffee or any other stupid excuse you could think of.

Did you really think he was that stupid?

Having been used to your brother's very open control of your life, with his rules and overprotectiveness Hannibal subtle manipulation was a breath of fresh air. Unable to detect anything he felt to you safe and familiar and the way he got out of his way to help you and your family made it hard not to fall in love with him.

He showed you what Will had always been afraid for you to see, your brother is a crazy, mentally unstable and potentially dangerous person who could ever hurt you. But Hannibal, he could help- no he promised you he would.

He hates it however when your time spent together was interrupted with something Will related. He hated the energy, time and emotions you gave away to Will. Your affections, your time and love, it should all be his. He hadn’t shared a thing in his life and he would never share you not even with your own brother.

It wasn't long till he managed to turn you against your own brother. It wasn't hard given how he had been lying to you for the past months about his life, or how exhausting he made it for you. It was an emotionally draining situation, he knew was holding back your relationship so he had to put an end to it. He also couldn't stand the codependent relationship between you and your brother; there couldn't be anyone else in your life to trust and adore more than him.

After that there was a pull and push dynamic with both your brother and boyfriend trying to control you in their own way. Will of course unable to do anything he cooperated afraid he would lose you and all the control Will used to have over you had now Hannibal.

But it was for the best, don't worry. He knows you're a beautiful thjng ready to flourish under his care and protection so don’t be surprised if sometime Will crosses him and Hannibal suggests a mental hospital for him, that’s for your best interest too!

#hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal x reader #hannibal #mads mikkelsen #will graham #will graham x reader #yandere will graham

[inmyfxith]

How they would react if...  You wake up from a coma after being severely injured

Including -> Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Neytiri, Spider, Tsireya, Aonung, Tonowari & Tsu'tey.

A/N -> Female reader

-> Requested by @innersuitcasehairdoscissors (deeply sorry it took so long)

With patience and tenderness, he would do everything within his power to help you regain your strength and vitality.

If Neteyam saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, his heart would surge with a potent mix of overwhelming relief and deep-seated concern for your well-being. As the eldest sibling, Neteyam is no stranger to shouldering the weight of responsibility for the safety and protection of his loved ones, and he would undoubtedly feel an unshakeable sense of duty to care for your recovery. A young man of honor and unwavering devotion, Neteyam treasures his relationships with others and cherishes the bonds that tie them together. For him, your recovery would present an unparalleled opportunity to deepen your bond and strengthen your connection, perhaps even as a chance to showcase his dedication and loyalty as a partner. Of course, Neteyam is not impervious to the pressures of his own dreams and aspirations, and he may struggle with the conflict between his desire to care for you and his own personal goals. Yet, his fierce loyalty and unwavering sense of responsibility would compel him to prioritize your needs above all else. Throughout the healing process, Neteyam would be a steadfast presence of unwavering support and comfort for you, offering a listening ear and a compassionate heart to guide you toward recovery.

As Neteyam watched the sun rise above the distant mountains, he felt a weight lifting from his heart. For days, he had been by your side, watching over you as you lay in a coma, your body weak and still. But this morning, something had shifted. A flutter of movement, a soft sigh, and then your eyes opened, blinking in the bright light of day. Neteyam's heart leaped with joy, and he rushed to your side, his footsteps light on the forest floor.

"You're awake," he breathed, his voice filled with relief and tenderness. As he looked down at you, he saw your eyes searching his face, your expression soft and uncertain. He reached out to take your hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "It's me, Neteyam," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "You're safe now. I'm here for you.” You gave a weak smile, your hand squeezing his in gratitude. And then, suddenly, your face crumpled with pain, and you cried out softly. Neteyam's heart clenched with fear, but he kept his voice calm and steady.

"It's okay," he murmured, reaching out to stroke your hair. "I'm here. I won't leave you." For hours, he sat by your side, watching over you as you drifted in and out of consciousness. He sang to you softly, his voice like a soothing balm, and held your hand as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

He would be your rock, your constant companion, and your unwavering support, always there for you when you needed him most.

If Lo’ak saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured his heart would likely fill with an overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude. He would be by your side in an instant, a rush of emotions coursing through him as he took in the sight of you regaining consciousness. As he watched you come back to life, he would be overcome with a deep sense of relief that you had managed to pull through such a traumatic experience. But along with his relief would come a fierce concern for your well-being. Lo'ak would be acutely aware of the pain and suffering you had endured, and he would be determined to do everything in his power to help you recover. Whether it meant staying by your side day and night, or providing you with the emotional support and care that you needed to heal, he would be there for you every step of the way. In the weeks and months that followed, Lo'ak would be a constant presence in your life, offering you his unwavering support and encouragement as you worked to regain your strength and independence. He would listen to your every need, and do whatever he could to make your recovery as smooth and painless as possible. At times, he might express his emotions openly, his love and affection for you shining through in every word and gesture. He would remind you of your worth and your strength, and encourage you to keep pushing forward, even when the road ahead seemed long and difficult.

The morning sun painted your skin in hues of orange and gold as Lo'ak sat by your side. For days he had been waiting, praying for you to wake up from the deep sleep of the wounded. And as if the Great Mother had heard his prayers, you stirred. Lo'ak's heart leaped with joy as he saw your eyes flutter open, your gaze soft and unfocused. Without a second thought, he took your hand in his, feeling your fingers weakly wrap around his. "Welcome back, my love," he whispered, the words heavy with emotion. Tears of relief streamed down his cheeks as he held you close, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his chest. He couldn't help but think of all the moments you had shared together, all the laughter and tears, all the love you had built between them. And now, he was grateful for every single one of those moments, for they had led him to this moment of pure happiness. "I was so worried," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "But you're here now, and that's all that matters. You're safe." He knew the road to recovery would be long and hard, but he was ready to face it with you by his side. For as long as he lived, he would protect you, cherish you, and love you with all his heart.

For Kiri knew that no matter what lay ahead, she would face it all with you, together, as one.

If Kiri saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, her heart would be seized by a tumultuous mixture of emotions. Relief and joy would be warred within her breast, as the realization dawned that you had returned to her from the brink of death. And yet, those sentiments would be mingled with a wave of fierce anger and frustration, for the memory of the brutal harm that had befallen you still burned bright in her mind. But as that tempestuous storm of emotion raged on, another feeling began to take root within Kiri's soul: a sense of duty, of obligation, of responsibility. She knew, in the depths of her being, that she must be there for you in this time of need, to offer comfort, support, and succor in whatever form you might require. And so, with a fierce determination, she vowed to stand by your side as you fought to reclaim your strength and health, to hold you close and offer the warmth of her love to soothe the wounds that still pained you.

Kiri sat beside you, her hand clasping yours tightly. For weeks, she had kept vigil at your side, praying to Eywa that you would awaken from the coma that had taken you. As the gentle light of dawn filtered through the trees, Kiri felt a soft squeeze on her hand. Her heart leaped in her chest as she saw your eyes flutter open, gazing up at her with a mix of confusion and recognition. "Kiri…" you whispered weakly, reaching up to touch her face. Tears streamed down Kiri's cheeks as she leaned in to kiss your forehead, murmuring words of love and gratitude to Eywa. "My love," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "You're awake. I thought I had lost you forever." Your lips curved into a weak smile as you returned the embrace, your tails intertwining in a sign of your unbreakable bond. "I'm here," you said softly. "I'll always be here with you, my Kiri."

Her unflagging encouragement and relentless devotion bear testament to the boundless depths of her love, an enduring force that will endure long after the storm of injury has passed.

If Neytiri saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, her heart would swell with the sweet relief of joy, tears of elation shining bright in her eyes at the thought of you returning to the world of the living. Her soul would sing a hymn of gratitude to Eywa, the deity revered by the Na’vi, for sparing your life. But even as she celebrates your resurgence, her empathetic nature compels her to feel deep and abiding sorrow for the pain and torment that you have endured. She would feel an intense desire to alleviate your suffering and ease your transition into this new phase of your life. Her commitment to your recuperation is unshakable, and she devotes herself wholeheartedly to supporting you through every challenge and setback. As a beacon of emotional solace, Neytiri remains steadfast and unwavering in her guidance, a trusted confidant who stands by your side through every trial of the recovery journey.

Spider is a man of action, not words.

If Spider saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, his heart race with a mix of relief and joy. Overwhelmed with emotion, he can't contain his excitement, and his body erupts with an exuberant energy that reverberates through the forest. Tears stream down his face as he rushes to your side, pulling you into a warm embrace as he whispers prayers of thanks to Eywa. At that moment, all the weight of the world is lifted from Spider's broad shoulders. He gazes into your eyes and overcomes you with a sense of gratitude and wonder that you have returned to him. Yet, even in the midst of his elation, Spider's impatience for you to fully recover begins to surface. He may urge you to push past your physical limitations, to test the limits of your newfound strength. He would want to see you back to your old self as quickly as possible. He may struggle to express the depth of his feelings in language, but his actions speak louder than any words ever could. Whether it's through bringing you food, hunting for your favorite delicacies, or simply spending time by your side, he will show you in every way possible just how much you mean to him.

Miles had been waiting for weeks, his heart heavy with worry and anticipation, watching over you as you lay still and unmoving in your coma. But as the sun began to rise on another day, he noticed a subtle shift in your breathing. His heart leaped with hope, and he rushed to your side, his movements fluid and graceful. "Eywa, hear my plea," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he took your hand in his. "Let her awaken, let her return to me." And then, like a miracle, you stirred, your eyes fluttering open as you took in the world around you. Miles was beside himself with joy, tears streaming down his face as he embraced you tightly. "You're back, you're here with me !" he exclaimed, his voice filled with relief and happiness. You looked up at him, your eyes bright with recognition and love.

"I missed you," you whispered, your voice soft and weak. Miles took your hand in his and pressed it gently to his heart.

"You have no idea how much I missed you too," he said, his words full of unspoken love and devotion. As you sat together in the early light of dawn, Miles couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude and awe at the power of your connection. For in that moment, as you gazed into each other's eyes, he knew that you were bound together forever by something stronger than mere flesh and bone, something that transcended time and space itself.

Tsireya's love and care would continue to be a guiding light, a beacon of hope and comfort that would lead her to a full and complete recovery.

If Tsireya saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, her heart swelled with joy and relief. With tender hands and a gentle voice, she would express her love and support, whispering words of comfort and reassurance. Tsireya's deep connection with the natural world and her knowledge of medicinal plants would guide her actions, as she would carefully tend to your injuries with the utmost care and attention. With every soothing touch and every healing herb, Tsireya's devotion to you would shine bright like the stars that lit up the night sky of Pandora. Yet, she would watch over you with unwavering vigilance, making sure you did not push yourself too hard or take any risks that could jeopardize your recovery. For Tsireya, your health and well-being would be everything, and she would do everything in her power to see you back to your full strength.

The forest was quiet as Tsireya walked towards the medical facility where you had been recovering. Her heart beat faster as she thought of the moment she would see you again, hoping with all her being that you would have finally woken up from the coma. As she arrived at the entrance, she saw the healers exit with a smile on their faces. Her heart leaped with joy as she realized that they had come to deliver good news. She approached them with a hopeful look in her eyes, and they nodded, confirming that you had indeed awakened. Tears streamed down Tsireya's face as she rushed to your side, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. She gently took your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin, and whispered words of love and support in your ear. "My love, I am so grateful you have woken. You are my heart, my soul, and my spirit. I will never leave your side and will do everything in my power to help you heal," she said, her voice choked with emotion. Tsireya gazed into your eyes, feeling a deep connection between your spirits. "I will use the knowledge passed down by my ancestors to help you, and I will make sure you do not push yourself too hard. Rest, my love. Eywa will take care of you, and I will be here by your side, always."

His love for you was fierce and unwavering, and he would do anything to keep you safe in your tumultuous world.

If Aonung saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, a rush of emotions would flood his being. Relief would course through him, yet his stoic demeanor remained intact, masking the underlying guilt he felt for not being able to protect you from harm. He stood by your side, guarded yet attentive, silently willing you to heal and return to him. In the quiet moments as he watched over you, Aonung couldn't help but be awed by your resilience. Your strength in the face of such adversity left him in awe and stirred a deep affection within him. As your condition improved, his heart swelled with pride and he became more open in his displays of love and devotion. With your recovery came a renewed sense of protectiveness from Aonung. He would not let harm come to you again, and he became more confrontational with any potential threats to your happiness.

As the soft light of dawn seeped into the hut, Aonung stirred from his restless sleep. His eyes fluttered open, and he sat up with a start as he caught sight of you lying on the cot next to him. His heart leaped with joy and relief as he saw you slowly opening her eyes. "Eywa be praised, you're awake," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. Your gaze fixed on him, and you reached out to touch his face. "Aonung…I'm so glad you're here." Aonung took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingers. "I was always here, love. And I'll always be here for you, no matter what." As he spoke, he felt a wave of guilt wash over him, thinking of the injury that had nearly taken your life. He had failed to protect you, to keep you safe from harm. But he pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the present moment and the overwhelming joy of seeing you awake and alive. He leaned in closer, his voice softening. "How do you feel? Does anything hurt?" You shook your head, a faint smile gracing your lips. "I feel okay. Just a little weak." Aonung nodded, relief flooding through him. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, of never seeing that smile again. He vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to keep you safe and happy. He leaned in to kiss you gently on the lips, savoring the taste of you and the warmth of your body. "I love you. And I always will." You smiled up at him, your eyes shining with love and trust. "I love you too, Aonung. Forever and always."

Tonowari would be a constant source of love and encouragement, offering his heart and his unwavering support to you as you worked to regain your strength and your health.

If Tonowari saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, he would be overcome with a wave of profound relief and gratitude. He knelt by your side, tenderly taking your hand and gazing into your eyes, recognizing the disorientation and confusion that often accompanies such a miraculous moment. With all the patience and understanding that love could offer, Tonowari would be attuned to your every need, providing you with comfort and support as you would adjust to the world around you. With his steady, calming presence, he would be a beacon of hope and security, inspiring you to stay focused on your healing process. As a Na'vi, Tonowari would be intimately connected to the natural world, and he would share this connection with you. He may take you on walks, showing you the splendor of the planet and teaching you the healing power of nature. Together, you would marvel at the wonders of the forest, breathing in the sweet scent of the flora and listening to the music of the fauna.

The morning light shone gently through the leaves of the nearby trees, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the ground. Tonowari sat at the side of your bed, his eyes fixed intently on you as you began to stir. You had been in a coma for many weeks, and Tonowari had been by your side every day, never losing hope that you would one day wake up. As you slowly opened your eyes, Tonowari's heart swelled with relief and gratitude. He reached out to take your hand, squeezing it gently as you blinked and looked around the room, still disoriented from your long slumber. "Welcome back, my love," he said, his voice soft and tender. "You've been sleeping for so long, but now you're here with me again." You looked up at him, your eyes wide with confusion and fear.

"What happened?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper. Tonowari's expression softened even further, and he leaned in closer, his gaze never leaving yours.

"You were injured, my love," he said. "But you are safe now. You have been sleeping, healing, and dreaming." He stroked your hair gently, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of your ear. "Do you feel any pain?" he asked, his voice full of concern. You shook your head slowly, a faint smile appearing on your lips.

"No, I feel… I feel okay," you said, your voice growing stronger with each passing moment. Tonowari smiled in return, his heart full of joy and relief. "That is good, my love," he said. "I will take care of you, always. You will never have to face anything alone." He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulled back, his eyes still fixed on yours.

He would be torn between conflicting emotions, his heart both full of hope and heavy with the weight of responsibility.

If Tsu’tey saw you waking up from a coma after being severely injured, his heart would swell with a surge of relief and joy. The gentle rise and fall of your chest, the soft tremble of your fingers, all signs that you had finally emerged from the darkness that had consumed you for so long. But as much as he would feel an overwhelming sense of love and devotion towards you, he could not help but feel a seething anger within him, a deep-seated frustration at the circumstances that had led to your injuries and forced you into this state of helpless vulnerability. His desire to protect and care for you, to keep you close by his side and ensure that you received the best possible treatment and support during your recovery, was matched only by his need to seek justice and vengeance against those who had caused you harm. He would remain steadfast in his love and commitment to you, willing to do whatever it took to see you through this difficult journey toward healing.

Tsu’tey had kept a constant vigil at your bedside, his heart heavy with worry and fear. He had watched your breathing, each rise and fall a reminder of the fragility of life. But now, as you stirred and opened your eyes, a ray of hope illuminated his spirit. The gentle flutter of your eyelashes, the soft curve of your lips, and the twitch of your fingers filled his heart with an indescribable joy. A deep sense of relief washed over him, and he could not hold back the tears that streamed down his cheeks. "My love," he whispered, taking your hand in his. "You're awake." He watched as your eyes flickered with recognition, and he knew that you could feel the love and relief pouring out of him. You tried to speak, but your voice was barely a whisper. Tsu'tey leaned in close, his ear close to your lips, eager to hear your words. "Thank you," you whispered, the effort to speak evidently in your voice. Tsu’tey could not help but feel a sense of anger and frustration at the thought of what had happened to you. He vowed to himself to do everything in his power to protect you from harm and seek justice for the wrongs that had been done to you. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing solely on the present moment, reveling in the fact that his love had returned to him. He held your hand tightly, offering words of comfort and encouragement as you began your journey to recovery.

Tag -> @eywas-heir ; @cullenswife

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar headcanon #avatar headcanons #awow #awow headcanon #awow headcanons #headcanons #preferences #avatar preferences #neteyam #neteyam headcanon #neteyam x reader #lo'ak #lo'ak headcanon #lo'ak x reader #kiri #kiri headcanon #kiri x reader #neytiri #neytiri headcanon #neytiri x reader #tsireya #tsireya headcanon #tsireya x reader #spider socorro #miles “spider” socorro #miles socorro headcanon #miles socorro x reader #aonung

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 3

Propaganda Under Cut

Casca

She is part of a weird fucked up love triangle with two dudes. All three of them are honestly kind of terrible for each other but she gets shoved aside in favor of the two dudes in most fics and is not allowed to grow past the toxic relationships of her past. Also she’s a cis woman who dresses pretty masculinely (because she’s in a mercenary band) so she gets type casted as the mean lesbian friend, when she’s straight in canon

I've seen more than one Yaoi Shipper say that Casca should have died during this one big canon event as opposed to being assaulted by one of the people in the Yaoi Ship, which of course conveniently would remove her from the narrative and as an obstacle to said Yaoi Ship. Aside from that specifically, though, I think it's particularly cruel to imply that being killed is a better outcome than being a victim of SA, and is an example of the contempt fandom on the whole has for female characters who act traumatized - particularly when both male characters in the ship have similar trauma and its never implied they should have died rather than be assaulted.

She's an incredibly interesting character in her own right with really good dynamics and parallels to Griffith and Guts, and the way those three play off of each other is integral to the story, but most of what I've seen completely ignores her in favor of focusing on only Griffith and Guts

Yennefer

Constantly villainized because one way or another she gets in the way of a MLM ship (though at least one of them would probably be fine with a poly relationship). In the show version of her, her love interest bound her to him via magic, never told her until someone else brought it up despite it the bond causing them to meet over and over, her love interest didn’t understand why this upset her and brushed it off and still has never apologized for it because apparently it was the only way to save her life, she had better chemistry with Jaskier (the other half of the MLM ship) and had a semi-decent rivals to frenemies thing going on, the show took away her powers (which never happened in the books) to have her go on a pointless quest to get them back that worsened her relationship with her love interest because they had her try to kill her love interest’s adopted child (which now justifies why he doesn’t need to apologize of course), and all of that was after she’d already had an arc regarding sacrifice and how power wasn’t really what she wanted.

she's an incredibly powerful mage and drop dead gorgeous and deserved so much better!!! justice for yen

God forbid women do anything. She either gets hate or is ignored, really classic stuff. And she's Geralt's gf but you know, *gestures at geraskier*

#round 3 #poll #casca #casca berserk #berserk #yennefer of vengerberg #the witcher #the witcher netflix

[killuagirly]

Imagine this, Yan!Freminet takes his male darling out for a dive in the sea, oh what a fun bonding moment between Freminet and his darling!

Showing you beautiful underwater locations and playing around with you, not a complaint coming out of you at all! Finally, Freminet takes you to his favorite place to visit, a cute little underwater house! He holds you close in his embrace, tilting you by your chin to face him before pressing his diving helmet to yours, looking at you with love filled eyes.

Of course, you can't really register it, not when you're too focused on the fact that your legs are completely frozen, the ice made chain around your wrists, as well as the fact that an hour ago he just murdered your partner. The water may have washed the blood off of him, but the image of it is still imprinted into your mind. The way you could see the life in your partner's eyes slowly fade away, as Freminet kept stabbing his claymore into them in a frenzy... The only expression that you have on your face is one of pure terror and dread, knowing that this is most likely the last time that you'll see the outside world for a while as he drags you by your chains closer and closer into the house.

It's probably a good thing that he has his diving helmet on, it helps hide the deranged look on his face... Oh Freminet just knows that you guys are going to have so much fun now! Especially since he got rid of your stupiddd... boringgg... old partner. He can't wait to do all those fun things that couples do with you! Especially the more.. mature romantic ones... He promises to wait until you're ready for that though.

Yandere Freminet x M!Reader

Summary: Freminet went past his limits and ended up well.. More or less ending your partner's life and traumatizing you. But that's ok! Now you can be with him until death tears the two of you apart!! [If you read the ask then you already got the jist of anything I added on]

Notes: I really loved this concept Anon, omg this was too cute. [and slightly horrifying in good way, if that makes sense? IT'S MY KIND OF YANDERE] I giggled. I would kill for long elaborate asks[imagines//Drabbles] like these, and you didn't even make me ask! How considerate!! Also, this was meant to be Male-specific reader but it's kind of gender neutral??

CW: Yandere, Obsessive tendencies, Possessiveness, Kidnapping, Murder, etc. Read at your own risk!!

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Freminet

☆ Oh! Look over there at those deep-sea creatures!! Oh and the beautiful scenery Freminet has become so accustomed to, but you must love it too right? That's why you're so silent, because you're at a loss for words it's so beautiful under the waves of Fontaine!! He even brings you to an underwater house! It feels like more of a cottage, but it's well put together and it's one of his favorites.

☆ He'll hold you close and tilt your head up with his fingers, pressing your diving helmets together. His eyes are filled with nothing but passion, loyalty and love for you. Though, it's probably better that you don't see that look hidden by his helmet. To anyone normal, the Renowned Diver of Fontaine may just look psychotic in this state.

☆ To match the concerning situation were ice chains around your wrists and ankles, forged by the boy's own hands using the vision which rests on his hip. Afterall, he couldn't have you leaving now could he? Freminet just knew you'd try to flee him after he'd spilled your partners blood in front of your very eyes. You'd learn to love him eventually, but not with the horrified painted on your features and the water flowing around his figure still tainted with dark red.

☆ Most of the evidence was gone from his clothing and his claymore by now, but the waves held the knowledge of what had just happened. The way he had swung his claymore until the one you once loved was no longer recognizable. You felt like you were frozen there in time, watching your partner's life seep from their body before your very eyes. Not to mention even if you did run, he'd find you before you got far. Those chains he created to captivate you would inevitably slow you down if you even tried.

☆ For all he cared, why did you need such a boring, useless partner when Freminet could give you everything you needed, wanted and more anyways? None of your family or friends could possibly love you more than he does, so there's no need to keep them in the picture either. I mean, now that they're all gone you two can have sooooo much fun together!! He can bring you gifts from the surface you would've liked before he had taken you, even flowers and such that could survive under the water!

☆ Maybe you both could even get into more intimate couple thing, when you're ready of course! He swears to himself that he'd never force you into anything like that, even if the simple thought of such actives sends him into a dream state. You wouldn't mind if he's only staring at your body while thinking of such things, right? Maybe even touching your hips occasionally.. He won't go too far, he can restrain himself!!

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Masterlist

#KilluaGirly #Genshin Impact #Yandere #Freminet #Anon #Drabble #Imagine #X Reader #Yandere Genshin Impact #Yandere Genshin x Reader #Yandere Freminet #Freminet x Reader #Male!Reader

[yah1dka]

i'm so tired of this, listen

fandom loves to say that dazai had always hated mori, even in the mafia, and make his teen self act with fear towards mafia boss. but i don't feel that this is right, so now i would try to make some explanations

have you seen any of this pictures? "poor dazai's completely traumatized after seeing mori killing previous boss" except that's the scene before this event:

dazai tied to the table after suicide attempt, no light in the eyes and probably still wants to kill himself. do you get what i mean? people often act like mori was the one who broke him, when in reality yes, he added little more trauma but this wasn't fundamental (i want to see his backstory really bad)

usually it comes in a parallel with kyoka's and akutagawa's dull eyes and guess what? they're also not traumatized by mentor in this pictures yet, life just gave them enough to look like that before even meeting akutagawa/dazai

but also

here's dazai before mori said he knows someone exactly like him

that's after

mori wipes away this conversation and they loose their light again, but then, when mori finally responds with "myself, of course" light is regained

so, dazai is not uncomfortable to be compared to mori, at least not at 15. even more, i assume: he's feeling validated after hearing that mori may be experiencing same things as him. or this look could mean that boy heard something unexpected, but anyways i don't see him being scared of this or disgusted. his main beef with mori really starts after odasaku's death, before they share some weird form of bond, but not hatred.

you can say something if i'm wrong or made a mistake but not be rude<3

love you, bye!

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #mori ougai #mori bsd #ōgai mori #oda sakunosuke #port mafia #bsd 15 dazai #odasaku mentioned #i did not read this post twice and my english is 50/50 so you gotta read this like that

[lisannastraussisanangel]

oh oh oh i’ve got one :D

guild members’ relationships with makarov headcanons!

Omg this is gonna get me so emotional! This post is gonna be so long holy shit

Makarov knows that these kids are super traumatized when they come to him. That's why he dresses like a funny little jester man. He doesn't want to scare them when they first join

He always takes the time to get to know and work with each kid that joins the guild. Makarov will take that child under his wing for the first week just to make sure they are comfortable

A lot of the members genuinely refer to him as their grandpa/dad (depending on which generation).

Makarov was still figuring out how to deal with children when Cana first joined. He feels he didn't do a good job at helping her when she first came

Cana, of course, disagrees and thinks the old man did a great job at helping her out when she joined

Cana has a ton of respect for him so when he asks her to cut down on drinking. She does so without question. (cutting down meaning drinking one barrel of liquor instead of two)

The two of them do regularly drink together tho

Gray goes to Makarov for advice the most out of the guild members. He really struggles with making the right decisions and Makarov is always there to listen with only minor judgement

Gray feels super indebted to Makarov. Even tho Makarov tells him all he wants for any of his kids is to live long and happy lives

Erza gave Makarov the most trouble when joining the guild. He had no idea how to get through to her. She was always polite and listened to him, but he couldn't get her to open up for the life of him

He just desperately wanted to make the little girl smile. The first time Erza smiled at him, he bawled his eyes out

Erza always makes sure to shoot him a smile when she enters the guildhall now

Natsu decides that since Makarov found him, he now owes Makarov his life. Makarov nearly has to beat it into Natsu that he does not owe him anything and that he is not to lay his life down for Makarov

Natsu then decides to live by the rule: 'you saved my life so now I'm your problem'

Natsu has so much respect for Makarov it's not even funny. But Natsu's love comes with a price. And that price is constant headaches

Mirajane actually didn't like Makarov all that much at first. She appreciated him bringing her family to the guild but she thought he was too lax with how he ran the place

The two of them really bonded after Lisanna's death

Lisanna adores Makarov. She's one of the few people who can catch him off guard and tackle him in hugs (it happens a lot. you'd think he'd catch on by now)

Elfman views Makarov as the perfect man. He wants to be like him. Makarov insists Elfman should find better role models

Mystogan views Makarov as his father. He cannot imagine anyone else who deserves the title

Mystogan's biggest regret was not being able to tell Makarov how much he appreciated everything he did for him

Bisca and Alzack were so upset that Makarov wasn't there for their wedding that they ended up getting remarried just to have him be a part of it

Every time Makarov compliments Gajeel, Gajeel has to fight back tears. He worked so hard to earn Makarov's trust and respect so now every time the guy is nice to him its almost enough to send Gajeel into a sobbing mess

#okay I had to stop myself because this post could go on forever #I would love to talk more about Makarov and his kids if y'all want any specific characters? #ik i missed a lot of characters #loved doing this :) #anon <3 #fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #makarov dreyar #master makarov #cana alberona #gray fullbuster #erza scarlet #mirajane strauss #lisanna strauss #elfman strauss #bisca connell #alzack connell #gajeel redfox #mystogan

[callsigncurse]

Love You Through It (Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Reader)

[Part Three of the Agents of Chaos series]

Maverick went and changed his mind after he nearly lost you for good, but a new and devastating loss has sent him spiraling.

Warnings: Probably incorrect medical procedures, but I'm not a nurse or a doctor so idk. Canon character death, feelings of loss & an extremely sad Maverick.

This is sort of a soft filler chapter before the angst.

I'll be back soon. Don't miss me too much.

Love,

Mav

You kept the note folded in the palm of your hand, your fingers gently closed over it. A nurse had come in to check on you and brought a little plastic cup and water to keep your flower in. Now it was on your little tray table, and you couldn't stop looking at it and thinking of Maverick, holding you close to his chest while you slept. You can't really recall a time when you've slept better.

Most of you was completely ready for this. He'd opened up to you, told you how he felt, and said that he wanted to make this work between you. That should have been the end of it. So why did you feel like the other shoe was going to drop, like everything would end before it really began?

A knock on your door broke you out of your quickly spiraling thoughts, and you looked up to see Agent hanging out in the doorway of your room. He was smiling, holding flowers, and a little balloon with "Get Well Soon" written on it in fancy script. "Hey. I figured you could use a little company."

You sit up immediately, wincing as the movement pulls at your stitches. The doctor had said your wound wasn't too bad and that the stitches could probably come out in another three days or so. You had insisted on being released so you could be with your team during the mission, and he'd let you know that you could be released the next morning. "Yeah, that'd be great."

He steps further into your room, setting the flowers down on your side table and letting the balloon rest against the ceiling. "How are you feeling, Chaos?" He settled into the chair by your bedside, his hands folded in his lap while his deep brown eyes studied you with worry. "You look like you've been through the ringer."

"Gee, thanks." You answered dryly, getting a smirk from him. "I'm okay. Just a little sore, but apparently I'm healing up fine. I'll be out of here by tomorrow. I can rejoin you guys for the last few days before the mission." You pause then, looking him over. You can see a cut on his lower lip and a bruise on his cheek. "How about you, honey? Are you okay?"

"Leave it to you to worry about me while being laid up in a hospital bed." He leans against your bed, his chin resting in one of his hands. "I'm fine. A little traumatized, but no major wounds. Just a little shaken up. Our plane is obviously disintergrated, so I've been grounded for awhile. Not that I want to fly anyway, not without you."

Your heart melted a little at that. Josh has been your best friend since your time at the Naval Academy, and he's been your WSO practically your entire career. There was an unbreakable bond between you. "I'm sorry, J. If I had just seen the birds quicker, we wouldn't be in this mess." Of course you blamed yourself; you were the pilot. He put your life in his hands each time you went up, and this time, something horrible had happened.

"Oh, shut it." He swatted at your hand, grabbing it and squeezing it soothingly. "Don't you dare blame yourself for this, okay? It was just a freak accident; it happens. It's not like you went out of your way to hit them." Well, he had a point. "Besides, you gave me a few days of bed rest and a break from the tension between Mav and Rooster."

You smiled, but didn't say much to that. You still didn't know the reason behind the tension between them. You weren't sure if Maverick would talk to you about it if you were to ask. "Yeah. You know he's been here every night since the accident? I slept on his chest last night."

You watched as Agent's jaw dropped. "He's been here every night? Baby girl, I knew he felt something for you. Are you going  to...?"You didn't get to hear the end of that sentence.

Suddenly, you got a flash of Maverick's emotions. It hit you so fast that you nearly doubled over, and you were only faintly aware of Josh asking you what was happening. The pain your soulmate was currently feeling was overwhelming, and you could feel a deep sense of loss. Something bad had happened, and you scrambled to grab your cell phone off the bedside table.

After calling him three times, he finally answered. "Hey."

"Mav? Baby, are you alright?" His breathing was uneven, and it sounded like he was on the edge of a panic attack. "Baby, talk to me. What's going on? Is someone on the team hurt? I felt what you were feeling, and-"

"Ice is gone." He finally got the words out, and it sounded like he almost couldn't believe what he was saying. "He was sick for a long time; no one else knew. He went to take a nap, and Sarah found him. He was... he was already gone."

You knew that Admiral Kazansky had been a close friend of Maverick's since they first met in Top Gun back in 1986. You'd never had the pleasure of meeting the man yourself, but you'd heard through the grapevine that he was a good man. No-nonsense, sure, but also kind and fair. His loss would be felt far and wide by those who knew him. "I'll be right there."

Several hours later, you were marching out of the hospital with Agent tailing you. He'd tried to get you to stay put, but you had checked yourself out of the hospital with the promise that you would come back for a checkup. Right now, your only concern was getting to wherever Maverick was.

"You're the most stubborn little thing on God's green earth, you know that? Lord, help Maverick." He was grumbling, but he opened the door for you anyway and ushered you into his passenger-side seat. "I'll drive you to his place."

You were anxious the entire way back to base housing, and you practically launched yourself out of the truck when it came to a stop in Maverick's driveway. "Thanks! Love you!" You shouted over your shoulder to your best friend, but you kept heading to the door.

It swung open before you could knock, and you slipped inside.

He'd been waiting up for you. Or he couldn't sleep—probably a little of both. His face was red, tears staining his handsome face. His soft, dark hair was a complete mess, like he'd just spent hours running his hands through it. He was a mess, and understandably so. There was nothing you could do to fix this pain, but you could do your best to comfort him as best you knew how.

"Have you eaten?" His eyes were unfocused, but you knew he'd heard and understood you when he shook his head in the negative. "Okay. I know you may not feel like eating, but I'm going to make dinner. After that, I'm thinking a shower and bed."

He doesn't say much; he just lets you guide him around his house. He sits at the dining room table, watching you move around his kitchen as you use the ingredients you have to make him something to eat. He should be beyond thrilled that you're here, making him food, but the truth was, he couldn't feel much of anything right now.

You decided on making pasta with red sauce; it was the best comfort food you could think of. While the noodles boiled away on the stove, you walked over to the table and took the chair next to Maverick. His gaze is unfocused again, and you can't help but wonder what's going on inside his head. "Hey, Mav?"

The touch of your hand on his shoulder makes him tense up for a moment; it's like he didn't realize it was you at first. Slowly, he relaxes again and turns his head so he can see your face. "Hm?"

You brush your fingers gently through his hair, pushing soft strands of it back off of his forehead. "I'm sorry. I know he was one of your best friends. I wish more than anything that you didn't have to feel like this." Your touch seems to help a little, he's leaning into it. "And I know it's hard, but we'll get you through this."

He doesn't say anything for a minute. Just lets you touch him, play with his hair and talk to him. "I'm glad you're here," He finally says aloud, "Yeah, he was. One of my best friends, I mean. He was there for me, throughout the years, after I lost Goose."

You knew the story, about how Bradley's father was Maverick's backseater and best friend, and how he'd died after a catastrophic engine failure and a problem with the canopy not releasing quick enough. The memory of Hangman telling the team that story while Bradley was in the room still haunted you. You knew that memory still haunted Maverick, and you knew he still blamed himself.

"I wish you could have met Ice." He continues, reaching out one shaking hand to take yours. His thick fingers threaded through yours. "He'd have loved you. You're a lot like I was back when I was in my twenties." You were choosing to take that as a compliment. "We had our differences, me and Ice, but we got close after we graduated Top Gun."

You listened as he told his story. He told you about how Ice supported him throughout the years, being his rock through all the hardships and his dearest friend during the good times. He was a little more animated now, talking about Ice's children and how they all referred to him as 'uncle Mav' and how he had been one of the groomsmen at Ice's wedding.

"I'm really gonna miss him." He whispers, his voice cracking slightly. He doesn’t push you away when his eyes start to fill with tears, but it’s a very near thing. He’s not used to someone being around like this—someone who wants to hold him and comfort him when he’s hurting. He can’t remember a time where he’s ever felt quite so... cared for. Loved. For a kid who grew up without his dad and a mom who wasted away until she left him, too, this was everything. You were everything.

He watched as you leaned in, pressing your lips to his temple in the sweetest little kiss. “I know, Mav,” you murmured against his feverish skin. “And you will, for a long time. But each day will get easier, and this burden will get a little easier to bear. Until then, just let me help you carry it, okay? This is what I’m here for. The good and the bad, yeah?”

He is the one to hold you now. It was almost unfair how physically strong he was, because the next thing you knew, he was tugging you into his lap and pressing you against his chest. Now he was holding onto you like you were his lifeline, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You let him hold you for a few minutes before you had to kiss the top of his head and pull away to go finish dinner.

He makes a disappointed sound, but he lets you go. You can feel his eyes on you as you move around his kitchen, and it makes a pleasant shiver roll down your spine. You're here with him, making him dinner and offering your comfort in a way only a partner can, and you couldn't help but feel like this was always where you were meant to be.

After dinner, he helps you clean up. He rinses the dishes while you stack them in the dishwasher. Neither of you say much, but the little brushes of his hands against yours make your stomach flutter.

When the dishes are done, you take one of his hands in your own and lead him down the hall. "Alright. Now that your belly is full, time for a nice hot shower, and then it's bedtime." You tell him, shooing him off toward his bathroom.

"Wait." Before you can escape, his hand has snagged your wrist and he's tugging you back into him. "Maybe you can sit with me while I shower? You don't have to look or anything; I just don't want to be alone with my thoughts right now." His face is unreadable, but his eyes... he can't hide what he's feeling.

"Okay." You agree, your hands resting lightly on his chest. "Whatever you need. Go on in and strip, then let me know when you're in the shower. I'll come and sit with you." The relief in his eyes is instant, and you wink at him as he pulls away.

A few moments after he entered the bathroom, he called out to you, and you let yourself in.

"Thanks for doing this." He tells you, and you settle on the floor by the door. "I really appreciate you being here."

You half wonder if you should shower, too. Your hair had to be a mess, and you felt gross from sitting in a hospital bed for several days and nights. "Of course, Mav. I know you'd do the same for me if the situation was reversed. I really care about you."

There's a split second of silence before he pops his head out of the curtain. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead, and water drips from the curve of his nose. His chest is wet, and your mouth is dry. "I care about you, too." His gaze is as intense as it usually is, and you can't help the way you squirm.

"I know you do, Mav." You drop your eyes from that patch of wet skin, knowing that you're probably flushed from staring at him. "I think that's pretty evident, since you spent three nights by my side in the hospital."

"Speaking of..." He trails off for a minute, and then he sighs. "Get in."

"What?"

"In the shower, sweetheart." He gestures with a quick movement of his head. "It's been a few days since you've showered; I'm sure you're uncomfortable. There's plenty of room for the both of us. And I won't look, if that's what you're worried about."

You know you're safe with him; you're not worried about that. You are a little worried about yourself trying to catch a peek at him, but you make a decision to nod and stand up from your place on the bathroom floor.

Stripping out of the t-shirt and sweat shorts that Agent had brought to the hospital for you, you fold them neatly and set them on the counter. Then you take a deep breath and step inside the shower.

His smile is sweet and boyish, and, true to his word, his eyes stay on your face. He's in your space, and his hands touch your arms. For a moment, nothing exists but you and Maverick, together, warm and safe. "Here," You murmur after a moment, snagging a shampoo bottle from the ledge behind him. "Turn around."

He obliges, turning around in the spray, and you can't help it when your eyes scan over him. He's got a cute butt, and his shoulders and the dip of his spine makes your mouth water. Your hands are soft when they run through his dark hair, working your fingers in circles to lather up the soap.

The pleased groan he makes has your stomach swooping, and you grin. "You're like a cat, Mav. Just need food and a little love, huh?" You murmur, leaning forward to press a kiss to one shoulder. You catch the way he shivers at your touch.

"Seems like it." He answers, and he hasn't moved an inch since your hands settled in his hair. He's just in the moment, letting your touch chase away the feeling of grief, even for just a moment. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

That makes you smile, and when the water has washed away the last of the shampoo, he turns around and smiles down at you. Your fingers ghost over his jaw, and your eyes flicker from his down to his lips and back again. "I think all you really had to do was be yourself, Mav. That's all."

His gaze softens, and he leans in. Your breath catches in your throat, but you don't move as the space between you becomes nonexistent.

His lips are surprisingly soft. It's a stark contrast to his work worn hands, the ones currently cupping your face with such care that it makes your stomach once again erupt into butterflies. He keeps it light, soft, warm... like he doesn't want to push too far, take too much, and risk scaring you away.

The groan he makes when your teeth nip his lower lip makes the waiting worth while. And the way he licks into your mouth when you open up for him makes your knees so weak that you have to slip your arms around his neck to keep from falling.

He presses you against him, careful not to brush against your stitches. He lets it continue for a moment before he pulls his lips away from you. "As much as I'd like to continue this, one of us is physically injured, and the other is not all mentally there."

"I know, Mav. Just kisses are good enough for me." You brush a lock of wet hair off of his forehead and smile. "Now, help me wash my hair?"

Half an hour later, you're both clean and curled up in Maverick's bed. You're wearing one of his old Top Gun t-shirts and a clean pair of boxers, and he's wearing just a pair of sweatpants. He looks so good, and you marvel at the fact that this man is all yours.

Moving onto your side, you prop your head up in a hand and just watch him. He's staring at the ceiling, his eyes far away, but they refocus when he sees you move. "Hm?"

"Nothing." Your free hand comes to rest on his chest, fingertips brushing over the skin and soft hair you find there. "Just admiring, that's all. You're very handsome."

His larger hand settles over yours, and his blue eyes flicker over your face. At last, his beautiful smile over takes his face. "Oh yeah?" There's that mischievious personality you've come to know and love.

"Yeah." You lean in, dropping a kiss on his forehead. "I got lucky in the soulmate area, you're kinda hot, Mav."

"And you're beautiful." He answers, turning his head so he can get his lips on yours again. He tastes like his mint toothpaste, and he smells like him, all of it plus the warmth of his skin makes your head spin. Despite your best efforts, and his, you were in love with Pete Mitchell.

When he lets you go, you curl up with your head on his chest, just as you had last night. It's almost instinctual, seeking out his warmth. "Goodnight, Pete."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

#pete mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #top gun maverick fic #top gun fic

[chapel-of-rizztual]

regressor mountain is so important to me. the biggest baby ever. gets so emotional when small and is the most caring little guy. yes he cries a lot but its because he cares a lot

This tuned out to be a little deeper then expected. Anyway I love regressed Mountain so much.

cw: regressed ghouls, age regression.

Like Dew, when Mountain regresses he’s TINY. His life in the pit was incredibly traumatic and he never really recovered from it, even when he was summoned. Also like Dew, he spent most his time in the pit alone. He wasn’t banished like Dew was, he was…left. He woke up one day and his pack was just gone, moved on…without him. He didn’t know why they went, or where they went, but he spent the rest of time in the pit looking for them. He was so young, about fourteen in earth years, and had to learn how to fend for himself, and he had to learn fast. He avoided other solitary ghouls, most other banished ghouls were feral and dangerous to a fully grown ghoul and although Mountain was tall for his age he was still very obviously young. He’d met Dew a couple of times, the first time he’d nearly gotten his head bitten off when he walked into a cave to seek shelter not knowing the little water ghouls was already occupying it. Dew was even younger he was, and he was so tiny, and he seems to get smaller each time they saw each other, and Mountain always worried about him, but the two were too scared and cautious of each other to form any kind of bond. Mountain mostly stuck to the wood, he felt safe there, and of he ever encountered any other ghouls, which he had, and he had the war wounds to prove it, he’d had the advantage of the woods being his friend. He stayed in the woods for most his time alone in the pit, until he felt the calling to the surface and blindly followed it. 

The first time he regressed was a few years into his time on earth. And it was terrifying for him. Most days he woke up at sunrise, before everyone else and was able to make breakfast for everyone. This time he unknowingly woke up late and by the time he got downstairs everyone was…gone. He doesn’t remember anything after that. 

Dew was the one that found him. He was on the floor with dried tear tracks down his cheeks and distant look in his eyes. He recognised that look immediately, had seen it plenty of time in himself and was able to a safe place, and more importantly a safer headspace. 

When Mountain came back up they had a long conversation. He’d heard of regression before, he’d seen it, had seen Dew being taken care of by Aether, had seen the ghoulettes playing with Sunny and Rain, but he never thought it would be something he could achieve. He always thought he was too big, physically, and mentally, he thou  he had to be the protector of everyone, he had to be the one that made sure everyone was okay and safe and that they were all together. But he was wrong. And he was proven wrong by Dew swaddling him and cooing at him until he felt his mind slipping away from his again, but he knew he was safe now so he was happy to let his mind drift off. 

The next time it happened he could almost feel it happening. He woke up one morning and it was like there was a thick fog settled in his brain. He recognised it from last time and was able to get to Dew just in time before he slipped. Dew had swaddled him in a thick fluffy green blanket and spoke softly to him just like he had sone the last time. 

There was a lot of trial and error in the beginning. At first Mountain was only comfortable with Dew. Dew knew from experience what Mountain was going through, and he know that Mountain needed without him having to ask for it. But Dew also regressed sometimes. And the days where he was Mountain would force himself to stay big until Dew was able to look after him. Doing that, understandably, made things a lot worse and Mountain often regressed even harder after. Aether noticed. Of course he did. And he was so proud of Dew for taking such good care of Mountain when he was regressed. He’d had a talk with Mountain, and with a lot of denying and blushing from the earth ghoul, he’d finally gotten him to open up to him about it.  Mountain got comfortable with Aether after that, and not long after that, Cumulus. 

He always went to the same kind of age when regressed. They didn’t know how old exactly, but he was young. He didn’t play, he didn’t speak or watch cartoons. He mostly slept. And cried. But Mountain cried a lot when not regressed so that wasn’t really a worry. Dew got him a pacifier after he’d seen Mountain staring at his with an unrecognisable expression his face and Mountain had loved it. It was white with a bluebell on it and Mountain had been obsessed with it since the moment he first got it in his mouth. And the sight of Mountain staring up at them with his big green doe eyes and a pacifier bobbing in his mouth should be so adorable but it was. 

Mountain was easy to look after when regressed. He wasn’t fussy, despite him crying a lot, but that was just a Mountain thing. He loved being swaddled tightly in his blanket, he loved being held and carried, it made him feel even smaller and safer when Aether carried him around on his hip. He didn’t always have the best control over his bladder when regressed, which led to a few accidents, and some real tears from Mountain, but all the ghouls were happy to sooth his tears away. He learnt to love being regressed, the love and care he got from the ghouls never failed to make him feel so loved, cared for, and safe. He finally felt safe. Something he’d never really felt before he was summoned. 

#regressed ghouls #the band ghost #mountain ghoul #nameless ghouls #ficlet #my writing #If you see a mistake blame the insomnia I haven’t slept for days #Anonymous

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Y'know the ask where Damian's twin runs off with Joker? I like to imagine Harley and Joker both become yanparents over time for the kid. Harley would love them immediately while joker would initially just uses them before he grows attached to them

I could see it! Harley is more than willing to take them in, she’s happy that she gets to play house and experience what a family with Joker would look like (although it will probably eventually lead her to becoming a single moot her for the Reader or taking them to Ivy and raising them with her). She would want to be the best mama to the Reader, especially after learning about what their life was like with Talia and Damian. Harley would make them feel what genuine maternal love and care was like and they would be the closest to her because if it. And also because for a good while Joker was only really using them to get at Batman , not like they didn’t basically sign up for that though.

Harley would also totally be that overprotective mama and when she sees any of the Batfamily members or specifically Damian, Bruce and Talia whenever she comes around, Harley will rip them a new one for how they treated her bby. And she wouldn’t hold back from throwing hands with them either but she knows she’s got to come home to her bby so she won’t do anything too rash.

Joker would surprisingly play the role of a paternal figure pretty well, at least his version of one that is. He’ll do things that fathers are supposed to do with their kids, typical bonding time only it will inevitably have a disturbing twist to it. Given how much Harley takes to the whole playing house thing, Joker indulges her but uses it as a way to not only make her happy (and to get her off his back) but also to keep her from leaving him. Like, I could imagine that Harley was getting to a point where she wanted to settle down with Joker and have a family but he wasn’t for it or kept brushing it off only for her to threaten to leave him. She of course doesn’t really want to but she’s hit her limit now and puts her foot down; either they have a family or she’s gone. Then one day Joker comes home the disowned and abandoned twin child of Batman, talking about how this would be a test run for the ‘real thing’ only he has no plans for that ever happening.

Joker would have so much fun gloating and bragging about having Batman’s very own child, his flesh and blood in his grasp. Not only that but that they willing came to him and that he’s going to be a much better ‘father’ to them than Bats ever could. He especially loves gloating to Batman himself and getting a rise out of him because of it.

I like the idea of Bruce one day snapping and beating the utter shit out of Joker due to the gloating and fact that he’s trying to make a weird hybrid version of Batman, Ra’s and Joker himself out of the Reader. Like, Bruce has had enough, he is going to bring his other child home and take them away from Joker and Harley in every possible way he can. It’s a promise, a vow, that Bruce has every intention of going through with so much so that he actually scares the Joker with his actions and the conviction in his voice. Not only that but the thought of Bruce taking the Reader from Joker has him feeling some type of way. Like, the thought of not having them around makes him feel oddly lonely and empty inside. It’s in that moment where he’s left all by himself, beaten and kind of a little traumatized by the raw ferocity of Batman, that he realizes he’s actually grown pretty attached the Reader and that he would feel….lost without his and Harley’s pride and joy.

#anxious answers #yandere harley quinn #yandere joker #yanmama harley quinn #yanpapa joker #yanfamily villains #yandere dc #yandere dc concept #yandere concept #yanfamily concept

[v3nusxsky]

emily prentiss x pregnant!bau!reader ;; she gets a pos pregnancy test after a few rounds of ivf with emily, but she never got to tell her because she only found out a week after her “death”. (no one knows r’s pregnant only hotch bc of a cryptic pregnancy🤫) and when she comes to work, she sees emily, alive as ever— r’s mad and makes no move to talk to em. emily corners r in the coffee room, forcing her to talk to her and all r says is that the ivf didn’t take. a few hours later, r notices her 7month checkup is in a few minutes, she takes emily with her without telling her wehere they’re going.

- 🐦

Emery Faye

*Authors note~ omg I love this sm and it's something that's not normally spoken of much so I hope I handled it okay*

Trigger warnings~ cryptic pregnancy angst Emily "death" mentioned

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

A baby was always something you and Emily wanted. So when you're first few rounds of IVF failed naturally you were disheartened. Emily had told you of her past and how she didn't want to go through pregnancy again. That was fine by you, you loved the idea of carrying your child for the pair of you, and giving your wife a child to love and care for. It was a long shot, you knew that but you both weren't ready to give up on the idea of a baby.

Until that day, where Doyle stole Emily from you. Her life taken, leaving you widowed. That was five months ago. During, you got depressed and it seemed like the IVF had failed, after all nothing was amiss with your body. You felt like you'd failed Emily by not bringing her child into the world. No you couldn't even get pregnant and now she was gone all because of some serial theorist asshole who wanted revenge on your wife.

Your depressed state was causing your physical, mental and emotional health to deteriorate and fast. You knew you were spiralling downwards with no end in sight, all you wanted was your wife, yet she was gone just like the idea of starting a family. Therefore, you felt as if your purpose in life had died with your lovely Emily.

Hotch was the one to drag to you the hospital, insisting on a check up as he could see how badly you were doing and the guilt of knowing he was hiding Emily from you made him extra cautious with you. After all Emily asked about you all the time, JJ and Hotch filled her in and it was killing her from the inside. You were insistent that you were absolutely fine, no need for such a reaction when you were fine, grieving your wife but absolutely fine.

That was when they told you. You were pregnant. The round had worked, what a cruel coincidence. Emily wouldn't be around to see her child grow up and love them. But you would always tell them of her, and now you had your purpose. Obviously Hotch allowed you time to process the fact before adopting his practical ways of thinking. That was how you decided to hide the pregnancy from the team for as long as possible. Just wanting to bond with the baby and let the hurt and excitement settle down.

Seven months into your pregnancy you were glad your pregnancy was cryptic, it gave you more time to work out how to tell them, after all having a mini Emily could be rather traumatic for the team. Part of you hoped it was a boy to make things easier on others and part of you wanted a baby girl. Reminder of your late wife.

An emergency meeting at the round table was never good, but you weren't expecting to see a nervous looking Hotch and a guilty looking JJ. "Seven months ago I made a decision that impacted the whole team, as you know Emily-" the name came of your late wife causing you to blank out. Emily? And that's when you saw her in the doorway with a guilty and sad expression. "Sweetheart?" She murmured looking at you while the team all exploded in a flurry of emotions. "Heck yeah I got a problem with it" Derek raged, "I'm sorry truly you didn't deserve that" she murmured wrapping him in a warm hug.

Tears silently fell down your cheeks as you left the room, Hotch knew of course, you'd told him of your appointment and he guessed you'd function on autopilot so it was only natural that he sent Emily after you. Some time alone would do you both some good, and it would give you the opportunity to tell her about the baby.

Emily caught up to you, gently took your hand and allowed you to silently lead the way. In the car, Emily settled into the passenger side and allowed the silence to wrap around you both. Truly, there was so much she wanted to say to you but she knew you needed the time and space.

What shocked Emily was the fact you pulled up to the hospital, but she kept quiet just shooting you a questioning glance. The whole process went so much faster than you thought, maybe that's because you felt as if you'd joined another universe, your mind reeling as it attempted to take in the vital information, that Emily was indeed alive.

That was how you found yourself on the bed, the cool gel against your stomach as the babies heartbeat filled the room. "So you have a very healthy little one here, who's more than willing to show us what they are. Would you like to know?" The technician asked you and that was the first time you met Emily's eyes, "shall we?" With a stunned nod you were told that your baby was in fact a baby girl. "Emery Faye" you murmured reaching for Emily's hand. "It worked?" She whispered as if she was afraid it was all a dream. A teary nod was all you offered before both of you glued your eyes to the screen, as your baby wriggled around.

"She's got your nose Em" you giggled and your wife let out a laugh that you'd truly been missing. "I'm so sorry my sweetheart, I wanted to tell you but I couldn't risk him hurting you and now our baby girl" she murmured bringing a hand to your almost flat stomach. "It's cryptic Em, she will start to show more in a few weeks" her hand now laced yours as she came closer and to kiss you hesitantly. The first kiss of many to come. "Emery Faye? You remembered?" Emily whispered against your lips and you nodded. "I couldn't forget Em, I just can't believe you are really here. I just want you safe."

Word count~ 1149

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x you #ssa emily prentiss #anon requested

[maria-of-the-waves]

Erjon of the Wind Island

Ok, I'm writing this at midnight and it's probably coming from my sleep-deprived mind, but here's an idea what I need to write down before I forget it ヽ(￣～￣　)ノ:

Well we all know that the Wind Island test was just an illusion unlike the SGT on Earth 2 and this is because the Sound of the Wind would not have enough power to create an entire alternate dimension based on anyone's worst fears of the challenger who is going to do it σ(￣、￣〃).

We also know that due to the curse Cale never tried to form bonds with Min Ah, So Hoon or the rest of Team 1 but they still cared about him and were just as loyal as any member of Cale's family ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ ).

Well, what if that were the case for the butler boy we see in the Wind Island test (ᓀ ᓀ)?

Let's say that he became very worried about his master after seeing him act in such a strange way and he decided to follow him because of that same concern ~(>_<~).

This only grew after seeing the way he spoke (or rather questioned) everyone he crossed, it got even worse after seeing him pick up a book that he already hated too much to even approach (｡•́︿•̀｡).

Well, he follows him from afar, not close enough to hear him but close enough to see him.

He watches everything that happens in Super Rock Villa and after he enters the top floor he gets very worried because he can't see it without giving himself away.

He hears the sound of a book hitting the floor and, alarmed, runs in only to see him "commit suicide" (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

He panics and while trying to stop him he accidentally falls out of the window with him, causing him to somehow reach the real world (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ.

Can you imagine his panic when he discovered that the world where he lived his entire life was nothing more than an illusion? That the monster that appeared in every horror story was real and was at its maximum power?

And that's not even counting the shock of trying to stop the suicide of a loved one and knowing that you're about to die only to wake up in a cave full of dead mana with a younger version of your lord ( : ౦ ‸ ౦ : ).

What's more, let's say that he cannot remember anything from before the moment the test began, there is not a single memory, only information full of holes that he knows is true until he no longer is, worse yet? He didn't even have a name! ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ)

Finding out all of that would give him an incredibly big identity crisis, the chaos of the destruction of Wind Island would definitely be worse with a preteen suffering from an identity crisis.

It's more thanks to him that everyone discovers that for an entire week Cale was trapped in an illusion of his worst fear and had to commit suicide to get out of it to get the flask and the whip (╥_╥)(they don't know that the flask could be obtained easily and Bud never tried to get him off the island so everyone thinks the test was to get the jar out and improve the Sound of the Wind ╮(￣_￣)╭)

Eruhaben will feel incredibly guilty and will probably drink the entire flask, not wanting Cale's sacrifice to be in vain.

Bud will be worse than in canon thinking it was all his fault.

The children of "x" years of age on average will be very overprotective.

Ron and Beacrox will be more lenient than usual with Cale and at the bottom will be our butler boy.

Still in crisis, he decides to follow our young master, not knowing any life apart from him, despite questioning whether his affection for him was just another part of the illusion (ಡ‸ಡ).

Cale upon finding out this tells him to do what he wants and that if he is going to accompany them he will need a name or alias ( ̅́ ◡ ̅́ )

And he (Cale) ends up choosing Erjon as his name, which is of Albanian origin and means "our wind" (of course, the latter only after at least two hours of discussion about whether Cale will give him his name or Erjon should choose it, It turns out that even in a more than traumatized state of mind they are both incredibly stubborn)

#tcf #lcf #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #tcf au #tcf novel #cale henituse #eruhaben #ancient powers #ron molan #beacrox molan #raon miru #ohn #hong #bud #wind island test #(〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

[dykenav]

Idk if anyone’s talked about this but I think part of the reason the story of The Last of Us is so compelling is because it isn’t just “father and daughter duo must survive against all odds”, it’s “traumatized man and teenage girl must choose to become father and daughter to each other to survive despite everything it is going to cost them.”

Like obviously there are many stories about survival, many stories about love, many stories about family, and even many stories about adoptive or chosen family. But I think its somewhat rare to find a story that is centered around the process of a single relationship falling into familial love, specifically parent/child love. Parental love is most often depicted and assumed to be automatic, biological and instinctual. It is not often depicted to be a choice. Similarly, a child’s love for a parent is often depicted as purely arising from selfish need rather than genuine connection.

And that’s not to say that Ellie and Joel’s love for each other is not selfish, needy, and instinctual - because it definitely has those elements - but it’s by no means obligatory. So many of us get raised by parents who we don’t feel like actually know or even like us, but still love us because we’re their children. And as children we might feel like we don’t really get our parents, but we still love them because they’re our parents. There’s no real intimacy.

It’s also not automatic. It takes time - first they resist each other, then they begrudgingly rely on each other, and then they have moments where they recognize parts of themselves in each other. Ellie being darkly fascinated and inspired by Joel’s violence and toughness because she longs to be able to protect herself like that. Joel being slowly thawed by Ellie’s feral joy and juvenile humor, reminding him of what it was like to be alive and excited by life, and being in immense pain at the realization of how much innocence she’s had to lose to survive because he’s lost so much of it in himself. There’s a deep understanding and intimacy that develops on both sides as a result, despite both of them being intimacy-phobic and horrible at talking about feelings. (There’s also of course the shared trauma, which aside from the strong bonds that creates in and of itself, at the very least gives them an excuse to have these moments of understanding without being overly mushy about it.)

The love that they feel for each other is also not just something that naturally develops - it emerges from a series of choices they make that have immense consequences. Joel making a promise to take Ellie to the fireflies for Tess as her dying wish, knowing he won’t back out because that promise is all he has left of her. Ellie shooting that guy to save Joel and Joel finishing the job so she doesn’t have to, leading to both of them opening up about the past violences they’ve committed. Joel giving Ellie a gun and teaching her how to shoot, in a way consenting to the loss of her innocence and knowing he won’t be able to stop himself from worrying about her nor will he be able to stop her from looking up to him. Her decision to bring up Sarah knowing it will hurt him, him hurting her in turn, almost leaving and then deciding to come back, to continue, knowing he’s way past the point of no return, that the doors of grief have been blown wide open and there’s no coming back from this. Ellie deciding to stay with him as he lays there dying, telling her to go, finding a fucking needle and thread to stitch him up with, having no idea what she’s doing, starving for food as she waits for him to get better, when it would have been so much safer to leave like he told her, going through all of that hell with David, Joel fighting for his life to get to her - every choice they make escalates them further and further into commitment and devotion. The consequences for that devotion get bigger and bigger, and yet they still choose it.

This of course culminates to Joel’s final choice at the end, which was not really a choice so much as the natural consequence of every other choice that led up to it. Not only the choices they made to keep each other alive, but also the choices that led to failures. Despite the fact that neither likely would have survived on their own, they’re also permanently changed by each other in ways that are not all positive. Joel knows that loving Ellie means running the risk of failing her, over and over again, just like he failed Sarah; and that to protect her means having to commit larger and larger acts of violence to keep her safe. Ellie knows that loving Joel means running the risk of being abandoned if he leaves or dies, and sticking with him means uncovering a violence in herself she will never be able to unsee. But they both still choose it anyway. They choose each other over and over again, without obligation, despite harrowing, soul-shattering, world-ending consequences. Is it healthy? Definitely not. But that’s what makes it so fucking powerful.

To see this level of insanity-fueling, logic-defying love depicted between a chosen parent/child relationship is extremely unconventional and incredibly alluring. I think it profoundly challenges the societal delusion that romantic love is stronger than anything else, while also challenging the supremacy of family defined by blood. It also shows that both the beautiful, healing, and dark, violence-ensuing sides of love do not emerge as part of some mysterious and random force, but rather results from the continual choice to save one another and be saved; to see one another and be seen; to know one another and be known.

#tlou #tlou hbo #tlou meta #the last of us #tlou analysis #the last of us meta #joel miller #ellie williams #tlou spoilers #joel and ellie

[aqua-memories]

I'm actually glad I didn't spend much money on Eldarya A New Era, because what kind of end was that? I'm not sure who is in charge of the story now but it's unbelievable how they kept thinking of ways to make people spend real money on such a shitty game making 0 effort (specifically the second part of the story). I was always trying to be positive about it, giving them the benefit of the doubt, waiting for it to get better and when i thought it was finally happening, they gave it a boring emotionless ending. I play the Nevra route, so you can imagine i've always been lowkey disappointed on how they developed the character and his relationship with Erika compared to other routes (like he was still a f*ckboy but only yours). Still, I was glad they gave Nevra an important role in ANE, highlighting his virtues as a leader and a friend, but something i will never forget is how they were so lazy to never touch the topic of Nevra basically treating Erika like a stranger when she came out of the crystal. Like yeah, I can imagine how traumatic it was for him, how hard it's been for so many years, he lost basically everyone he loved including her, I know he was actually there for her for a while when she was still "asleep" and of course i understand he had to "eat something" else, but none of these are enough reasons to just ignore the whole topic during the story. We could understand his extremely cold first reaction, but they perfectly could have got into that topic later like... he had a strong unique bond with Erika, they went trough hardships together, she sacrificed herself to save his world, he was in pain for a long time and had to continue with his life, but he loved her and missed her deeply. Even if he struggled at first because of how hard that process was in the past and how the news hit him in the present, he's showing feelings for her again (more likely those feelings never actually stopped), he worries about her, he likes her, he loves her, so WHY WOULD HE NEVER TALK ABOUT THEIR EARLY MESSY AND HURTFUL REUNION TO HER??? if he's so scared of letting his feelings flow again because he could lose someone again, why would he avoid to explain his side of the story to the person he trusted so much and didn't even hurt him or abandon him intentionally, so she can understand he's struggling but he is trying because he's actually interested??? and now this lazy ending, after such a traumatic experience (many difficult battles, risking their lives, losing their home and friends) he's just like "ah, i love you, do you want to live together?". If these people like money so much they could have extended the story for all routes and build something called "character development". I still treasure Nevra in my heart, but I feel like they left him incomplete, they made him dirty until the end.

#nevra #eldarya #eldarya new era #eldarya nevra