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everythingseasoning · 1 year

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How the AOT men love you (SFW & slight NSFW).. PT 1

MINORS: Please DNI. Further reading means you consent to reading everything here, though it's pretty vanilla tbh.

EREN - A bit rough around the edges regarding emotional intimacy. Don't get me wrong, he definitely will straight up tell you "I love you so much, y/n," -- he's not afraid of saying what he feels. However, because he isn't as reflective and insightful and calm as Armin is (Eren's a little more simple-minded), he isn't a guy who does fluffy stuff all the time. He's more about action and adventure -- always pulling you into the next great thing.

*NEEDS* you to be safe, and happy. He will only feel satisfied if you're doing okay. Man cares about you, more than anything else.

Oh .. oh, Eren is definitely very blunt, and stubborn. He sees things in his own way, and it's hard to convince him to back down on anything he's got his mind set to. However, the flip side of this, is that he is fiercely caring, and righteous. Will protect you at all costs, even for little things: Some as*hole at the grocery store cut you off in line and you almost fell to the ground? Eren has a hand on your back and waist, steadying you, before he storms up to the man with the DARKEST look of determined hatred. This man has ZERO chill. (and we love him for it).

You are the most important thing in the world to him. He loves you so intensely and passionately that you won't have a chance to ever doubt it.

Fluff 1) You and Eren like to go on walks/runs together. Sometimes you two have races. Eren always wins (the little b*tch--) or ends up slinging you across his shoulder while running, the biggest smile on both of your faces as you two enjoy the rush of being with each other, and life. Life with Eren is just so right, exciting, and full of good times.

Fluff 2) Just how many beautiful waterfalls have you seen with Eren? You've even hiked a purple-flower covered mountain with him! And you've both tried many wild fruits, from the strange oblong shaped ones to pretty yellow star shaped ones-- Usually you were the one to notice the fruit while Eren glanced giddily all around the forest canopy and ground. It was tradition that whenever you two discovered another fruit plant/tree, Eren opens up the Wild Fruits and Plants You Can Eat book, gifted to you by Armin ("So that Eren doesn't accidentally eat something poisonous.") Sometimes Eren is not as bouncy with energy when you two explore the world, and instead he will hold your hand as you two stroll casually, cuddling up on each other's warmth.

NSFW 1) Eren isn't afraid to just.. straight up ask you.. when he wants it. He will look you up and down, eyes full of hunger. "I want you. How 'bout you?" Whewwww. 😮‍💨

LEVI - ohh boy i have so much to say about this little dude...

Would go absolutely crazy and turn into a battle demon, if he saw the love of his life in danger. ...

If Levi somehow found the right somebody, and actually spent enough time with them to be in a relationship, he would NEED his partner to be safe. He will not risk losing you-- he won't. Not after Isabel and Farlan..not again. So if you're ever in danger, you will see an overpowered beast emerge from that man's body and soul.

Levi isn't the best at emotional intimacy, is very stiff when it comes to words of affirmation. He hadn't ever really thought about love. He never even thought he'd have the option to be safe physically, let alone be safe emotionally. --But when he does meet that person, they light up his life in ways that just stun him. They feel like a summer's glow. He will look 10 years younger with you by his side, will feel unprecedented relief whenever he goes back to you. Will scare all the cadets because he will have this stupid smile on his face whenever he sees you.

--But Levi is not used to being loved deeply. He wouldn't know what to DO with your love, and he'd definitely have trouble opening up and being vulnerable. Nonetheless, I do think he'd try; he has initiative to do well to you, and to give you everything he can give to you (starts off with him being your literal guardian demon, progresses into him becoming soft to you). It'd take time and effort for him to learn how to love you properly.

Fluff 1) In the beginning stages of your relationship, Levi would enjoy cleaning with you. He would find himself giving you commands to do more chores (with him).. because he -- wants to -- be with you -- so often??? (won't ever never admit this).

NSFW 1) Levi is a v*rgin. Yes. Yes he (most likely) is. He never met the right person before you, so he never had a chance/time to indulge in s*x. The first time you and Levi have s*x, Levi will have his mouth CLAMPED shut-- trying not to make a noise, trying to control his expressions of pleasure. You'll have to teach him/encourage him to just let go lol.

NSFW 2) Levi wanted to have s*x with you for so damn long cause he's soooo attracted to you, but he will not initiate it LOLLLL. He just doesn't know HOW to ask for that. You had to feel up on him and really let him know you wanted it (breathy whispers and requests), before he FINALLY took the reigns and pinned you against the wall, kissing you hard before taking you to the bedroom~~!!

Also, he's a fast learner. (Imagine with that what you will 🥵).

Fluff 3) & After you two finish, he will clean you up immediately. But after that he won't let you go. Will hold you in a hug for an eternity. Is addicted to your warmth and the love/care you two give to each other.

ARMIN - OH MY GOD NO BECAUSE - i'm so in love with this man - oKAYYY: Armin is a very thoughtful, perceptive, and practical lover. You would feel *so safe* around him, at ease, and like you can be your full self. He's very accepting.

Armin is also going to *look out for you.* He is insanely analytically accurate. He has a clear, reassuring, and gentle energy about him. You know that with Armin, you'll be protected from any new obstacle or harm's way.

You and Armin would see the world for fun. Armin is somebody who feels fascinated with exploring the world, and with learning. He'd probably want a partner who is brave. He'd probably want somebody whose actions or way of doing life, amaze him. He would be so f*cking blushy around you, stuttering and all, whenever you smile so brightly at him -- you're like the sun to him.

Armin *would die for you.* He practically died already, for Eren & the mission. Armin wouldn't hesitate to give himself up, because that's how deep and true his love is for you. (And you genuinely get mad at him for this... but neither of you will budge-- you'd both die for each other).

Fluff 1) You and Armin like to read together :'). Armin will have red blush dusted across his cheeks, and his eyes will be shining as he talks excitedly, imagining all the things the book talks about. You adore it.

Fluff 2) You tell Armin you had a rough day, and he will set up a bath for you. While you bathe in the dark with candles, Armin will be in the kitchen with stew or soup simmering on the stove, before he quietly leaves the house: He will personally scour the bookstore in order to find a book that he thinks will make you smile-- or a book you two will both enjoy reading together/discussing together. Literally this man is like light okay. When you come out from the shower he will be there with a fresh, steaming bowl of stew and a dessert he picked up from the store. You two will eat together and then read a book, cozily cuddling on the couch.. before things get s*xy.

NSFW 1) This man is a *PLEASURER* -- Everything will be gentle, but imbued with such strong love for YOU. Will worship your body. Armin will feel like the luckiest man alive. He sees all your goodness, admires you, and is huge on praising you. Also he moans a lot, even if it's just a soft one that escapes him. Not sorry.

NSFW 2) For my switches/d0ms: You care deeply for Armin, and you also want to see his face when he's a writhing mess-- Sometimes you'll tie him up, and he will... oh he will be so helpless and flustered. You will be giving him all the sensation and he will *love it so much.*

REINER - Somebody come get yo man TT!! Reiner is a f*cking sweet, really good guy. Would protect you and your children (if you have them)-- with EVERYTHING he has -- from difficult, unfair situations (like what he was put through). But, Reiner also probably would want somebody who is strong, because strength means you can protect yourself, and change the world -- Strength is a necessary trait for survival, and he is attracted towards people who are able to stay efficient and alive.

Reiner wants a morally beautiful/morally pure hearted partner. Definitely wants a good person (I mean... Him and Historia in Season, what was is, 2? --speaks for itself). AND I MEANNN Reiner has such a soft heart-- he literally cracked psychologically because he couldn't handle the trauma of being a double agent in a cruel world-- so his pure heart seeks out another pure heart <3

Reiner would ADORE relaxation time with you! He wants the soft fluff, and the soulful moments, like laying together under the stars-- being safe, peaceful, *free.* Reiner has had the burden of war and the Armored Titan like a boulder on his shoulders for ... as long as he can remember. When you're both cozied up together, hands interlaced under the big night sky, Reiner's heart will have bursted and melted all throughout his body. He hasn't ever felt freedom before-- until you. (don't mind me f*cking sobbing right now. he deserves the world!!)

Fluff 1) You and Reiner sometimes do typical, fluffy couple stuff, like go to parks and have picnics, or going to the aquarium, or baking together. Reiner loves the domestic life with you, and you will always catch him gazing dreamily at you, as if he's not sure you're really his. Are you actually right there in front of him? How did he get this lucky? ..Man short circuits a lot around you.

Will definitely be so caught up in his smittenness for you that when you drop the bread dough on the ground and start getting upset/sad, he will just be staring at you like o// //o, not even realizing what happened.

NSFW: I honestly haven't thought about this but I will update this post when I do have some accurate guess on what Reiner in the bedroom is like-- (you can comment if you wanna be tagged for when I do finish this post/ make part two)

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hawkins-losers · 2 years

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Head first, fearless | Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: When Steve is pulled underwater by something coming from the underwater gate, you don’t hesitate and jump in

Word count: 0.9k

Request: i would love to read 8 + 46 from the prompts list w steve harrington x reader, haven't seen as many steve fics as I'd like yet haha (8. running fingers through your lover's hair + 46. a swirling reunion kiss)

A/N: I posted this last night in another format, but it didn’t show in the tag so I’m posting it again

** keep sending numbers from this list

Water gushed loudly as Steve emerged to the surface, spooking everyone. Splashes of water hit you as relief washing over you. He was okay.

‘’I found it,’’ he said, out of breath.

He might be one of the best swimmers of Hawkins, holding your breath one minute and half underwater was still hard on the body.

‘’You found it?’’ you repeated.

Steve nodded. ‘’I found it. Yeah. I found it.’’

He swam up to the edge of the boat and grabbed the wooden gunwale.

‘’It’s pretty wild,’’ he explained, keeping his sentences short as he tried to catch his breath. ‘’It’s more a snack-size gate than the mama gate, but still pretty damn big-’’

His sentence was cut short as something pulled him from under, making you all scream.

‘’Steve!’’

You rushed to the edge of the boat, making it swish in your wake, and tried to look through the water as your life transformed into a real-life horror movie scene. For safety measure, Eddie grabbed your arm to make sure you wouldn’t fall over and get pulled under too. One person down was already too much.

‘’Y/N, what happened?’’ Robin asked, just as scared and confused and panicked as you and Eddie were.

You wish you had an answer for her, but you were just as clueless. What you knew was that Steve had been pulled under and likely through the gate. He could be in danger, deadly danger - who knows what’s on the other side of the gate -, and for that reason alone, you looked over your shoulder at Eddie. ‘’Let go of me.’’

He did, but regretted immediately, realizing what you were about to do.

‘’Wait, wait, wait!’’ Eddie said, trying to stop you. ‘’You’re not going in there, are you?’’

‘‘If the person you loved would’ve gotten pulled underwater by god knows what, you would’ve done the same.’‘

You didn’t wait for Eddie’s response, and jumped.

Upon arrival on the other side of the gate, your ears were blessed with the sound of creatures chittering mixed with thunder. It was almost ear-deafening level with Tammy Thompson’s singing.

You had never been to the Upside Down, but its ambiance had the vibe of a red-lit storm without the rain - and with lots of black vines and other deadly creatures.

You were quick to spot the boy you were looking for, on the ground, screaming in struggle and pain while trying to fight off these supernatural bat-like creatures latching onto him, biting and choking him.

Your jaw clenched and you took a look around, looking for a weapon or something to fight these creatures. They weren’t going to get him without a fight. You grabbed an abandoned paddle from a boat that must've been swallowed by the gate and went to Steve's help.

He was surprised, but very happy to see you coming to his rescue.

Hand clenched around the wood, you began smashing the creature’s head with the broken paddle to get it to loosen its hold on Steve’s neck. ‘’Not my boyfriend, you bitch!’’

Everyone seemed to have followed you because Robin and Eddie appeared by your sides in reinforcement, holding paddles too and bashing at the creatures.

Robin stepped on the bat’s tail while you hit its head, making it scream. At Steve’s feet, Eddie was swinging at them baseball-style. It was great teamwork.

While you were focussed on getting the creature off of Steve, one of them latched itself onto your back, biting and feeding on you. You let out a scream at the bite’s pain, catching Robin’s attention.

‘’Y/N!’’ Robin called, abandoning her position to help get the bat off of you.

On the ground, Steve was left to himself. He wanted to help you, but he had to free himself first.

The next twenty seconds were a blur as you let go of the paddle, the pain of the creature feeding on you becoming too much for you to keep helping your boyfriend. Robin pulled at the bat’s tail, trying to get it off.

Steve’s survival instinct kicked in and he bit the creature, which made it loosen its hold enough to free himself of its hold. He grabbed the bat by its tail and stood, then smashed it on the ground repeatedly and with full force and anger - and adrenaline - killing it in the end by tearing it in half.

Once the creatures were all dead, that it was over - at least, for now -, you ran up to the boy you had jumped in for.

‘’Steve! Steve, are you okay?’’

Although he was standing and seemed to be alright, you needed his words of confirmation.

‘’Well, they took about a pound of flesh.’’ Steve paused, gasping for air. ‘’Other than that, never better.’’ He spat out the blood he got in his mouth from biting the creature, grimacing in disgust. Vampirism was not his thing.

You grabbed his shoulder and studied the extent of the injuries. He had a red and yellow-ish bruise around his neck from the creature strangling him and a nasty gash on his right side where the bat fed on him the most.

‘’Okay, let’s never do that again,’’ Eddie said, not used to the supernatural shit. At least, not in real life.

‘’Do you guys think these bats have rabies? Because if they do, once they bit you, you’re already dead-’’

Robin’s voice was drowned as you grabbed Steve’s face and kissed him hard, forgetting about him biting a bat and spitting its blood out less than a minute ago. He was there, and he was okay. That’s all that mattered to you.

Your hands shifted from his face to the back of his neck, fingers running through his hair and wrapping your arms around it as you felt his wrap around you, just as relieved to finally see you, touch you and hold you.

Steve didn’t say it out loud, but when the vine grabbed him by the foot and pulled him underwater, he thought he’d never see you - or anyone - again.

The angle was causing a straining pain in his side and he was probably getting blood on your shirt, but you didn’t care at this point.

‘’Never jump in a lake again, Harrington, you hear me?’’

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve stranger things #joe keery #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things s4

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cowboyjen68 · 6 months

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just wanted to say how happy it makes me to see an older butch living your best life out in the Midwest! I've lived here my whole life and I've always wanted to keep a modest little farm out in the country but I've been too scared to being queer. but seeing you and your critters having a wonderful life fills me with so much hope and happiness. have a lovely day / evening / night, Jen!

I did not choose where I lived carefully. My girlfriend at the time saw the house, loved the house, decided we could afford the house annnd suddenly, we owned a house with 6 acres. She left 6 months later.

It just so happens we got (I got) lucky. We are a short commute to larger cities, the county is rural but spread out and populated with people who work in larger and cities or own local small businesses that employ the local citizens.

My advice is find and area with a doable commute to a larger city because jobs are easier to find, more resources tend to be available and people are less isolated. Make sure wifi, clean water, propane for heating and electrical is readily available on a stable grid, healthy well.

Make sure your fences are well build and your neighbor is not an obvious ass hole. (messy, dogs, livestock or kids running wild). If there is a junk yard in the yard next door or broken fences, run down house and barn, take a pass and keep looking. Age is one thing, clear neglect of his property is a good glance into how he might behave. And if it is close by, those conditions can affect your home and yard. Think rats, fleas, dangerous dogs, sick cats infecting yours or kids getting into things.

Living on gravel is cheaper because suburbanites want hard surface. I am one mile from a highway giving me privacy but that small stretch of gravel made my home more affordable, less affected by traffic (except during harvest) and pretty easy to navigate except in the worst of snow storms.

It is completely possible to be a visible lesbian in a rural setting but learning about the locals and the political climate can help. Don't wait for the perfect plot of land, just one you fall in love with and can afford, then make it your home.

One last piece of advice. If your girlfriend finds a baby goat (or 2) and the guy selling them says they live 4 or 5 years he is lying and try to get her away from them ASAP. :)

#lesbian #rural life #advice #acreage #owning land

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raviosrupees · 1 year

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LINKED UNIVERSE ZOMBIESS

woooft hey friends, its been a while but LU never left my brain or my heart and i stumbled across a very interesting idea

Zombie Apocalypse AU for Linked Universe.

It could either be modern world or in their world, personally I like the modern world, it offers a lot of interesting tropes.

So minor CW for mention of hospitals, zombies, potential gore, guns and violence, all the stuff that comes with zombie apocalypses, ya know? :P

Hyrule I see being one of the ones closest to the outbreak when it happens, so he's been in survival mode for a while. He's eating anything edible he comes across. Old moldy fruit, dog kibble and water still in toilets are all on his menu. He never stays in any area for long, and often travels through the wilderness from town to town. Extremely skittish, doesn't trust anyone.

Wild woke up in a hospital after being in a coma for a while, and was just completely out of it, barely remembers a thing, and wakes up in a completely empty hospital. Since he basically had no real recovery period, he just goes absolutely feral from day one. Has secret worries he's actually a zombie.

Time works an office job, and has been beaten down with the stresses of modern life for a while now, and as soon as the outbreak happened he left work and headed to his nephews ranch out in Ordon. He feels a bit guilty for relishing in the freedom of it all, how he doesnt have to go to work everyday. Exhausted from trying to keep all these kids alive.

Twilight is out in the middle of nowhere, on his ranch, and wouldn't have even known there was an apocalypse until his uncle came over. Generally completely at peace with the whole thing, with some concern for loved ones, but passive. Until dem blasted zombers went for his goats. Adopts all the stray pets that no longer had homes and takes care of them. Has a full backup generator.

Sky seems like just a silly guy who bumbled his way to safety. Really good at helping the others open up and talk through their issues. When it comes to hand to hand combat though he takes the zombies down easily, and always comes through without a scratch. He's the guy that you'd think would be harmless but is actually a beast. Can tell when danger is coming by reading the signals wild birds give.

Four is an exhausted mechanic, the voice of reason, and is very excited to get to use their skills for more interesting things, ie. hotwiring cars, making bullets, and the creation and repair of other such weapons. Hard to keep track of, has a tendency to disappear and reappear like nothing happened.

Legend is a full on apocalypse prepper. There is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. His uncle was also a knight/military man, so I think of Legend as a kind of begrudging army brat. He's got the full army bunker with floor to ceiling shelves of medicine, canned food, water bottles, and likely a lot of firearms. Legend strikes me as pretty trigger happy, he's also super paranoid and doesn't really want to share with anyone. Has to be coaxed out of his super secure storm cellar. More scared of losing anyone he tries to protect that anything. Give us more redneck conspiracy theorist comic relief legend.

Warriors is a former military man who lost his squadron in the outbreak and now will do anything to keep his new family alive. He joined military school really young, and it kind of messed him up because it hadn't been what he wanted, so he's really protective of Wind. Always feels insanely bad about killing the zombies, because he still sees them as people.

Wind is a feral child, who said fuck middle school and all this, stole some knives and set off. He's hell bent on finding his sister who ended up at one of the refugee camps. Really good at swiping stuff off other people. Doesn't trust anyone besides War. Helps Legend makes maps of the areas around them, devises neat traps to kill zombies. Surprisingly cold blooded when fighting.

BONUS: They find Ravio after they found themselves in need of supplies and Legend is like, "I know a guy" and takes them to an outpost sort of place where Ravio has a little shop tent set up. Super sleazy, salesman chatting them up for a couple extra caps. Legend is really good at bargaining.

#linked universe #zombie au #sky is a sweetie #and kind of scary #should i write this?#linked universe time #linked universe twilight #linked universe wind #ravio writes <3 #linked universe wild #linked universe hyrule #linked universe warriors #linked universe four #linked universe sky #linked universe ravio #zombie apocalypse linked universe #linked universe legend

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ramblingoak · 8 months

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Hello Oak!!

I’m writing to you because like many others I absolutely DEVOURED the existing parts of The Cardinal’s Bride last night. I loved it so so much and I’m very excited to read The Morningstar as well. Your construction of the Wild West world, diff. dynamics between Ghouls, the buildup for the reader and The Cardinal - ETHEL AND HAROLD??? Etc spark so much imagination and joy.

I wanted to really show my appreciation in some way, bc I have craved good escapism and this really helped me out amid weird moods and stuff irl… so these are my fav line(s)/moment(s) from every Chapter (spoilers) w/ my silly lil reactions …..

-// < 33 @copium-copia

Chapter One: Heading West

“You snuck a peak back at the two women and glanced briefly out to the street before pulling the poster off the window. It seemed such a silly thing to do, but you figured if you were being forced to marry a boring bank owner like Mr. Saltarian you should allow yourself a small thrill. Something to look at when lying alone in the dark in your new home.”

Omg omg omg yess I’m keeping the poster !! this surely won’t lead to consequences : )))

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Chapter Two: La Principessa

“She should be scared, she’s marrying fucking Saltarian.” Ooo storm’s brewing !!! Anyone else get a lil hot under the collar at Cardi Copia’s mere mention of Saltarian this way ??

Satan’s Dick !

Hehehe Ciaooo Cardinal🥰….. “Mi scusi Principessa, are you looking to collect the bounty?”

YES READER GET HIS ASS/NOSE

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Chapter Three: Promises “But…you have been whispering for me at night” ummmmmmm - /pos

“She’s not fucking riding with you Swiss.” ummmmmmmmm !!!! no I’m not hehe you’re so right, Cardinal

SUNSHINE MOMENT + Sunshine’s perspective on CHOICE YES PLEASE

“Clearly it meant a lot to you, so I wanted to replace it.” my face 🤭!

Okie dokie!!!

Brizio my beloved

“Faster, eh? Good idea, Principessa!” - what if I swoon -

His hands agh his hands, p leas ,e ________

Chapter Four: There’s Something about Mary

YESSSS I love to justify my hatred and apathy for Saltarian yess

“There are plenty of pretty girls in the world, Mr. Goore, I don’t plan on wasting my time mourning this one.” cold as fuck ??? /pos

“You pregnant, Sweet Cheeks?” // “Excuse me?” Your indignant question was nearly drowned out by The Cardinal’s sudden laughter. You shoved your elbow back into his gut and he groaned before muttering ‘sorry’ into your ear. hehehe

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Chapter Five: Copia

Aether & Sunshine bickering hehe

“Sunshine, stop giving her knives!” 😂

GET THEIR ASS READERRRRRR

Copia/Reader Reunion 🥲

“We’ll have to find some time for that, eh?” gahhhh

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Chapter Six: The Newlywed Game

“Si, si fine. You’re very dangerous. Now pay attention.” 😊

“I’m helping love blossom here, Mountain. Take some notes.” SUNSHINE I LOVE YOU

“Cowboys were strange.” :))

“Oh you are trouble, Mr. Emeritus.” !!!!

He was blushing. YESSS BOYYYY

“Maybe you start dreaming about me, eh? Maybe your hands start wandering…” shhhhhhh

“Copia had snuck up right behind you so when you turned around you nearly smacked into his chest.” Ooooooooooooooooooo

Copia didn’t say a word, he just moved his hands to your waist and then lifted you onto the dresser. STAYFUCKINGCALM.jpg

“I have a reputation to uphold Principessa.” ✨

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Chapter Seven: The Ministry

tumblr user @ramblingoak you are simply too damn CLEVER

I just. This is… my favorite chapter? They’re all my favorite chapter. But the whole concept is so cohesive and the characterization is so specific and I can see the scenes in my mind??

“I do and if you could bring yourself to give a shit about anything but getting your dick wet you should too.” it’s funny, it’s in-character, it crystallizes this relationship, I’m ??

Copia kissed with his whole body. Ehehehe…

“Copia! These are clean sheets keep him away.” / “Ai, Brizio is clean.” Cope is not here for the #BrizioDisrespect

More hair was hanging down and you couldn't help but hesitantly reach out to brush it back just like he did to your own hair. / “Go to sleep, Principessa.” / You jumped at the sound of his voice, jerking your arm back and shoving it under the covers.

Before he could answer the door to his office burst open, Mist quickly striding in. The look on her face was one Secondo hadn’t seen for nearly 10 years. OH SHIT OH FUCK

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Chapter Eight: Playing House

Th.e.. The whole chapter. .

Dewdrop flinched when Ethel pushed the end of the barrel closer to him./ “Nothing! Unholy shit, your barn is fine!” / hehehe

The ROSARY WHAT IF I SOB

“Do you remember this morning, Principessa? When you said I could touch you?”

“I’ve been thinking about touching you here all day.” OAAAAAKK

“Because it’s getting harder for me to stop.” BOY

“Did you rub your clit like this? Is this what you like?” gaaaaaaaaaa

Every time you tried to reach for him he’d gently press you back down into the bed. “Soon, Principessa. Soon, I promise you.”

“So this is what you do when I leave, eh?” oop. Maybe .😳

“Ciao, Principessa.” Copia turned towards you and gave you a lazy grin. “Cat got your tongue?” king shit

“Mr. Emeritus put a shirt on!” HEHE

The doggy hair shake so cute I SWOON

“Tsk, so many buttons. I’m not sure I like this skirt.”

“What can I…Copia what should I do?” / “Just touch me, it won’t take much.” GAH

Copia twitched and hissed when you lightly nipped the skin under his jaw. “Ok, ok fine. You’re developing some bad habits, Principessa.” PLEASE why isn’t he REAL

You squealed and kissed Copia on the cheek, blushing a bit when you realized you’d done that in front of the others. Ehehehe yayyy

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I really hope this is amusing for you rather than annoying ---- thanku so much for putting so much time and effort into this fic. It's been not-so-easy being human lately, and you made my night much brighter !!

um again I'm @copium-copia if you wanna be ghesties or anything

It's not annoying at all!! Oh my gosh, you are so sweet 😭

I appreciate you taking the time to find your favorite parts. I appreciate you taking the time to READ my story to begin with. I'm so glad you are enjoying it and I hope you continue to do so! You're the best, thank you sooooo much 💙

#message box #crying in front of my laptop nothing to see here #the cardinal's bride #thank you again you're amazing

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siriannatan · 1 year

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Witch's Captain - Convex (CubScar) Pirate!AU

I felt terrible the whole day and then I saw This art by @virtual-paint

AO3

Good Times, the most feared pirate ship in the seven seas. Just the mere sight of its flag had ships attempt a futile escape just to be pillaged and sunk by the cheerful crew. There were many myths surrounding the ship, its crew and, of course, Captain Scar himself. Deadly with a bow and a wielder of wild magic. Known for stuffing survivors of his attacks into small boats and shooting them himself as they tried to row to the nearest islands. Some said he's part siren due to his devilishly good looks. Others that he sold his soul to the devil for power. His ears told a tale of a sad kid from the slims, laughed off for his half-elven blood and desperately trying to become something more. Terribly enough to sign a deal with a rather dangerous being.

Sea Witch was a myth. A legend told to children to scare them from playing near the docs and make fun of new sailors. A shanty sang about them in taverns, deep in the night when everyone was a bit too drunk to care about possible consequences. But Scar knew different. He knew Cub was more than real... He was the very ocean gently swaying his ship where it was docked by the Skull Island - save heaven for pirates and all other scoundrels. Cub made Scar who he was now and all he had to do was run little errands here and there and... be Cub's once he could no longer sail. Scar was not quite sure what that meant but he had nothing to lose when he agreed. And of course, Cub occasionally visited Scar in his quarters deep in the night when most of the crew was asleep and Scar stayed up charting their next adventure.

Or, like tonight, when Good Times was docked and all the crew out in the town having fun, drinking and gambling away their pay. The ship was kept safe with Scar's magic and reputation as a ruthless pirate captain.

Scar always missed the exact moment Cub showed up. He never made any noise and knowing him he might have been there for a long time. Staring at him until he got bored of that and decided he wanted Scar to amuse him properly. Opening the window to let in the breeze. Scar always got tense for just a second when the glass rattled as it slammed open. He knew it was Cub but he stayed silent as a pair of cold, clammy hands rested on his shoulders, just for a second before they started to slip forward and under Scar's wide-open shirt, sending shivers up and down his spine.

"Working hard again, captain~?" cub hummed in his ear, drawing out the last word longer than necessary. "Planning another long adventure? Gathering stories for me?" the witch carried on talking, glancing at the map Scar has been hunched over for most of the evening.

"It can wait if you need me for anything," Scar shrugged, putting his quill away and closing the bottle of ink. He made the mistake of trying to work when Cub visited once. The next journey after that was filled with storms and sea monsters mess. He swore to himself never to annoy Cub if he could.

Cub was silent for a while. "No, there's nothing I need now, maybe other than you having a rest for a change," he said and pulled Scar away from his covered with maps and notes desk and towards the bed. Dropping his favourite coat down to the floor and giggled as Scar bit down any complaint he might have had about it. It was just a coat, he could get more. Cub was much harder to please.

"It's fine..." Scar assured as Cub pushed him to the bed.

"Of course it is, I'm here and not tormenting those two navy captains who think they can capture my chosen captain," Cub scoffed as he joined Scar on the bed. "Tell me about your latest adventure?" he asked settling up close to Scar.

He was as ever pretty and fickle as the ocean but Scar has never regretted accepting his deal. Even when he was plagued by bad weather after flirting his way out of Grian and Mumbo's clutches. "Okay, so it all started..." Scar started and Cub hummed an encouragement as the heavy fog set around the whole island.

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owlbloop · 2 years

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My personal tdp episode predictions

To be clear I haven't read the dragon prince books though I know the basics of through the moon

Fallen stars: The initial lore drop on the star people's. Maybe a punny parrelel continuation between both Callum and Viren, our falling off cliff boys, also Callum literally being involved with the sky arcanam

Breathtaking: ...So, Callum and Rayla have almost suffocated or drowned how many times? I feel like we'll get a fairly early raylum reunion here, probably tense and angsty with aNoThEr suffocation/watety danger near death experience to get Callum and Rayla not about to smack each other (Maybe sky magic taking? Callum casts with breath? Potential helplessness angst? Metaphor???)

Through the looking glass: Illusions/weird Alice Wonder and the mirror?? More moon nexus stuff?? Callum telling Rayla about the mirror he found? Tension from the previous episode? Probably rallum and ClaudiaxTerry parrelels. Maybe Claudia starting to question her dad. Illusion magic and the idea of not being able to trust your eyes combined with Alice and wonderland???

The great gates: Return to xaidia? Temple or ruins stuff?? Investigating some palace??? I have no idea. Probably a turning point episode

The drakewood: Dragons. Definitely dragons. Maybe Terry lore? Randomly feeling like some fight with happen this ep in some main character dynamic. It's making me think back to when Soren got paralyzed? Curious about what'll happen when Claudia has all white hair. Maybe will involve trickery or hallucination magic, maybe the idea of rebirth again

(Flashbacks to when Callum misused dark magic)(Funny how as Claudia goes darker her hair has gotten whiter(also as protecting people result), gives me yin yang vibes)

Beneath the surface: Something to do with the life blooms and through the moon. I'm realizing how many of these titles are about borders/falling or possibly about them(Rebirthday, a rebeginning, change to next 'phase' of a person's life. Fallen stars, falling away from something, leaving some place. Breathtaking, if my theory holds. Through the looking glass, through to the other side of the mirror. The great gates, well gates, crossing some border. Beneath the surface, self explanatory. King of fire makes me think volcanoes, cracks in the crust. Escape from Umber tor, leaving the up high and shadows. Scares me for Callum with so much anti sky stuff.)

It's interesting to me that Rayla is so scared of water and the amount of drowning imagery in series when combined with how the life blooms work

Wild semi crack threory, reminds me of book of destiny being followed by breathe. I mean so does breath taking. Claudia??????????

Maybe return of runan

Rex igneous: None of Callum's dragon experiences have gone very well on screen. Maybe the queen of dragons went debatedly okay if traumatizingly. Rex igneous/Sol regum(Now I'm thinking about fallen stars again). The last fire king really didn't go well, mainly because of Callum's previous use of dark magic. The names feel very parrelel. If it's the earth dragon than a king of fire and earth seems very reverse of Callum being an assistant of sky and storm. I doubt Rallum will be left out when sun king/crown has its two years later be fire king/escape castle

Probably going to have ClaudiaxTerry, Ezra and zym, RaylaxCallum be put together after (Rallum and ezra)getting split at some point. Callum does need to work on his anxiety about protecting his brother which would be hard to play with his brother right there

I'm guessing everyone realizes they've been played

Maybe with Rayla and Terry we'll get some not so perfect xaidia?? It's been pretty one sided so far and it's generally a writing rule to switch things up after number three

Escape From Umber Tor: Callum probably will resolve an identity arc involving magic, it can either go with him more fully accepting his role or by rejecting it, up or down, you can escape a tower either way when you have wings. It'd be interesting if Callum got out via the top and Claudia through the bottom, with Callum escaping through magic(Still waiting for that freedom symbolism stuff to get to it's point) and wings, while Claudia escapes by going away from the stars(Viren, avaaros, her father's ambition) and the influence of dark magic(that bleaches her). Either way I think Claudia and Callum's greif with directly contrast and parrelel them both, would bookend Rebirthday's ending well

I can see shadows being bad for celestial associated characters (Claudia, maybe Soren, Rayla, maybe Callum, Viren, avaaros, zym)

Random as frick theory because I don't actually have many genuine theories for the finale besides they ain't defeating avaaros yet(or he serves as a transition figure to the big bad for the rest of the series)

Corvus, raven boy, magic smart dark creatures, he help with the tower situation

Miscellaneous theories:

I wanna see Claudia get an arcanum as I'm sure you can tell. Moon arcanum I could see? Interesting Rayla parrellel? But probably no. Sky arcanum? Not impossible, but boring repetitive choice here. The sky arcanam is powered by intense emotions like greif, can heal/purify/banish decay, would make a good Rayla parrellel, double sided and complicated, associated with truth instead of deception like moon and makes me think back to Rayla and Claudia's interactions with Callum at the Nexus, would be funny to see star guy get bashed by xaidia's star, in trailer uses things like lightning and gets backlit by the sun when with Terry, and would be a good break away from "dark" magic. I don't see earth and Terry also being earth would make it a bit boring, if sun is it then it would make sense to parrelel terry/Claudia with the dragons. Ocean is unlikely. Star is probably not gonna happen but maybe could explain the interest of aravoss. So yeah, if Claudia gets an arcanum I'm putting my bets in sun

I'm projecting therapy for Callum or at least another moon lady talk. I'm guessing this will end up being keep bottling up til you snap or shatter, and have to put yourself back together again. I can see Ezra trying to coax him to open up and it not really working. He's been through a lot of lies, betrayal, and almost dying, lost his father when he still hadn't moved past his mother's death, and spent over two years not knowing if Rayla was alive, it won't be easy for him to open up about all of that

I don't like stella. The design freaks me out. I don't trust the star monkey until ezran gives the okay. Someone needs to explain why Ezran can talk to animals.

Terry is not the world's most stable person if the credit drawings are worth going by

The shadow tower will almost undoubtedly be the prison for storing creatures of light

I'm guessing our star elf will be sympathetic, even if we still hate his actions

Corvus x Soren???????? Maybe???????????

#theories #tdp #tdp spoilers #tdp theory #the dragon prince #soren #corvus #Claudia #Viren #speculation #Rayla #Ezran #Callum #dragon prince #zym

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Delilah Five - Ep. Eight

Trigger Warnings: Severe illness (described), violence (against zombies, pictured, described), blood (pictured, described).

January 22, 20XX

Tamah is sick. Like, really sick. She can’t stop coughing (I can hear it from the kitchen!) and her fever got really high. We checked her over for bites again—absolutely none. We don’t have to worry about evil zombie Tamah, just really-sick-with-what-Hossannah-thinks-is-pneumonia-Tamah. Hossannah has tried all manner of home cures and practically tore up the house looking for medicines stronger than ibuprofen. We don’t have any. When we went to check on her earlier, she was curled up in bed and mumbling to herself. She's been sick since, shoot, I think the nineteenth? She's had a fever that whole time, but it was REALLY bad this morning. Hossannah told me that if hospitals were still operational, we'd be rushing Tamah there.

I had to go out with Hossannah to look for medicines. Specifically antibiotics. Theodora decided to stay home and look after Tamah, since she was pretty delirious when we left. She seems to be doing a little better now, but her fever spiked again. Besides, Theo is still recovering after her burns. Hossannah was worried about Theodora while we scavenged for medicine. (I think they were friends before this whole thing, because they seem really close.)

Hossannah knew of an abandoned clinic that used to have a pharmacy, so we started there. We left not even like ten minutes after we realized just how sick Tamah was. Is.

There weren't any zombies on the way to the clinic. I had my fixed up radio to listen to the storm trackers and zom alerts. The lady on the radio, she said her name was Rebekah, said that there really weren't many zombies nearby. Not to mention the massive snowstorm that was pounding New Willow Creek. The weather was only going to get worse from here, she said.

The clinic was surrounded by wild chickens and feral dogs. They looked cold, scared. I had some crackers in my pocket, so I fed them what I had. I hope they’re doing okay. If the circumstances weren’t so dire (and I knew how to spot rabies) I would’ve tried to haul some back to base.

The clinic itself was old and peeling. There were holes in the walls. The bottom-most floor, which used to have glass walls apparently, was completely blown out and supported by nothing but beams. Once we were in, we could see the outside. It was really weird.

This meant that we could see the zombies. TONS of them. Doctor zombies, nurse zombies, patient zombies. It was... hard to look at to say the least. I don't even think these people came to the hospital because they had the zombie virus. One of the zombies looked heavily pregnant (how that works, shoot, don't ask me). Another one had its leg in a cast. Another one had an arm bent all out of shape, whether that happened before or after infection is beyond me.

I didn't want to go in. My heart was racing and I thought I would throw up. Hossannah didn't look so happy either. She had a gun, a gift from her father she told me once. She shot the first zombie, a doctor, point blank in the stomach. It was the first time I've actually ever seen her shoot a zombie. Or anything, for that matter. Tamah obviously kills lots of zombies, and I've seen Theodora shoot zombies and wild birds with a single bullet. But never Hossannah. She didn't say anything while she did it. It was just how it is.

It was easier killing zombies that I haven't seen as a human first, I guess. I shot a doctor and the zombie with the mangled arm. I don't really remember much of it, honestly. I just pulled the trigger and I wasn't in danger anymore.

We had finally cleared the way to get to the pharmacy. The stairs to the second and third floors were broken and looked.. unsafe to be honest. We got really lucky that the pharmacy was on the first floor. It was surprisingly untouched! Hossannah told me on the way home that because of the high zombie concentration, most people went to raid other pharmacies instead. Safer pharmacies. Some of the medicines were expired. We grabbed whatever antibiotics we could find (little orange bottles, a green beaker lookin thing, small jars of medicine). Then, we filled our bags with any other medicine we could carry. I just ran my hand along the shelf and swiped everything into my bag. Hossannah was happy to find some burn cream for Theodora.

The way home was largely uneventful. It was really cold, and it was hard to see. The winds got really bad, and the snowstorm had turned into a blizzard. Rebekah on the radio talked about hypothermia care, which felt equally useful and insulting.

When we got home, Tamah was asleep. We took her temperature, and it was really high. Like, 103 high. We forced her to take the medicine we found. An hour later, her temperature went down by a lot. She's still coughing and weak, but Hossannah thinks she's going to be okay. I hope she's okay.

Now that things have calmed down, and I'm writing all this out, I can't really stop thinking about the zombies again. I wonder what their lives were like when they were alive. If they had stayed that way, maybe. The doctors could've cured the virus, maybe. Eh, probably not. But they'd go home and be with their families. The pregnant-lookin zombie would have her baby, the injured zombies would heal.

I wish things could've been different.

I'm going to go milk the cows. If I don't think, I can feel better.

Signed,

Ruth Givens.

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Hey Prof! I know you're against people capturing legendaries, but what do you do when one adopts you?

I've had a pretty stubborn Latias take roost in my garden recently, which surprised the heck out of me because I mostly raise succulents and cati and the like. She'll zoom off during the day, but sure as sundown she's back with the first evening stars and trilling up a storm.

I've been doing my best to keep her presence here a secret to protect her, but I do worry someone will catch on and try to poach the little gal. And even if I do have a Nidoking, he's an old lad who's been with me since my gym circuit days in Johto and not up for big battles anymore. PS. I think you'd love to know I think I've found an aloe variant of oddish! That or the little imp somehow grafted one of my prized plants onto their head somehow!

I mean, there’s nothing anyone can do about a Pokemon becoming attached to you, other than scaring it off, which is unkind but sometimes the only true option to save them. Shouldn’t have to happen if you’re careful. I would strongly advise never using a pokeball to catch them. should an emergency situation occur, and you have to use one, then it’s time for that Pokemon to relocate. The location and species will be logged automatically in the data collection system, so that location will eventually be looked over by hunters who have mined the data to catch rare or strong Pokemon.

I’d certainly keep quiet about it, but legendaries are said to choose only worthy humans to interact with, so take their presence as a compliment. It does however carry the heavy burden of protecting them. If you feel you’ve noticed unusual noises, Pokemon being displaced locally, travellers turning up more frequently, or more reports of stolen Pokemon, then perhaps it’d be a nice time for you all to go on a camping trip or something for a few days? Not everyone can do this, so discussing the dangers of other humans with the Pokemon in question here is wise. They are said to be quite intelligent, and emotionally complex, so you should be able to plan a secret getaway point to rally at, far enough from your home that you’d be safe from any shifty hunters. Setting up “hideouts” in several locations, that the Pokemon shifts between, would be ideal, but they may not want to do that, seems like they may be over attached a bit.

This is exactly why I don’t mess with legendaries. They are very complex and powerful to handle, but not always so wise to dangers. You have no choice, and I’m glad you’ve not caught it, but be very cautious, and very safe. Some motion sensing lights may aid in alerting you to people skulking about. Maybe security? Alarms, or some kind of Pokemon on guard. See if the Latias knows any other strong wild Pokemon, or enough low level Pokemon who like them, and if they could be bartered with to secure the area a bit more. I think that’s what I’d do. See if other species could be persuaded to aid you in keeping the Pokemon safe. Many will sense the sheer power and importance of its presence, and feel a need to keep that safe too.

It was wise of you to not disclose your location in the message, for their safety. Good luck, stay alert!

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Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E131 (March 30, 2021)

Tonight’s guests are Liam O’Brien and Sam Riegel!

Brian points out that a lot of Caleb’s greatest fears have come to pass. Liam: “It’s funny, because he’d kind of believed for a while that those things weren’t going to happen. After a while, he got complacent.” He notes that it was extra wild because everything with Trent popped up again in the midst of that complacency. And how did it feel to be defiant toward Trent? “I think Trent successfully made Caleb question if Caleb really was in control“ at the dinner party. “I feel like anything that I do is part of his plans for me, or is that just gaslighting? I’m legitimately scared of that dude.” Sam: “Of Matt?” Liam: “Sure.” He highlights the disconnect between knowing that the M9 is mechanically powerful and could possibly defeat Trent in a dice-and-stats battle, versus fearing him in a story sense and being convinced he can do almost anything.

Sam, on Luc’s death: “That was brutal, man. Matt Mercer is a-- he hates children! Clearly. He actively sought to kill a child in the campaign in as brutal a way as possible. He hates children and wants them dead. Canon. No, but to RP, that was horrible.” He highlights that so much of Veth’s arc has been about trying to get back to her family. “We had to choose something and we thought we were making the right choice. It was all Veth’s fault, and it was pretty rotten. My heart was beating pretty fast, and I certainly didn’t want to have my son die live on the stream. I don’t know what Veth would have done. That’s the end, that’s over. It’s almost worse than when your own character would die. This is something that would also kill Veth.” After the episode was over: “just shaken. I also didn’t know what to do next! That felt like a turning-point moment for my character, weirdly so close to what we assume to be the end arc of this campaign. I texted Matt later that night and was like, that’s it, Veth’s out, I’m tapping out.”

There’s an interlude in which Sam discovers a new dream to record an episode of this show from his Peloton. Dani informs him that she will not be inviting him back.

On Astrid, Liam: “I literally don’t know what she’s doing. I know that she’s dangerous, she always was ambitious, and there’s not been a moment where Caleb let his guard down with her. He’s not trying to reestablish what they had. He cares for the both of them, for Astrid and Eodwulf. He thinks about it a lot, still. He can’t tell how much she buys into everything that she experienced and is now living as a full-grown adult. He suspects that she’s bought in and is not going to change things, because she believes in the system, as much as he’d like to peel her away. He does believe that they want what’s best for the Empire, and stopping whatever wants to come vomiting out of a hole in the frozen north is good for everyone. And they’re powerful. They’re not trustworthy, obviously. But there’s enough at stake to make it worth it. He could imagine a situation where they fight each other to the death.” He was convinced Astrid was going to stop them when they left the tower and was really shocked when she held back. Sam: “Not me! I’ve trusted Astrid since day one. She’s the greatest! I sent a letter to her, she’s very nice, I think you guys would be a nice couple. I believe every word she says.”

On having to decide on Veth deciding to go off and save the world after Luc’s death. “Like I said, I was ready to be done. And then I decided somewhere in there that that’s not very D&D. So I thought I’d leave it up to somebody else, so I asked Caduceus to decide for me, essentially. She knows she’s putting her other family in danger if she doesn’t go. It’s an impossible choice, you know?” Liam: “I love watching you grapple with it, because you’re a lovely father and love your kids.”

On the Sanatorium, Sam: “That was brutal, man. Matt lulls you into a sense of complacency. We’d forgotten that Caleb was a stone-cold killer! It had been a while since he went on a murder spree. Still got it!” Liam: “I never meant for this character to be perfect sunshine.” Brian: “You don’t say.” Liam: “He’s very not-perfect, and I think in his brain, he was going in with the impression that they needed to get in and get out as soon as possible. The place is crawling with people with magic ability, and I didn’t have faith that we wouldn’t be sussed out or something wasn’t going to blow an illusion.” Everything was about getting out of there as fast as possible.

Did the conversation with Yeza help with Veth’s decision? “First of all, every conversation with Yeza is a beautiful one. Every time she talks to Yeza, it makes her feel good. In some ways, she’s gotten to the point now where she knows Yeza’s going to be supportive, she knows he’s going to allow her to do what she wants, but maybe that’s too much. Maybe she needs to not listen to him, basically, and be like, no, you need to be selfish now, dude, you need to say ‘come home, I’m sick of you leaving’. At a certain point, being supportive can turn into being enabling.”

Cosplay of the Week: Jester in the snow! (liljerbear47, photography by kairiceleste on Instagram)

On Trent’s motivations for chasing Caleb: “I really don’t know. The simplest explanation is to just hammer down the nail that’s sticking up. It has crossed his mind that all high-level wizards are in danger of their own ambition and egos, so it’s occurred to him that Trent might have the same kind of ideas that Halas had in the past, and maybe Caleb was always meant to be another body to jump into. Maybe in some sick, disgusting, twisted way, he wants him to be his successor. I am thinking of the next campaign, without getting too deep in, trying to do something that is much more ride-along. Caleb is very, very specific, and I thought long and hard about all the different pieces on the chessboard for him. For campaign three, I’m looking forward to seeing what happens.”

Dani: “Do I need to be keeping lore on your fucking ads?”

On the cursed dagger: “It was a tricky one, because in campaign one, one of the characters was under the influence of a cursed weapon, but it interacted with him and he knew what it was and what it did. And it affected his gameplay as a character. For me, Veth didn’t know what it was, ever. I as a player knew what it was doing, but Veth didn’t know at all. So it was kind of like my dirty, dark secret for many months. I knew this thing was coming perilously close to killing me, but my character didn’t know enough to bring it up to her friends. Nobody ever asked! So I was like, well, I guess this thing’s just going to kill me one day, and it’s kind of going to be a surprise.” Liam: “Sam, you love danger and self-destruction so much, you might as well be Mollymauk.”

On the fight in Yasha’s sequence, Sam: “You gotta put a character in your storm giant creature. It was so fun! It was so great of Matt to involve us in this encounter. It would’ve been fun just to watch, because Matt would have made it amazing and Ashley was sweating bullets, which is always fun to watch.” Sam notes he felt guilty, but Liam was going for the kill. Liam: “Matt’s gotta be careful about giving me that kind of story beat. I do not fucking care, I just fucking flip, I’m like, well, I’m going to destroy you, and I have no qualms about it. It’s too much fun!”

The Beau/Yasha tower date was in part inspired by not being able to give gifts as easily this last year. “This thing that we do together is a gift, but I love finding these moments, like the book for Jester and the tower for Yasha and for Beau. I really just wanted to give both of them a little magic for a night. I wanted them to leave this-- we’re trying to be as entertaining as possible, but shit is having an effect on all of us too, and I wanted them to have an escape, a great place to escape to.”

Fan Art of the Week: an amazing group shot, plus Marion, Yeza, and Luc! (vocaz on Twitter)

On choosing Essek over Trent, Liam: “It would have been so interesting and awful and great! Essek and Astrid and Eodwulf are everything that Bren used to be attracted to that are terrible for him. Essek, hopefully he can with time find a way out of the hole that he dug himself into, but it was only two months ago where he was found out and his ambitions came crashing down around him. Long-term, I have high hopes for him, but I think it’s going to be hard.” In contrast, Astrid and Eodwulf are still “deep in the shit. It would have been really hard to navigate, but fun to play at the table. We made the right choice with what we went with. Essek’s just getting started, and Caleb doesn’t trust him entirely, because he was burned so hard not too long ago. He’s still more trustworthy than the other three. So it’s the better choice. While Caleb has all these ties on the other side, they’re really fucking dangerous. So if you have to choose, you choose Essek. But fuck that die.” Sam: “Veth, much like Sam Riegel, makes instant decisions about whether to trust someone or not and sticks to it forever. Astrid, 100% trust. Eodwulf, 100% distrust. Essek, completely distrust. I still don’t think he’s a good guy. Ikithon? Trust. 100%. Because you know where he’s coming forward, you know what he wants. I still want him dead, but I trust him.”

On Veth’s post-adventuring plans: “Veth is probably still too in it right now to think about what comes next. I, Sam Riegel, have a good idea of what I want Veth to do post-campaign.” Brian: “Maybe you shouldn’t tell us. Save it for the show!” Sam: “All she knows is she can’t do this anymore. It’s very unhealthy to be battle-wounded every other day. It’s fun for a while, but college has to end at some point, and she’s gotta go home.”

On Frumpkin changing appearance and returning to the Feywild: “I don’t know what I’m going to do, but the way it feels now for Caleb is that he feels too enmeshed in everything that has happened, and too much good has happened, and too much needs to happened, that that really narcissistic, selfish goal has the risk of harming everything else, which is more important. And that’s how he looks at it now. So he’s gearing towards letting everything from the beginning of the campaign, and where he started, go, and trying to figure out what use he’s going to be now and what he’s going to do if they’re not all dead. If Matt throws that shit down, I don’t know what I will do, I think about it a lot. But turning Frumpkin white and saying you’re free either way is him preparing to let go of everything he’s been holding on to for a really long time. He’s addicted to that idea that he can fix himself, and we’ll see if that hard choice gets presented, what he might do. But where he stands now, he doesn’t think that’s going to be reality, and he sees a way that he can be of use that he never really anticipated before, so he’s slowly shifting gears towards living with the pain he was trying to remove.”

On the last request scene and confidence heading into Aeor, Sam: “I feel like that’s a good request. I think all of us realized that if we die, that probably bodes badly for the world. I feel like all of us are at a point now as characters and as friends, that the first order of business would be to take care of everybody else’s shit, although we probably have different ideas of how to do that.” Liam: “I want the Empire to be healed, Caleb has all these memories of his parents and what they wanted for the world, and he wants that too. It’s clearly not in place now, the system needs to be broken and replaced. That could be a part of Caleb’s sunset. I don’t want Caleb to die, so maybe he can work on that after. As everything starts to shake out and we start heading towards our destiny, Caleb’s just free-floating. He’s not even going after the same thing he started for. So he’s looking at Veth’s family, and Luc specifically, and seeing that’s me, that’s a little boy in the Empire.”

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fleursdemeduse · 3 years

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Remembrance AU: Little Brother Knows Everything

I lied. Here's a bonus chapter.

Warnings: Mention of Death ; Unrequited[?] Love ; Mention of bombs ; Jealousy

Words: 3.1k

Tommy may have been an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid. He noticed the little things more often than he didn’t. But there were four things he knew about you better than anyone else.

Tommy knew that you liked tea.

Siblings, and people in general, seem to have this habitual kind of indicator of their mood. Some people bounced their leg when they were nervous, others liked to twiddle their thumbs or pop joints; It’s different for everyone.

But he could always tell how [y/n] felt by the tea they were drinking.

When they were nervous, they made tea brewed from lavender buds collected from a flower field they often visited with Technoblade or Phil. They brought Tommy once. He had run around the whole area with infinite energy before the blond climbed the tree. He had climbed higher and higher until he could feel the warmth of the setting sun shine on his face. The branch broke, but when he plummeted, he wasn’t scared. They were at the bottom, waiting to catch him. They were always waiting to inevitably catch him no matter if it was from his own stupid decisions or from someone else’s. They got nervous a lot, but when he was by their side, he could never be.

When [y/n] was stressed, they made tea out of the peppermint leaves in their garden. The scent filled their house while it brewed and the act of harvesting the herb was “soothing”. Tommy wasn’t sure how weeding was supposed to be relaxing, but he happily did it when their newest sibling figure asked him to. He remembered pulling out a whole mint plant the first time he had worked beside them, unknowing that that was the plant he was supposed to be protecting. They had laughed, gently scolding him, before setting it aside. Even if they were stressed out, they never took it out on him.

When he was sad or upset, they made chamomile tea with honey. Chamomile is a calming flower, he remembered them saying once. And the honey helped you remember that golden days were ahead. They made it for him every morning after he would wake up in the bed he seemed to sleep in more than his own. Sometimes the honey came from Technoblade, sometimes they had retrieved it themselves from wild hives, but they always seemed to get the best stuff. Even when he cried or started to -what was the word they had used? Disassociate? That sounded correct-, he could expect the mug to be pushed into his hands, a sugary but not cloying aroma wafting off it. He always felt much better when he left. He could never remember seeing them drink the tea, despite having such an abundance of it. Did they even get sad? He had never witnessed it.

When they were happy, they made black tea of various kinds and drank sweet iced tea that reminded him of what diabetes would taste like if it were liquid. They drank this with him almost daily. It was always a new blend they wanted to try and perfect or one they wanted him to taste. He loved smelling this tea the most. When its fragrance filled the air, somehow, everything felt right in the world. He couldn’t recall a single time when he didn’t see them on the porch, drinking the amber liquid out of a glass when they knew he’d be coming over for dinner.

It was the days when you didn’t drink tea at all, he was afraid.

Tommy knew that no matter what someone did to them, [y/n] wasn’t afraid to make enemies or insert themselves between their friends and any sort of danger to protect them.

Dream was surprised to see [y/n] at the meeting between the Greater Dream SMP and L’Manburg. It was only supposed to be him and George convening with Tubbo and Tommy. They held no real power in the country. They didn’t belong in this meeting, just like they didn’t belong in this timeline.

He watched the way they, during George and Tubbo’s discussion, rested a hand on Tommy’s arm when his hands clenched hard enough to turn his knuckles white. He saw how they would murmur quietly to him and the child would relax ever so slightly. He noticed the nods they gave the blond when he looked to the adult for confirmation after he made a questionable statement. He observed your true role here.

“Nice to see you replace Wilbur so quickly, Tommy. That’s good. He was a horrible role model for you.” His lips curled behind his mask at the shocked expression on everyone else’s face aside from the vice president before him. His eyes were sharp, angry. “Maybe without his influence, you’ll actually be a competent leader for something.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Considering L’Manburg was supposed to be totally destroyed and returned back to the Greater Dream SMP, I’m glad you found someone a bit less self-destructive to help keep you under control. We all know Wilbur did a horrible job at it.” Watching the child soldier stand quickly gave him a certain satisfaction.

“Fuck you, bitch! I don’t need to be told what to do.” Dream watched [y/n] give Tommy a warning look and the way he ignored it.

“And yet you followed someone who lost his own presidential race and blew up his own country before seeking out validation from someone else.”

“I don’t-”

“Tommy.” He watched the blond flinch at the edge to your voice and look down at you.

“He’s saying I-”

“I’m aware. He’s just trying to rile you up. It’s what he does. Ignore him.” The glare they sent him made a sharp jolt go down his spine, but he couldn’t help the chuckle that spilled from his covered mouth.

“Listen to your sibling, Tomathy. At least this one is sane. And if they kill themself, they’ll come back.” Tommy opened his mouth once more to say something before it snapped closed and he released a breath through his nose.

“I don’t need this.” The slam of the door echoed through the now quiet room.

Dream’s attention was immediately back on [y/n]. He watched them square their shoulders and lower their head to look him dead-on. Their glare met him with a hidden fury threatening to break forth and raise the hell that seemed to be just as deeply rooted in them as it was the company they kept. Their lips were pursed in a way that made his own grin grow larger. "Wilbur may not have been the best man. He may have hurt me and put the rest of L’Manburg in this situation. But that is our business alone, and you have no right to say anything bad about him or about Tommy, for that matter."

There was a pregnant pause and he heard George start laughing awkwardly to dispel the tension before being hushed hurriedly by Tubbo.

“And what is it you’ll do to me if I do?” Dream kept his voice level.

“You know why I’m here and who’s behind me. You can use your imagination..” They stood, chair scraping against the floor loudly. “I’m going to check on Tommy.” “But we’re not done!” They stopped at the door, hand resting on the handle.

“I’m sure you can handle the rest by yourself, Tubbo. You know what to do.” They looked at him over their shoulder, before glancing over George and then settling on the man in green. “Don’t you ever speak his name ever again. Or we just might have to build that prison you mentioned. Am I understood?” Sullen nods came from the monarch and the president as they stormed out.

“Well, that was something.”

Tommy had been sitting in the hallway, curled in on himself the same way he had been after the Pit incident.

“Toms?”

“Why is he even here?”

You sat next to him, back resting against the wall.

“Because he cares about George. Kinda like why I was in there for you.” You felt the taller lean against you and relax when you wrapped your arm around him. “I’ll always be here for you, Kiddo.”

You felt him nod and you pressed a kiss to his hair.

“You know I’m not trying to replace Wilbur, right?”

“Of course not. We were like brothers.” His lips quirked a little when he heard your laugh.

“If he were here, I’m sure he’d tell you not to say that or he’d cry.”

“Good. Fucking bitch.”

He didn’t know what he’d do if you never came back.

Tommy knew that the only other person who loved you as much as he did was Technoblade.

Techno had never felt jealous of Tommy before. Or really anyone. He was pretty secure in his position as your best friend, and the vast amounts of platonic affection you showered him with kept him content. Even during the Pogtopia rebellion, watching the looks and touches Wilbur gave you or seeing the child sneak into your bed for another night in a row didn’t make him jealous. So why did he suddenly have the very real impulse to shove the blond off the side off a cliff just to retake some of your attention?

The hybrid watched you talk with your hands as you recounted the night before and your surprise at finding Tommy already there when you came home from Phil’s. He was happy he had been right. You and Philza were similar in many ways and got along well. You would constantly joke with Techno that you were trying to get yourself adopted by the older blond and he would just respond with an amused “don’t tempt him, he might.”. You would always laugh in response.

That was always the best sound.

He listened to your words as he topped off the teacup in front of you with more of the red-tinted liquid. The warm scent of earl grey and roses wafted off of the cup tinged with the subtle tang of the orange peel he had added on a whim. You were right in your suggestion. Citrus always makes deeper teas better.

“If it’s really that bad, the offer to move in still stands. I have more than enough room and you can escape that raccoon.” He snickered at the pout that rested on your lips.

“I never said that I didn’t like it! And don’t call Tommy a raccoon.” He sipped his own tea.

“It’s true. Gets into trash, beady little eyes, a nuisance. He even breaks into your house.”

“He has a key, Tech. It’s different.” You had rolled your eyes at him, but the smile on your face spoke of your fondness for them both. He felt the small well of jealousy in his chest flare. Did Tommy know how privileged he was? He hoped the child knew.

“I’m just sayin’. Whenever you want to leave that place, my door will always be open for you.” He watched your smile soften and the firm squeeze when you reached across the table for his forearm.

“I appreciate it, but Tommy needs me still. Maybe one day, okay?” He grunted at you and you giggled. “Who knows, maybe Phil will come with! He could build his own little cabin and everything.”

“I’ve already extended the offer to him as well. He said he’ll think about it.” You shook your head.

“He’s probably trying to figure out how close to the meadow he’d be in comparison.”

“Man loves the flowers, what can he say?”

“Sure, it’s definitely the flowers.” You sipped your tea with a knowing grin.

“What else would it be?” He watched the glint in your eyes, seeing exactly what Tommy had always said about you. They had seemed a lot deeper lately, more knowledgeable. The child had always claimed that you spoke like you knew more than you let on and he saw it in your smile sometimes, but the look you were giving him right at that moment confirmed it.

“Maybe it’s all the memories.”

He couldn't imagine you not returning the feelings they both held for you, despite the vast difference.

Tommy knew that you wouldn’t hide anything from him unless it was absolutely imperative.

He found you sitting in the living room, curled into an old recliner that you would never tell him where it came from. You felt Tommy haphazardly throw his arms around your shoulders from behind, releasing a small sigh of contentment as he pressed his face further into your neck.

"Hey, Kiddo, what’re you up to?" His grip on you slackened, and you could almost feel his face draw up to a small pout. He absolutely hated that nickname but couldn’t deny the small warmth that flared in his stomach whenever you called him it.

"[Y/n], how many times have I asked you to stop calling me that?" He removed himself from you when you shrugged your shoulders.

"Sorry, Toms, the nickname stays. You're too much of a brat for it to leave." He groaned, eyebrows drawing together. You knew he wasn’t entirely mad at the name. He wouldn’t have whined the way he did if he truly wanted you to stop. You and Tommy seemed to share a wavelength. It wasn’t the same one you shared with Techno, but it was just as perfect. You wished you could tell him why it was.

The realization set a rock that started in your throat and slowly started to sink to your stomach. It spread through you, causing a wet hot sensation to form behind your eyes. You’d never be able to tell your little brother your deepest secret. What if he hated you? What if he told everyone else and they cast you out? What if he felt he couldn’t trust you anymore?

Carefully pulling yourself out of your own thoughts, you looked up at the child. “I’m sorry, what was it you wanted?”

"Can I talk to you?" Your eyes flicked to the book you were reading before back to him. You knew what he wanted. A bookmark was wedged between pages and the room was silent before you stood. "Sure, kiddo. Is it going to be a long chat?" You set off to the kitchen, soon pouring some water into an old kettle that Phil had given you the day that you had awoken. You had been “gone” for over a full day. Aside from Phil, no one else knew what had happened and where you went.

An opaque jar was pulled from the cupboard, carefully opened, and he watched as purple buds, green leaves, and yellow-white flowers were deposited gently onto the mesh cloth that you would tie into a sachet. He had never seen them combine those teas. He didn’t even realize you had such a large jar of it stored.

“What happened at Phil’s?” You hesitated before steadying your hand and pouring the steaming water into a teapot before setting the sachet in. It floated for a moment before you used the string to dunk the bag a few times to soak it before it sank midway.

You only pulled one mug down.

You gestured for him to sit at the table and he took it. You could see the way his anxiety rose even higher when you didn’t sit across from him.

“What day? I’ve been at Phil’s a lot lately.”

“Oh fuck off. You know what day I’m talking about.” You shrugged, trying to keep your expression even.

“I really don’t, Tommy. You’re going to have to narrow it down for me.” Your fight or flight instincts were dialed to high when he gave you a knowing look.

“You don’t have to lie to me, [y/n]. I’m not a child.”

“Yes, you are, and I’m not lying.” You flinched when he slammed his hands on the table, chair screeching as it was slid back with too much force before it fell backwards.

“Then why have you changed?” You froze. “You used to love spending time with me before-”

You wanted to reach out, to comfort him, when you saw his lips quiver, but he turned his head away from you. He couldn’t look you in the eye.

“Before you were gone for almost two days and came back wrong. You don’t talk like how you used to either. It’s like you know things, but like, more than you used to. And come to find out from Ranboob, you had gone to Philza’s house. What did he tell you?”

You just shook your head, wanting to tell him you remembered him. You remembered every timeline he was in. Every moment he had fought for what he believed in and won. Every time he had died. Every timeline he could have died.

“Did I do something? Is it because of Ghostbur? Do you-” He looked back up at you, looking exactly like the sixteen year old he was supposed to be. “Do you hate me?”

“Of course not, Tommy. Why in the world would you ever think that?”

“Then why won’t you tell me what’s going on? Siblings don’t keep secrets.”

“They do when they’re trying to protect the ones they love, Tommy.” You watched his face grow red in frustration.

“You’re not always gonna be there for me, [y/n]!”

“You don’t know that.”

“Why won’t you just tell me?” His voice broke, and so did your heart.

“Because you’re still just a kid, Tommy. And I think sometimes you forget that. And everyone else too. And I can’t tell anyone what happened.”

“But why? I stopped being a child when we won our first war. I should be able to hear about this!”

“Because the things I saw, the things I heard, no one else should have to bear this weight.” You swallowed back your tears. This was no time to cry. “You can be mad at me all you want, Tommy. But I’m still the same [y/n] who tucks you into bed and links pinkies with you on the Prime Path and who will always be there for you.”

The hurt look he gave you would haunt you for the rest of your lifetimes.

“Then why won’t you let me be there for you?” You could only shake your head.

“Because that’s not how it works, Kiddo.” Tommy’s eyes hardened and he sucked in a quivering breath.

“Fine.” He started walking back towards the door.

“Toms, where are you going?” He didn’t answer you.

His tea was bitter and cold by now, and for a moment, he couldn’t help but feel the same.

Tommy knew all those things about you. So why did it feel like maybe he didn’t know you at all?

#RemembranceAU #dsmp au #dream smp au #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #technoblade x reader #tommyinnit x reader #platonic!tommyinnit x reader #philza x mumza #mcyt x reader #unrequited feelings #tw: death #tw: bombs #tw: arguing #tw: jealousy #angst

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❝ ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ᴋ ᴀ ʙ ᴏ ᴜ ᴛ ɪ ᴛ ❞

➼ 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕤

The ocean was unpredictable, but they still loved it.

Everyday in their youth, (Y/n) would travel to the beach, a private little area hidden by rocks and the tide. Playing there by themself for hours upon hours. Making sandcastles for the crabs, collecting seashells to share with their friends and family, practicing and teaching themself how to play a kalimba, until when it was dark a relative would come to drag them back home. For years, the beach became their safe spot where they retreated to get away from it all, but as life moved on so did (Y/n).

Soon, (Y/n)’s time was swallowed up by the problems and turmoil of everyday life, as they spent less and less time in their safe haven, now stuck in land. Eventually, they stopped going to the beach altogether, only occasionally taking a stroll there every month or so. It was still as peaceful and calming as they remembered. However, not everything could remain the same-- peace was never meant to last.

Those deep waters that held the unknown-- were wild and terrifying, so when fishermen and whole ships began to go missing, everyone assumed it was a tragic accident: a shipwreck, a terrible storm, or somehow becoming lost at sea. That is, until these so called accidents were becoming all the more frequent. It seemed like every week a poor fisherman went missing, every month a ship never to be seen again. Bodies of the dead lost at sea often found their way to shore, limbs missing or twisted and bent in impossible angles, visible signs they had been in a struggle.

Rumors began to float about, all ranging from a curse being placed on the town to the possibility of sea monsters lurking in the waters that caused these accidents to occur. Of course, in their paranoia and terror, the townspeople would believe anything, all except one person. They refused to believe in the rumors without proof, not allowing fear to get the best of them.

Everyday, (Y/n) continued to roam the now empty beaches in search of trinkets and treasures buried in the sand. And everyday, their family’s worries grew. Was it really wise to continue going to the beaches when there was an unknown threat in the waters? Still, no matter how hard they attempted to persuade them to stop and find a job further inland, (Y/n) always refused. As long as they stay away from the deep water, they will be fine, right?

Well, they were correct in a sense that they themself would not be harmed, but that didn’t mean that danger would stop from befalling on others.

It was a normal day, the salty breeze was warm and delightful, the clouds provided just enough cover from the hot sun. The waters were calm, steadily washing up to the shore. (Y/n) walked along the land, stepping along the warm sand and cool tides. In their hand they held an instrument, a wooden board with metal tines, a kalimba handmade and gifted by their parents. Aimlessly they tapped the metal, creating soft chimes that matched the clanging of freshly discovered treasures collected in their satchel that sounded with every stride they took.

They barely paid any attention to the lone fisherman out at sea, not too far from where they stood on the shore. The middle-aged man appeared to be too occupied with his work to even notice their presence as well. Using his nimble fingers to prepare the end of his rod with a hook and bait.

(Y/n) looked up with interest as they heard a splash in the waters. Had the man caught something so quickly? Their eyes widened as they saw the tip of a teal-colored tail emerge from the waters, the fisherman noticing it as well.

Think about it, think about it.

The fisherman placed down his rod, looking over the side of his boat that the person on the shore was unable to see. In an instant, two webbed hands grabbed the man by his shirt, dragging him underneath the waves and successfully stopping his scream from alerting any others in the vicinity, but (Y/n) had watched the whole thing unfold with growing horror.

What felt like hours were mere seconds they spent waiting, hoping to see the man reemerge safely. What should they do? Should they try to help somehow? But they couldn’t risk going further into the water! Should they run and get help? It might be too late if they came with help. Before they could make a decision, the man’s hat appeared and floated on the waves, but there was no sign of the fisherman-- until the blue waters began to turn a crimson red, blood making its way to the surface.

Think about when you were there.

(Y/n) stifled a shriek, quickly shoving the kalimba back into their satchel and switching out their sandals. Struggling to put them on as quickly as possible, they would run back to town and inform authorities about what they had witnessed. As they nearly fell and tried to slide on their sandals, another splash emitted from behind the boat, a voice making their blood run cold.

We know it.

“Eeeeh, what a weakling. There wasn’t much to squeeze! Didn’t you hear something earlier, Jade?”

“Indeed, Floyd, I did. Perhaps there’s another human in the area?”

Finally clipping their sandals on their feet securely, they bolted. Running as fast as their feet could carry them on the sand, too afraid to look back. Failing to notice their musical instrument fall out of their satchel and into the waters. (Y/n) was far too focused on getting away as quickly as possible, only one destination was in mind: the town. They had to get to town and report what they witnessed. Behind them, they were just able to make out the words being said by whatever creatures remained in the waters.

We already know it.

“Aah, there they go! They’re running away like a scared little shrimp!”

“That’s a shame. It seems humans are quick to flee.”

❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂

The twins had occasionally swam to the surface when in their youth, and while mischievous and troublesome, they had never attacked a human. They had been children at the time, just two little eels. However, their visits soon became frequent upon discovering a hidden rocky beach behind a cliff, and while they played with the crabs and watched the seagulls, they spotted the first human they ever saw.

Jade and Floyd nearly submerged themselves fully in the waters, poking the top of their heads out. From the darkness behind some rocks jutting out of the waters, they watched with fascination as the land creature played all alone by themselves.

Floyd stared with wide eyes before looking at his twin, “Hey, hey, isn’t that sad? That little human is lonely. I have you, but they’re all alone!”

Jade nodded, watching the human with a tilt of his head, “Yes, that is sad. But they don’t look lonely.”

On the contrary, (Y/n) appeared delighted despite the lack of company. They laughed and chased away those pesky seagulls, making shapes and small structures from the sand that amazed the twins, and even played a strange musical instrument. They had to wonder, were all young humans like this?

Think about it, think about it.

“Jade, that small shrimpy is pretty funny.”

“Yes, Floyd, they are very interesting.”

It soon became habit for the young Leech twins to venture to that secret beach in search of that amusing little human. As the years went by, the human’s trips to the beach became infrequent until it stopped completely. However, the two never forgot about the human named (Y/n), the memory of watching them play constantly lingering in the back of their mind.

It disappears in three days, and fills up again.

After years of not visiting the surface, their return meant chaos and misfortune for the land dwellers. What better fun was there than humans? Oh to see them struggle in their tail’s grip, gulp and gasped for air only to get a mouthful of water, and how they struggled was all so much fun! It was a shame they never lasted long, a single squeeze was all it took to break any unfortunate human they came across.

“Save me! I’m scared!” All day long.

❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂

I knew it.

(Y/n) retreated away from the ocean, as far as they could go, not wanting to be reminded of what they witnessed. Those recent memories engraved in the front of their mind, the terrified faces of the authorities they reported the accident to, the grief-stricken family of the fisherman, and the incident itself with the blood and those creatures that continued to lurk in the salty waters.

I saw it.

They had run to the forest, hoping they could calm themself and find peace of mind here. The forest, lakes, and rivers should be safe, right? The beach was miles away, they were safest here, right?

Think about it, think about it.

The sound of running waterfalls and the chirp of birds filled the silence, slowly providing them a sense of calm. It’s as if the gentle flowing water extinguished the flames of their fear and guilt, leaving them at peace. Softly the wooden path they walked on creaked, the healthy green leaves from branches overhead provided shade, the water of the river was a clear emerald green. Their eyes admired the many waterfalls, taking a shaky breath, Reaching for their satchel, they cursed underneath their breath upon realizing their musical instrument was gone. Instead, they opted for humming, singing softly in this space where they believed they were alone.

We worry all day long.

Two particular sea creatures stopped from exploring this new strip of water, perking up at the distant humming and soft singing. They stopped swimming, looking towards the direction it came from.

We worry about what we’re going to eat when the night comes.

Jade listened to the distant voice, smiling at the lovely melody and soft voice. Slowly a grin appeared on his lips, revealing his sharp teeth. “Hm… Are my ears deceiving me, or do you hear that as well?”

“Yeahhh! It sounds like a merfolk’s song!” Lowering the little wooden musical instrument he had discovered on the shore earlier, Floyd shook his head. “Eh, but merfolk are too wimpy to come inland!”

“That is true… Considering that, it must be another human.”

“This is getting boring here… I know! Let’s find that little human!”

To win is to survive.

(Y/n) hopped along the smooth stones, kicking the water running along by their feet. Parting their lips, their dulcet voice flowed out and rang through the air, partially disrupted by the waterfalls. “Now’s your moment. Floating in a blue lagoon~” Aimlessly spinning along the stone, careful not to misstep and accidentally fall in the water. “Boy, you better do it soon! No time will be better~”

The Leech twins neared at a slow pace, taking cover under the darkest shadows that covered the river. However, before they could zoom forward and drag them underneath to have their fun, the duo stopped upon catching a proper glimpse at the human’s face. Their olive colored eyes soaking up the familiar features while their golden eyes glowed dimly. In that instant, like a lightbulb switching on, they both recognized the human as the same one from the morning, the same human they used to watch years ago.

Think about it, think about it.

“Aaah~~~! It’s Shrimpy~~!!!”

(Y/n) jumped at the shrill shriek, eyes going wide as they recognized the voice as one from this morning. Freezing in place, they looked up and nearly fainted on the spot as they spotted a figure in the waters coming straight towards them at unbelievable speed. A mix between a terrified whimper and a yelp escaped their lips.

The small wooden dock behind them leading into the forest was too far, they’d never make it before that thing would snatch them up. Sprinting along the stone, they approached the waterfalls where the wall curved in to reveal a sizable cave safe from the water.

“Hey, hey, wait up~!”

Seeing no other option, they dove inside, scratching their skin against the rocks and slamming against the wall in the process, just as they heard a loud splash behind them.

(Y/n) stumbled up, ignoring the aching pain on their back and the scratches littering their arms. Eyeing the sea monster before taking slow steps back, nearly screaming as a second one popped out of the water beside the other, nearly identical to the first one.

Your riddle will make us happy, free, and alive.

Both of the sea creatures had human-like faces but with gills; their upper bodies were shaped like a human’s but their lower-halves were long tails resembling that of an eel. Their skin tone was almost entirely teal, with portions of their chest and face white. The only difference between the two was their eye color: The first had a right eye that was olive color while his left was a golden hue, in comparison, the second had a right eye that was a golden hue while his left was an olive color.

“Shrimpyyy, come here! Let me squeeze you~!” The first creature whined as he stretched out his arms, but (Y/n) was too far to grab. When they showed no sign of approaching him, he pouted while his sharp nails scratched the rocky floor. “I have to greet you with a hug, come on!”

“Hehehe, it appears we’ve frightened them.” The second creature chimed in, chuckling at their fear. “I like observing people, but I am not the best at it. We couldn’t even refrain ourselves from seeing you again.”

Images of the gruesome sight from earlier that day flashed in mind. Reeling away as they felt their stomach churn. (Y/n) managed to find their voice, barely squeaking out, “A-Again…? You m-mean f-from earlier…?”

“You’re not completely correct. My, my… I seem to have gotten ahead of myself and acted rather unsightly this morning. Heheh… Forgive us for what you had to witness. But unfortunately, you wouldn’t recognize us. We haven’t properly met yet.” Holding up his hand, he held the musical instrument they left behind at the beach. Extending it out to them, he offered a charming smile, “I believe this is yours, is it not?”

Silently (Y/n) nodded, gulping as they hesitantly stepped forward, cautiously watching the duo that seemed amused with them. Shakily the human snatched up their kalimba--

“Baaam~!”

They flinched and jumped back, clutching the kalimba close to their chest. Stumbling back away from them until their back pressed against a stone. Frantically their eyes searched for a way out, there was only the stone rocks to hop on but those twin sea creatures could easily grab them if they chose that path. This small cave was a deadend, however, if they could somehow climb upwards until they reached the top of the waterfall, they could escape that way…

“Just kidding!” The first creature let out an unevenly-pitched laugh at their reaction, grinning as the tip of his tail poked out of the waters, “Little Shrimp is funny, look at them tremble!”

“Certainly very amusing.” The second creature hummed, eyes glimmering with mischief as he admitted. “It’s strange, isn’t it? For the longest time I believed humans were dull, but you’re not very dull, (Y/n).”

(Y/n) felt their heartbeat stop. Softly they asked, unable to stop from stuttering and tripping over their words, “H-How do you k-know m-my name…?”

“Allow us to properly introduce ourselves firstly.” The second creature placed a webbed hand to his chest and began, “I am Jade Leech. This is my twin, Floyd.”

The first creature, Floyd, grinned and folded an arm behind his head as he sang, “Hello, I’m Floyd! I’m sooo happy to see you again, Shrimpy!”

Your riddle will erase the shadow of death and we’ll live in a dream world!

“We’ve seen you many times before, years ago. Our favorite pastime was watching our beloved little human play on the beach.” Jade feigned a sad frown, as if the mere thought of it wounded him. “So I’m certain you can imagine how heartbroken we were when you stopped coming by!”

“Ooh, we were sooo sad when Shrimpy left! We wanted to play with you and swim with you!” Floyd explained eagerly, a toothy grin growing steadily with every word he said, “Now, we can talk to Shrimpy and we’ll have all the time in the world to have fun together! Hey, hey, you should play us a song like you used to!”

(Y/n) backed away slowly, shivering under the watchful gazes as they stuffed the kalimba in their satchel. Approaching the wall of the cave, their fingers gripped the moist stone surface. Slowly attempting to climb the slippery surface, careful to avoid getting too close to the twin sea creatures and cautious to avoid the water from the waterfall to avoid being drenched or pushed down.

Jade’s charming smile faltered, watching their feeble pathetic attempts to climb higher and higher to land away from their grip. “Now where do you think you’re going?”

The human paused before slowly continuing, responding carefully, “Look, I-I have to get home… T-Thank you kindly for not killing me, but I r-really have to get goin--”

Splash!

Floyd jumped out of the water, his wet and firm webbed hand gripping their ankle, weighing them down and dragging them back down to the water. “Heheh, why did you think you could win and leave~?”

Unable to flail about or fight back, two long slippery tails curled around their entire body. Every movement in resistance threatened to squeeze tighter until they wouldn’t be able to breath. They felt so small in their grip, left to stare in terror at the creature's wide toothy grins. Specks of blood staining and bits of flesh stuck between their shark-like teeth, making the human even more afraid. The duo kept (Y/n) afloat as they pleaded fearfully, “P-Please… let m-me go--”

“It’s been some time since we’ve seen you. Why not stay and keep us company? After all, we have a lot of catching up to do, my little anemone~”

“When Shrimpy is here it’s so much fun, I just can’t get enough! You won’t even think about leaving again, right, Shrimpy~?”

Think about it, think about it.

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He Didn’t Mean To: Part 2

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Warnings: General angst, Virgil being scary, hurt/comfort, and threats.

Summary: After dealing with an intrusive thought involving Janus, Remus is left reeling after he accidentally hurts the other side while going through his own self-destructive thoughts. And before Janus can even recover from it, Remus is gone...

Word Count: 1,692

Remus could not believe that he was here, of all places his frazzled mind had to choose here of all places to go.

He could have gone to Roman, he could have gone to Virgil for help, and hell he could have even gone to Patton of all people. But he had to choose the person who was least likely to help him in his time of need.

Logan blinked down at him, quizzingly, the dark circles from a sleepless night etched under the logical side’s eyes. “So…” He sighed, pinching the slope of his nose as he looked back at Remus again, “Why are you here again? What does any of this have to do with me? Don’t you hate me or something, right? Or you at least find me boring, correct?” He asked, sitting down heavily on his computer chair, before motioning to Remus to do the same on his bed.

He didn’t know why Remus was here, and for all he knew it would be nothing but badness on his end to even let the wild creative side into his room in the first place. But…

Here he was.

“I need your help.” That got Logan’s attention, as his eyes darted up and over to Remus, and narrowing his eyes he silently motioned for the other side to go on. “I…” Remus ran his fingers through his messy hair, the bruise and cut on his forehead stinging like crazy just from his casual touch alone. “Something happened, and I just… I need your advice on what to do next.”

Logan’s eyes trailed up and down Remus’ body, taking in every fidget and motion that the other side was taking to avoid looking him in the eyes. It certainly was… curious, that the creative side was coming to him of all people. He wasn’t the kind of person to sugarcoat many things, and he had directly butted heads with Remus multiple times before this. So just the fact that Remus was here and not attempting to cause any kind of chaos, or even hurt him in any way was definitely… worrying for Logan to even consider. That something that must have happened must’ve really rocked Remus to his very core, or in the very least made him scared enough to come here.

To Logan of all sides.

“We’ve established that you need my help.” Logan cooly said, covering up the worry that was easing through to him. “But what exactly do you need it for? That’s what I’m wondering about… What happened, Remus?” His tone shifted, starting with an almost haughty expression before almost immediately softening into a calm understanding look. He just wanted to understand what exactly he was supposed to be helping with, without that…

How could he even help in the first place?

He hoped that Remus understood that…

Before him, Remus’ bottom lip wobbled a little bit, and Logan felt his stomach clench in worry, guilt, and suspicion. Remus' eyes looked shiny, like he was just mere moments away from crying right then and there. It was then and only then that Logan finally understood that whatever had happened, it happened to more than just Remus, and it was something that actually affected the other side, to the point of tears. The in itself was something that worried Logan, as he leaned forward in his chair reaching his hand out to lay overtop Remus’ knee.

Just to stop mere inches away, as soon as the other side flinched.

“Remus?” He asked softly. “What happened?”

Remus’ breath hitched, and a heartbreaking whimper crawled up from his throat. Quickly he buried his face in his hands, determined not to let the logical side see him completely breaking apart at the mere thought of what he had done to Janus. Accident or not… it had still happened, and he had still hurt someone close to him. Someone… someone who he had never wanted to hurt in the first place, someone who.. someone who had always been there for him and someone who had always cared for him no matter what he was like in the past.

The words came out regardless, like pulling apart bones.

“I hurt Janus…”

The sound of a fist slamming against a wall, and a foot stomping on the ground made both Logan and Remus look up from their conversation clearly startled, before looking to the entrance to the door that Remus had completely forgotten to close when he had barged into Logan’s room. His balled hand still pressed against the doorframe, and faintly… just faintly Logan could see the cracks of the wood from the strength of his punch. There in all of his terrifying glory was Virgil, standing like a dark silhouette against the incoming light from the hallway. Never before had Logan felt more scared of the anxious side, not necessarily for himself….

But rather for Remus’ sake.

“You what?”

There was no mistaking the dark rumbling growl of his voice, as he took another step inside of Logan’s room.

“What do you mean… you hurt him?” Virgil’s voice was dangerously quiet, but there was no mistaking the absolute pure intent to murder right then and there, as he stared Remus down as if he were nothing more than an enemy. “What. Did. You. Do?” He practically snarled, pacing forward slowly like he was a wolf with his hackles raised.

Remus licked his lips nervously, his insides feeling like a pile of spaghetti flavored worms. “I.. I pushed him…” He softly admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “He tried to help me… and I pushed him…”

Virgil’s eyeshadow had never looked more dark than it did now, as all of the air from Virgil’s lungs disappeared in an instant.

He had thought that the anxious side had looked intimidating before, but now… with the clenching and unclenching of his fists… It told Remus well enough what Virgil would do if he got his hands on him, and that it most certainly would not be pretty.

The rage in the other side’s eyes was uncontainable, as he moved forward. He looked like he wanted to kill Remus then and there, he looked like the moment that he got his hands on him that Remus would be a dead man walking, and… he looked like he wanted to run off and look for Janus wherever the dishonest side was now. “I knew that I never should have left Janus alone with someone like you, you-”

Smoothly a wall of black fabric moved in between Remus’ line of sight, before Virgil could so much as take another step.

Firmly Logan stood there, not even moving a single inch even as Virgil’s chest almost bumped against his, and even as Virgil’s ragged breathing reached Remus’ ears. “That’s enough Virgil, if you’re going to be angry and if you’re going to be violent… then get out of my room.” To Logan’s credit, he didn’t seem even the slightest bit afraid of Virgil, even knowing that Virgil’s anxiety could throw his very room into disarray, Logan stood there calmly... like the eye of a storm. “So what will it be, Virgil?”

For a tense solid second there was nothing, just the still air in which both sides stood against each other.

Peering around Logan, Remus could see that Virgil was trying to visibly restrain himself and hold himself back from spouting off something against either Remus or Logan. He was angry, there was no denying that. But why exactly he was angry almost felt like a mystery to Remus, as it was more than obvious that Virgil hated him now that he had left them and joined the light sides. So this… emotion coming off of Virgil in waves felt more than a little odd to Remus, he had thought that Virgil wouldn’t care about Janus.

Or at least not this much.

“So what?” Virgil snapped at Logan, his teeth bared in what looked like a snarl. “You’re just taking his side now?!” He waved his hand to where Remus was standing behind Logan. “He’s fucking hurt someone Logan, that’s not exactly a good thing!”

Remus couldn’t help but to flinch at the accusation that was being flung at him, a very honest accusation that he knew to be true. He had hurt someone, he’d hurt Janus, and that made him dangerous now. While he’d ‘attacked’ Logan and Roman, his damage had been temporary at worst or even just imaginary at best. But with Janus… he was sure that whatever he had done, the pain of it had been etched onto the other side’s face. It had… it had lasted.

No matter how much he wished that it hadn’t.

Logan raised his hand gingerly, as if that alone would quell Virgil’s rage. “He has come to me for help and advice, and help and advice is what he’s going to get while he’s in my room. Do you understand?” Logan softly asked, and as soft as his words were there was no mistaking the firmness behind it. It was fairly obvious that he was giving Virgil a chance to back down before Logan full on just kicked him out of his room. “I swore, didn't I Virgil? That anyone who needs my help would have a safe place in my room. Didn’t I? I swore it on my status as Thomas’ logical side.”

And just like that the wind seemed to have been taken out of Virgil’s sails, as the anxious side deflated a little bit.

“Yes… yes you did.” Virgil muttered sourly, although not without a touch of fondness to his voice. They both knew just what Logan was talking about, and what exactly he was referring to, even if Remus had no idea. But without even missing a beat, Virgil cast a vicious glare back over to Remus, not even attempting to hide it from the logical side this time. “But if I catch you outside of Logan’s room…”

The threat was left unfinished, but Remus knew exactly how it would end.

Virgil would win, because Remus wouldn’t want to.

Not with this kind of fight.

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Fire in her veins - a Island Dreams AU oneshot

So, yesterday Island Dream reached the amazing milestone of 5k hits on AO3. For me, it means the world especially because ID has a special place in my heart. It was my first long Rowaelin, set in a place that I adore. It’s more than just a story. It’s set in a part of Scotland that has completely stolen my heart.

So, to celebrate I asked for prompts and @whimsicallyreading gave me a brilliant one.

“Aelin accidentally distracts Rowan and their stove catches on fire 🥰 would be funny to see the ID crew interact with a Fire Department 🤣”

inspiration hit in an instant. This fic is set about three years after the epilogue. The twins are 7 and Dalamar is 4. The story has a very Freyja-centred ending, mostly because she is my favourite. She is wild and fierce like her mother and she is funny. (Don’t get me wrong I adore Morrigan and Dalamar too. They are calmer and adorable in their own way.)

If you are new to Island Dream you can find it HERE

Well, without much further ado I will leave you to the story.

Rowan had a busy day at work. The bookshop had become very popular in town and business was good especially since Aelin had convinced him a while before to set up an internet page and an online ordering system. It had taken a while to really kick in but now he was basically serving the whole of the Hebrides and he had started getting orders as well from some remote location on the western highlands. Aelin had been right. She was the one who had started his Facebook page after all. He hated the whole thing - he had even deleted the profile he had created for fun, but he could not deny that it was handy for business. He had started promoting his events, he had hosted some indie authors and also had started a reading club at the weekend. He was proud of the job he had done. And now, with his aunt he was working on another stage. Her cafe had been shut for a few months after the last bad storm and flooding had caused some heavy damage. So when the bill for repairs had come Maeve knew it was too much and had decided to close to the dismay of the locals who loved her cakes and food. But Rowan had come up with a plan. The unit next to his shop had been vacant for a while so, he offered his aunt a deal. She could reopen her cafe inside his bookshop and they could merge the two units together. It had taken some convincing but in the end Maeve had accepted and the works had officially started.

Life was busy but he had never been happier. The twins were seven and were in P2 and Rowan could not believe how quickly they were growing up. Freyja was still as wild and school had been a challenge. She hated being forced to sit at a desk. Hated the uniform. Hated school, but apart from her rebel attitude, the teachers kept telling them that she was a bright pupil and both Rowan and Aelin relaxed. Morrigan, on the other hand was the opposite of her twin. She adored school and was still the quiet one in the family. Dalamar was still at nursery and was meant to start school the following year.

On that day Evalin had picked up the kids and brought them to the shop, something they adored. Then Rowan had taken them to swimming practice. He had kept his part time job as swimming instructor and the kids had followed in his footsteps. The twins being older were taking proper swimming classes while Dalamar just joined the club for the wee ones and splashed happily in the water while his sisters learnt to swim. When Aelin was not busy at the hospital she would accompany them and play with Dalamar.

Usually the swimming classes were enough to exhaust his kids that he could cook in peace while waiting for Aelin to get back. That evening she had texted him that they had a last minute emergency and was running late.

He tried for the umpteenth time to concentrate on a recipe for the evening when Freyja barged in the kitchen running followed by her brother and screaming that a dragon was chasing her.

Rowan grabbed his daughter and lifted her in his arms burying his face in her belly causing the girl to laugh hard “dad, the dragon” and wiggled in her father’s arms to get free but Rowan did not let go. He just walked to Dalamar and offered him his free arm “hop on, oh mighty dragon.” The boy grabbed his father’s forearm swinging like a monkey and Rowan walked into the living room, his daughter under one arms and his son swinging from the other like a jungle creature.

Morrigan joined the chaos a moment later. Rowan kneeled and she climbed on his back.

In that moment he heard the door of the house open and an instant later Aelin waltzed in the living room and saw her husband completely overwhelmed by their children. She laughed at the scene “what is happening in here?” Her hands on the hips.

“A dragon is following me.” Shouted Freyja, with still too much energy in her.

“I am not a dragon, I am a monkey.” Replied Dalamar, swinging a bit more from Rowan’s arm.

“And what are you doing, Morrigan?”

“The dragon has burned the floor.”

Rowan moved to the sofa and started to deposit the kids down “come on, let dad cook dinner. And don’t shout too much, mum is tired.”

The kids slowly climbed down their father and went to greet Aelin who hugged them all “did you all had a nice day? Did you go swimming tonight?”

“Yes.” The two girls shouted “Dad taught us how to jump in head first.”

Rowan roared with laughter “and they still are two clumsy little terrors who smash their bellies.”

“Be careful with that.” Said Aelin in full doctor mode “that type of jump is very risky, they can snap their neck if do not enter correctly.”

Rowan took a step towards his wife and wrapped his arms around her “I know. I would never put our daughters in danger.”

“Good,” she gave him a chaste kiss “now let mum take a shower and dad cook?”

“Tha.” Replied the three kids in unison.

The kids climbed back on the carpet Dalamar going back to his bricks, Morrigan to her colouring book and Freyja just kept swinging her plastic sword fighting some imaginary monster. While Aelin disappeared in the bathroom, Rowan finally managed to get back to the kitchen and think about dinner. It was getting late for the kids and he knew they would soon start to become agitated again and start bellowing for food. He grabbed a towel and threw it on his shoulder and then started preparing the ingredients. He was preparing veggie burgers made out of cous cous and chickpeas. The kids loved them. He was the one who cooked the most in the house since his hours were far more reliable and he had been doing his best to cook healthy meals, to Aelin displeasure as she complained that there were always far to many vegetables in his dishes. But she was okay with the kids following a healthy diet. Morrigan was pescatarian. The girl could not stand eating meat and last time Rowan had tried to give her beef or chicken, the poor girl had been sick all night. Whereas fish, she loved it and she was a happy veggie eater like her father. Dalamar would occasionally eat meat but with very little enthusiasms whereas Freyja was just like her mother. She would eat anything on her plate.

He was busy preparing the patties when he felt Aelin’s hand around his waist and a gentle kiss on his back.

“How the shift at the hospital?” He asked while finishing the patties and heating up the oil in the pan.

“Long.” She sighed against his chest “your dear wife might need some adult cuddling tonight.”

Rowan laughed and turned in her arms, throwing his towel on the counter. A deep kiss that, after seven years of marriage still made her toes curl. Aelin’s hands linked behind his neck and Rowan pushed her against the island and Aelin moaned in appreciation.

Until all hell broke loose.

The smoke alarm pierced the quiet of the room with its grating sound and when Aelin opened her eyes again she saw a quickly spreading fire behind Rowan.

“Rowan!” She shouted.

He turned quickly and looked for something to stop the fire but he was paralysed and he knew enough that water was not an option.

Aelin was already on the phone with the emergency services while Rowan grabbed another towel and tried to smother the fire with the only result of burning his hand.

“Ro, fire department is on its way.” She took his hand “a bad first degree burn.”

He was about to go and put it under the sink but Aelin stopped him.

At the deafening sound, the kids burst in the kitchen but Aelin pushed them away, taking Rowan with her “Come on kids let’s go back to the carpet.”

Morrigan and Dalamar went in their mother arms scared by the commotion. Freyja was standing just near the sofa looking at the fire in the kitchen in a daze.

Rowan noticed her and grabbed his daughter in his arms, ignoring the searing pain in his hand “That is dangerous.”

“It’s pretty.” Said the little girl.

It wasn’t long after that the fire department arrived.

A woman with blonde hair, who was clearly in charge gave some orders and the team had the fire out in no time.

“Is anyone hurt?” Asked her, joining the family in the living room.

“My husband. First degree burn on his hand.” Replied Aelin pointing at Rowan leaning against the back of the sofa.

The woman called over the radio for a paramedic and Rowan scoffed claiming that he did not need one but at Aelin glared at him and he shut up.

And while Morrigan and Dalamar were still on the carpet quite shaken by the ordeal, Freyja was moving toward the tall woman. She reached for the hem of her bunker gear and pulled, claiming attention.

“Hello little one.” Said the woman kneeling to be at eye level with the girl “There’s no more fire. We fixed it. You don’t have to be scared.”

Freyja pouted “I was not scared.”

The woman laughed and brushed her silver hair and the girl grinned.

“Are you a fire woman?” She asked, looking at the adult in front of her with deep admiration.

In that instant another woman and a man came through and gave her a report, the woman nodded and got back to the girl in front of her “Yes, I am.”

Freyja beamed “can I be a fire woman too?”

The fire captain placed her heavy hat on the girl’s head which was gigantic on her but Freyja shouted for her parents but Aelin was busy speaking to the man and her dad was in the capable hands of a paramedic who was tending to his hand.

“You can be anything you want to be.” Said the woman softly, taking her hat back then she stood and Freyja bent her head upwards to stare at the woman while she walked to her parents.

“There is some damage and you will have to replace the stove and probably paint the wall near it.” She explained “I would suggest to have a fire blanket and a small fire extinguisher for cooking oils. They can easily be found online and they are good to have in emergencies.”

“We will. Thank you so much.”

The woman nodded and left with her team, while the paramedic was finishing fixing up Rowan’s hand “Keep it clean and change the bandage regularly. There are ointments that you can use to help the healing process. If it gets worse make sure you go to the hospital.” Rowan looked at Aelin and grinned “thank you. My wife is an A&E doctor, I am sure she will keep me right.”

“That’s why she looks familiar. Western Isles hospital, isn’t it? You are Aelin.”

“Hi Sarah.”

Once the house was quiet again Aelin relaxed for a moment and Rowan went to Morrigan and Dalamar while Freyja was still staring at the door where the fire department had left.

“What is it, my love?”

Freyja turned at her mother’s voice, her face beaming with unbridled joy. They were all shaken by the evening, but her fierce girl was actually smiling.

“That was a fire woman.”

“Yes, my darling.”

“I want to be a fire woman too.”

Aelin crouched down to meet her daughter’s eyes and brushed some hair off her face “you can be anything you want to be, mo chridhe. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Freyja hugged her mother then ran to her father, sister and brother shouting that she was going to be a fire woman.

Rowan joined Aelin a moment later and pulled her to his chest “I am sorry.”

“For what?”

“I got distracted.”

Aelin lightly punched him in the chest “I am the one who distracted you.”

He sighed “we have no dinner.”

“I’ll phone mum and ask her if we can go to her place.”

Aelin disappeared and Rowan stood in the kitchen looking at the mess. The fire had quickly spread and a part of the counter was damaged too. Everything was covered in foam and wasn’t even sure if it was safe to use the oven. The patties lay like burned blobs at the side.

Aelin came back a moment later “mum is happy to have us. She is probably making dinner already.” She tugged her husband “let’s go, buzzard. We’ll think about it tomorrow.”

Once they finished getting the kids ready they went back to their room “So, Freyja wants to be a firefighter. She was staring at the fire in marvel and was amazed at seeing the two women firefighters.”

Rowan pulled Aelin to his chest “She is fearless like you. She has fire in her. I can totally see her become a badass firefighter.”

Aelin hugged him back in silence.

“She is our wee fireheart.”

Twelve years later, when Freyja finished her training at the fire academy and was assigned at the firehouse in Stornoway Aelin and Rowan happily looked back at that night knowing that it had changed the life of their daughter and were never happier of a fire in their house.

#island dreams #rowaelin #rowaelinkids #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #domestic fluff

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Unchained Part Two - Riddick

Description: When your crew captures Riddick, you risk letting him go. (And travel with him and now you’re attracted to a murderer. Fun times.)

Warnings/Labels: Language, Sexual Activities (Fingering), Riddick being Riddick.

Approx. Word Count: 3,300

A/N: GUYS! Look what I FINALLY did!!! I am too lazy and too excited to find a gif for this fic so just... live without one.\

Part One

You knew if he didn’t decide to kill you first, Riddick was going to drop you at the next planet, livable or not. He never said it, but you weren’t under any delusions about traveling together and honestly just hoped you’d get there sooner than later. The longer it took, the more chance he had to decide you weren’t worth keeping alive.

Unfortunately, shortly after he’d jettisoned the crew, alive or otherwise, into black space, you’d hit a bad storm. Navigation systems were cut and you both got knocked around pretty good. Parts of the ship were destroyed. Whole sectors had broken off. It was a wonder how you were both still alive.

The following day, you caught him trying to tend to an injury on his own back. You watched for a moment as a man made of pure muscle attempted to apply aid to a place he could not reach. The click of his jaw was the only indication that he was frustrated.

“Here,” you offered, entering the dark room and setting down the pile of clothes you’d collected for yourself on a nearby table. “Let me help.” You stood next to him and waited for his silent permission, his acceptance of your offer. He looked at you, melted silver eyes taking you in. His stare wasn’t predatory this time, rather curious and quizzical as he assessed you.

As you assumed, he didn’t say anything, simply handed you the rag in his hand as his command to proceed. You took it and moved behind him, straddling the same bench he was. He gave you one final look over his shoulder before turning away and letting you work.

The wound was mostly superficial with more bruising than anything. You used the rag to gently clean the area before applying a small amount of ointment to the bruised skin. Riddick was unmoving under your touch. He did not flinch nor relax into your hands, simply stayed still and silent in front of you as you worked on him. Your fingers lingered on his skin once you were done, tracing the hard muscle of his shoulders and you only removed them when he turned his head to you again and silently cocked an eyebrow at you.

When you pulled away, there was deep rumble of a “Thanks,” from him and you shuffled yourself out fairly quickly, not seeing the amused smirk he gave you.

Less than a day later, you docked at a station on a remote planet. You packed up your bag with everything that could fit inside and left the ship. You bartered with locals for a short while and tried to get your bearings and perhaps a plan.

When you returned to the ship an hour later, you’re not surprised to see it gone. What did surprise you, was a strong hand wrapping itself around your forearm and pulling you to the side. Riddick had come up behind you and led you to another ship, one he’d either bought somehow or, more likely, high jacked. This time you saw the slightest smirk on his lips as he watched the surprise on your face.

And now, a couple of months later, you’re still on that foreign ship traveling through space with your only companion being a cold-hearted murderer. And yet, as you stand in the cockpit staring out at an endless sky full of stars, you can’t help but think this is the most content you’ve been in a long time. You’ve been flittering around the galaxy, jumping planet to planet for supplies and having no responsibilities besides keeping the ship going, keeping yourself alive, and making sure Riddick doesn’t want to kill you. You actually spend less time looking over your shoulder now than you did traveling with mercs the last few years. Overall, it’s not a bad way of life.

There’s a chuckle behind you from Riddick who’s sitting in the pilot’s chair that he’s moved to the side of the control panel. You look over your shoulder at him with arms crossed over your chest. It’s quite amusing how casual and comfortable he looks there.

“Let me ask you something,” he says, hands folded in his lap as he watches you, ghost of a smile still on his mouth. “When you gonna stop taking everything you own off the ship every time we land?” You furrow your brow and act as though you don’t know what he’s talking about, which only makes him chuckle again. “You think I don’t see you packing up all the supplies you can carry every time we dock?” He tilts his head at you. “Like you’re not expecting to come back.” You press your lips together and turn around fully to face him.

“I thought you’d drop me the first chance you got,” you admit. “Never liked the idea of being unprepared. Second nature when you run with mercs.” You shrug and watch as Riddick carefully runs his tongue around the edge of his lower lip. His goggles mask his eyes, but you’ve picked up on his movements the last couple of months and judging by the small dip in his chin, he’s running his eyes over your body. It’s a gesture you’ve found you don’t mind much at all.

“Come here,” he tells you firmly, leaving little to no room for you to argue. You follow the command and step forward slowly, purposely stepping just off to the side of him. “Now why would I drop something as beautiful as you?” Soft words, but a dark voice. You have to physically repress the shiver that tickles down your spine. You suspect he sees the little roll in your shoulders as you uncross your arms.

“You don’t strike me as the kind of man to keep things around just because they’re pretty.” You slip your hands into your back pockets just so they’re not hanging at your sides. You ignore the way Riddick looks at you and the delightful chill that that crawls across your skin.

“Ahhh,” he sighs, still clearly entertained by the conversation. “But you have your uses, don’t you?” There’s a clear definition in his voice that implies more than flirtation and it both excites you and scares you.

“Well, I can sure as shit turn a ship better than you. That’s for sure,” you joke lightly, something in you not wanting to give in to his game so easily. He bites his lip and hums.

“By all means, take the helm,” he tells you. A wicked tilt comes over his mouth and you get the feeling he’s looking directly into your eyes. “I’ll enjoy the ride.”

A heat rises from your center and resonates up the skin of your neck. Skin tingles as you force yourself to breathe slowly, evenly. You toy with the idea of playing back with him, the danger of the fire so tempting and hard to resist. You wonder if you could get a rise out of him. Could you make him weak at the knees if you tried?

You’re still contemplating what you want when Riddick suddenly grabs you. Your heart jumps and adrenaline fills your veins instantly, but you’re not nearly quick enough to stop him. His wraps around your wrist first, yanking you forward and spinning you off balance. His other hand slips around the base of your throat and in a flurry of movement, he’s pulled you onto his lap, his chest pressing firmly to your back.

Your breath is shaky now as you attempt to stay completely still. Survival mode already kicked in, your body freezes in order to show no threat towards a wild animal. No sudden movements. No tensing of the muscles he might feel. Just slow breath and concentration.

It’s a near mirror image to the hold he had on you when you set him free and as you begin to calm down, you realize the hand around your throat isn’t squeezing. It’s cradling if anything. The fingers around your wrist aren’t holding firm anymore, but instead dancing around the sensitive skin. Riddick presses his nose into your neck and breathes deeply before moving his hand from your wrist to your hips. Using light pressure on your neck and a hard push on your hips, he drags you back along his lap, seating your ass on his crotch and pressing every inch of your back to him. There’s a sharp hiss of breath through your nose when you feel a rising hardness beneath you.

“I never thanked you.” You can feel his deep voice through his chest on your back. His hand slips off your neck and to your collar bone as his fingers at your hip slowly start to play with the waistband of your pants.

“You didn’t kill me.” Your voice is not nearly as steady as you hoped. His nose traces up your neck and you find yourself titling your head, letting him press behind your ear and travel back down again.

“That doesn’t seem like much of a thank you, does it?” he whispers darkly into your ear. “I think you deserve something a little more than that.” Another hiss of breath as his fingers pop open the button of your pants. Your hand instinctively darts out to stop him. He lets out a breathy laugh into the juncture of your neck, but his hand does still beneath yours.

You try to think, to weigh your options, but your mind is thick and foggy and Riddick’s mouth is opening against your skin. His teeth graze over you before his tongue gently licks at the heat on your neck. You repress a soft moan and your grip on his hand loosens. He takes your moment of haze to slip his knees between yours. With one swift motion, he uses his own knees to pull yours apart, spreading your legs and causing you to groan. He lets out a sigh as though he’s received some sort of relief through this.

“You have no idea how fucking good you smell,” he groans. None of this should turn you on. The cold-blooded killer telling you how you smell. The way he has you pinned open for him. The way his fingers are moving again to undo your pants. And yet, the only reason your thighs clench is because your body is desperate for friction.

Your hand rests on his wrist, no longer trying to stop him. You just need to touch him. Your other arm reaches up and behind you, your fingers gripping at the back of Riddick’s neck, pulling him closer. His lips are on the column of your throat again, sucking and licking at the thin, sensitive skin. Taking your moan as permission, his hand slides into your pants. He doesn’t bother playing with you through your panties and slips inside of them too, fingers going straight for your hot, bare center. Your fingers tighten around the back of his neck as his slip through your folds, back and forth, reveling in the feeling of your slick.

“So wet,” he mutters into your throat. “Such a pretty little pussy.” Your eyes close and focus on the heat building in you, the ache to feel something inside. The hand at your collarbone glides down into the neck of your shirt and again bypasses your undergarments. He cups your breast in his palm, gently squeezing before pinching your nipple. “I know how bad you’ve wanted it,” he tells you. “Walking around smelling like a bitch in heat.” Your hips involuntarily thrust forward, trying to encourage his fingers to push into you. He chuckles and uses his arm wrapped around your side to bring you back. “So needy.”

When he pulls you back, you feel his cock underneath you and without thinking, you grind down onto him. His hands still for a fraction of a moment and you swear you feel his hips threaten to push up to meet you. You take the moment and gather all the boldness you have left in you.

“Feels like I’m not the only one,” you tease, your throat dry and voice raspy. You grind down into him again and his fingers dig into your breast. You pull your neck from his mouth and crane to look over your shoulder at him. “Tell me you haven’t wanted it too.” You can’t see his eyes through the blackness of his goggles, but his lips are pressed together and they twitch when you press into his cock. You open your mouth to say something more, but his knees press on the insides of your legs, opening them up further and thrusts two fingers inside of you. He smiles at the way you groan and let your head fall back onto his shoulder.

His fingers are thick and strong, angling to reach deeply inside of you. Your body melts under his touch, your hands losing their grip on him entirely. He pushes his fingers into your only a few times, torturously slowly, and then holds them still, fingertips hovering just outside. You let out a quiet whimper.

“Take what you want,” he tells you, that black amusement filling his tone. Your hips move forward, but ultimately hesitate. “C’mon,” he encourages, voice coming down to a whisper as his fingers tease you. “Ride my hand.” It’s a command this time, one you’re obliged to follow. You rock your hips forward to his unmoving fingers and let them sink back into you. Your breaths are short and shallow as you bit back moans, slowly shifting your hips back and forth on him. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. Let me feel you make yourself cum.” You shift your hips and slip your hand underneath, palming at his cock. His hand is out of your shirt instantly, grabbing harshly at your wrist. “Uh-uh,” he scolds, pulling your hand back out and away from him. You huff in frustration. “Did I say you could do that?” You whimper again, soft and quiet before resuming your thrusts. “Good girl,” he purrs.

You give in to him, focus on your own pleasure like he wants. He keeps whispering dirty encouragement in your ear, holding you upright as you push your hips back and forth on his fingers. He curls his fingers in you, reaching a place high within you that makes your whole core shake. You can feel him smirk against you and does it again.

“Riddick,” you moan. There’s an implication of a request in there, verging on begging.

“What?” He curls his fingers again. “What do you want?” He takes your earlobe between his teeth and shivers cascade down your spine. You try to speak, but all that comes out is a choked sound. “What was that?” he teases. “Do you want something?”

“More. Please.”

“I do love hearing you beg.” The next time you pull away from his fingers, he offers a third for you take. You push forward more slowly this time, eyes rolling back into your head. You bite your lip, still trying to withhold your sounds of pleasure from him. “That’s it,” he coos. “Take it all.” He slowly starts moving his hand to meet your thrusts again. “Such a pretty little thing writhing on my hand like that.” He presses his palm against your clit. “Bet you’d look even better on my dick.” The very thought sends mini shockwaves through you and you arch into his hand. “Tight, wet pussy stretched around my dick.”

“Riddick,” you pant, trying to warn him about how close you are.

“Do it.” He forces his fingers deeper inside of you and circles his palm over your clit harder. “Cum on my fingers. Let me feel it.”

“Fuck,” you curse, your body starting to tense up. You’re on the edge, can feel yourself ready to go over. When he barely contains a groan in your ear and his hips involuntarily thrust up, his own pleasure rising into him, that’s when the coil in you snaps.

With a hiss, your whole body clenches and releases all at once. You can hear him breathe deeply underneath your moans and his body tenses beneath you, controlling himself. Your orgasm is a wave that washes over you and tries to drown you, blacking out your vision and dragging you down into a dark bliss. The only thing that pulls you back, is Riddick’s voice rumbling against your back.

“Good girl,” he says, holding onto you as you come back to him. You wince as he slowly pulls his fingers from you and out of your pants. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder again and when you hear him sucking, you open your eyes to see him licking your slick off of his fingers. He hums pleasantly. “Taste as good as you smell.” You let out an airy laugh and look away.

“Do I need to worry about you eating me when I sleep?” You mean it in the creepy way, in the peel your flesh from your bones, murder kind of way. He twists it though, pushes his still hard dick against you.

“You’d like it,” he assures with a dirty smile. He gives your thigh a quick slap. “Now get up.”

Your muscles are weak and your thighs shake as he finally lets your knees out of his hold. As you stand, you realize you’ve soaked through your panties and your pants, leaving a wet spot that’s sticky and starting to cool. When you turn to face Riddick, you’re unsurprised, but still slightly embarrassed to see that it was enough to leave a wet spot on his crotch too.

He looks so content and pleased with himself and if it wasn’t for the bulge in his pants, you’d think this is the most comfortable you’ve seen him. You find yourself staring a little too long and shuft your weight on your feet, trying to seem casual.

“I could help with that,” you say, trying to hide the desire that’s swelling back up inside of you. He chuckles.

“I’m good,” he says coolly. “That was your thank you.” You bite your lip and nod carefully.

“Remind me to save you more often,” you joke lightly, pleasantly surprised to see he’s amused by it. You decide to try one last time. “Or maybe there’s something I can thank you for.” You wish you could see his eyes, maybe get a hint as to what he’s thinking. He slowly stands up, reminding you just how strong he is, how tall and powerful he is as he practically glides to his feet. He approaches you, stalking into the space between you and tilts his head ever so slightly.

“You couldn’t handle me,” he warns. He reaches up and you have to resist that instinct to stop him again. His finger plays with a few strands of your hair idly. “I’d tear you apart.” Shit like that is supposed to terrify you. Instead, you actually lean into him and put your hands at his waistband.

“I can take it,” you tell him breathlessly, heart already starting to speed back up, body thrumming and nearly ready to go all over again. He scoffs and looks away from you for a moment.

“I don’t think so.” When he steps back, puts space between you, it feels like cold water rushing over you. Disappointment and emptiness fill the void and if it wasn’t for the way his touch lingered in your hair or the way he bit his lip, you’d feel rejection too. “You have a ship to steer,” he tells you. The teeth on his lip, the bulge still in his pants, the way little swagger in his step as he steps away all tell you he’s still playing a game. One that you are all too happy to keep up with.

“Yes, sir,” you tease, allowing him to walk out of the cockpit with no further argument.

This is far from over.

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