#that's the pain of 10. he heals and then gets cracked all the way back to the beginning

[metacrisisdoctor]

accidentally started writing some ninerose smut while working on my tentoorose smut.

#there is a link between tentoorose and ninerose that i really find fascinating #not just that tentoo is canonically more ninelike in some ways #but that once things slow down a little i think they'd talk more about when they first met #s2 it bridges so easily but i feel like even at the end nine didn't fully grasp how into him she was #(don't say that's an improvement) #as much as i LOVE ten/tentoo being made for her. she loved nine the way he was too #which is why idg why people get upset abt that's me when we first met etc #because are you misrememebring nine/ninerose or do u not think they were soft and good too? #bc if it's the latter why u even here #all he was saying is he's been thru a lot of trauma since doomsday #that's the pain of 10. he heals and then gets cracked all the way back to the beginning #but tentoo has a chance to heal again. because rose makes him better #just like he does her

[daegall]

☆ tiny mishap

➷ in which your very protective boyfriend interrogates you about a certain wound you have

pairing: (opla!)bf!zoro x reader

genre: fluff, slight crack, established relationship!AU

warnings: injuries, booze, mentions of self harm (it is assumed, but false) based off opla!zoro, but has chopper bc chopper <3

word count: 1.5k words

a/n: to my nct audience; LOL SORRY IF THIS CAME UP IN UR FEED AND YOU GOT CONFUSED 😇🙏 currently obssesed over one piece live action dude i physically cannot explain how much i love all the characters :( (esp koby and nami's character development!!!) anw ive been having a major zoro brainrot so :) enjoy!!!

You grumble and keep a hand to your cheek, shoulders slumped and sore, as you walk into the kitchen, in search of someone specific.

Chopper, your trusty nurse and adorable friend, of course. Who else would heal the cut on your face and bruises on your arm?

Hearing a little action going on in the kitchen, you can only assume is your captain Luffy, or Usopp, as they both are food lovers, after all.

"Hey, have you guys seen Chopper anywhe–"

However, once you make it inside the kitchen, you are shocked to see the person you've been avoiding this whole morning.

"Oh," You breathe out. A frown curls on your lips once you realize he's got a bottle of booze wrapped in his hand, bringing it up to his lips as he turns to gaze at you. "Damn it, I thought I hid those..."

Your boyfriend's got a nasty habit of drinking alcohol. Anytime he wanted. Bored? He's either napping, training, or drinking his stupid booze. Tired? Booze. Feeling happy or sad? Stupid booze.

You've been trying to stop him before he becomes 80% alcohol, but he's better at finding it than you are at hiding it.

"Morning," Zoro mumbles, as he puts his bottle down. "tried to hide these just like you've been hiding from me me all day?"

At his words, you look away, taking a step away from him. "I don't know what you're talking about,"

"Why are you holding your cheek?"

When your eyes flicker back at him, he's got a worried frown, a crease in his eyebrows some might mistake as anger, but you recognize it as care.

He cares for you, and you hate how soft it makes you.

"It's just... cold," You attempt to lie, rubbing at your skin. Bad idea, as you fail to stop your hiss of pain.

Zoro instantly walks towards you, his hands releasing his bottle of beer, and his swords, to raise it to your face. One hand hovers over your uncovered cheek, the other wrapping it's fingers around your wrist gently.

"Show me."

You still, not knowing what to do. You know you're gonna succumb to him anyway, so there's no need to put up a fight, but you can't help how stubborn you are.

So, you don't step away, but you don't lower your hand anyway.

"Y/N," Zoro says sternly.

"It's nothing, I swear, just a tiny... mishap,"

"Then show me,"

Despite his voice being so harsh, and his gaze just as much, you know this is all because he loves you. You can tell by the way his thumb softly runs over your skin, you can tell by the way he steps closer to observe further, you can tell by the way he doesn't force you. He trusts that you trust him, and you hate how it works on you every time.

"Do you at least have any bandages?"

With your tiny voice and small gaze up at him, Zoro knows you've given in.

"You know I always do,"

It's true. With the amount of fights he gets himself into, he has at least 2 packs on him. Also in case you scrape your knee or get a papercut. It's the small things he does that assure you he cares.

He finally releases his grip on your wrist, walking back to pick up his bottle of beer on the counter. Before he can even take a sip, however, you hop onto the counter in front of him, and snatch the bottle, shaking your head.

"It's 10 in the morning." You remind him sternly.

Zoro can't stop the tiny smirk on the corner of his lips, huffing. "Yeah, yeah,"

You know he loves you, he knows you love him too.

It's the tiny things like this that prove it. The way you try to make him a better man, the way you'd instantly take care of his wounds yourself, the way you shush the other crewmembers when he's napping. And unlike you, he loves how soft it makes him.

"Take your hand off now."

Though you have a disapproving look, and grimace, you comply, slowly lowering your hand from your cheek.

You look down at your lap once you hear his sharp intake of air, playing with the hem of your shirt.

Zoro can't take his eyes off the cut on your cheekbone, his heart sinking impossibly quickly, cracking when he sees a bruise right under the cut. "What the fuck happened?"

"It just... happened," You mumble weakly.

"Who did it?" Zoro'a voice, once again, is harsh, but you hear the shake in it, worry.

"...I did,"

You know he takes it the wrong way the next second, considering how you answered him, you would have skipped to conclusions yourself.

"You're harming yourself?!"

You interject immediently, reaching out to grab his wrist, "No! God, no, Zoro,"

You haven't said his name until now, and it still manages to send a wave of warmth over his body. The way you are so quick to reassure him, the way you lean into his warmth, how your skin rubs against his comfortingly, it all warms him inside. He's only ever felt warm with you, which is why he loves you so much.

"Then how did it happen?"

At his question, you frown again, but it's less serious than before, it's more of a pout, if anything.

"It's stupid."

"It's not stupid if you're getting hurt."

"You'll think it's stupid,"

"Our captain is Luffy, whatever you do can't be that bad."

Zoro waits patiently for your answer, taking out the band-aid from his pocket. His eyes shine with anticipation, no longer (that) angry, and you're glad he isn't as worried anymore. You hate making him worry.

"I..." You hesitate for a second, tearing your eyes away from his gaze. You decide that it doesn't matter if he laughs or not in the end, because he won't ever see you differently. He's your Zoro, and he'll always be by your side.

"You know how there was a storm last night?"

Your boyfriend's eyebrows raise at your words, and he nods silently, gently sticking the band-aid to your cheek. He blows on it, making sure it's secure.

"I fell off my bed and face planted onto the floor,"

At your words, Zoro completely freezes, his fingers grazing the skin of your jaw. You can't tell what he's quite feeling, as one, you didn't have the pride to look at him for more than 2 seconds, and two, he remains as emotionless as a rock.

"...Zoro?"

Suddenly, there's a sound. A strange sound that comes from him. It's unfamiliar, but... strangely warm. You come to a conclusion that Roronoa Zoro, your cold, stoic boyfriend, is laughing. He's laughing with his whole heart, eyes squinting as he finally smiles, the prettiest, most precious smile you have ever seen.

Zoro's forehead lands on your shoulder as he continues, an arm wrapping around your waist to secure you in place.

"Roronoa Zoro are you laughing at me?"

"N-no–" He snorts. How dare he lie to your face.

Although he did flat out lie to your face, it's endearing. His laugh and smile is new, comforting, and you swear your could listen to it your whole life and not complain.

"I-I'm not laughing at you, I promise!"

"Doesn't look like it," You huff out with a grumble, facing away from, attempting to hide the shy smile curling on your lips.

"N-nooo!" Zoro chuckles. A sudden warm feeling envelops not only your chin, but your whole entire being, as Zoro tilts your head back to him, your heart almost stopping at the sight of his charming grin.

He's grinning.

And it's all because of you.

You have to admit, you're proud of yourself.

"You're just... too adorable,"

"Roronoa Zoro, you're flirting with me now?!"

"Shhh!" He shushes you, though its playful, and loving, placing his index finger on your smiley lips.

You two sit there, alone and together, for minutes on end, unable to let the moment become a memory. Zoro resumes with patching you up, caressing the bruises on your arm comfortingly.

It's moments like these that make you realize just how special you are to Zoro, and just how special he is to you, because who else on planet earth would be able to get him to laugh thay hard, grin that much, and love you that much?

You'd crash into the floor a million times if it meant seeing Zoro's smile, you'd admit to any embarassing moment, if it meant having to hear his melodious laugh.

"You know," He breaks the peaceful silence, causing you to grow concious of how you were staring at him. To be fair, the both of you don't mind staring at each other. What's there to hide? You love him, he loves you.

"you could come nap with me if you want. I could keep you anchored to the bed so you don't fall out again."

Considering how much he valued his hours of sleep, and alone time, this is something big he asks you of, and you feel a sweet warmth stirr in you.

This time, you don't grow shy, or snarl at his sarcastic remark. Rather, you grin at your lover, reaching up to pinch his chin playfully. "You'd like that, huh?"

"Don't say you wouldn't,"

"And if I drag you down with me?"

Zoro shrugs, ruffling your bed-head. "We'll both get to laugh and patch each other up."

You reach up to peck his cheek, before hopping off the counter. "I'll take you up on that someday,"

#roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #zoro #one piece #one piece imagines #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro imagines #zoro imagines #one piece live action #opla #roronoa zoro live action #zoro live action

[bruciemilf]

I headcanon that Bruce, specifically Battinson, cries real easily.

Not only when he's sad; It's actually then when he doesn't cry at all. He cries when he's angry, when he's overstimulated, when he's dissapointed, when scolded and feels like he just let someone down.

Everyone in his life, friends, enemies, and something grey, know this about him. It never bleeds into the Batman, thought.

But it's a well known, universal fact, that every Gothamite knows as divine truth: Bruce Wayne is a crybaby.

Naturally, He cries when happy and proud, too.

Dick learns that when he's 10, and brings back a huge canvas he borrowed (stole) from art class.

The assignment was to illustrate what made them happy. He picked Bruce.

Imagine his surprise when his foster father bursts into tears, gives him a big wet kiss on the cheek, and dashes to his cave, " DON'T LOOK AT ME!"

"...Does he do that a lot?"

Alfred, who didn't even bat an eye, " Only all the time."

Jason learns that when he's 12, holding his favorite copy of Pride and Prejudice, which is DOG EARED. This is a hardback cover, damn it!

" B! How could you! Don't you know better? Are you gonna paint over the Mona Lisa, too?!Seriously,--"

Abruptly, he stops at the first drops of water. Bruce is avoiding his eyes, broad shoulders slouched down, hands fidgeting by his sides. Expression pinched and pained. "...Forgive me."

"Okay," Why does HIS voice sound wrecked and brittle? " I'm gonna go in the time-out corner. And I won't eat any sweets tonight."

" But you love sweets... "

"No sweets! Don't make me. I'll go to sleep with no TV either."

But what really gets to people? Bruce cries when he's embarassed.

"I gotta say, B, " Clark humming, seemingly ignorant to a rather concerning wound. A faint kryptonite nausea still persists, but nothing he can't avoid. " You really saved my behind out there. Good job."

It's obvious Bruce has a doctor's hands; His hands glide stitches confidently, without nervousness, without pause. Healing. That's what Bruce was, at his core.

Still, his heart beats wildly. "...I'm glad you're okay."

Clark, for one, Is delighted. "Are those emotions? Positive ones? Are we having a moment?"

" I did an adequate job. It was nothing special."

" Oh, that's bullshit. Come on, you were amazing! Did you see the guy's face when you blocked the bullet with your batarang? Breathtaking."

"Superman. Enough."

" No, -- listen. 20 guys get their hands on kryptonite and knock me out in 10 minutes. You had them beat in FIVE. Bruce, you were wonderful, --"

He stops immediately when a velvet voice cracks, " Clark,"

He worries that maybe he pushed too much. Forced his way instead of being welcomed. An apology is hot and ready on his lips.

But.

But that cowl only hides so much. That soft, dusty red flushes down to Bruce's chest. Pink skin glows red, shiny with tears, and skilled hands shake.

Clark's heart roars. He's so, so fond of this man.

" Oh, Bruce. Oh, baby."

He can't stop smiling as he listens to Bruce whining in his neck.

#YOUR HONOR. HE IS SO. MEOW MEOW #bruce wayne #battinson #dick grayson #jason todd #batdad #dc #dcu #clark kent #superbat #text #text post #batman #writing #writing prompt #btw only bc some ppl asked me if they could use some of my ideas -- everything is open!! id love to be tagged :D

[avocadoguru]

He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)

Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 10 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 11 (word count: 8k) -updated July 3rd

Harry had never cared less about appearing vulnerable to someone else. The amount of times Niall had seen him cry and cling to Y/N whilst whispering sweet nothings into her ear was well out of his comfort zone. But it didn’t even occur to him to mind.

It was like no one else existed.

Y/N was all that mattered. Her frail state that he could barely look at the first two days. Niall had told him not to, but he’d climbed next to her in the hospital bed. When he realized his friend was worried for his own injuries and that it would not affect his human, he completely disregarded his admonishments.

And Harry was aware that Niall had saved his life. He was lucky for such a friend as him and he would tell Niall as much once he got his mind in the right place. Once his human was up and talking and smiling again. But until then, he would sit by her side and talk to her, holding her hand and caressing her face, petting her hair. 

His own wounds would heal. He was okay but in pain, as his body had lost an almost fatal amount of blood. But he wasn’t thinking about that. He wasn’t worried about himself. He could endure the pain, the healing. He could endure the aftermath, his anger.

He’d not made his friend’s job easy. Niall had had to operate on him right there, next to Y/N, because he simply would not leave her sight. At Niall’s practice in the city, he set up two beds. One for Harry and one for Y/N. Lester helped aid him as much he could because time was of the essence with Harry. He was aware Y/N was too far gone to save but he did what he could in order to clean her up and close the wounds. Keeping her stable only prolonged the inevitable but Niall wouldn’t live with himself if he didn’t at least try. He knew it was of no use but he could stop her bleeding and get her to safety. That was all he could really offer.

For Harry, though. He was strong and could heal. He’d lost too much blood but he was a werewolf and his body would repair itself at a rate a human’s body would never be able to. So he cleaned and stitched, and stapled Harry’s wounds and broke him the news about his human. 

“No. She’s still alive. That means something. She’s not gone.”

“Harry…” Niall spoke softly and slowly knowing his friend had to hear the truth as awful as it was, “She’s not going to recover. I just want you to be prepared for this. Currently, her heart is still pumping but it’s getting weaker as the hours pass. Her lungs aren’t working and we’ve connected her to a ventilator so she can breathe but that just means her body is unable to function properly.”

He refused to believe she was dying. He was looking right at her, leaning over her body, his hands grasping her limp ones. She was only asleep. She was only unconscious and her body needed time. Just a little more time.

Niall went home every night to sleep in his own bed but he stayed with Harry as long as possible and he always returned the following morning with food for his friend.

He was worried about Harry. Not because of his injury, but because he wasn’t sure if Harry would be okay when Y/N’s body finally gave up. He was sure Harry would lose it. He was worried he’d go and get himself killed. The muttered words, “If she doesn’t come back to me I’m going to kill every fucking person that was involved,” told him as much. Niall was worried he’d lose his best friend.

The more time went on, the more desperate Harry became. While at first he’d just sat next to her bed, he’d ended up crawled next to her by the crack of dawn. If he barely could take in the sight of her at first, he was now scanning every inch of her as if to memorize her better. Barely daring to talk to her at first, he was now whispering right in her ear. Not for fear of being overheard. Again, he couldn’t give less of a fuck about how he appeared to Niall, Lester, or any of the nurses who came in during the night to check on Y/N. But as to be as gentle as possible with her, as to not startle her in her slumber, for he knew she was only asleep. 

He did hope she could hear him. Because he had a lot he wanted to tell her. Things he was desperate to get out, for fear he maybe wouldn’t get the chance to later on.

It wasn’t ideal, this wasn’t how he wanted this to happen. But he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “My love, please come back to me,” he murmured in her ear, not for the first time, not for the last time. “Please, I want to look into your pretty eyes again. Wish I’d told you how much I love your eyes before. I get so lost inside your eyes. Would you believe it? Or would you scoff and look away, thinking I was taking the piss? I don’t think you ever knew how far gone I was. I never showed you what you do to me. Not just my body, but my heart. Was too afraid to. Like a fucking coward. I wish I could take it back, wish I could show you just how much you’ve meant to me all along. Wish I could’ve seen your eyes when I first told you I loved you, no, when I sobbed it, when Niall brought us in and finally left us alone after he poked at my injuries for what felt like hours. It’s not that I didn’t want him to hear, hell, I’ll shout it from the rooftops. Mountain tops. I’ll howl it to the moon. I just… I wanted your ears to hear it first. I love you. You’re my mate. I’ve known from the start. I wish I could’ve told you. I wish there’d been a better way. Wish I’d been braver. Anything. Anything but this. Anything but you in this bed. Anything but you so weak and in pain, and–”

Harry buried his face in the crook of her neck and allowed himself to sob once more. He’d not cried since he was an infant, as children do, but he could physically feel his heart breaking. It was unbearable. If he held onto her tight enough, she couldn’t leave him. Right? 

“Everyone left. My parents. My brother. Don’t leave me too. Not when I finally found you. Not when you finally know. Not when I know that… you love me too… I know you do. Tell me you do, Y/N. Please. Please open those pretty eyes, and move those pouty lips and tell me. I swear I’ll not want for anything ever again. And if you don’t… That’s… that’s ok, too,” he sniffled, pulling away a bit and wiping his tears away from her skin. “Just wake up. If I’m wrong, and you don’t want to see me again, if… if seeing me was too much, is too much… I swear I’ll understand. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll get lost forever if that’s what you want. Just please… wake up. Please.”

On the morning of day three, Niall came in with bagels and fruit. And it was no surprise when he saw Harry sitting next to her in bed. After assessing the scene and finding that Y/N was still alive he greeted Harry, “Hey, morning.”

Harry turned to look at his friend and ticked his head in a nod before bringing his full attention back to Y/N as he continued speaking in whispers to her. Private confessions. Promises. Declarations. Apologies. Supplications. The sort of things one whispers to a loved one on their deathbed.

“Got bagels and some spreads. Some bananas and melon too. It’ll be over here if you’d like any,” Nialll placed the food on the table he’d been using to eat on next to the window. 

Harry was a little hungry. He hadn’t eaten all that much in the few days since the fight. He hadn’t really been that hungry. But his body was healing well and now it was asking for some sustenance. 

Lifting his head he turned to face Niall, “Yeah. I think I’ll eat,” he stood from his chair and walked to the table selecting his bagel and a packet of butter as Niall watched him closely, “What?”

“Just… I’m glad you’re eating first thing. That’s good news. You’re healing well I think-”

“I don’t give a fuck about me. I know I’m fine. That makes all this so much worse!” He gestured around the room.

Niall nodded, “Yeah. I know. I just mean, for me. You know? You’re my friend. I’m just glad, is all.”

Harry was chewing into the bagel as he nodded, keeping his eyes on his friend. Swallowing down his bite he looked across the room to Y/N then back to Niall, “You’re a great friend, Niall.”

Harry took his usual quick nap once he’d finished eating the bagel. He would stay up all night with his eyes on his mate to watch for anything. He refused to sleep since Niall wasn’t there to check on her. He couldn’t risk being asleep if anything happened to her and no one else could watch over her, even with an overnight nurse present in the practice in the doctor’s absence.

Niall hoped against hope that, somehow, she would wake up. That she would be okay so that his friend would also be okay. He knew it was just about impossible, but if she didn’t wake up Harry would get himself killed by trying to avenge her.

After the last patient had left and Niall was shutting everything down he heard Harry calling for him. Niall took a deep breath, imagining the worst as he turned into the room the pair were in.

But it was the opposite of what Niall had thought. The patient monitor was showing a stronger heartbeat and slightly higher blood pressure. He scratched his head as he looked at the vitals on the screen and immediately pulled his stethoscope over his ears and held her wrist as he placed the chest piece over her heart to check the stats for himself. 

He looked up at Harry who had an expectant, hopeful expression on his face.

But Niall was confused. How? He double-checked her heart rate and swallowed, “I… She’s getting stronger. But I don’t know what this means. Um, I should stay the night. We can take shifts-”

“No. You can sleep if you need to. I’m gonna stay right here with her,” Harry spoke as he looked over his human and took her hand into his, “You’re doing so good, Y/N.”

Niall put on a pot of coffee and continued monitoring her as Harry stayed by her side. But the night didn’t change her status. She still had a stronger heartbeat and that was good. But no improvements were notable by the time Niall laid down to shut his eyes for a bit. His friend was glued to Y/N’s side. 

After Niall had fallen asleep Harry paced the room a bit. His nerves were getting to him. She’d gotten stronger suddenly and Niall was surprised by that. The not knowing what was to come was hard. Harry was used to being in situations where he could pretty well foresee the outcome because he was the one calling the shots. But this was different. Y/N’s life hung in the balance and he had no way of forcing his hand in this. It was up to fate. To chance. 

When the sun slowly drizzled into the room, golden first light hues scattered over her face as Harry sat by her side. Even asleep she was beautiful. Even with a tube in her throat. With a bandage on her neck, scratches on her face. 

“Good morning, Y/N. Sun’s up. Where are you? Are you coming back today, my love?”

Seconds after Harry whispered his words the patient monitor sounded with an alarm and Harry stood up quickly to see what had caused it. Rapidly increased heart rate.

Niall was quick to jump out of bed and take over but before he could pick up his stethoscope she moved. Her neck turned and her brow furrowed and Harry inhaled a sharp breath as he watched his mate come back to life. 

Quickly snapping on his gloves, Niall carefully pulled the tube from her throat, “She’s breathing. Respiratory waveform is active. I may need to reintubate but she’s breathing!”

Harry didn’t know what Niall was talking about but he didn’t care. It was all good news to him. She was moving and wincing as the tube was pulled out. Once it was tossed to the side Y/N began to cough and her scratched throat and trachea sounded like she had laryngitis but Harry was smiling and his heart was pounding in his chest.

“Y/N!” He pulled her hand into his and squeezed as she slowly blinked her eyes open. When her vision cleared and Harry came into sight she startled and yanked her arm away from him, eyes wide and looking around the room. 

The smile fell from Harry’s face at her reaction to him but figured that was deserved. He was just happy she was with him. She was awake. She was alive.

Niall quickly adjusted the settings on the monitor so the alarms would stop and then he looked her over, “Y/N. You’re in my clinic right now. You’re recovering from an injury. Do you know who I am?”

She tried using her vocal cords but winced and coughed, “It’s okay. You don’t need to use your voice right now. You had a tube in your throat and you’ll be a bit sore and uncomfortable for a bit. Just nod or shake your head to answer.”

She nodded slowly and scrunched her face in pain.

“She’s hurting, Niall!” Harry spoke quickly. Her little body was in pain. He could tell.

Niall pulled an IV and inserted the appropriate amount of narcotic to put into her bloodstream to ease her pain, “I know, Harry. One thing at a time, man. She’s just becoming conscious.”

Harry could feel warm tears begin to fill his eyes and blur his vision but now that she was breathing, and looking around the room, he didn’t want her to see him falling apart. Now that she was back he knew he needed to stay strong for her. He quickly exited the room so he could let himself feel the sadness and joy heave from his body. He leaned into the wall and tilted his head back to look upward as he clutched over his pounding heart causing the tears to drip into his ears and on his neck. 

If Harry didn’t need Niall he’d have strangled him then and there when he re-entered the room after collecting himself and seeing Y/N was back asleep. 

“I had to sedate her! She was in too much pain!”

Harry kept it together upon hearing that. “But she will wake up again. Right?!”

“Absolutely. She’s… I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but she’s on the mend. She’s getting better. It’s only uphill from here, man. Listen, I know you wanted to talk to her… but she was struggling, I could tell. Another round of IVs and she should wake up way smoother next time. Plus, she’s breathing all on her own! Look!”

And Harry was looking. He’d not taken his eyes off of her. Niall had better been right about this, otherwise he’d never forgive himself the mistake of stepping out for the brief moment she was awake. But he didn’t want her to see him fall apart like that. He needed to be strong for her. Needed to reassure her. Brighten her up.

He hoped he hadn’t missed his shot.

*

Niall decided to sleep at the practice again that night, knowing Y/N would probably wake up and he wanted to be there to give her proper medical care and make sure Harry didn’t accidentally smother her back into a coma. He kept that thought to himself, along with his other suspicions regarding her sudden, and quite miraculous recovery, at that.

Instead, he tried distracting his friend who seemed even more impatient for her to wake up than before, “She’s a fighter, your Y/N.”

Harry couldn’t help but smile at that, ungluing his eyes from her frame. He sat on a chair on the side of her bed when Niall was in the room, mostly so he could prod at her freely. 

Niall was very pleased with her vitals. She was almost fully recovered, judging by all her stats. The bloodwork had come back almost impeccable. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was a scientific miracle. It kind of was, in a way. But Harry wasn’t questioning it at all. Maybe to him it didn’t seem like such a miracle, with all the pleading he’d been doing for her to get better, it was like all his prayers had been answered. He didn’t have the medical knowledge to grasp the uniqueness of the situation.

“She always has been, you know. Brave little thing.” He told Harry how she had gone looking for him that night and found Niall at his apartment and how he knew she didn’t buy his story about taking over the lease. He’d called Lester the very next morning to tell him that Y/N was concerned about Harry being missing and Lester told him that she was in danger and he was on his way. Lester knew not to trust Harry’s pack. He knew something wasn’t right. He’d been around long enough to know what was what in that world.

“And then Lester said that as he was leaving the house and saying goodbye to Alma, Edward growled and pounced on him to get him to wait and that’s when he shifted back. No one expected it but it happened. So Lester, Alma, and Edward all made the trip together because Edward wanted to help. Then I tried calling her and texting her so I could warn her but by then it was too late. And that’s when I found her apartment door open and her purse left behind.”

Y/N had been smart to go searching for Harry. If she hadn't, Niall might have not known he was missing because it wouldn’t be uncommon for Harry and Niall to go a week or two without talking. And both she and Harry might be dead at that moment if not for Lester and Niall’s intervention. 

Lester’s sway amongst the leaders of the packs was wide-reaching. He threatened to call on reinforcements if Harry’s pack didn’t offer a trial (which they weren’t going to at first). So, as grim as the current outcome had been, it would have been worse if Niall and Lester weren’t there to help.

But it had all started with Y/N. She’d been worried about him, even mad that he’d gone missing, again. 

Eventually, Niall left the room to nap in his office and Harry was once more alone with his little human. Knowing she was definitely going to wake up again now made him focus on how he was going to fix this mess. He wasn’t foolishly assuming she’d forgive him and want him back, even though he did know that she loved him too. He’d seen it in her eyes when he was about to fight that scumbag for his life. 

Be that as it may, he knew that didn’t equate to her wanting him in her life necessarily. What she’d witnessed was hard to accept. What he’d kept from her was hard to come to terms with. And she was fragile now. She needed space, he knew. But he wasn’t going to leave her out of his sight no matter how much she opposed it. He was going to bring her back home and assure her he would give her space, the space she needed to figure things out whilst recovering safely. 

He didn’t trust her alone at her own place. Sure, he’d earned their freedom from the pack but there were still loose ends he needed to trim. Like Irina. Harry hadn’t forgotten about her and her complicity in all of this. She was going to have to pay, too. But that was for later. For now, he was focusing on Y/N and her safety, and he didn’t trust his former pack, especially Irina, not to try and get to them again. They were conniving, double-crossing fiends, and even after earning his freedom fair and square he was still expecting some sort of retaliation. 

His plan was for them to move away for good as soon as she made a full recovery. Granted she still wanted him, of course. He had no plan for the eventuality that she would kick him to the curb. He couldn’t even ponder that option. 

But Lester’s offer was all the more appealing now. And he knew she loved it there on his farm too. Maybe that could be their new home. Anywhere she wanted. As long as they were together.

Just then, he felt her stir, and he climbed off the bed gently and sat on the chair next to her bed. He didn’t want to suffocate her with his proximity. Didn’t want to give her the impression that he was assuming anything. But he still held her hand, he just couldn’t let go. He didn’t need the monitor to feel her heartbeat pick up and know she was waking up, and he saw Niall approach from the corner of his eye, his watch alerting him of the changes on the monitor.

“She might be a little woozy ‘cause of the higher dose of painkillers I gave her. So don’t worry about that.”

Harry nodded and squeezed her hand in his gently, “Y/N? Are you awake, kitten? C’mon. Open those pretty eyes for us.”

And open them she did. Fluttering eyelashes gave way for her lovely irises in which Harry had feared he’d never see his reflection again. 

Both men smiled widely at her compliancy and Niall brought a tall tumbler of water to her lips, “Need to lubricate your throat a bit, Y/N; have a sip, please?”

She looked up at him and gave the faintest of nods, and he took it as his cue to hold the straw steady as she puckered her lips around it and began drinking out of the glass slowly. She winced at first, taking the first few gulps, her throat sore no doubt, but she finished the glass in its entirety which prompted Harry to squeeze her hand once more and coo, “Good girl.”

Her heart rate picked up a bit at that and Niall gave him a sly smile, but Harry was too enthralled watching his little human to notice. She rested her head back against the pillow, the strain in her neck keeping her head up getting to her. Niall fluffed the sides of her pillows a bit to give her even more support and smiled at her, “You’re doing so well, Y/N. You’re recovering beautifully. Would you mind trying to talk to us a bit? I know it’s a bit uncomfortable and your throat must still be sore, but I know someone is dying to hear your voice again.”

Harry kicked his friend in the ankle at that. He had no business putting that kind of pressure on her and Niall got the message loud and clear, but she seemed to miss the interaction altogether and opened up her mouth to try and get some words out. “How…” she frowned at the sound of her own groggy voice, and tried clearing her throat but it came out the same, “How long was I…?”

“A few days. Nothing major. Don’t worry about that. You’ve made a full recovery, so nothing to worry about whatsoever! You still have some scarring that will fade but I guarantee there will be no marks left to tell for them. And of course, you need to build your strength back, but at the pace you’re going, you should be on your feet as soon as tomorrow!”

Harry shot up his eyebrows to Niall’s statement as he watched him prod at her further, making her follow a small light he fished out of his breast pocket and then asking her more questions to assess her reflexes and awareness. Wasn’t that a bit too optimistic? He’d never heard of anyone making such a speedy recovery waking up from a coma. He didn’t want Niall to create false expectations for her.

“In fact, I’m discharging you today!”

Y/N was just as surprised as Harry to hear that she was going to be ok to leave so soon. She had no idea how long she’d been out of it exactly, but she disliked hospitals as much as the next person, so she was glad for it.

“Now… I know this is a sensitive subject, so I’m going to step out and leave you two to it, but I’m going to have to need you to tell me if you want me to send over a nurse to look after you for a day or two at home, or if you’re comfortable with nurse Harry over here,” Niall nudged over to his friend. “There’s really nothing special he needs to do, just make sure you take your meds on time and keep an eye on you, make sure you make no sudden movements, make sure you hydrate and feed yourself properly, you’re still going to need to sleep as much as possible so it’s easy to lose track of all that yourself.”

Y/N made to say something but stammered, trailing off and Niall took it as his cue to leave the room, but not before praising her for her recovery again, “You’re doing great, Y/N. I’m so happy to see you on the mend. Had us worried for a moment there, but you’re a fighter.” 

Harry watched his friend close the door behind him and then turned back to look at his little human and found her eyes already on him. He was still holding her hand, running his thumb over her skin in soft strokes all along, and he took one more look at the sight of her small hand in his before he removed himself in order to give her the space she needed to make the decision.

He looked back at her then and his heart soared at the sight. He didn’t know whether it was the drugs she was on, but the brazen look in her eyes and the way she didn’t shy away from his as she sometimes did had his own heart pounding against his ribcage. For the first time ever, he didn’t know how to approach her. She intimidated him. A feeling so foreign to him. He didn’t think anyone had ever made him look away, stare him down to the point where he had to break eye contact. Surely it was the guilt he felt, he reasoned. 

“Are you alright?” she whispered as to not strain her vocal cords. Her voice sounded more like her old self when she did that, she found.

Again, Harry felt his heartbeat pick up at her concern for him. “I am now. How are you feeling? Are you hurting?”

She shook her head slightly, “I feel fine. It’s like I just woke up from a deep sleep. But I remember the pain…” she winced at the thought, and Harry made to grab her hand in his again but stopped himself just short of.

Instead, she stretched her arm ever so slightly and grazed his hand with the back of her fingers. Both of them watched intently as their fingers intertwined. Harry couldn’t fight the urge to raise their conjoined hands to his lips and kiss hers. “I was so afraid I’d lost you,” he murmured against her soft skin, his brows furrowed and eyes shut tightly.

She understood all the different meanings to his statement and wanted to say the same. But she needed more time. She needed to clear her head a bit. But she also needed him, that she knew for sure. She didn’t want to go home without him. Not after she thought she was going to lose him, herself. No. She wanted him near. “So take me home, nurse Harry.” 

*

Y/N felt exhausted by the time Harry had brought her back to his house. He’d carried her all the way, to and from his car, and she could’ve sworn she felt his heart threatening to break free from his chest as she laid her head atop of it, in his arms. She’d never seen him drive that slow, avoiding every little pothole just so she could be as comfortable as possible for the small journey to his house. She knew they needed to talk and clear the air, but she didn’t have the energy for it quite yet. She was happy he was alive, and she allowed herself to bask in that feeling. 

She’d asked him to run her a bath, the sponge baths the nurses had been apparently giving her had left her sufficiently clean but she felt like she needed to really soak and preferably wash her hair too. Harry wasn’t too sure about that, though. He wanted to give her space, but this could be too dangerous for her still weakened state. He didn’t want to push it and suggest he get into the tub with her, but he told her he’d be standing by the whole time and wash her hair for her, and she agreed to it.

He tried looking away when she undressed, and he even helped her to an extent, but then he reasoned he needed to assess how her bruising and scarring was developing. He was pleasantly surprised to see her skin was barely tainted.

And Y/N was very aware of his eyes on her, on the way his blood quickened in his veins, could almost guarantee he’d stiffened in his pants at the sight of her bare body before him, but she couldn’t act on it as much as her own body was responding to their closeness. She needed time. Her body needed time, too, not just her heart and her mind.

He helped her climb into the tub and sink into the perfectly warm water and Harry sat on the floor next to it and leaned on the margin, looking at her through bubbles, content to have her safe in his presence. Content to know she wasn’t in any pain. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky. It seemed like a miracle that she was awake, let alone able to do all this so rapidly. 

But he didn’t want to tell her how close he’d been to losing her. Didn’t want to tell her how worried Niall had been and adamant she wasn’t going to wake up. Didn’t want to tell her that he’d been prepping himself for losing her for good, telling her all he had weighing heavy on his heart.

They sat in silence, and it was perfect. She was there. She was alive and well. And she’d not told him to get lost. His heart was hopeful.

Eventually, he helped her wash her hair, sitting on the edge of the tub behind her. He was extra gentle, and she hummed deeply at how good it must’ve felt. He was happy he could make her feel better, in any way.

And later, when she let him dress her in one of his shirts to bed, his heart soared. He wanted so badly to kiss her, just a soft peck. Just to be close, and communicate how he felt. But he wouldn’t push it. Her hair was still damp but the look in her eyes had gone soft and hazy, and he knew her energy was running low. He gave her her meds and helped her in bed, and then stood there stupidly, unsure what to do.

“Are you not tired?”

He nodded. He was exhausted. He’d barely slept for all those days, and he was still recuperating himself from fatal injuries. Of course, being a werewolf, his recovery was expedited, but he still felt weak. Above his physical injuries though was his mental exhaustion. He’d worried so much for her that he was now feeling it all catch up to him. 

“Will you hold me, then? I know you’re injured, too, so only if–”

She didn’t even have time to finish that sentence before Harry was undressing and climbing into bed behind her. He’d kept his boxers on- again, boundaries. But he tentatively reached for her soft body and pulled her into his chest, holding her to him.

Her own hands grabbed on to his arm and she nuzzled closer against him as he spooned her, “I just know I couldn’t fall asleep without your scent all around me,” she mumbled, already so close to falling asleep.

He’d not had time to shower himself that day, so hopefully it wasn’t off-putting for her. But he’d get that done in the morning. As well as cook for them, his appetite was growing now that all was well in the world again. And, well, he’d have to do something about the erection he was trying to keep from pressing into her. He was determined to give her the space she needed and that meant keeping his urges at bay. 

He was so happy she was in his arms, he felt like crying from happiness. It was hard refraining from smothering her in his affections when she was right there, pressed against his chest.

“Oh…” she gasped softly. “Is that… are you purring?”

Harry froze and immediately stopped, “‘m sorry, thought you’d fallen asleep…”

“No, no. Don’t stop. I like it. Please keep doing it?”

Harry didn’t even have to force himself to, just hearing her asking him to purr had him doing so naturally. It felt incredible to be able to do so freely, after having to hide it from her for so long. His natural reaction to her proximity when he felt happy and warm and fuzzy. 

She giggled. Harry smiled widely at the feel of her trembling in delight in his arms, and it spurred him further, tightening his arms around her a bit more, still careful not to harm her in any way though. “This feels amazing…” she trailed off, drifting into unconsciousness. Harry agreed wholeheartedly.

*

Harry had woken her up at around 6am to give her her meds, then before she could drift back to sleep he told her he’d be stepping out very briefly in the morning to restock their fridge so he could cook something for them, as promised, making a point out of how he’d be back before she’d even wake up but in case she needed anything, anything at all, she was to call him ASAP. 

But she was feeling fine, in fact, she’d used the bathroom before going back to sleep all on her own, no need for him to help her to the ensuite, she was just very tired still.

So when she woke up later, she didn’t really need to go downstairs and check to know that Harry was not back yet. In fact, he’d probably just left since his scent was still lingering pretty heavily around her. Plus she couldn’t smell any cooking taking place.

Still, just to be sure, she got out of bed and decided to go inspect. She was feeling… surprisingly fresh and reinvigorated. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d woken up so well-rested. She couldn’t believe she’d suffered any injuries, she was feeling fine. More than fine. 

Strange.

But she wasn’t gonna complain about it. She did feel hungry though, so she was hoping Harry would be back soon from grocery shopping and she was determined to convince him to let her help. She had a burst of energy and couldn’t imagine being made to lay in bed for one more day.

She still felt like this house had way too many rooms. Was way too big. Who needed all this space?! She liked it, she really did, but she much preferred the cosiness of her own home. That was probably what was wrong with it, this just felt like a house, not like a home.

It hadn’t been lived in all that long, to be sure. But still. Passing by a spare guest room she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She furrowed her brows, following the overwhelming scent she was picking up on, coming from that room.

She’d expected it to be a laundry room with the kind of scent she was picking up on, but there were no hampers lying around the room. It all smelled of brand new furniture, except for one specific chest of drawers. 

Approaching it, she reluctantly opened up the uppermost drawer, on a whim. 

Her eyes rounded in shock. She gingerly picked one of the several pairs of panties. Not just any panties, but her very own. Her very own used panties. 

She dropped them back and took a step back, incredulous laughter escaping her lips that she then covered, still in shock. “...Holy shit!”

Maybe she should’ve found it repulsive, she reasoned, but to her dismay she found this was turning her on for some reason. She didn’t know what it was about her discovery, but it awakened something in her, something very… primal. 

But she didn’t really have time to contemplate this when she heard the faint sound of a car door. The huge, semi furnished house must’ve had quite the echo if she could hear him out front when she was on the other side of the house entirely.

Nonetheless, she decided to bring it up later, use it to her advantage somehow, the idea sending a thrill through her body.

For now, she needed to eat. She was truly ravenous. 

She made her way into the kitchen, just in time for Harry to emerge with the groceries. He was being very careful and quiet in his movements, but she noticed him rush to the kitchen after he’d entered the house, almost as if he knew she’d be there.

“What are you doing here!?”

She shrugged, “Waiting for you. I’m hungry, you said you’d be quick.”

Harry didn’t know whether to be annoyed or glad. He was happy she was feeling good enough to get out of bed, happy she was hungry, but he’d told her to take it easy. “I told you to call if you needed something!”

“Why? I knew you were probably on your way back, and I don’t exactly need anything. But you’re letting me help.”

Harry placed the groceries on the island, taking her in. She was quite sassy all of a sudden. Again, there was something about the way she was looking at him. Something was just… different. Like she was challenging him, more than before. She was never the meek and obedient kind, and that’s one of the things he liked about her, but now… she’d amped it up a notch. Or two.

And he liked it.

“Is that so?”

She nodded. “Are we making eggs benedict?”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, his lips quirking up in a smile. “I am. You’re gonna wait on the couch all snuggled up.”

Y/N frowned, “But I’m tired of lying around! How long was I even out for, I feel like my muscles need a good stretch! Could we go for a swim later? Besides, you went for a jog yourself, don’t be selfish!”

Harry was taking all of this in, trying to process what she was saying. He wasn’t all that familiar with human recovery, but this sounded out of the ordinary, even to him.

“It was just a quick run before I headed out. I’ll have to check with Niall and see if he approves. He told me to make sure you take it easy.”

“Yeah, nurse Harry, I remember. But surely swimming isn’t too strenuous… I just wanna stretch my limbs a bit.”

Harry had a different idea as to how he could help her with that but he kept it to himself. For now. Especially with how he was certain he could smell hints of arousal on her. But he knew he couldn’t dream of pursuing that idea until they had a serious talk about what had happened. And he was waiting for her to initiate that conversation. For now, he had to burn off his pent-up energy by doing things out of character, like jogging. He would’ve skipped it had he known she’d be up so soon. For as long as he’d known her, Y/N had never been a morning person. And now especially, she should’ve been still in bed, recovering. But it was barely 9am and here she was, giving him lip that early in the morning.

“I just don’t know where,” she mumbled while she started unpacking the groceries. “Can’t exactly go back to the preserve…”

Harry furrowed his brows even deeper watching her unpack the groceries. His mind was racing, trying to make sense of it all. “How did you know I was planning on eggs benedict?”

Y/N shrugged, “Guess I had a hunch? Oh, crap. The hollandaise is dripping!”

Harry approached her side to inspect the jar, luckily not much had dribbled down the side of it, “Yeah, I opened it up to check if it was any good otherwise I’d have had to make it from scratch. The lid must’ve unscrewed on the way here…”

Part of him wondered if she’d smelled the sauce, and that’s what had given it away, but there was no way she could smell that tiny bit that had dribbled out of the jar. He could smell it now, of course, being as close as he was to the opened bag, but had he been able to get a whiff of it earlier he’d have secured the lid in place.

Y/N was having a hard time with him so close to her. He smelled delicious, all manly after his jog. She felt like burying her nose into his neck and forgetting all about breakfast. Suddenly she had a different appetite that needed sating. And then there was the tiny detail about him collecting her discarded panties…

No sooner did she finish even thinking about that, that Harry pulled away as if electrocuted and she watched him take a few tentative steps back. “What’s wrong?”

“I just remembered I’m long overdue a shower, I must reek. I’ll be quick, please don’t start without me, alright? Turn on the TV or something, sit.”

She rolled her eyes and watched him rush for the staircase. Fine. She’d wait. 

Harry had not allowed himself any reprieve since this whole nightmare had started. The first good night’s sleep he’d gotten was that very night, with Y/N safe and sound in his arms, in his bed. The jog earlier that morning was meant to help him blow off some steam, but Y/N’s proximity was making it very hard for him to ignore his urges, especially when he most definitely smelled hints of arousal on her.

He was determined to keep it in check for her sake, and aside from the fact that he really did need to shower, quite desperately so, he was also going to jerk off to clear his head a bit.

He came way too fast, and very hard since he’d not released in over a week. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d gone so long without. Probably not since he’d first masturbated as a teenager, which was saying something. But it left him unsatisfied. He needed more. He huffed his frustration but then heard a loud knock on the ensuite door. He turned the shower off so he could hear her properly, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“You tell me! It sounded like you were in pain, are you alright?!” a very distraught Y/N could be heard from the other side. Harry frowned. Surely he hadn’t been that loud when he came. And the water should’ve muffled it. 

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine.” He quickly grabbed a towel, placing it around his hips and holding it together in his fist as he emerged from the ensuite, taking in the distressed look on her face.

But her look of distress quickly morphed into something else. He could visibly see her eyes darken as she unashamedly scanned him head to toe, her hungry gaze following the path the water droplets were making on their way down his body.

She took a step closer, then, to his surprise. He was already hardening again just taking in her own body’s response to his. And Harry definitely noticed the way her eyes widened when they reached the way he was tenting his towel, even held snug around his hips as it was.

And he could definitely smell her arousal, too. She must’ve been dripping with how potent it was. Harry was in limbo, frozen in place waiting for her to do something, anything. He knew she desperately wanted him, just as much as he wanted her, but he wasn’t going to push her. Not when he knew there was so much to–

His throat went dry immediately when her eyes traveled back up to meet his. Her eyes. It couldn’t be…

“I, uh, I forgot something in the car! Be right back!” he stammered, clutching his towel tightly as he made his way downstairs in a rush, all wet and slippery on the marble floor.

He not only went outside, but surpassed his car parked out front, and instead circled the property all the way to the furthermost corner of the expansive garden. He’d made sure to grab his phone first from the kitchen island where he’d left it, and dialed Niall’s number as soon as he was as far away from the house as he could get, given his state of undress.

An amused voice sounded from the other end when Niall finally picked up, “So… did you figure it out, yet?”

Chapter 12

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STORMLIGHT ARCHIVE AU MASTERLIST

List will be updated with links if/when AUs develop For my Star Wars AU Masterlist: Please See Here As always, people are more than welcome to play with any of these ideas! just please link back to me so I can see! Seriously if you want to write stuff in any form with ideas from any of these aus I will love you forever! 1 to 20: Words of Radiance AUS 21 to 30: Non Words of Radiance AUs (note: these might also be WOR AUs) 31 to 40: Post Winds and Truth Wild Speculation (that may or may not also be a WOR AU)

1 to 20 Words of Radiance AUS

[EDIT, Previous #1 Now #28]

2. High oath Hesina willshaper aus. This is actually many many AUs because the "Mom??" Reveal is great in all contexts. Concept, WOK Era Outline

3. Renarin asks Kaladin for help with radiant stuff during WOR. Secret training. Everyone thinks they're fucking. Chapter 1 and Outline/Meta

4. Elhokar drunk orders kaladin to bedchambers, begs for help keeping away nighmare creatures. Kaladin nearly kills him before scary spren realization, then goes into serious radiant mode when syl gets ambiguously concerned. Everyone thinks they're fucking.[Note: I might be too easily entertained by this trope]. Kaladin is deeply pained by this but also has  people saving thing and really doesnt want to reveal the radiant thing to the whole camp. Earlier third oath. Eventual fucking optional, see above au, except with a bit more pity than vibeing for option a.

5. Crack. AUs 3, 4, and 9 at same time so people just think Kaladin is the Kholin Rhysadium. Bridge 4 offers government overthrow if he's being pressured. kaladin assures them that's not it. Now people keep trying to high five him. Kaladin with head in hands while Moash snarks over his shoulder "you know when i said fuck the lighteyed i didn't -" Kaladin definitely asexual in this one.

6. Hessenia and lirin come to shattered planes, shocked/thrilled/emotional to find kaladin. Bridge 4 desperately trying to get approval of [bugs bunny meme our] parents. Lirin reluctantly adopting renarin who wants to learn about healing now for some reason. Blackthorn surgeon mutual loathing/ jealousy son swap hilarity. Lirin is having a time. 

7. Kaladin wasn’t on guard duty the night of szeth arrival. Still warned by syl about assassin, but has to dead sprint while glowing to get across camp fast enough, soft reveal to anyone outside. Only barely figures out wall running on the way over to crash in window just in time. Szeth freaks out and runs away after very short, mildly anticlimatic interaction. And now Kaladin has to deal with Everyone.

8. Kaladin further along in powers during initial szeth fight. Battle of champions degrading to slap fight when they run out of stormlight and get stuck on the plains. Concept/ Ask, Funny Severed Leg

9. Manufactured rumors about adolin/ kaladin. Effective political mudslinging for most of WOR. Shallan plays up things about her relationship with Jasnah to be a more appealing beard. [Previous #9 Is Now #33]

10. Kaladin has a meltdown in prison, breaks out of his cell. Just a little bit more stormlight...Shouts of alarm. Aaah glowing Assassin in white! Kaladin panics more. Adolin handles the situation like a champ. Kaladin maybe briefly kidnaps him.

11. Nale goes after kaladin instead of lift. Ohhh so many thoughts for parallels.

12. Syl immediately dive bombs pattern when kaladin and shallan meet. Really early radiant reveal but just to each other. Kaladin does not trust her but doesn't want to reveal his own status so just watches her super intensely...since she's also constantly watching him too, yes, this gets misinterpreted. See au 3 through 5 but more discreet. Veil is the one draggng him from the barracks for late night 'training sessions' [these are actually training sessions but veil flirts outrageously with kaladin when anyones in earshot. So.] that distracts things a bit.

13. Adolin, suspicious after the Assassin in White fight, was secretly following kaladin at night. Sees him step off a ledge into a chasm (I just reread the section and was like?! You glanced over your shoulder once?!). Adolin spends the whole night stewing in regret, anger, grief, guilt (I was there. I could have yelled. Should have done something. I didn't realize...I didn't know. I didn't know anything). Next morning Kaladin is on guard duty and adolin flips his shit, suddenly remembering that the whole reason he was suspicious of this guy was because he inexplicably survived a several hundred foot drop.

14. Kaladin barely manages to hold it together just long enough to out himself as radiant right after prison. Part One, Part two

15. Kaladin does NOT hold it together after getting arrested.

16. Kaladin swears third oath early. Next few weeks involve a lot of hiding glowing bridgeman squire antics and gaslighting people about kaladin's intermittently light eyes.

17. In the initial confrontation with Szeth, Kaladin pushes a bit harder about the radiants being back, Szeth spirals a bit more, crashing realization that he isn't truthless...

17a.  Earlier radiant reveal: szeth surrenders the honor blade and then immediately collapses into the ground. Kaladin drags him and the blade upstairs. Has to reveal himself now because 1) kaladin what the fuck how and 2) the assassin is mumbling about radiants. 17b ANGST: szeth surrenders the honor blade and immediately kills himself with kaladin's weapons. Kaladin takes honorblade, collapses on way back because it's draining his stormlight, maybe messing with sylbond. When he wakes up hes injured, surrounded by lighteyes and a handful of his men...handles it badly because Very Specific Shardblade Winning Trauma. Crazy two nickles moment. Downside: cries a lot in front of people he'd rather not have cried in front of. Upside: dalinar believes him about amaram now. Public windrunner powers, but obscured Radiant reveal because glowing assassin sword is very clearly granting magic powers. Weird interactions of honorblade bond and nahel bond. Lot of interesting fallout from Dalinar having his very own Mystical Assassin now.

18. Kaladin sends Syl to spy on the 'horneater princess', one sided radiant discovery. When she sends pattern to spy on bridgeboy, he somehow notices. Shallan does not handle it well. 

19. Something something people put together all the impossible stuff Kaladin's done with all the impossible stuff the Blackthorn did as a youth, combined with one of bridge four drunkenly talking about their best theories for the Captains 'mysterious backstory,' combined with Dalinar literally calling Kaladin son and seemingly overnight the warcamps are convinced that Kaladin is Dalinar's bastard child.

20. (COLLABORATIVE with @gnecrognomicon) Instead of being thrown in prison, Elhokar orders Kaladin be strung up for the Stormfather's judgement. Part One, Part Two

21 to 30 Non Words of Radiance AUs

22. Way of kings au where the beggars of alethkar are rounded up for the war effort. Jezrian, of course, ends up on bridge four.

23. Kaladin time travel au to way of kings only the transition is a bit like a spren going through the cognitive to material realm transfer. Not all there. Heartwarming bridge four bonding slightly to the left - sure the mans crazy but he just looks so...disappointed when we dont help with the injured, and he shares his food like an idiot. How does someone seven foot tall and stronger than a chull make axehound pup eyes. We're not following him though. He's not our lead - holy heralds balls is he glowing??  Bit more of a symbol than a friend, but a symbol that you take turns holding at night because he has such bad nightmares and also hes clingy. 

24. COLLABORATIVE / stone soup with @sweetteaanddragons : adolin and kaladin time travel to way of kings. Kaldin brooding about how to escape AND save all his men AND the world until adolin barges in and buys everyone. 

'Thank the almighty,' Kaladin thought with almost painful relief, watching Adolin argue haughtily with a growing swarm of Thadeus's lighteyes. 'I never thought I'd actually appreciate having a rich friend.' He would, of course, rather die than admit this. "I had it handled," he growled, when the two finally managed to speak inconspicuously, each weaving amongst a thousand confused former bridgeman, speaking quietly with several, until they were able to meet in the middle with reasonable subtlety, all things considered. "That's great, Kal," Adolin said cheerfully, clearly not buying a word. "Say, how would you feel about doing some, you know..." He waved a hand, earning a raised eyebrow from Kaladin. "Glowy stuff for my Father," his voice dropped from a subtle hush to a slightly conspicuous whisper. "So he doesn't disinherit me. I did not have permission for this."  Both pairs of eyes flicked to the side, the Blackthorn's towering figure approaching like a Stormwall. "Uh. Sooner rather than later perhaps."

26. Oathbringer/row au. Adolin doesn’t kill sadeus. Mostly just excuse to dunk on Sadeus for trading one (1) shardblade for mythical warrior who can make his own shardblade. oh look more of your former slaves are glowing now. and THEY make shardblades too!

27. Elhokar and Kaladin time travel from Elhokar's death in oathbringer to way of kings. Part one, Part Two

27B. Elhokar solo time travels back from Oathbringer death to Way of Kings

28. Moash tells kaladin about beef with elokhar early. This derails the entire plot of the series. [EDIT, This au was previously #1, before I abruptly realized it was WOK, Not WOR]

31 to 40 Post Winds and Truth Wild Speculation

31. Szeth kaladin pity fuck time travel au words of radiance. Bridge four roasts the shit out of kaladin. Kaladin is doing everything in his power to avoid implying "knowledge of future" which makes the timeline of their relationship deeply confusing.

32. Szeth kaladin time travel au post book 5, they get their memories back in the high storm right before canon first meeting. Szeth sort of stumbles in, halfheartedly attempting a confused assassination.

33. [EDIT: Previously AU Number 9] Kaladin time travel back to wor, book 5 gone wrong. Deeply terrifying from outsider pov. Captain of the Kholin guard, bridgefour leader, is suddenly Full fourth oath windrunner talking about how humans are the voidbringers, they actually need to support the parshendi in bringing one last controlled desolation, and then kill the heralds and also god. Don't worry not our god. Different god. Our god is already dead. If someone else travels back with him then it swings around to a lil bit funny.

34. Post winds and truth, pre sunlit man, crossover with the twilight of mistborn era 2 (i think the cosmere timeline could make sense but if not, oh well). Kaladin gets a boon from his god(s). Requests to learn more about mental health. Has to go to another planet to do so, because mental health research on Roshar sucks. Scadrial's god seems (relatively) friendly and their planet has developed antidepressants AND wellness seminars. Shenanigans with Very Old Wax and the gang.

35. Jasnah, Dalinar, and Renarin (surviving Kholin Radiants) travel from End of World to right after Gavilar's death. Crack. Outline

All of the above (plus other fandoms if you keep scrolling back) will be tagged with 'my au' The above, plus my canon stormlight and other cosmere meta, technically canon compliant fanfic drabbles, or other things that i've written but don't fit in an au will be tagged 'nevertheless cosmere'

#Stormlight archive #My au #Kaladin stormblessed #Stormlight fanfic #words of radiance #Nevertheless writing #stormlight au #way of kings #oathbringer #rhythm of war #cosmere #nevertheless cosmere

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

What if main 10 Skeletons trip but S/O catches them before they hit the ground? (Srry Willow's back (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠))

Undertale Sans - Well that's embarrassing. Sans instinctively teleported but didn't plan you grabbing him in the operation. You're both stuck inside the living room wall on top of each other. You have a wonderful view of his ass, but also you can't move at all. You have to wait two long hours before Papyrus comes to your rescue and lectures you like children.

Undertale Papyrus - He plays it cool like it's totally what was supposed to happen. He's not embarrassed or anything you know. He coughs loudly then continues on his way with confidence, only to faceplants into the wall he didn't see in front of him. You can't hold back your chuckle. Papyrus decides to make a tactical retreat and jumps by the window.

Underswap Sans - He blinks at you in shock. Yeah, so, you warned him it was a bad idea to go on the roof to fix something, and he didn't listen to you. Then he slipped and fell, only to fall in your arms like a princess. He's a bit shaken but clearly too proud to recognize he was wrong though. And you know what, he's going on the roof again! As soon as he says that, you refuse to let him down and carry him inside as he screams and trashes around. He's not getting out again.

Underswap Papyrus - He's not surprised, it happens all the time. He's thankful you helped him avoid another injury. He stands up to hug you, trips again and faceplants right next to you. ... Ah.

Underfell Sans - He immediately tries to flee your hands lol. He could do that himself, he absolutely didn't need your help in the first place, what do you think you're doing? He quickly exits the room, carefully avoiding to meet your eyes, to go hide somewhere. Wet cat.

Underfell Papyrus - He blushes furiously and it's getting worse by the second. He's struggling to hide he actually liked that a lot but also, he has a reputation to hold. He decides to quickly stand up and immediately acts like nothing happened. He keeps giving you awkward side eyes through the day though, just to make sure you're not mocking him.

Horrortale Sans - He stops purring for a second, confused about what's going on, and since he's not dead, he starts purring again. Nothing could disturb the purring. You let him sit on his butt and then help him to stand. Oak doesn't mind. He's falling all the time, so it's not that bad. Actually, since he's on his knees, he takes advantage of the situation to headbutt you like a big cat.

Horrortale Papyrus - He whimpers painfully as you grab his spine to prevent him from falling. You quickly help him to sit down as he takes deep breaths to calm the pain, but you know it's bad. You feel guilty, but you actually prevent a much worse injury so Willow is actually quite thankful even though he can't really show it right now. You call Toriel for an emergency healing session.

Swapfell Sans - You grab him by the pants instinctively. His pants crack in your arms and then fall pathetically on his feet. Nox stays silent for long minutes, not wanting to even move. If he doesn't move, surely you won't notice his Dora the Explorer trunks. It's not his fault he can only wear children-sized trunks. You both decide to never talk about this ever again.

Swapfell Papyrus - He screams to let him go because he's a lost cause. You say he's not going before he gives you back the chocolate cake he stole in the fridge. He says he ate it already. You let go and let him fall down the stairs and go to your room to pout. Rus doesn't care as long as his stomach is full.

Fellswap Gold Sans - You scare him when you grab him and so he instinctively reverses the situation by pulling you above his head and brutally slamming you on the floor. He feels bad about it, but not that much. Clearly, you need to work more on your survival instincts. He refuses to say he was about to fall, it was clearly his plan all along.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He instinctively grabs your legs as well to save himself as you try to pull him back. It ends with him dragging you in his fall and you both end on the floor like losers. Coffee hugs you closer so you don't get mad at him.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[olivia091108]

how to be a jackass Introduction

Word count:1.k

Tonight I’m going out with my sister and her boyfriend because apparently ‘I need to get a a life’ which I think is kinda rude but the only reason she’s saying that is because her and her boyfriend are thinking of moving out together but I don’t know anyone around town and she doesn’t think I’m responsible. She’s right

“Are you kidding me we need to leave in a half hour and your still in your pyjama’s chop chop”she claps her hands in my face.

She can get quite stressed when it comes to me I wasn’t the easiest to grow up with I was a bit of a hothead we both have a few stories from tell of our fights which she still has a scar form that she never shuts up about

“Alright calm down I have loads of time” I push myself off the sofa and just as I walk past her I barge her against the wall and quickly scurry to the bathroom and lock the door before she gets crazy.

I walk into my room with a towel wrapped round my body and one in my hair and flick the tv on just to have some noise in the background it was an alright show jackass that I would watch when I get back late and nothing else is on except teleshoping. I don’t have anything against it but they need to step it up cos I know give me 10 or 20 bucks I’ll do anything they do.

I find an old shirt from when I was like 15 or something and picked up some jeans that were laying on the floor before slipping on some shoes.

“See I’m ready in what 5 minutes you need to take some Xanax I swear”

“Your hair is literally dripping” I flip my head back and forth no doubt getting it on her. And walk down to her boyfriend Oliver who was gonna drive us.

Once we get their it’s already kicking off and walk towards the bar but some grown men are standing there ignoring me while I ask them to move so I manage to budge my way through them and get a rum and coke.

I start to sweat being surrounded by 15 people who clearly know nothing about personal space. I see my sister and Oliver talking to some dude and my sister starts pointing me out and calling me over.

Y/n come here so you know that show you love jackas-

Love? No I don’t love it I don’t even like it that much but what does that have to do with anything?

“Y/n”she says my name like my mum used to when I would break something she jerked her head to the man just standing there and at first I’m confused but then I realise who he is Oh shit

you don’t like the show sweetheart?the leader of the show asks

“I mean It’s alright but you could do better.” He laughs a bit at my words “oh yeah what then?”

“Nah I didn’t mean to be rud- no I’m serious what do you think”

“Do more nasty shit or more extreme stuff and more painful stunts all in saying is anything you lot do I could do if I knew I was getting paid or just for a laugh”

Ill buy you a drunk if you make out with that man at the bar he points to a fat man who is drenached with sweat and is missing a tooth at the bottom

“Easy.”

I walk over to him and straight up grab his face and kiss him slipping my tongue and feel him grab a handful of my ass and a few seconds later pull away and walk back over to Johnny using the bottom of my shirt to try and wipe my tongue

“Ok your’e turn Pants that biker playing pool” Johnny looks at him and he looks like he will smash his face in. He walks over there and waits till he has his back to him and as hard as he can yanks his jeans down with his boxers coming as well exposing his bare crack Johnny turns round and ores tends to be in a conversation with some random lady.

The man pulls Johnny to face him and holds him by the colour getting redder and redder. His friends start crowding him and they look like they’re gonna jump him so I walk over and tell him.

“Sir they ran into the bathroom he didn’t do it.”

He lets go of Johnny and storms towards the bathroom with his friends following hot on his heals. I burst out laughing making my eyes water.

“I was about to get my ass kicked”Johnny said joining in on your’e laugh.

The night progressed like this having a couple drinks doing some dares. I didn’t even know that Olivier and my sister left. Some of his fiends joined in.

Running along the bar naked then getting pushed off -Chris

I poured salt in my eye

Ehren getting pool balls thrown at him.

And obviously Steve o lit himself on fire spreading it onto my hair

And so on by the end we were all drunk as fuck and had been kicked out.

I wake up with a throbbing head ache and open my eyes but getting blinded by the lights once they adjust I’m in the bath but I don’t recognise it. I get out and try and find out where I am I hear voices so I walk towards it and then it clicks.

We got kicked out and went back to Steve os apartment carrying on the night everything else’s is a bit hazy right now.

I see all of them in the living room chatting and I also see Steve o wearing my shirt that is 4 sizes too small and some boxers.

Hey Steve o can I have my shirt back I groggily ask making them look towards me probably forgetting I was here.

Yeah dude. He takes it off and throws it at me and I take off the one in wearing and give it to him.I turn around and change

“Dude that bruise is gnarly” I look down at my hip bone and see it decorated with a purple bruise from when I tried to break the door down.

“Y/n you weren’t bullshitting last night we’re you? Johnny asks

“What about?”

“Well we were thinking you were right we gotta be more exciting and you seemed pretty into it would you wanna join.”

“No offence babe but Johnny she was drunk as shit she won’t do any of it sobre”

“Try me.”

Time skip

“Im y/n y/l/n and this is electric mouse trap.”

I stick out my tongue and let Chris clip it on to my tongue and immediately feel the electricity. I Jump around in pain trying to keep it in as long as I can to prove to them I can do it. I Shake my head and rip It off my tongue and It feels numb. I try to speak but all that’s coming out is jibberish and everyone including myslef laugh.

“Welcome to jackass y/n”

Guys I’m baaaack

This will be a slower burn series of bam x reader and jackass girl don’t know how often I will post but I’ve planned at least 3 chapters and I’m so excited message me any headcannons you wnat in this

Ik bam wasn’t in this but just you wait

My requests are still open

-liv

#liv’s writing #jackass x reader #bam margera x reader #steve o x reader #steve o #bam margera #johnny knoxville #jackass imagine #jackass #chris pontius #dave england #danger ehren #ryan dunn #wee man #preston lacy

[quitealotofsodapop]

[Once Mac learned that Wukong got possessed trying to take down LBD, the shadow monkey almost 99% decided that he wasn't going to lose his King to that bony biotch. And depeneding on how messy the Samadhi Fire ritual goes, the last thing Wukong says to Macaque is along the lines of "You ruined everything!", and Macaque doesn't want those to be the last words he hears his King say…] + [And soon Macaque started to remember how much him and Wukong discussed Having a family once the war on heaven was over, and how much they both wanted to be parents…]

he spent this whole time trying to put the... whole thing with Wukong on hold until he was free from LBD's control. keyword being trying, ofc. things don't really work like that when you're tasked with hunting the other monkey in question and his friends down, so he accidently made things worse and know he's trying to reign everything back in long enough to have even a chance to fix it.

[Its also around the time Macaque really has it sink in that; "Oh sh-t. I attacked the Monk and fought Wukong when he was pregnant. No wonder he killed me." He isn't sure how to build himself up to discussing this fact with Wukong yet, but he'll get there.]

it's probably something he decides to bring up shortly after the whole s4 debacle. Between the fight from right before ep 1 to the world almost ending again, he doesn't want to risk his death potentially being another surprise argument that gets out of hand or risk another world ending event getting in the way of any substantial healing again. he knows disagreements are normal and even healthy in any kind of relationship, lest the relationship be codependent, but he'd rather not fight about that.

[Red's hair is ruined with baby monkey drool by the time someone gets Yuebei off of him.] + [Nezha, angry flames flaring up: "You mean to tell me that you were "with Stone Egg" during the ritual to separate the Samadhi Fire!? She could have suffered the same fate as Ao Lie!" Wukong, guilt-ridden: "Yeah. Don't remind me. She kicked me non-stop for days afterwards."] + [Yuebei: *tries grabbing Nezha's skates to test the "spicyness"*]

Wukong is laughing at Red the whole time.

Ne Zha def feels a bit guilty about his first reaction being to bring up Ao Lie's death, probably knowing how Wukong feels about it.

and aww no, no I'm picturing Wukong so in pain from Yuebei's distress that he's basically bedridden. I imagine he'd spend this time resting with Ao Lie until they both recovered (atleast on the surface) while the other pilgrims fuss over both of them.

Ne zha can only squawk indignantly when Yuebei manages to get her mouth around one of his rings, immediately trying to pry it from her little jaws. with him and Wukong combined it takes 10 minutes and the promise of a lot of fruit to get her off. luckily the rings aren't perpetually on fire.

[And the dragon's last words to assure his friend that he never blamed him for the accident, nor his baby. Ao Lie was just sad that he'd never be able to meet the cub in this lifetime. He just wants Wukong to stop being so hard on himself for it. If only the dragon he tell him that in person.]

Scroll of memory! Ao Lie already broke the mold by interacting with Mei, he breaks it again when MK + Macaque are scroll diving for Wukong by telling him to pass on the message to the king that his stance on the matter hasn't changed.

[He def makes an awkward apology once they run into eachother at the start of S3. He refuses to let Wukong get into danger or exert himself tho - Nezha's a momma's boy at heart after all.]

Wukong insists it's fine, and that Ne Zha couldn't have known that he kept it from basically everyone, but Ne Zha still feels bad about everything regarding the ritual. he intends to make up for it by doing whatever he can to protect Wukong and his little one now (even if Wukong insists its not nessecary)

[Spider Queen hears the sounds of a thousand knuckles cracking and realises that she's looking at the person who might as well be the Monkey King's Mama. SQ ain't even mad by the end of it.] + [And although SQ kinda trusts the demon a little more, she's far more hesistant to step on the Monkey King's toes than before if his Mama's gonna respond. SQ is a lot more scheming for the rest of S2.]

I love the mental image of Guan Yin using their hundred hands to aid in their righteous beat down

Spoder Queen knows she kinda deserved this, she did put a heavily pregnant person who is practically made of magic in a magic draining web. she was basically asking for this.

she will take this loss with the dignity and grace of the queen (believes she) is and not bother Wukong again (yet) she promises- please don't punch her again.

[LBD almost in the same fashion it tried absorbing the Samadhi Fire so many years ago - guess his baby found the ancient demoness "less spicy".] + [BTW I love the art you did for this scene!! Stone Egg had enough of LBD's nonsense and was Hangry, and Bama had spoken some sense into Baba, and now Nom NOM NOMNOM.]

she is very icy!

and I'm glad you like the art!

[Oh gosh Macaque realising that the baby looking like him brings Wukong joy too would make him cry even harder. He almost cost his mate everything by risking the world over his own debt to the Bone demon. Mac would gladly have died all over again if it kept the baby safe.]

Macaque is an inconsolable sobbing mess of emotions for a while after first meeting Yuebei, for a lot of reasons. and imagine how hard he cries when Wukong first names her out loud officially calling her "Sun Yuebei Xing" for the first time, Yuebei being a moon inspired/adjacent name. he's practically wailing at one point.

[She plants a big kiss on Yuebei's forehead, forgetting that her lipstick stains. Her husband chuckles, still teary-eyed, at his wife's embarassment at planting a big kiss mark on the baby's head.] + [MK is having unknown instinctual urge to curl up with Yuebei (his honorary sister) next to the other monkeys. Pigsy laughs that MK did the same with his fave plushie for years.]

Wukong laughs at the befuddled chirp Yuebei makes when PIF kisses her.

he would also very much welcome MK into his nest with his sleepy little family.

[Also, Mac is def the kinda guy to use exaggerated versions of the Brotherhood's voices when narrating villain characters in Yuebei's books. The little raspberry noises (or "Boos" as Mac likens them to) she makes at the voices encourages him even further.]

I love this. He so would. Wukong would be laughing his tail off the first time he hears Macaque voicing a villain with an over exaggerated Peng voice, Wukong actively encourages him to do this as well.

[And considering Yellowtusk is the only one with the sense to feed and bathe the hostage infant, he's not surprised when she turns on Azure and Peng specifically.]

I'm now thinking of a scene where yellowtusk manages to get Yuebei away from the others long enough to give her bath, and she's fussy about it but baths with her Baba and Bama in the mountains hot springs were usually fun and calm and she felt better afterwards so she didn't put up much of a fight when Yellowtusk tried to get her into the water. anything that reminded her of her parents is comforting right now. but she's crying the whole time and chirping for her parents as she's very far from home and with no one she recognizes, but this elephant is giving her fruit and cleaning her as best he can, so maybe he's okay? she ends up clinging to his trunk like how'd she would cling around her parents neck, and thats how he got his sore trunk during Yuebei's "tantrum". it wasn't her getting mad at him the same way she got mad at Azure and Peng, she was just scared and clung to the first person she felt was safe with, her uncontrolled baby strength leaving it's mark despite him being the only one she didn't really feel threatened by.

kinda sad note on Yuebe missing her parents, but I feel like she'd have seperation anxiety after the s4 debacle. she needs at least one of her parents in the room with her at all times when she's awake or she's wailing at the top of her lungs.

[Some of Peng's feathers are stolen too (Yuebei had a mouthful of them) and Macaque and Sandy turned the feathers into a cat toy. Mo and Yuebei both adore it.]

this is amazing Macaque would so let Yuebei keep a "trophy" of her victory over Peng in the form of a baby appropriate toy. he also is def never letting Peng live down that they lost to a baby if they ever meet face to face again. hell, they day he got Yuebei back he was ragging on Peng for their loss before the bird could even be peeled off the ground

Sequel to this Slow Boiled au post.

[he spent this whole time trying to put the... whole thing with Wukong on hold until he was free from LBD's control. keyword being trying, ofc.]

Yeah, Macaque is having a not-so-fun time trying to get used to being alive again, being still in love with his former mate (who killed him), having his soul indebted to a omnicidal Bone Demon, his former mate having a baby etc...

After finding out about MK and the Stone Egg; Mac was sorta half-hoping that he could duck LBD enough to slowly absorb the whole Wukong situation, maybe meet up with some old allies, get some answers, that sort of thing. The Mayor kidnapping him really threw those plans out the window.

[it's probably something he decides to bring up shortly after the whole s4 debacle. Between the fight from right before ep 1 to the world almost ending again, he doesn't want to risk his death potentially being another surprise argument that gets out of hand or risk another world ending event getting in the way of any substantial healing again.]

It's def a super awkward thing to approach, especially with Yuebi literally just being born and stuff.

Wukong now knows that Mac knows, and is super guilty for not having told him back then. At the same time, Wukong is confused why Max seems so... ok with it suddenly??? Like;

Wukong: "Dude, I killed you." Mac: "Yeah, and I attacked you while you were carrying a baby. Lets call it even." Wukong: "You didn't *know* at the time!" Mac: "Don't matter. Lets just drop it ok?"

Mac does have his own super complex issues regarding the whole "being killed by your former mate"-thing, but in his mind - he really could have killed Wukong and Yuebei if he hadn't been careful. He also knows that in his heart-of-hearts, he wouldn't have even considered fighting Wukong had he known about the Stone Egg ahead of time. He ultimately doesnt want to open up any old wounds Wukong has from the incident since he's been living with the outcome of that fight far longer than Mac has.

Bumping around Wukong's memories in S4 really dredges Mac's buried resentment and confusion about the last fight to the surface. Questions like; Why was Wukong protecting the monk that hurt him? Why was Wukong going on this Journey and not returning to his throne? Why did he hide the Stone Egg from the world?

MK is politely trying his best to let Mac vent to him about what happened between him and Wukong, but ofc they quickly stumble into MK's shared history with the Monkey King.

Lots of hugs, peaches, and family counselling is required afterwards, not doubts about that.

[and aww no, no I'm picturing Wukong so in pain from Yuebei's distress that he's basically bedridden. I imagine he'd spend this time resting with Ao Lie until they both recovered (atleast on the surface) while the other pilgrims fuss over both of them.]

Ao Lie and Wukong are quickly panicking over eachother while their other bros are forcing them to rest after the Samadhi Fire Ritual. Wukong was in so much pain that he was convinced that he was going into labor, or that he even lost Yuebei as a result of joining in the Ritual. Eventually though, the Stone Egg calmed down. Ao Lie's pain did not.

[Ne zha can only squawk indignantly when Yuebei manages to get her mouth around one of his rings, immediately trying to pry it from her little jaws. with him and Wukong combined it takes 10 minutes and the promise of a lot of fruit to get her off. luckily the rings aren't perpetually on fire.]

Yuebei mistook the rings as chew toys and liked the shiny gold colour. It takes Nezha a solid minute of apologizing to Wukong for his past behavior to notice that the little monkey cub has clamped her mouth over one of his skates. Wukong is laughing hysterically, especially as Nezha tries his best to gently remove the ring from Yuebei's mouth without activating it. Luckily all it takes to distract the baby is for Experienced Dad™ Pigsy to pull the oldest trick in the book.

Pigsy: "Got your nose, mooncake!" Yuebei, drops ring: :O! Nezha, quickly picks it up: "How did you know to do that?" Pigsy, still holding Yuebei's "nose" as the baby grabs at him: "You'd swear MK was half-garbage disposal from how much stuff he tried to eat as a toddler. Stealing his nose always worked." Wukong, a little wistful: "Tell me more, please?" Pigsy: "Sure thing. Guess little monkeys aren't much different from little MKs." *gives Yuebei her nose back*

Nezha makes note of hiding anything flammable whenever he visits the monkeys.

[Scroll of memory! Ao Lie already broke the mold by interacting with Mei, he breaks it again when MK + Macaque are scroll diving for Wukong by telling him to pass on the message to the king that his stance on the matter hasn't changed.]

Oh gosh... Imagine this though... Wukong trapped in the Scroll, busting on through his memories. Suddenly he hears a familar voice...

Ao Lie: "Wow! She really did make us all wait, huh?" Wukong, frozen in his tracks: "What?" Wukong: (*slowly turns to see the memory of Ao Lie, far older/frailer than what Mei had seen, standing by and watching the memory of Yuebei's first day of life.*) Memory!Ao Lie, smiling: "She's a perfect little pup... Mei was right on the money when she called her a ball of cuteness! She really looks like you! The blue eyes are a little unexpected, but considering that your mate dragged himself out of Diyu to be there - I guess anything could have happened!" Wukong, lip quivering: "No... you're just that memory curse. Ao Lie never got to see her! You're not real!" Memory!Ao Lie, frowning: "Why are you so stubborn to admit that it wasn't your fault? I really truly never blamed you, or her." Wukong, crying: "Why were you so ok with it? Because of me, the Samadhi Fire it... hurt you." Memory!Ao Lie: "I would rather die protecting my family than live and let them be hurt in my stead." (*quietly moves to hug Wukong*) "That includes you and your pup, Wukong. Always has." Wukong: (*now sobbing, hugging Memory!Ao Lie tight*)

Eventually the Memory!Ao Lie has to remind Wukong that he has friends to reunite with in the present. Wukong hesistates to leave Ao Lie alone again - the memory reassures him that he'll be fine as long as his pilgrim brother lives his life without the weight of the Ritual upon his shoulders. And to make sure to spoil Yuebei in his stead.

[Wukong insists it's fine, and that Ne Zha couldn't have known that he kept it from basically everyone, but Ne Zha still feels bad about everything regarding the ritual. he intends to make up for it by doing whatever he can to protect Wukong and his little one now (even if Wukong insists its not nessecary)]

Ofc Nezha feels like garbage for treating Wukong's actions during the Ritual as a failing.

Wukong thinks he has it bad with DBK, PIF, and Pigsy forcing him to rest? Imagine how stubborn Nezha is when he's worried over the Monkey King.

[I love the mental image of Guan Yin using their hundred hands to aid in their righteous beat down] + [she will take this loss with the dignity and grace of the queen (believes she) is and not bother Wukong again (yet) she promises- please don't punch her again.]

Spider Queen isn't sure who she's afraid of more; the spooky ancient bone demon pretending to be a little girl, or the 1000 Armed Bodhisattva that just whooped her hard (but mercifully let her live) for hooking the Monkey King to the power-draining Spider Mech. Spider Queen makes sure not to directly target or interact with the Monkey King or his protege if she can for the rest of S2.

The Spider Gang has nightmares of Guanyin coming to beat the rest of them up like she's a Jojo stand.

[she is very icy! and I'm glad you like the art!]

It's really great art!!

Also LBD's soul probably tasted like shaved ice with a hint of chalk. Lots of it, but pretty bland. It filled up Yuebei at least!

[Macaque is an inconsolable sobbing mess of emotions for a while after first meeting Yuebei, for a lot of reasons. and imagine how hard he cries when Wukong first names her out loud officially calling her "Sun Yuebei Xing" for the first time, Yuebei being a moon inspired/adjacent name. he's practically wailing at one point.]

Aww ohoho! Macaque makes so many joyous squeaking/hooting sounds during Yuebei's arrival. To hear that Wukong has named her his little "Moon Comet Star" just makes him cry harder, especially with how casually Wukong names her. Like he'd had it it long before this moment, before he even knew that Macaque was back in his life.

I think in older Chinese traditions, the parents typically wait for the Man Yue (30 Days) celebration to publically announce the baby's name. But I bet Wukong is just so happy that he tells everyone Yuebei's name long before that time.

Nezha insisted on being at Yuebei's Man Yue to bless her, as that's his whole Patron God of Children thing.

[Wukong laughs at the befuddled chirp Yuebei makes when PIF kisses her. he would also very much welcome MK into his nest with his sleepy little family.]

There's def a bunch of photos of the incident with Yuebei looking at PIF with the most confused doe-eyed look ever, a huge red kiss mark on her head. The Princess looking embarassed and adoring all at once. It's PIF anf DBK's fave baby photo of Yuebei - besides the one where she tried eating Red Son's hair.

MK is very tired after the battle, so the gang has no problem just letting the kid rest in the nest with the monkeys. t

[I love this. He so would. Wukong would be laughing his tail off the first time he hears Macaque voicing a villain with an over exaggerated Peng voice, Wukong actively encourages him to do this as well.]

Heehee, Macaque finally agrees to read Yuebei a kids-friendly version of JTTW at MK's insistence, and when he gets to Camel Ridge, he pauses before looking towards Wukong for confirmation. At Wukong's excited nod, Macaque grins evily.

Macaque, narrating: "In the kingdom of Lion Camel Ridge, there lived three Great Demon Kings." Macaque, exaggerating the real voices: "Azure Lion! Yellow Tusked Elephant! And the Golden-Winged Peng!" Yuebei: *blows raspberry at the villains!* >:P! Macaque, normal voice: "Yeah, boo! These guys sucked!" Wukong: *laughing hysterically!* MK, sitting cross-legged on the floor: "Did they really sound like that?" Wukong, trying hard not to cry from laughter: "It's closer than you think!"

Macaque also deliberately exaggerates the voices of their allies like PIF and DBK so Yuebei doesn't accidentally associate their voices with the muddy past shown in the book.

[I'm now thinking of a scene where yellowtusk manages to get Yuebei away from the others long enough to give her bath, and she's fussy about it but baths with her Baba and Bama in the mountains hot springs were usually fun and calm and she felt better afterwards so she didn't put up much of a fight when Yellowtusk tried to get her into the water. anything that reminded her of her parents is comforting right now. but she's crying the whole time and chirping for her parents as she's very far from home and with no one she recognizes, but this elephant is giving her fruit and cleaning her as best he can, so maybe he's okay? she ends up clinging to his trunk like how'd she would cling around her parents neck, and thats how he got his sore trunk during Yuebei's "tantrum".]

Awwww..... :(

Yellow Tusk brings up the matter shortly after their takeover. Their former ally's cub is very fussy (especially since Azure has had her for about half a day now) and is starting to smell... ripe. Peng takes one sniff and recoils in disgust. Azure is clueless and isn't sure if monkey cubs work like lion cubs or not. Yellow Tusk has the sense to ask the remaining servants for help with tending to the infant - a group of seven brave orchard maidens stepped forward to run the baby a bath and prepare her a meal. Yellow Tusk is sure that he recognises them.

Baby monkeys instinctively cling to whatever is nearby - especially in situations where they feel scared or unsafe. So when the elephant gently put Yuebei in the warm bathwater and offered her mashed fruit, she instinctively clasped around his trunk like it was the arm of her parents, making sad hooing sounds as she sucked on her fingers. Yellow Tusk felt his heart break at the sight. He simply cannot fathom harming her in any sense of the word.

Azure must be mad to think that Sun Wukong won't kill them all to ensure this child's safety.

[kinda sad note on Yuebe missing her parents, but I feel like she'd have seperation anxiety after the s4 debacle. she needs at least one of her parents in the room with her at all times when she's awake or she's wailing at the top of her lungs.]

Absolutely.

Baby monkeys are already super clingy - the trauma of Yuebei's kidnapping during S4 only intensified this. She fears that if either of her parents leave the room, that they might not come back. Considering it was her parents arguing and "something" (aka the Scroll) taking her Baba away preceeded her kidnapping...

The first few times it happens, Wukong and Mac + the extended fam are terrified and aren't sure *why* Yuebei is so distressed. Eventually they figure out it's her anxiety, and are able to at least keep a clone posted to ease the worst of her worries when the others babysit. MK thankfully is one of the figures that Yuebei is calm around, and while she loves her uncles and aunts; Yuebei still starts wailing after a few minutes of realizing that she can't find her Baba or Bama.

It takes a long time for the baby monkey to be comfortable to not have her parents in sight. And considering how worried and overprotective that Wukong and Mac can be of her, they aren't in any rush to force her independance.

[this is amazing Macaque would so let Yuebei keep a "trophy" of her victory over Peng in the form of a baby appropriate toy. he also is def never letting Peng live down that they lost to a baby if they ever meet face to face again. hell, they day he got Yuebei back he was ragging on Peng for their loss before the bird could even be peeled off the ground]

Imagine the smug look on Macaque's face as he sees Peng reduced to a chicken burger on the ground by a *baby* with not even a tooth in her head. Mac would make a show of picking up his baby girl and kissing her all over while commenting in baby-talk; "Did you have fun with the birdy and kitty, moonlight? Yeah? Do you want Bama to take something to remember your little play date?"

And before Peng could make a snarking comment, they squawk! at the feeling of feathers being removed. They look up and see Yuebei playing with a handful of golden feathers. The Shadow Monkey grinning like a cat who's caught a mouse. The celestial bird faints from embarassment.

Macaque has one of the feathers preserved as a bookmark. It brings him great joy.

Again tysm for being so invested in this au!

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[sailorgundam308]

Being the angst sucker that I am (but also a coward that doesn’t want to feel too depressed about bad endings), I headcanon a lot about the dynamics and end/post game canons for Astarion and Karlach as a couple (no shit!).

I know a lot of people ship Karlach with Dammon. I obviously don’t, but not because I think they don’t fit well together or whatever. I have this thing in my head of how I view Karlach which puts her relationship with Astarion as more realistic, more fulfilling, and more attractive to me (duh).

Dammon as a character is a nice, hard working guy. He’s also crazy handsome, has the hots for Karlach and some mechanics knowledge to be able to help her a bit. So yea, cool. I like him a lot so that’s not it.

BUT.

Just gonna blurt it out: I think Karlach is too fucked up to be with him in the canon universe we have. It’s a similar reason I have for how I see her reaction to the love test in the Circus in Act 3, which I made a post about. Had Karlach never been betrayed by Gortash, had not been irreversibly damaged (in more ways than one) and not been transformed by her 10 years ordeal, Dammon would be the ‘perfect pairing’ for her - a gentle, good hearted, generous and hot piece of ass. Thumbs up.

HOWEVER.

She’s not that girl anymore. She keeps it bottled up, pushes it down and shuts herself to what her trauma did to her and while it’s commendable, imo, it’s not real. She wants it to be so bad because she’s got so little time and is desperately clinging to her life before she started making mistakes (now being back in the Material Plane after so long). If she doesn’t die, though, she won’t keep this up forever. She’s carrying pain, remorse, ANGER, jealousy, self pity. A LOT of it. Much more than she let out in her post-Gortash breakdown. All these are very human emotions, and very understandable in her situation. She also changed, physically, mentally, emotionally. She grew, she learned- and it wasn’t all pretty and nice things. I like the idea that she’s being the most genuine character in the game while ALSO being the one wearing the most impenetrable mask. It’s wild and damn cool to see her through that lens.

Which brings me to Astarion.

He is also wearing a mask, but a much more frail one. He’s cracked. He tells and shows us these ugly emotions, his selfishness and hurt, much more directly than Karlach does. He’s broken, wicked, mean. It’s clear his trauma completely changed him (though I don’t think he was a good guy before it either), and is entrenched into who he is when we meet him - and will continue to be part of him even after he heals.

I think Karlach is attracted to him not in spite of how mean he is - but because of it. I don’t think she’s aware of it, though. She says something about Astarion having a good heart beneath it all - and while he might have something like a better heart inside that can be rescued, he’s not inherently good, nor he was before being turned (nor he wants to be). The dynamic of Karlach using goodness and positivity as a lifeline, as if to counter the decade of (literally) pure evil she’s been forced to endure, while also ‘surprisingly’ getting along so well with Astarion from the start, also being attracted to his wickedness, gives an incredible depth to their relationship. I see not only the idea of Karlach’s kindness, non-judgement and patience being a refuge for Astarion, but Astarion’s grey personality being a refuge where Karlach will be able to let her walls down - show the ugliness bottled up inside - without fear or shame, and knowing it will be completely and utterly understood. Astarion will never judge her for whatever impulses or thoughts she might have, for displays of selfishness, jealousy or violence. Imo, they can even work some of those out together (wink wink, but not only in that way lol). At the same time, I do believe Astarion saw from the first glance he had at Karlach (or in the first couple of days) that she carried a pain much like his. It’s why he respects her, why he is so quick to apologize to her and only to her, why he feels empathy for her suffering while being absolutely cold to the others. She’s the first one who gives him the opportunity of allowing himself to feel safe, to let his guard down if only for a night. His connection with her might be based on a selfish start (it’s about him - she is like him), but it grows to be more complex as they grow closer. I see him slowly falling in love with her as a parallel to him slowly learning to love himself, to forgive himself.

It’s all so beautiful, poetic and layered and shit (wow, me so eloquent).

But in all honesty, that’s all to say, while I think Karlach and Dammon look nice together, I see him as being the person who’d have been the one for her if she was just Karlach Cliffgate. However, she is not. She is Karlach Cliffgate and she is also Karlach Demonsbane - and for that ‘her’, Astarion - with his imperfections, his wicked ways and his darkness - is the one who truly fits her perfectly (or imperfectly, which imo is even better).

Thank you for reading all this rambling. I love rambling and will (can) never stop so good for you :V

AGH I LOVE bittersweet gritty messy romanceeeeeeee (but I wanna give them a better ending than the one in game - though if the patches weren’t broken, it’s improved a bit already)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 ramblings #bg3 character analysis #bg3 ship analysis #(is that a thing) #astarion x karlach #karlach x astarion #karlach #astarion #hellspawn #starlach #fireblood #why I love this ship so much #you can go so deep #and it’s not a fairy tale bs #it feels real #YUM

[illyrian-dreamer]

Changing Shadows (Part 1)

Azriel x Reader

Image by koike9023

Part 1 summary:

You’ve caught the Illyrian flu, but are trying to hide it from the rest of the Inner Circle. 

Lots of fluff, a bit of angst. Fluff fight with brother Rhys.

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Series summary:

Summary: You have a new role in the Inner Circle — Heard Guard of Velaris. And as Rhys’s younger sister, you feel you have a lot to prove. 

You and the Shadowsinger are also growing closer, and tension builds as your relationship changes from friendship to something else…

How will you juggle your feelings for Azriel and the dangers that come with your new role, without disappointing the rest of the Inner Circle and the Night Court?

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Warnings: Mentions of violence

Word count: 1,709

AN: This is my first time writing, I really hope you like it! So far this story is working out to be about 10+ parts… would love to hear what you think! <3

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You swiped a sharp hook from your right hand before snapping your left shin to blast the sparring mitt held by Azriel. The blow made a cracking sound on contact, but Shadowsinger didn’t falter.

You let out a frustrated laugh, throwing your head back as sweat stung your eyes.

“C’mon!” You threw your hands up. “One day I’ll make you move,” you toyed, pointing a finger directly at him as you tussled your wings.

He let out a light chuckle as his circled his shoulders, getting back into his defensive stance. “You can try,” he countered in a low voice, shadows swirling playfully over his wings. Something in you stirred.

You’d been training alongside Cassian and Azriel for many years. As Rhys’s younger sister, you had grown up alongside the trio, training from a young age to prepare you for a role in the Inner Circle.

Which is where you had recently been appointed Head Guard of Velaris. It was your duty to protect the borders and it’s people, especially since the war against Hybern had increased strain on the wards, and secrecy of the location now under threat.

Due to an attack on your wings at a young age, your previous role in the Inner Circle was to manage relations across Prythian, which kept you safely hidden from Amarantha’s rule. But now your training was complete and your wings were healed and working in every way they needed, you offered a new set of skills.

It was the perfect role for you, protecting the city you knew by heart and people you loved. Velaris had served as a sanction and dear home since the murder of your mother — when Rhys had taken you under his wing.

You had memories of the first time you flew, a small 10-year-old Illyrian awkwardly flapping your wings over the Sidra as you ran your hands through the water, Rhys laughing and cheering as he soared beside you.

Cassian and Azriel had swooped in too, both just as excited as you found your new freedom in the sky. You had cheekily splashed all of them with water from the river, as they chased you into the clouds. It was the best memory you had.

And here you were many years later — a grown woman, skilled fighter and trained weapon of the Inner Circle, working in the most important role of your life.

Refocusing on the mitts Azriel held before you, you prepared to enter your last set of punches and high kicks for the session. You could see Cassian and the Valkyries already begin their cool down on the other side of the ring.

As you were about to crack into a punch, your head spun and you lost your footing.

Azriel dropped the mitts and steadied you, his cool hands gripping your shoulders. His brows furrowed into his hair, hazel eyes concerned.

“Hey hey, are you alright?”

A slight ring in your ears came about as you blinked a few times. You coughed and felt a pain in your throat, which you had been ignoring for a couple days now. You knew you felt a lot warmer than usual too.

You steadied yourself and the ringing disappeared. “Um yeah, I’m fine. Just a head spin.” You wiped your brow on your forearm.

“Grab some water and let’s cool down,” Azriel suggested, eyeing you down as if he wasn’t convinced.

You didn’t have a moment to respond before your brother winnowed into the training pit.

Cassian dismissed the Valkaryies, jogging over and clapping Rhys on the shoulder. “What’s up boss?” He grinned.

“Cass, Az,” Rhys greeted his brothers with a smile. “Is ‘Y/N giving you hell?”

You grinned. “Trying my best” you replied. You swore you felt a shadow tickle your ankle.

“What brings you to training?” Azriel asked cooly, his shadows twisting.

“Impromptu meeting,” Rhys answered. “Many of us will be working long distance over the next week, I’ve called a group meeting before we head off in different directions.”

“Better wash the stink of me first,” Cassian joked, pulling his long hair behind his ears.

“I second that,” you smirked, Cassian returning a vulgar gesture.

“You’ll all have time to freshen up, we’re convening in an hour,” Rhys smild at your banter.

You grabbed your belongings while trying to stifle another cough, refusing to acknowledge the obvious signs of sickness. It was just a cold, you wouldn’t let it weigh you down.

You noticed Azriel’s shadows at your feet. “Don’t snitch,” you murmured to them, head still woozy as you made your way to your room in the House of Wind.

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Your head pounded and your brow was sheen with sweat. Oh Mother, what timing to get a cold.

You gathered around the table in Rhy’s office as he directed movements for the entire Inner Circle.

Feyre sat at the table, hands resting on her baby bump. Rhys leaned beside her, as Mor, Nesta and Cassian hovered over the maps, Amren leaning against a book shelf picking her nails, and Azriel planted in his usual stance closer to the door. On account of your sickness, you kept your distance as much as possible.

Rhys explained there were troubles flaring up across the Illyrian camps — conflicts between the different bases over losses from the war. He and Cassian would see to it.

Feyre and Nesta would be travelling beyond the wall to assist with human rehabilitation, a timely manner that would be Feyre’s last piece of work before she rested during pregnancy. Mor and Amren would attend celebrations and meetings in Dawn as part of managing good relations with the court.

Your head pounded and you swayed slightly on your feet, but with a quick shake of your head you stood strong. It was obvious the team was stretched thin right now, you were not going to let your court down all because of a cold.

“Cassian and I will be gone for three nights,” Rhys said, hands laced together in his lap. “With Mor and Amren away in Dawn, Az you’ll need to be on high alert across our borders should word get out that less than half the Inner Circle remain in Velaris. I’ve checked our wards, but night patrol will be necessary.”

Azriel simply nodded, his shadows pooling at his feet. You frowned. That was your domain of work.

You looked around the room, waiting for your instruction. Suppressing your need to sniff or cough was becoming harder by the second.

“We’ll be leaving after dinner, you all have your orders. Stay safe.” Rhys tapped the table with his palm as a form of dismissal.

You blinked, confused. Was he ignoring you?

As the others began to leave for the dining room, you interjected Rhys’s path.

“Excuse me brother,” you huffed. “I haven’t received my order yet.”

You wondered if your clammy face was as obvious as it felt, but held his gaze. A tickle formed in your throat, and you quieted a cough.

“What was that?” Rhys looked down at you, cocking an eyebrow.

“She’s sick,” Azriel’s smooth voice answered from behind. You hadn’t noticed he was still in the room.

You whipped around for a quick glare, before turning to face your brother.

“I am not sick,” you said cooly, tightening your wings. You could play Rhys at his own game any day of the week. “And if I was, I don’t think a minor cold should hold me back from my duties to the -” Rhys cut you off by placing the back of his hand to your forehead.

“A fever and a cough,” he murmured to himself. “This could be the Illyrian flu.”

Rhys pulled his hand back, arms sliding into his pockets. “You’ve been sick for days now sis, try all you might to hide it. Your order is to stay home and rest.” He offered a tight smile.

“You are not seriously grounding me?” you fought, folding your arms across your chest.

“Three days grounded at the House of Wind or until you feel better,” he waved his hand, passing by you as he made for the door. “The house will accomodate your needs, and Az will be here should you need anything too.”

You threw another glare to Az as he hid a smirk, looking down at his feet. Traitor.

You took a deep breath to calm your frustration. “Brother, be smart. We’re stretched thin as it is, and Azriel has his work during the day to attend to already. I’ve got no demand in my domain, let me at least cover night patrol.” You hated feeling like a burden to the team, especially Az. You needed to hold your own.

“So I can have you faint mid-flight and plummet to your death?” Rhys countered, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Not a chance, you need rest.”

You frowned and shrugged him off.

Overprotective control freak, you thought.

I beg your pardon? He replied in your head, brows raised with a half grin on his face.

You slammed your walls up, unable to hide your scowl. When had you dropped your mental shields? What kind of cold was this?

He chuckled, narrowing his gaze on you. His eyes lit up with magic as he cocked his head sideways. “Besides, wouldn’t you say you’re feeling particularly sleepy?”

Your eyelids drooped and you swayed, your wings spreading slightly to try and steady yourself. That bastard had spiked your brain with sleep.

“Your walls are as penetrable as jelly,” Rhys answered the question you never said out loud. “Anyone in my team that unwell is required to rest.”

You sighed, defeated and now sluggish.

Rhys gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Feel better sis, I’ll see you in a few days.” He headed for the door.

You made a mental note — in a few days you would argue about his overbearing cautiousness and babying of you. But for now, the unwelcome sleep lingered.

Azriel slid up beside you, gently offering his arm for support. “Shall I carry you to your room?” He asked simply, eyes scanning you.

Yes, your heart leapt.

“No thanks, traitor,” you replied.

You heard his soft chuckle as you stumbled away, his shadows guiding the path to your room.

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Part 2 >>>

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[roguishcat]

Conversations with a vampire

Summary: Astarion's eyes shot open and he scowled at the child crouched near him. This had to a trick. Because there was no way that a child dressed like a noble would be in a back alley behind the Flophouse at this time at night offering him salvation in the form of a potion of superior healing.

Humor/Friendship/Angst

Rating: Teen. Mild language, mentions of abuse in later chapters, some violence.

Setting: Set before the events of the game.

Part 1/10

This was not how he envisioned his night.

The night usually meant bustling taverns, mingling and mixing of drunks and those trying to take advantage of them for coin. Raucous laughter, whistling and catcalling, some enjoying the cover darkness provided more than others.

And, occasionally, a greater danger would be lurking in the shadows. A vampire spawn, a hunter looking for the gullible, the weak or the innocents. Not for his own benefit, mind, or rather not directly. If it were up to Astarion, he would rather be anywhere else doing anything else. After almost 200 years the dance really did get tediously repetitive, verging on boring.

Go in, crank the charm up to a hundred, select a target from those willing to hang on his every word, ensnare, seduce, and deposit them on Cazador’s doorstep to be dealt with. He tried not to think too much about it. Thinking about it took him to dark, dangerous places, the depths of which he would rather not sink to. He has been doing this for so long that after a while his victims faces all blended together. He could barely remember any, but several. In the early years, he occasionally felt something akin to remorse. Cazador made sure to beat any such feelings out of him. Lock him up and torture him until he could feel nothing or the urges that compelled him to obey.

So, if it was up to Astarion, he wouldn’t have started chatting up the drow. Drows generally looked down on males and could be unpredictable. But the pickings were slim tonight and he had to get at least one soul to Cazador. He didn’t want to think of what would be waiting for him if he returned empty-handed. How unfortunate for him that his target conveniently forgot that her male companion was about to come to the tavern. Even more unfortunate, that he and his friends turned up to escort her home just as Astarion was about to seal the deal. And to add insult to the injury, he was now politely being asked to accompany them behind the tavern, a dagger oh so suggestively pressed to his back.

He was beaten quite mercilessly. And really, it was quite uncalled for. He noted with bitterness that the female drow seemed to enjoy the show. Perhaps this was one of the reasons for her coming to the tavern in the first place. To see your lover put on such a display of power, isn’t it just so romantic?

Astarion would not die from the injuries, but he could not force his body to move. He was quite sure that he had a cracked rib or two. And he needed to move. The sun would rise soon. He needed to seek shelter or be burned to a crisp. Whatever pain he felt now, that would be far more excruciating. 

Astarion breathed out sharply and winced, his body not healing as quickly as it should have.  Perhaps it was better this way. He always fought for survival, always told himself that he would get out of this one way or another. But, after near two centuries passed, he wasn’t so sure anymore. Perhaps it was better to die here in the back alley and not give Cazador the satisfaction of eventually ending his life. Astarion closed his eyes, propped himself up a little higher against the wall and waited for the inevitable first rays.

“Here.”

His eyes shot open, and he scowled at the child crouched near him, offering him a potion. From the looks of it, it was the potion of superior healing. This had to be a hallucination or some kind of trick. Because there was no way that a child dressed like a noble would be in a back alley behind the Flophouse at this time at night offering him salvation in the form of an expensive, potent potion.

With a growl, he swatted her hand away.

“Leave me alone,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that,” the girl set the potion down by his leg and moved away. He was vaguely aware that she was treating him like a wounded animal. Her movements were deliberately slow, as if she was trying to appear as harmless as possible.

“You are going to bleed out, if you just sit there,” she said gently. “It’s good stuff, I promise.”

The child had a point. And no matter how much he wanted to sit here and wallow in self-pity, he did not actually want to die in a dirty back alley after being attacked by some idiots.

With a grunt, Astarion took the bottle and drank. After all, what was the harm? Even if it was poison and the child was someone sent by Cazador to play a cruel trick on him, he would be dead in a few hours anyway.

As he swallowed the last of the potion, the dizziness subsided. He wasn’t losing as much blood, the worst of the wounds having partially healed, the lesser ones disappearing.

“See? Told ya! I will give you another one, but this one is going to cost you,” she produced another potion from a beautiful silk and brocade bag that was attached to her belt. He could hear the clinking of more in there. The bag must have been enchanted to carry so much weight.

“Oh, so only the first one is free, hm? How about I just rip your pretty throat out and take the rest for myself?” He lashed out, catching her arm and squeezing hard. He wasn’t really going to murder her, but a little intimidation could go a long way when bargaining.

“You could, but imagine all the unnecessary fuss, the horrid noise I would make before you kill me, the screaming, the crowd calling for Firsts. You know the drill,” she grinned, seemingly not as scared by the notion as she should have been.

Astarion glared. It seemed he was having an off day if even a child was not intimidated by a clearly bigger and stronger foe. Or perhaps there was just something wrong with this one. He hardly ever dealt with children, so he was not an expert on what was normal or otherwise.

“Fine,” he let go and sat back against the wall. “State your terms.”

“I’ve seen you around here before. And as you come here anyway sometimes, I would like for you to chat to me from time to time.”

“Chat?” He spat the word as if it left a sour taste in his mouth. “I do not chat.”

What was exactly the vibe he was giving tonight? A soft, cuddly teddy-bear? First those drows didn’t seem even in the slightest intimidated and now the child mistook him for some kind of adventurer full of stories? How annoying.

Yet again, potions could come in handy. And there could be other useful things in that bag of hers.

“If I were to agree, and I am not saying that I do agree,” he put his hand up to stop her from talking, “I will want more than just one measly potion. And your terms are too vague. Three conversations and we are done.”

“Ten. And no less than that. And I give you a potion each time we chat and this ring.”

Astarion looked at the strange child, sizing her up. He could never figure out ages when it came to children, probably because he hated children in general and this one seemed particularly irksome, but the half-elf seemed to be about nine, ten? She was dressed better than most would be in this part of the city. Her clothes were embroidered with silver and gold herons, lifting their wings as if in flight and her boots seemed to be made of the best leather. Her blonde hair was in an intricate up-do, with blue velvet ribbons matching her eye-colour holding the construction tightly in place. There were rings that hummed with magic on two of her fingers, and the amulet around her neck did not seem ordinary either. So, this begged the question, who let this child frolic about the less-reputable part of town without an escort or any visible means of protection in the middle of the night?

She seemed confident, pushy and aggravating, but not frightened in the least. So, either she was completely mad or more powerful than she appeared. Maybe both.

Perhaps this arrangement wasn’t so bad. At least she didn’t seem boring, sniffling and disgusting like other children. And it was a deviation from his routine, which probably wasn’t so bad either.

“Fine. Hand them over. And I hope you don’t expect me to hang around this tavern every night for your benefit.”

She nodded and put two potions on the ground together with a ring. Astarion examined it briefly, before slipping the band on his finger.

“It improves your jumps. It’s quite cool actually, especially if you have to leg it out of somewhere.”

“You sound as if you are speaking from experience.”

She didn’t reply to that, but seeing the supplies she had on her, especially of the medicinal type, the girl probably got up to all sorts of mischief.

“Call me Tav.  What is your name?”

“Astarion. And by the way, this counts as one conversation.” He drank another potion and hid the last one behind a barrel, feeling well enough to get up, his chances of surviving rising by the minute. Perhaps he even had it in him to quickly find someone to bring back to Cazador.

“See ya round,” the child gave him a mock bow and walked away, Astarion’s red eyes following her until she rounded a corner and was out of his sight.

“What an oddity,” he frowned, crossing his arms. With any luck, this would be the last time he would see her.

#astarion tav fanfiction #fanfic #astarion #bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate 3 #astarion fanfiction

[tomatoland]

The TopMew scene that was cut was redundant. We already know top is remorseful and Mew is angry. So I’m not surprised it was cut. He should have kept in the other Top scene though where he turned down the hook up. That would have been more impactful for the character.

Oops, I totally did not see this until now. I doubt you are still around, anon, but I’m going to answer this because I finally organized my thoughts.

I wasn't referring to just the break room scene in that post. It's a cascading effect. There is Mew's softened dialogue in EP 6 confrontation, the two previous cut TopMew scenes, and the break room scene. The fact that Jojo said he wish he kept those earlier two TopMew scenes should not be the case. He should not be regretting anything. Everything he wants to show us, should all be on the table. It is HIS art vision. And if they were not editing the episode the same week as it aired, he would have been able to realize that he wanted to put those scenes back in and done so.

That's what I meant by pacing and confirming the storyline is progressing the way he wants. But what is happening is one cut in one episode is leading to another cut in a future episode because there is no basis for the action anymore. As a result, we are losing overall continuity. And who knows what else they'll have to cut because of the editing choices they've already made. Which is why I am worried, they won't have the scenes left to make this a satisfying TopMew reunion at the rate they are going.

I wish we didn't have the interview where Jojo said that because it's making me not trust him with TopMew anymore. If he realized earlier that those scenes didn't fit, they should have done re-shoots but instead we just have cascading cuts.

Removing all these scenes is removing depth from TopMew. It is making them into surface characters. And none of this deleted footage is canon so there is that too.

Yes, definitely, the scene were Top is trying to move on is incredibly important to learning about Top and how he feels about Mew. And they should have kept that regardless of what random people in the fandom think.

But even the deleted scene of Mew's revenge fantasy of wanting to physically hurt Top from episode 7 is important because it provides a basis for his violent thoughts and words in the break room scene. I wish they had shown it at least the TopMew portion as a flash like an intrusive thought while he was in the tub. Everyone has intrusive thoughts, right? No one could fault Mew for that.

So by not showing us that Mew has had violent thoughts, now Mew's anger in the break room scene seems to come out of nowhere so it no longer fit.

I don't agree about the break room scene being redundant. The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.

So instead of knowing that Mew is still incredibly angry and therefore his actions are irrational, what we got was Mew saying "okay" to trying it again with Top here by the pool and then at the end of the episode, inviting Boeing to go wakeboarding with them and saying shit like this to him.

Oops. I meant to cut the collage below in half, but I’ve already hit 10 images, so read left column and right column separately.

Now, Mew just seems wishy-washy. I would rather have seen the depth of Mew's pain and rage then absolutely nothing at all, his indeterminable poker face however sweet it looks.

Mew being wishy-washy/indifferent or just deciding to get back at Top on any given random day means their relationship doesn't have a viable path forward right now. Because if they cannot communicate honestly and vulnerably about what happened with Boston, their relationship cannot ever heal and get healthy. They'll just always be stepping around the cracks. This is the albatross I was referring to in this post.

Mew has never broken down and cried. We've gotten the lone tear, here or there. And we know from this BTS that they have footage of Book crying his heart out. As the viewer, we haven't seen it because Jojo is not painting us a picture.

But removing the break room scene also removed depth from Top too and TopMew's relationship in general.

It shows us that Top is really sorry and willing to show with actions not just with his words that he wants Mew to move forward, so THEY can move forward. Him being unsure of how to handle a wrathful Mew, but still wanting to try. Him saying he already talked to Boeing, since Mew is deeply insecure about him. Him holding Mew's hand and trying to break down this fortress Mew has built around his heart piece by piece.

The song I posted of what I thought the scene could be saying if it had stayed in. Top's POV: "Love, I don't know how this shit works, but I know we could work things out if we just work together." And that's the key phrase "work together."

And this appeasement photo and answering a fan's tweet that we're going to see happy Mew soon. Jojo thinks we're so dumb.

All I want to do is scream back, "But are they ever going to TALK?!" TopMew cannot just solve this with sex. We need soul vulnerability. And I'm bloody annoyed because prior to episode 10 that is literally all they needed, but instead TopMew went backwards.

#topmew #ofts #only friends the series #tomat answers #asks #top tanin #mew witsarut

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Vox and Angel seperately with Yandere S/O who is member of one of demons Ars Goetia (but not related to Stolas) who after noticing some bruises from abuse that they undergone confronts Valentino demanding him to leave Vox/ Angel alone scaring him just like Stolas in episode 6 with his demonic form. Of course If you have a time for doing this

With a Yandere Goetia Reader

Vox

Youd long since accepted Vox's need to work.

Sure, you'd gladly keep him by your side, never to leave your sight as to ensure his absolute safety at all times.

But he was a restless sort and regardless, you had your ways.

Such as the extensive network of demons and shadows that watched him every second of everyday.

You'd be in one of your art studio.

One of the perks of being royalty, you got to live in giant manors, painting a great portrait of your beloved TV demon. It'd become a favourite hobby of yours.

Youd just moved onto a more abstract style of painting, your beloved plasma screen demon just loving your works, always happy to see your art of him.

It'd be as you painted your piece, adding some of the finer details, that you'd suddenly hear the manor door slammed, angry footstep moving towards your room.

You know those footsteps. Size 10 Hellivian short heeled dress shoes, a custom pair you'd had made up for him. Your boo only getting the best.

Hearing your bedroom door slam, you quickly put down your brush, throwing off the apron and seeking out your Media Mogul.

Youd find him in your bedroom, stood at the base of your shared bed, turned away, arms crossed.

You approached him slowly, expecting him to be in a mood.

Youd begin humming your song.

The song you made sure reminded him of only good times. The song that played on your first date.

Moving forwards, you'd gently reach out. He didn't pull away, he knew better.

He knew he didn't need to.

Youd turn him around, expecting to see the pouting, or grumpy face of your Voxy.

But that's not what you saw.

Instead, you found your dearest television headed darling... cracked.

There was two large cracks branching out from a chip in the side of his head.

...

...

The first thing you did was take a deep, deep breath.

Then another deep breath.

Then, another.

Reaching out, you'd gently touch the chip in his face, his screen slowly healing before the demon was completely back to normal.

He didn't look at you, even as you stroked his face.

Youd calmly ask what had happened, and when he didn't answer, you'd turn his head, turning his face to yours before asking again firmly, wanting to know what had happened.

Vox hesitated, before telling you how he and Val had had a disagreement, vox unwilling to stand down and... well, Val didn't like that.

So he'd struck him, to "teach him a lesson", so Vox had run here, not knowing what to do.

Youd just pull him close, before planting a deep kiss on his strange lips, the demon kissed you back.

Youd lead him to the bathroom, using your powers to instantly run a nice hot bath.

You'd bath together, playing, nuzzling, you doing your absolute best to make him forget his awful day.

And after a little steamy time in bed, you'd have him off to sleep, while you just sat there, staring down at your beloved. And while you always enjoyed your time together, all this time, you'd been holding in an overwhelming fury.

So, putting up some wards, and assigning guards to your room, you made your way to the studio.

Of course you stopped momentarily, manifesting the shadow you'd assigned to your beloved, destroying him in the most painful, corrupted way possible for not informing you of your S/O being abused.

Youd make it to the studio, making it inside without harassment.

Youd find Valentino, and would corner him.

Youd tell him harshly, to never touch your love again, and if he did, well...

Youd become a monster, a veritable great cloud of demonic energy making sure he knew just how easily you could kill him if he ever so much as raised a finger towards Vox again.

So, after leaving Val to change his pants, you returned to your Darling, sliding into bed, the TV demon instantly nuzzling into your form.

After that you had an eye on every interaction he and Val had, Val not daring to so much as raise his voice to your S/O. You assigning several... dozen, shadows to watch the studio.

You knew every move, every interaction. And you knew he was safe, and happy, all you could want from the demon.

Angel Dust

You were hard at work, a rare frase for any Goetia to say in earnest.

You were finishing up the finishing touches for a club you were building for your darling Angel.

It was a gift for your one year anniversary, and a way you could ensure he kept up his side of your deal.

When you'd first gotten into a relationship, you'd made a deal that he could work for Valentino for one year, the Spider not quite bold enough to leave at the time. Your agreement ensuring a set period before you'd take him out of there, and you knew the spider was anxious over what he'd do after leaving.

So, you had this club built for him, the whole place practically a temple, A Fortress, to your most precious of possessions, staffed by specialists.

Youd used the past 12 months well, learning all the things he loved in a club, the club a collage of Angels favourite features.

But the club was more then just a bar and some stages. There was a fully fledge studio below the place, you intending for Angel to start making his own films.

As a director.

It was already killing you to let any other man touch him. But you weren't stupid, Angel was a delicate creature, easily scared off my overbearing figures. You had to ease him into the idea of monogamy, even if that meant using less then traditional means.

So, I was working on some of the finer details of the club. I'd been matching Angel's ascetic in every regard, the club awash in pink neon spider webs.

It was a real eye catcher. You hoping he loved it.

I had just signed off on the chairs to be used at the bar, when I was informed Angel Had arrived home, I using a ried and true spell of my powers to appear at my manor, finding the building empty.

I'd search until I found the spider in our bedroom, the effeminate man curled up on the bed, room dark.

So I'd glide across the room, slipping onto the bed, and while another might not have been able to see on the dark, something the spider was likely counting on... to hide the large bruise developing on his cheek.

I'd pull him close, asking him calmly what had happened.

He'd been ordered to fuck some guy for Val and he'd... refused.

He didn't want to cheat on you anymore. He wasn't gonna sleep with anyone, and Val... didn't like that.

Hearing that made you swell with joy, you of course keeping composed, holding the man close as he slowly broke into tears, you holding him close as he had a break down.

Youd hold him close, gently stroking his hair, comforting him until he'd drift off to sleep, all comfy in bed.

And so, with your darling spider asleep, you descended upon the porn studio like the fucking Wrath of God.

You slaughtered all in your way, leaving no one in the studio alive.

Youd kill Vox instantly upon seeing him.

And Val... you made him regret ever touching your Angel. You made him suffer for abusing your beloved.

You left the studio with a happy little humm and a string in your step. You made it home quickly, washing off the blood from your body, slipping into bed and holding the Spider close.

Thanking Lucifer for your single joy in this hellscape.

The next day you'd show him his club, the Spider absolutely gushing, thanking you profusely, you just happy to see the Spider happy.

You'd do anything for your Spider, conquering Heaven and Hell if it so much as bring a smile to his face, anything to make your Angel smile.

#submission #x reader #headcanon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #vox #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust x reader

[thebaileybugle]

Proud

Pairing: Mateo Chavez x older brother!reader (platonic)

Warning(s): Past self-doubt, mention of fire, language, stress, reader has been in San Antonio way longer than Mateo and adapted some of the…lango (as always, let me know if I missed anything)

A/N: No idea where the idea came from to write this but I hope y’all enjoy, Merry Christmas Eve

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You march over to your brother, still recovering from being scared of shit.

“The hell was that Matteo?” he couldn’t see it- hell no one could see it, but you were shaking. Never in your life as a first responder have you been as thrown off and absolutely mortified like you had in the few minutes Matteo was in the building.

Mateo’s face was covered in ash, small tears from the inhalation smoke, rimmed his eyes. You weren’t the only one scared to death for those five minutes he was inside. 126 was right there next to you at the rebel the entry of the crumbling building waiting for Matteo to be spotted again.

Sure, you face these kinds of situations almost every day, but the feeling of worry is different when family is involved…

And that’s what your fellow first responders thought about when the two of you collided in an embrace.

Everyone was on the edge of their seat for the younger cruise to reach them once again, the 126, especially.

-

“The hell do you mean they’re used to be a coal mine under here?” You rushed over to Judd, a wave of something foreign washing over you as you took in his words.

“County closed it down decades ago but-” You cut him off.

“The air pockets could still be down there.” The 126 and your station went into a silence as the information sunk in.

“How long does he have?” Strand asked running a hand through his hair from the rising stress of the situation. “ yesWe half to get him out, no matter the time, but still how long?” They all turn to face Judd.

He released of breath and smooth hand over his face.

“No more than 10 minutes.”

-

You squeezed your brother tight in your arms, to make sure he’s really there, to make sure he’s really alive.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” Mateo muttered out in a stutter, guilt in pain evident in the cracking of his voice.

“Just don’t put something like that again.” You felt him nod and you kissed tone crown of your baby brother’s head as a comfort for both you and him.

-

You are one step away from being seated in the fire engine when you noticed your brother running back toward the building. Pausing in your place you yelled over to him.

“Junior! What, you drop something?”

“There’s someone else in there!” Healed reply, without looking back. You went to follow him, but was held back by Strand and one of your guys.

“Let go, let me go in there, let me-” you granted out as you struggled against their combined strength.

“We were lucky to make it out on scratch.” Strand explained, while they both added more strength to keep you back. panics bike inside you from his words.

“Then why the hell is he going in?” You questioned, finally giving up and pushing their hands off of you.

“He ran off before we could stop. If we could've, we would've.”

-

The 126 was settling into the fire engine but all paused as they heard the last of your conversation with your brother.

“I’m ecstatic you got that guy out but don’t you ever do that shit again.” You pulled apart from a second embrace you engulfed your brother into.

“I just wanted to be like you… make you proud.” His gaze went from your eyes to the cemented ground. You grimaced at his explanation and shook your head. You pinched the bridge of your nose and squeezed you eyes tightly closed.

“Is this because of the award ceremony from last month?” You asked Mateo, opening your eyes again to find him still looking sheepishly at the ground. He nodded his head and with the same sheepish look brought his gaze back up to meet yours. “Jesus Mateo… you don’t need to run into overly fatal fires to be like me especially to make me proud.”

“But-” Mateo tried to argue but you cut him off putting a hand on the side of his head.

“Baby brother, I've been proud of you since you made your way into the world twenty five years ago. Since I held your tiny little baby body in my arms when you first came home, and I’ve been proud of you through every single big and small accomplishment and mistake you went through in both our lives. I love you so damn much Mateo, you hear me?” You brought your hand to his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze then shoved him just a bit.

“I love you too, big bro” Mateo replied, a single tear slipped from his eye.

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Ending A/N: 🥹 Mateo deserves so much love

#mateo chavez x reader #mateo chavez #911 lone star x reader #911 lone star #mateo chavez x male reader #brother!reader #x brother!reader

[climbthemountain2020]

Flame of Autumn - Chapter 9

Part 10/25 | Ao3

TW for mentions of torture.

Eris

Eris could not possibly fathom what he had been thinking when he told Tilly about the literal treason he was committing, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. The thing was, he couldn’t remember if he’d ever had someone in his life he’d trusted, let alone enough to tell a secret that could have him killed by sunrise. But he trusted Tilly.

She’d shared that magic with him–he’d known she was holding back, but he’d wanted her to tell him on her own terms, and she had. She’d sacrificed her biggest secret to help ease his pain, and he found he didn’t care at all that she had information on him that could damn him. He wanted her to know–found that he wanted her to know every single part of him. Some time in between the shared books, the quips back and forth, the touching of their hands, Eris had begun to fall in love with his wife.

Which was exactly why sleep was not coming to Eris tonight.

He lay in the warm bed, Tilly’s steady breaths filling the air between them as he stared at the ceiling. After they’d shared that moment in the bathroom, she’d left him to bathe, turning down the sheets of the bed and getting him tea. When he emerged, she looked almost shy, and they’d spoken little before bed, but he’d pushed his wet curls out of his eyes and grabbed her hand to give her knuckles a kiss. The blush across her cheekbones had been worth it.

Eris could hardly believe that he felt no pain as he lay on his back–without Tilly’s magic, he’d have been sleeping on his stomach for a week, even with his accelerated healing. Beron had been absolutely furious, furious that “that girl” had dared to speak out of turn, had dared to talk to him in such a way. He was even angrier at Eris’ blatant refusal to continue hitting her.

Eris had explained it away through a mouthful of blood. They had a meeting to attend in two day’s time–it would have been unseemly for her to appear with a face full of bruises, and he’d already informed the lords that she would be traveling with him, so he couldn’t leave her behind now. Though Beron had seemed somewhat placated by his response, there had been no stopping him once his bloodlust had begun. Once Beron had begun to dole out a lesson, he never stopped until he was finished.

“Do you care for her?” He’d asked Eris, sneering as he cracked the whip across his son’s back.

“For that vapid girl with hardly any house training? Of course not. She’s here for heirs, nothing more.” He’d responded through gritted teeth, both to stem the pain of the slashes opening through the flesh of his back and the additional pain of speaking so horribly and dishonestly about Tilly.

It’s for the greater good. It keeps her safe.

“That’s right, Eris. She is here for breeding and nothing more. You’d do well to remember that.”

“Shes just another faceless female to fuck, father.” He fought against a groan of pain as Beron lashed his flames over the open wounds on his body. “Nothing more.”

“Good. Because if she ever speaks out of turn again, I will make you kill her while I watch.” The hope had turned to ash in Eris’ heart, snuffing out like a candle in the wind.

Eris turned to look at Tilly sleeping soundly beside him. She always came to him in her sleep now, winding her small, warm body around his sweetly. He always let her. He always slept so little, but he slept better entwined with her.

He looked down and scoffed to see Hestia on the bed by Tilly’s feet.

Vicious hounds, indeed.

Hestia cocked her head and tipped an ear up as if to say look who’s talking, then set her head back on Tilly’s feet. He watched Tilly’s chest rise and fall beneath the blankets, her beautiful red hair spread across the pillow. She looked so peaceful, so gorgeous. He had come to care for her too much. She’d inserted herself so flawlessly into his life, but being here was going to get her killed. Tonight had only proved that. She was too good for this place, for him, for his whole family–just like his mother.

But she’d taken care of him. She used her hands, her magic, her words. No one had taken care of him since he was a boy. Every day since Tilly had come here, even when they were strangers, she’d been there for him, supported him, was unabashedly kind to him even when she’d had no reason to be. Eris had felt that spark of hope bloom in his chest when he’d seen her on their wedding day, and it had grown to a thrashing inferno within him. Could he be selfish enough to put her safety on the line to keep that?

Tilly mumbled, scrambling sleepily across the gap between them and grabbing his shirt to pull him to her. He let her and turned his face into her hair, rolling onto his side to wrap an arm around her waist. She sighed pleasantly, nuzzling her face into his chest, and Eris let himself savor the moment. He tried to feel the way her delicate hands grasped him, her strong legs wrapped around his, her slow, easy breaths fanned out across his chest. He inhaled her sweet scent, and committed it all to memory as he let sleep take him.

Tilly

Something vital had shifted between Tilly and Eris. She could feel it in between them when she awoke the following morning, tucked warmly into his side, his quiet snores falling into her hair. She didn’t race to disentangle herself from him this time, she simply let herself be there, snuggled more deeply into him, and closed her eyes against the rising morning light.

When she opened her eyes again, she found his amber ones staring at her, and the smile that curved his lips set alight something within her that spread from her toes to the top of her scalp. She stretched like a cat, and returned the smile shyly.

“Good morning, Eris.” She couldn’t help the blush she felt creep up her neck, and it clearly did not escape his notice either as he smiled with delight.

“Good morning, Tilly.” His voice was deep and rough with sleep, and it was doing nothing to help the sprawling blush. She giggled and rolled out of the bed to trot to the bathroom to wash up and change. This was exactly the way she wanted to wake up every day for the rest of her immortal life.

They ate breakfast together on the couch, reading while she tucked her socked feet beneath his thigh. He’d raised a brow at her as she’d done it, but she’d just shrugged and gone back to her book. The mornings were getting colder, and she was going to utilize the built-in, magical warmth of her husband. Every so often, she would catch him looking at her face, and she knew by the look of desperation in his eyes that he was staring at the cut on her lip and the bruises along her jaw. She tried to let him know she understood, she didn’t blame him at all, but the looks he gave her were haunted.

Beron was away for a few days, and the relief around the Forest House was palpable. Since their incredible wake-up, Eris had only seemed to withdraw further into himself, though. Tilly was worried for him–she knew he was battling with the constant reminder on her face of what he’d had to do. When she caught him looking, she would touch her hands to his arms, his hands, his face–hoping to reassure him.

After they tired of reading, Eris convinced Tilly to take a walk with him around the grounds–despite his earlier sadness, he said he’d wanted to show her something, and she’d indulge any adventures he wanted to take if only she could see him crack a smile. Without Beron around, the people of the court seemed to breathe more freely, and a walk around the grounds would be nice. She dressed warmly, per his advice, the dark clouds in the distance seeming to spell out the incoming rain.

Last night had been horrible, but the moment they’d shared in their bathroom had changed something between them. He’d been ready to take on the pain of torture to keep her safe, and she’d figured if that hadn’t earned her trust then nothing would. She’d hardly thought twice before healing him, despite the fact that she’d spent centuries hiding that very power from everybody. He meant more to her than secrecy; Eris seemed to suddenly mean more to her than anything. She planned to show him her fire today, perhaps after they’d walked a bit farther from the manor and she wouldn’t risk anyone else seeing. She wanted to share everything with him, with no stones left unturned. If she was going to do this, really commit to this, there needed to be no secrets left between them.

“So, where are you taking me, husband?” Eris focused his eyes on the woods ahead.

“It’s a surprise.” He said, somewhat flatly. Tilly tried again to humor him.

“Ah, so you really are taking me to the woods to kill me this time, hmm?” He laughed mirthlessly, but he still wouldn’t look at her.

“Eris? Are you alright?” He turned to her, eyes immediately going to her jaw, devastation once again filling his eyes. Tilly grabbed his hand, lifting it to her mouth with a turn and pressing a soft kiss to his palm. His eyes widened, but the expression of pain only seemed to deepen. His voice cracked as he asked “Ready?”

“Ready.” She said, her concern only growing as he winnowed them out of the chilly woods.

When Tilly opened her eyes, the trees of Autumn were covered in a light snow, and the rain was lightly falling around them. She looked around at the familiar landscape, mountains in the distance. This was close to her father’s house.

“Are we at the border?” She turned to ask him as he cast a shield around them to keep out the rain and cold.

“Yes, near Castalare.” So, about an hour’s travel from the woods she knew so well.

“Why are we here?” She asked curiously, but when she turned back to Eris, the tears in his eyes caused her to stumble. “Eris, what’s wrong?” Without hesitation, he reached into the pocket between worlds, pulling out a duffel bag and a heavy winter coat.

“You’re leaving.” Every bit of air whooshed from her chest, threatening to choke her. Her eyes burned as the panic rose in her throat.

“What? I–” But Eris was already talking again, as though he wanted to get it all out before he lost the nerve.

“Kallias will offer you asylum from here. Keep going. Tell him you need to speak with Rhysand from the Night Court, he’ll keep you…” But Tilly had stopped hearing anything except the roaring in her ears as the world fell out from under her.

She wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

“No.” It was all she could manage, but her voice sounded stronger than she’d thought it would.

“Tilly, please.” The desperation in his voice broke something within her. “You’ll die here. I can’t watch him kill you the way he killed Jesminda. I won’t survive it.”

Eris was…Eris was crying. Big tears rolled from his beautiful amber eyes and down his freckled cheeks. Distantly, she was aware that she was crying, too, the tears burning trails down her cold face.

But she took a step closer, then another. His eyes were wild, but she grabbed his hands in hers anyway. In a voice much braver than she felt, she said “I am not leaving, Eris.”

“You must. I care for you too much, I let myself get reckless, and now I have to let you go.” He was heaving great gasps of air, fighting for a breath.

“You will not order me to leave.” She tried to steady her breaths, stop her own tears. She mustered the calmest voice she could, but it came out as barely more than a whisper. “I don’t care about the risk. I only care about you.”

“You cannot possibly choose your safety–your life–after me?” His look was so sincerely disbelieving that it sent another cleaving blow through her heart. Had anyone ever chosen Eris? Had he ever been someone’s priority?

“I do, and I will. My place is by your side–for as long as we have, I am yours. I will not flee. I will not leave you to do this alone.” One breath. Two. His eyes darted around her face, as though he couldn’t truly believe it, then his face crumpled and his arms were around her.

Their lips met in a crash of harsh breaths and clacking teeth–rough, primal, necessary. A fire burned in Tilly as her hands delved into his curls, tugging his head down to hers and nipping his lip. He hummed as his hands roamed wildly down her sides, grasping beneath her thighs and lifting her to him. She felt the shield drop only as the rain soaked through her cloak, felt them moving only as she felt the tree press into her back. Otherwise, she knew nothing but the feel of Eris’ lips on hers, his hands on her body. She arched into his touch like it had been missing from her for the entirety of her life, and he pushed into her with his hips as though he couldn’t get close enough.

The kisses began to calm, their hands roamed more gently, and when Tilly opened her eyes, she found him staring back at her. He let his head drop to her shoulder, collapsing against her in relief, so she unwound her hands from his hair and gently rubbed circles onto his back.

“You would truly stay?” She heard him whisper into her neck, but she had made up her mind long ago.

“Always. I will always stay, Eris. I am yours.” His arms tightened around her as they held each other, only the sounds of their mingled breath and the rain falling down around them.

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I had a fun idea to add even more angst/crack shenanigans to Joseph’s side of the Star Swap

So the Man In The Mirror fight :)

Now...... there’s admittedly not a whole lot Joseph’s going to be able to do differently in the fight itself. He’s still going to go to Pompeii, Fugo would still push him out of the way of the mirror, and he’s still not going to want to leave Fugo behind. There is of course the small issue of not being able to see Purple Haze, but that won’t change much in the grand scheme of things

However, the fun bit comes with the aftermath, specifically from when he would get infected with the Haze

To start things off, what if this is when Joseph reveals Hamon can heal injuries and disease. My personal head canon with how it works is that it essentially boost the immune system and gives more energy so the body’s repair systems works faster. HOWEVER, this is still Purple Haze’s haze, and unfortunately for Joseoh the healing wouldn’t be anywhere near as instantaneous as when Golden Experience fixed it. And given the nature of the haze virus, not only is it going to be slow to flush out but it’s also going to be immensely painful in the process

So just. Joseph ends up curled up in a ball trying to keep his breathing as deep and even as possible with bright golden electricity dancing across his whole body, the power being split between fixing the injuries caused by the virus and killing the virus itself. And for a bit of extra fun, maybe when Fugo gets Abbaccio Joseph ends up setting his progress back even further by sending a couple healing sparks to the man so his hand can reattach. He can’t even walk right now, Fugo and Abbaccio have to carry him back to the van and set him down in the back

And it’s...... honestly kinda painful to watch. They may have only met him a couple hours ago, but he did just save their lives so it feels not great to see his suffering drawn out like this. Plus, Joseph’s acting in a usual Joseph Manner and cracking jokes and making conversation between the almost desperate gasps for air, as if he’s not currently fighting for his life where just one breath too shallow would mean the end. It’s..... a tad unnerving how calm and flippant he is

At some point I can definitely see Abbaccio snapping at him for being an idiot and purposefully getting himself get sick like this. That risking his life to save theirs was stupid and he should've taken the key and ran instead of risk the mission. Then in retaliation, what if Joseph snarks back something like “Not letting anyone else die on my watch. And ‘sides, ‘m not gonna want to try this again. 0/10, would not recommend, currently 2nd on my list of things I never want put in my body again”

The dead people comment was a little concerning, but the later half of the comment gets Fugo’s attention because he’s very familiar with Purple Haze’s affects, and it’s only 2nd on Joseph’s list? What’s 1st then? And Joseph, in his sick, exhausted, and pretty delirious state, ends up elaborating but in the worst possible:

“Number 1 are poisonous wedding rings. Jerks shoved them through my chest and neck and I can’t get them out because they’re around my ar- aorta and windpipe. Didn’t want em and it hurt a lot, but they said it was to make it so I didn’t back out. ‘s not too bad though. Was able to save Caesar and Uncle Speedwagon”

Naturally, this is concerning as fuck for a multitude of reasons. First off, he specifically said wedding ring and that they were apparently to keep him trapped in some kind of “agreement,” possibly with the threat of harm toward family and/or friends. It’s not much of a logical leap to assume said agreement was marriage, and as far as they know Jojo is 15. There is..... no possible way to make what he just said not terrifying once the pieces connect

Second off, there’s the method which Joseph implied they were inserted, and they already know that Joseph can heal massive injuries and that he knows he can heal massive injuries, all without leaving a scar. That doesn’t give them high hopes for how the rings were put inside

And third off, the fact he refers to it in the present tense. Because after all, Joseph still isn’t sure if he does or doesn’t have the rings in this body right now. He doesn’t know if whatever brought him here gave him the rings alongside his Hamon abilities, so he wouldn’t refer to them in the past or having been removed. This is worrying because to Abbaccio and Fugo, this means it isn’t some past event that Joseph was able to get out of. This is something that’s still an active problem and threat to his life

So yeah. To say this freaks them out is an understatement

And just. What do you even say to this??? Maybe they ask a couple questions and get vague even more terrifying answers that sound very bad out of context (and I mean. it’s still not great but it sounds bad in a different way), but eventually Joseph gets enough of the haze out of his system and promptly decides to pass out, and Abbaccio and Fugo are left sitting in silence over what they just learned

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