#there's just something about. someone who is sworn to protect others going up against a force so much larger than themselves

[moonydustx]

Can I be your favorite?

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Summary: In search of information, Law meets an archaeologist who brings all his insecurities and jealousies to the surface. Warnings: porn with practically no plot, explicit content, smut, jealousy, possessiveness, almost declarations of love. Law and F!Reader already have a "relationship" (depending on your point of view, it could even be part of A not so funny story). Despite bringing some canonical details, it diverges a little from the story. A/N: a few days ago an edit with this song appeared on my fy and it just stuck in my head and this idea came to me. Minors do not interact | +18 only

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Law seemed increasingly interested in the search for the Poneglyphs. It was the third island you visited that he knew where to find certain information. This time, only you and him disembarked from Polar Tang, the justification was that it would be something quick, just finding an informant.

You just didn't expect such information to be with an archaeologist. A beautiful, blonde and hot archaeologist. Law had already told you about her and how fame preceded her, how she liked to use men to her advantage and pleasure. That immediately set off an alert in your mind.

"What is she doing here?" was the first thing the woman said when she saw you entering the bar, which was the meeting point. "From what I remember, I said I would exchange the information in exchange for you coming alone, Mr. Surgeon of Death."

"You'd trade the information for money, Arine." he corrected her. "She's the strategist of my crew, I need her in these types of meetings."

The woman turned her nose in your direction and took Law by one of her arms, leading him into the bar. Just by the atmosphere of the place you knew that the woman had a certain influence there. Glances – both drawn and protective – danced around Arine. In a way, it made you feel out of place, it was as if you had the wrong clothes, the wrong hair, everything wrong, just a mere figure following the two of them.

At one of the tables further back, the woman sat down, almost merging her body with Law's, forcing you to sit on the opposite side. You even tried to avoid it, but her meek tone of voice and the hands that made a point of touching Law in every gap made a gray cloud of jealousy appear in you. As much as you ended your nights in the captain's room and were woken up by his kisses, you knew that nothing had been established. He was free to even be with the disgusting blonde in front of you.

Law, on the other hand, noticed the ignorance of the woman in your direction. The unwanted touches on him, Arine's provocative voice, but the information she brought matched what he was looking for, besides the fact that if he disagreed with the woman and ended up getting into an argument he would be putting both of you at risk.

"So..." the blonde's voice sounded more irritating than usual. "I don't believe you came just looking for information. The island is huge, I believe there is a favorite thing for you to do." even from across the table, you could see her throw her legs over Law's. "Or someone's favorite."

"My favorite thing here is you and the information you can give." he spoke harshly, immediately noticing the unfortunate choice of words.

That was the limit for you. Okay, there was no way she could know the history between the two of you, but you weren't obligated to watch Law make the slightest effort to get out of that situation. Your hands slammed harder than you expected against the table as soon as you stood up, attracting both of their attention.

"I'm going to get a drink." your eyes remained fixed on Law's and soon you turned your back to both of them.

Law could read the jealousy in your eyes as soon as you walked away, he knew he would need to invest his time in correcting it. He watched Arine get up and call you. He could have sworn you would kill the woman right then and there.

"You there." Arine poked your shoulder. "Get a drink..." she started, speaking louder so everyone would think everything was okay. "And get out of here. I believe that my Law is not very comfortable in the presence of his employees. You are hindering my efforts to taste him."

"What?" your voice came from your lips in disbelief. It wasn't possible that you were listening to that, as much as you wanted to finish her off, your priority was to help Law with the Poneglyphs. "Yes ma'am."

You turned your back on her and went to the bar, ordering a dose of whatever strong shit they could offer you. You wanted to disappear, just erase your mere and insignificant existence at that moment. A hand touched your waist and you looked hopeless. Just another asshole in that place.

Law watched Arine return, with a malicious smile on her lips and throw her body on top of him again. His body tensed with hatred at each touch from the woman. You wouldn't touch him like that in public, why would she have any right?

"Where do we stop?" she asked and before Law could respond, he watched a man approach you and touch your waist.

"I need to go." Law started to get up, but was stopped by the woman.

"Don't worry about your pet, my man will take good care of her. Even simple little things like her deserve a good night." Arine said close to his ear. "I have a hotel a few meters away, we can have our good night there."

Law only lasted a few seconds of the woman speaking, while the scene unfolded in front of him. The man remained glued to you, his hand remained on your waist but the disgust was clear in your eyes. Law was tired of it. He turned towards Arine and, pretending to fall for her charms, he ran his hand down the woman's leg.

"Is he your trusted man?"

"The best I have." she replied, proud of finally making Law give in. "Your little pet will like it." His hands went down to Arine's calves and as soon as he reached the small dagger he had seen hidden in her boot, he pulled it out and stuck it on the table. Soon after, Law allowed his powers to create a blue beam on his hand and the sharp object.

"Get him away from her now." Law snapped. Anyone watching from afar would never have imagined that he was about to kill a man. "I'd hate to have this show up instead of his necklace."

The woman whistled and snapped her finger twice and the man released you immediately, to Law's relief. Maybe you weren't the only person who let yourself be consumed by jealousy.

"You value your pet too much."

Law took the knife from the table and brought it to the girl's throat, noticing that the bar immediately stopped to watch them.

"Keep her out of your damn mouth." Law threw the dagger on the table and took out a small bag of berris from his pocket. "Our treaty ends here."

"It is a shame." the woman handed him a small card. By damn irony, it was the same hotel you two were at. "Come see me if you change your mind."

Law left the woman talking to herself and looked around the bar. You were gone. He considered returning the dagger to the woman's throat and asking if she had anything to do with it, but something told him no. The only answer he had was that you had gone to your base point, the hotel.

After flirting, asking you to go somewhere else and even threatening you because the man had a "job to do", just like that the man let you go. Trying not to understand the situation and moving away from that madhouse that was the bar, Arine and all the idiots involved, you returned to the hotel.

The first thing you did was take off your shoes. Why get ready for a damn meeting? Just Arine's presence made it clear that you were no match. You couldn't stop thinking about where Law could be, what the two of them could be doing. "My only favorite thing here is you" Law's words were still echoing in your mind when you heard a few knocks on the door.

Without bothering to think, you opened it, finding Law apparently without much patience.

"Are you ok?" he asked, entering the room.

The hurt consumed you and seemed to suffocate the angry words that surfaced and died in your lack of courage. But despite everything, he was still there and not with her.

"May I ask why you're pouting?" Law closed the door behind him, watching you cross the room and sit on the bed.

The sight of you with your arms crossed and a pout - just like a tantruming child - was cute but it was clear that something was bothering you and Law knew exactly what it was. He just wanted to press your buttons and see how far your hatred for Arine would go or if something had actually happened and he would need to start a hunt.

"I'm not pouting." As much as you wanted to go on a silence strike, you knew it would be immature - and maybe even wrong.

"Now you're doing even more." a barely audible laugh left his lips. The man placed Kikoku against the door and started to watch you. "I think I have a hunch what this is about."

"Of course, dear Arine must have told you." the venom in your voice gave away everything Law needed to know.

"Why did you disappear? Did that idiot do something?"

"I hated that place." you just responded, finding Law looking at you in a worried way.

"Not what I asked."

"Long story short, he wanted to fuck me, but I'm not that good."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Captain, I don't want to talk about it." You stood up, heading towards the door but a hand stopped you from continuing. "Besides, you should be wasting time with Arine."

"Are you really going to fall for her conversation?"

"I heard you." you just said. "Your favorite girl, in fact, she's the one who asked me to leave. You wouldn't feel comfortable with her "tasting" you in front of your employees." you imitated her tone of voice.

The cynicism in your voice as well as the bright line in the waterline of your eyes created an alert in the doctor's mind. Perhaps Arine's manipulation had gone too far, Law was beginning to consider it a bad idea to have given in - or at least pretended - that the woman's charms didn't even come close to what you did to him. His hand let go of yours, only to let you reach the door. Before your hand touched the doorknob, it was covered by Law's, which locked the door. He needed to make it up to you and he didn't want to be interrupted by it.

"Please don't do that. I hated her as much as you did." he turned you around, coming face to face with you. "There's no need to be jealous. What can I do to make it up to you?"

"I don't know." you let your face fall to the side his hand touched you, appreciating the small gesture. Law could manipulate you however he wanted, you would gladly accept it. "I just wanted to be pretty like her. You know, be your favorite."

Law could have replied that you were the most beautiful woman there - and for him, in all the seas, but he preferred other methods to convince you. Not allowing much time for you to continue mumbling, his body pressed against yours, his hand cupped your face and his lips collided with yours. His tongue passed under your lips, causing you to open them and give Law space to take you. It was like a fight for air and to ward off all those bad feelings that night had brought you. Impetuously Law invaded your mouth, purred against your lips, finally after that horrible night he could take you.

Your hands reached his shirt and unbuttoned it button by button, throwing it to some deserted corner of the small room. Wetness accumulated in your intimacy as you allowed your hands to pass over Law's abdomen, going down until you found a hard volume. Your fingers began to press against him, drawing small patterns on the tip of his dick.

"Do you want to taste it? You know, only you can." he whispered, hearing a please escape your lips. "Get on your knees."

You promptly followed his orders. Feeling your hands itch, you placed them on his thighs and allowed your lips to run along the coarse fabric of his jeans. In your field of vision you can see two tattooed hands unbuttoning the piece without any rush. Law watched your lips change the fabric of your jeans for the black underwear that covered them.

"Are you that eager?" again, the same low tone, the same teasing behind his voice.

His cock appeared in your field of vision and in a slow counterpoint to your anxiety, your tongue just slowly slid along its entire length, from base to tip. One of your hands reached the base, giving you space to cup his balls in your lips. Law's hand that was holding him against the door went down to his cock, taking it from your lips.

"Don't be mean." He pointed the tip at you, sliding it over your lips. "Do you remember how to ask it to stop?" He took one of your hands and placed it on his leg again. Two beats: a pause for breath, three beats: stop immediately.

You just nodded, opening your mouth and batting your eyelashes in Law's direction. The innocent look, the anxiety that was clear in you, the invasion was sudden, Law had already put up with too much of your provocation. His hand joined your hair, pushing you against the wall as he thrust deep into your throat, starting slowly and quickly increasing the speed.

"Is that what you want?" the tattooed fingers got even more tangled in your hair "It's only yours, take it all in"

The air seemed increasingly rarefied and your eyes stung with some involuntary tears at the same time you could feel your panties getting even wetter and your voice producing involuntary moans, your body reacted to the grunts coming from the man above you. Your eyes met Law's and you found one of the most beautiful scenes you had ever seen. A little sweat accumulated on his face, his chest rose and fell euphorically and his eyes focused on you. As if it were still possible, Law, noticing your gaze lost in theirs, stuck his dick even deeper into your throat.

"Fucking beautiful." he murmured, taking his dick out of you and watching you catch your lost breath. With his hands still stuck in your hair, he pulled you to your feet again. "The most beautiful woman, all mine."

One of the few remaining tears ran down your face and you felt it burn even more when Law slid his tongue over your cheek, licking it and erasing it from existence. All mine his voice whispered again. Leaving his clothes - and consequently you - behind, Law walked to the bed, sitting down and looking at you from afar. Even with the distance you could still see Law lost after you sucked him. His eyes danced over your body.

"Come here, take off your clothes for me, please." damn it. Hearing Law ask you for something silly, eyes still shining from watching you suck him was a little too much for you. You walked over to him, stopping between the man's legs. The first thing you took off was your blouse, followed shortly by the skirt and panties you were wearing.

"And you still ask if you're my favorite." Law murmured something that you suspected was just his thought, still trapped in a trance.

"Am I?" you used the same teasing tone he usually used, as he had just a few minutes ago. Your legs passed through Law's body, wrapping around his waist. Using equal strength for both of you, Law pulled you and lay down on the bed. “Law…” your warning tone appeared as you saw him pull you away from his dick, towards his face.

"My favorite, my only, the most beautiful..." he listed unpretentiously "What do you need to understand?" He started kissing your thighs, which were already around his cheeks. "Let me prove it to you."

Law pulled your hips down, your pussy falling over his lips. You had to suppress a scream when you felt his tongue travel all over your vulva, stopping at your clit. His hands settled on your thighs as you tried to roll against him, looking for more friction. The suppressed screams soon began to escape your lips in low moans every time you felt him slide his tongue inside you.

Law was usually methodical, he took as long as he needed to make you cum but now it was different. You could feel your even wetter pussy while Law grunting beneath you as squeezed you even tighter and sucked your clit without worrying about the mess made on his face. The precipice seemed just seconds away when he stopped, taking you off of him and placing you back on his hips. His lips were dripping with your honey as was his chin and your legs were still shaking from the orgasm that was behind you. Law's hand went up to his hair and took off the last piece of clothing on his body: the hat, placing it on your head.

"You know you are mine, just mine, just as I am yours." his hands slid over your breasts, going down and pulling your hips, fitting your entrance to his cock. "Ride me, take what's yours."

"Fuck Law." you moaned softly, feeling every inch of him fill you.

You could feel wet, but it was never enough when Law entered you. When you reach the base of his dick, you can feel him grunting along with you, his hands tightening the skin of your ass even more as his hips press into you.

You started slowly, your hands resting on Law's chest while your hips rose and fell millimeters, not wanting to move away from the feeling of being filled by him, of having every inch of your pussy filled. As the speed increased, your moans began to echo throughout the room and one of your hands involuntarily went up to your mouth, covering it.

"No, babe." Law pulled your hand and, with the other, held your two arms behind your back. "We're not in Polar Tang, I want to be able to hear you scream, at least today."

His feet planted themselves on the bed and Law began to move his hips against yours. He thrust hard, the noise of bodies coming together was as loud as your moans and you could also hear the words coming out louder and louder from his lips.

"Your little pussy is squeezing me so much, so good." He used one of his hands to find your breast, squeezing the nipple between his fingers and hearing you scream.

"Harder, please love." the word that escaped your lips worked as fuel for Law.

The hand holding your hands let go and your body fell against his chest. One of Law's tattooed hands got tangled in your hair while the other circled your back and attached itself to your waist. Sweet whispered nothings and screams of pure pleasure echoed throughout the room, leaving your lips and falling into Law's ears like pure delight.

"Fuck, cum for me babe" Law's lips found the sensitive spot below your ear. "I want to see my girl soak me."

The words were enough for you to feel your vision turn white and your body soften in Law's arms, while you used his name as a mantra. Without waiting for you to recover, Law held you on his lap, still inside you and took you to the nearest wall, starting to thrust into you mercilessly again.

"It's too much, please."

"Just a little more." Law murmured, his face stuck in the back of your neck, biting every piece of exposed skin. "Just give me one more."

"Damn, right there." Your voice was thin and broken, almost inaudible. Law hit the right spot inside you and in your limited field of vision, you could see the red tone on Law's skin just below your nails. "L-Law! I'm feeling something... Damn Law!"

Law could feel his dick getting wet as he watched you having a squirt that from your reaction he believed was the first time. His name sounded like the hottest thing he had ever heard and when he saw your pussy gushing he couldn't control himself and came, filling you with his seed, that would be a worry for later.

"I-I..." you started to speak to even that seemed too much for you, and you just let your head fall on his shoulder.

Feeling your body weak, Law guided you back to the bed, allowing you to lie against his body. The tattooed hands drew something invisible on your skin and your breathing was labored. "The wall... the neighbors..." you tried to list, still feeling weak. When you looked up to see if Law was listening to you, you found him smiling mischievously. "What are you thinking?"

"I heard we have an interesting neighbor here at the hotel." the pieces fell into place, making your face burn in embarrassment.

"She's going to hate me, even more."

"If it helps you, she already hated you." Law explained, caressing your cheek. "In the bar, she was the one who told that guy to talk to you."

"Ah, that doesn't make me feel any better. You mean a guy only hit on me because she asked?"

"What does that mean?" He seemed indignant and you quickly tried to correct yourself.

"I was already feeling ugly, that didn't make it much better."

"Do you need one more to understand how beautiful you are?" you knew exactly what Law was telling you about and you felt your face burn with shyness. "She's just a frustrated person, don't worry about anything she told you."

"Sour, damn blonde." you mumbled, earning a laugh from Law, who whispered your name softly, catching your attention.

"You know you're the only one, right?" he asked and you nodded. "And that you are amazing and beautiful."

"You're also the only one." his eyes followed your smile, as you snuggled into him. "And incredible, beautiful, strong. If I keep listing them, I'll end up putting you to sleep." you laughed, seeing Law acquire a more serious expression. "A coin for your thought"

"I-I... I lo..." he could remember what you had called him, he knew very well the feelings he had for you, but it seemed so difficult to bring them to the surface.

He still remembered when he allowed himself to actually feel that way for someone and watch those people leave him. Law knew he couldn't bear to see you go through the same thing. Taking him out of his daydreams and the speech stuck on his lips, you reached out to reach Law's forehead and place a small kiss, before then cuddling up to him again.

"I know. And so do I." you had your own fears, your own traumas and fears, you understood his fear.

For now it would be better this way, if your love remained between the two of you.

#fiction #reader insert #one piece #no use of y/n #requests open #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #law x you #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #trafalgardwaterlaw #mdni #smut #trafalgar one piece

[rayassecretlife]

Do you still love me?

Pairing: Aged up!Neteyam Sully x Fem!Omaticaya!reader

Summary: You and Neteyam’s family has stayed the same for many years, only one daughter who was now 4. But you fear that Neteyam doesn’t want more, scared he had fallen out of love with you after the birth.

Warning(s): Mature language, mentions of miscarriage, dad!Neteyam being a warning himself, just a lot of fluff and angst etc. not proof read

“Mama!” Your ears twitched at the voice, your daughters crying voice echoing through high camp. You had been working on one of the hunters but quickly excused yourself at her call, pushing past the groups of people to get to her voice. “Where is mama!”

“Aratakai!” The people moved away from you once they noticed, all bowing their heads as you passed and apologizing for stepping in the way. You finally got to the center of the circle, a sigh of relief leaving your chest as you made eye contact with her. “What’s wrong?” She runs to you, clinging to your leg like she had been scared somebody would take her away. You looked up at the other person, forehead creasing at him.

“Look, Y/N-“

“Bad men! Bad men!” Your four year old cries against your leg and your eyes quickly glare at him, watching his ears fall. “Try to get uncle Lo’ak”

“Y/N, I swear I didn’t mean to bring her in the middle I-“

“You brought her on your scouting trip?!” Your voice is enough to alert the whole village and everyone around you is staring at Lo’ak, watching in fear of when Neteyam would approach. He was nowhere to be seen, which was a surprise being that he could feel your emotions and most definitely could feel your rage. “I won’t even let Neteyam bring her outside the barriers! Her own father!”

“She was already out there!” He interrupts, kneeling down to your daughter who had been clinging to your leg. “Arat, tell her what you were-“

“Enough!” You hiss, reaching down to pull her into your arms. Your heart was beating terribly fast, and her cries only made it worse. “I thought you grew out of your immature faze, Lo’ak. I guess I was wrong-“

“T-try get the fruit, mama” You looked down at your daughters face, tears staining her small cheeks. “Uncle Lo’ak take me home” Your ears flatten at her words, taking a second to look back at your brother in law. He understood your frustration, he wasn’t mad at you for snapping.

“Lo’ak-“

“Make way!” One of the hunters called, the very large Ikran coming to the group. Lo’ak gave you a reassuring look and you nodded, hand pulling your daughters head to lay against you, making sure she felt safe.

“Ma’Tìyawn, what happened?” Neteyam’s voice makes her lift her head, now allowing him to see her tears. You could feel his fear and anger raise almost instantly, looking around to find the route of the problem. “Arat-“

“She got into the forest, Neteyam” You tell him, now feeling your own tears ghost your eyes. You were so worried, so angry that someone had brought her down there. She was only 4, there was no way she could’ve made it herself—not without an Ikran. “Somebody brought her down there”

Your husband looks around at your clan, jaw clenched tightly with his eyes strained on each and every one of their faces. When Arat was born, he set strict rules to never bring any harm to her. The people were sworn to protect her at all costs, so who the hell put her in danger?

Whoever it was, he was going to find out—and he was going to kill them. There was no debate about that.

“Lo’ak found her… brought her home” His eyes turn to his younger brother, watching his eyes soften at the sight of him. When Lo’ak found her, he didn’t know how she had even gotten there—so confused he searched the area for the person.

But he got caught between sky people, and Arat almost got hurt. He had never been more disappointed in himself—never been so terrified something could happen.

You and Neteyam kept her secluded from anything that involved danger. It was your biggest fear that something could happen to her because even though you’d feel like this with any child of yours, she was your only one.

You needed to protect her.

He thanked his brother before turning back to you, noticing how badly you’d been holding your tears back. “If you saw anything of my daughter leaving high camp, I suggest you tell me” He raises his voice to the clan, anger even worse now that his family was upset. “I will find whoever did this. And if not me, you better pray she doesn’t find you” The clan chants to him and his word, knowing their fear of you and neteyam was much greater then their fear of the sky people.

“As I’ve said before, my daughters safety is all of your priorities in battle! Let one finger touch her, I won’t hesitate to retaliate against you, do I make myself clear!” You close your eyes as you stroke your daughters hair, letting a few tears fall from your eyes with a sigh. You just wanted to go home now. “You are dismissed”

Lo’ak places a hand on your shoulder and presses a small kiss to his nieces head before leaving, Neteyam finally turning to tend to you and your daughter.

“Y/N-“

“I want to go home” You ignore him, turning to walk back to your cave with Arat still in your arms. He followed of course, but very confused as to why you were acting so angry at him. Why were you so upset? He understood, but there is nothing more he can do.

“Fruit?” Your daughters voice is soft against your ear and you sigh, nodding your head with a sniffle as you set her down onto her feet. Neteyam leaned against the doorway, watching your every move as you put out some of the fresh fruit you had from before. “Thanks, mama” her little lisp surfaces and Neteyam couldn’t help but chuckle, watching you wipe off her tear stained cheeks.

“Excuse me” You cleared your throat before making your way into you and Neteyam’s shared room, not even making it to the bed until his voice chimed in.

“Can you talk to me?” You continued to ignore your mate, walking over to the basket that sat on the floor to pull your small cover up from it. You already knew this argument that was bound to happen. Always doing this around in circles bullshit. “Y/N”

“Leave me alone, Neteyam. Please” yeah, now he knew you were mad. Usually you’d be all over him by now, knowing that he had to work a lot and most of the time wasn’t home to spend time with you unless it was at night before going to bed. What he didn’t know, are the thoughts you’ve been having the past couple of days.

Before you gave birth to your daughter, Neteyam would talk about wanting a huge family. He wanted boys, girls, even a pet. You wanted all those things with him, but as soon as you gave birth—it was like everything you had planned changed.

Neteyam never showed interest in mating any more, barely even seeing you during the day due to his duties. You’d cry when he wasn’t around, wishing you still had that teenage fever love. Was it the birth? Did he not love you anymore? It was so unusual for a Na’vi to lose interest in their mate, but your relationship just felt so one sided.

And then there was the miscarriage.

The loss of your second baby took a huge toll on your relationship for the worst. Neteyam and you would be constantly fighting, and you didn’t work for the longest time just trying to get out of the cave. You felt useless, the people hadn’t seen their Tsahìk for many two weeks.

That is the reason you were so protective over your daughter. She was the only child you had and probably would ever get to have. It stung, you loved the idea of a big family. You never even bothered to confront him.

“Y/N, I can feel your upset with me. What is wrong?” He grabs your hand, turning you to face him. His face was full of worry, taking in the sight of your tears in front of him. Eywa, how he hated it when you cried. His hands reach to cup your face but you push them away.

“Don’t act like you care now” His forehead creases at your words and he’s already shaking his head, more then confused as to what you had been talking about.

“What? Your crying, My love. Of course I’m gonna care-“

“Really? Because you didn’t the last few weeks” Now he was full on mugging you, knowing for a fact that if you had been crying he would’ve known. He would have felt your sadness… he should have felt everything. “Our daughter could’ve gotten hurt today, Neteyam. Where were you?”

“She’s here, isn’t she? I’m sorry I wasn’t there, but you know I have duties and you cannot worry so much. I will find out who took her-“

“Not worry so much? I don’t have a choice, Neteyam! She’s our only daughter! Our only child! If I lose her… Oh Eywa, if we lost her…” You shook your head, wiping your tears as they quickly began to fall. “She’s all I’ve ever wanted, Nete. I can’t lose her”

“That’s what this is about? Why were you crying before-“

“Because you don’t love me anymore!” You snap, your husbands jaw dropping at your accusation. Didn’t love you? Was that a joke? “Y-you promised me a family, and I give birth and you just lose all interest in me!”

“Y/N-“

“I’ve gone through so many heat cycles, Neteyam. If you don’t want more just tell me!” He was took aback by your sudden outburst, hand pulling your waist so you could be closer to him. “And then the miscarriage… Am I just not good enough anymore?”

Eywa, you were so clueless. “Not good enough? Was that a joke?” He reaches up to cup your face in his hands, finally being able to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “Y/N, my mate, my wife, my beautiful fucking Tsahìk—you really believe I don’t love you anymore?”

“Everyday I wake up to you sleeping next to me, praying to Eywa that she keeps you safe while I’m gone. Telling you how beautiful you are everytime I see you, bringing home gifts for you and Arat, talking peoples ears off about you. I can’t even remember what my life was like when I wasn’t in love with you”

“And mating? I’ve always wanted to, but it’s been so long I didn’t think you wanted to anymore… and Arat’s birth hurt you so much I didn’t want to hurt you again” He thumbs away your tears, lifting your head so you could stare directly at him. “The miscarriage was not your fault, Baby. I promise you, everything you’ve been feeling, is the exact opposite of what I feel”

“Because I love you, and I want to build a family with you. I still want it all with you, Y/N. You hear me? Don’t cry, don’t cry because of this” His confession only made your tears worsen, arms wrapping around him tightly so you could cry. You were so naive, so stupid to believe he didn’t love you. Neteyam was a busy man, you should have known.

“I don’t want to lose you, Teyam” he shushes you, hand caressing the small of your back and your hair. Lose him? As if you could get rid of him that easily. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry, I wish you would’ve told me before so I could’ve fixed it” He sighs against you, pulling away after awhile and almost instantly taking your head back into his hands. “I love you so fucking much, Y/N. Do you hear me? Never say something like that ever again”

You sniffle, nodding your head with a small smile, leaning into your mate to press a kiss to his lips. “I love you so much more” He only pulls you back in, hands gently resting on your throat just to hold you there. He wanted you to know he was there, not going anywhere anytime soon.

“So, about baby number two?”

This is probably bad, I threw this together randomly butttttt finished in an hour so new record 🤭. Enjoy this little fluff while I prepare my smut writings!!

#avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar x you #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam x reader #avatar james cameron #neteyam fluff #neteyam gif #atwow neteyam #neteyam angst

[ktgoodmorning]

Drunk and not in love: Pt. 3

Patri Guijarro x reader

Catch part 1 here and part 2 here

Your relationship with Patri seemed to evolve but she doesn't seem to agree with the direction it's going in

Masterlist

Patri Guijarro: This doesn’t change anything between us.

When Patri said in her text that nothing would change between you, she was absolutely right. The two of you remained like oil and water, constantly at odds with each other. It seemed like it would never end. 

Except for it did end.

Everytime the two of you had been drinking. You would both find your way to each other, suddenly giggling, getting into trouble, messing with your friends, and secretly making out whenever you could get away. The only people that knew about your shared kisses were the two of you. For once in your life, you had kept your mouth shut, not even telling Claudia. It was the first time you had ever kept a secret from your best friend and it was starting to eat away at you the longer you kept it to yourself. 

You couldn’t make sense of whatever was going on between you and Patri. It seemed like you hated each other, and you did, maybe? How could you hate her when you seemed to share so much chemistry when you were drunk and alone? But you hated her. Right? 

The two of you certainly still shared a fair amount of mean comments and eyerolls between you every time you were sober, which obviously was most of your time together. If you missed a shot, Patri would scoff from across the field. If you were joking around with your friends, she’d be sure to never laugh at your jokes and ignore every word you said. It was constant. 

Until the moment you were drinking, you’d be best friends. You’d be dancing and hugging each other, sitting on her lap, sharing drinks. It drove your teammates crazy the way that the two of you would suddenly be louder than ever before, playing pranks on them, and always teaming up against them. No matter who was around, if you had drinks, the two of you were partners in crime. The more time you spent with each other, the more intimate these moments became, even though this part of your relationship was kept away from your teammates.

The entire situation was confusing for everyone, you most of all. All those moments together were adding up to something more for you, enjoying every one of your drunken nights out much more than you ever had before. Clearly Patri and Pina were close and Pina was your best friend, it only made sense that you would get along with Patri too, you had just pushed that aside until now. 

Something about her, in your shared drunken states, filled you with excitement. The way she’d grab your hips and pull you to sit on her lap at the club always made your head spin. Or the way she’d protectively hold onto you when someone would bump into you to make sure you couldn’t fall, shooting them a glare in the process. 

Or her lips. God, her lips. They were so soft, yet took control so perfectly, melding the two of you together in the most perfect way, like you were meant to be. It didn’t matter that it would be in a dirty club bathroom or the back of an Uber, every shared kiss made sparks fly between you in a way that made you never want to kiss anyone else. The chemistry was undeniable, somehow being exactly what each of you needed. 

Although everyone knew that somehow that chemistry disappeared the second the alcohol cleared your system. You hated that you couldn’t make sense of it. There was nothing you wanted more than to have that same relationship with Patri when you were sober, coherent enough to remember every little detail, and appreciate everything that made the two of you perfect together.

 Even if it was just as friends, it’d be better than being sworn enemies. The closer you got while drunk, the more her sober digs and comments hurt you, suddenly much more personal than ever before. But maybe friends wasn’t enough for you either. Maybe you wanted to kiss her and wanted to feel her against you and wanted to just enjoy Patri for everything she was. 

~

It was another night out with your friends, after yet another Barcelona victory, all the younger team members had decided to go celebrate. So there you were once again with Claudia, Cata, Mapi, Mariona, and of course, the girl sitting beneath you, Patri. She had pulled you to sit on her lap as soon as you arrived, immediately handing you your go-to drink. It was hard to look past the way she clearly knew what you’d be ordering and was awaiting your arrival, at the front of the older girl’s mind until you got there. 

While you all sat at the table, chatting and taking it easy, trying to keep it a somewhat calm night, Mapi had made it her mission to find dates for all of you that were single. It had turned into Mapi, Cata, and Mariona pointing out every attractive woman who walked by to the rest of you, all conspiring on how you should approach, something that you had no interest in. 

The more time you spent with Patri, the less you thought about other girls as your thoughts were becoming overrun by the midfielder. Suddenly your time on dating apps and flirting with random girls had shrunk more than ever before and all you seemed to want was the girl you hated the most. 

“Pats, what about her? She’s hot!” Cata pointed out a tall blonde girl as she walked by, her tight dress showing off her figure as she did so. 

You turned slightly to see Patri’s reaction even though you knew it would likely hurt your feelings. To your surprise, the older woman just shrugged, “not really my type.”

“Not your type? I thought your type was any girl who had a pulse and would give in to your terrible flirting.” Before you could think it through, you of course had to speak up, coping with the situation the only way you knew how- making a joke of it. Surprisingly, Patri joined everyone in their laughing at her while giving you a playful glare. You shrugged innocently, “What? Annoying you is what I’m best at?” 

You gave her another shrug, obviously knowing it was true, while she just giggled and leaned in to leave a kiss on your cheek. “Why does it always have to be so difficult with you?” 

“It’s fun getting you all riled up.” you giggled at her again as you rested your head against her, more comfortable than ever being in her arms. 

As much as it killed you to admit it, you were relieved that she had shut down the other girl’s suggestions. You selfishly wanted her to yourself even though you knew she wasn’t actually yours. Your thoughts continued to spiral, trying desperately to figure out what was going on between you and the girl who currently had her arms wrapped around you.

You were broken from your thoughts by Mapi waving her hand in front of your eyes dramatically, “hellooo, are you still with us?”

“Sorry, what?” you obviously had missed something, too distracted to care. 

“I said, what about you? She’d be cute for you,” Mapi motioned towards the same girl, who admittedly was gorgeous. 

You shook your head slightly, “I don’t know I’m not really looking for anyone lately.” 

“It’s only one night, we’re not asking you to get married! Seriously, when's the last time you got laid? No, when’s the last time you even kissed somebody?” You felt your face heating up, hoping the other girls wouldn’t notice while also knowing exactly who it was you last kissed, you were currently sitting on her lap. The two of you hadn’t gone further than making out but your makeouts had gotten pretty steamy, only stopping in order to prevent your friends from finding out. 

All the girls were looking at you expectantly, waiting for your answer, while you remained silent, struggling to come up with a lie. You felt Patri’s arms give you a tight squeeze around your midsection, she had been holding you tightly already but wanted to give you some reassurance that she was there. “I don’t know, it was some random girl the last time we were here, nothing that exciting,” your voice was a little shaky, suddenly terrified that your friends would see straight through your lie. 

“Who wants more drinks? You want to come help me carry them?” Patri looked at you expectantly, trying her best to change the subject and get you out of the situation. She could feel your panic in the way your whole body had tensed up, feeling bad that she was partially to blame for the lie you were telling your friends. 

Luckily, nothing distracted the other girls like the mention of more drinks, instantly putting in their orders for the two of you to get for them. You got up off Patri’s lap, immediately turning to help her up and offer her your hand which she gladly took to lead you towards the bar. Once you were out of sight from the table you left behind, you pulled her hand back, getting her to stop. 

“Hey, thank you for that.” you looked up at her expectantly and she responded by giving you a short peck on your lips, looking at you sweetly. 

“I couldn’t leave you hanging over there, not when it’s kinda my fault anyways. You gave her a smile and before you knew it she was back to pulling you through the crowds of people, not even realizing she was no longer pulling you towards the bar until she pulled you into the bathroom and immediately locked the door behind you. 

The midfielder pushed you against the back of the door, kissing you harshly. Your breath left you as your mind struggled to catch up with what was happening, distracted by her tight hold on your hips as she ground against you slightly.

 Something about this time was different than those before, emotions flowing freely between you. Neither of you were anything more than tipsy, not having had more than a couple drinks. This was the most sober you had ever been while still getting along with each other and here you were, pressed against the bathroom door. 

“We should probably stop this,” you breathed out as her mouth moved to your jaw.

“yeah” 

“...we’re not going to though, right?” 

“Oh definitely not.” You could feel her smirking into your neck as she continued her actions and you wove your hand into her hair, holding her closer against you. 

“You have no idea how bad I want you, Pats,” you barely got through your words as she sucked harshly on your skin. It was true, she had no idea the extent that you meant it. You didn’t just want her physically, you did for sure, but you wanted more than that. You wanted her sober, you wanted her when she was at her lowest and needed you to pick her up, you wanted her at her best when you could celebrate wins together, you wanted her- everything about her. 

Patri’s strong hands worked its way up your sides, one landing just under your breast as she continued her actions, humming at your words, “Oh, I think I get the idea, bebita.” You could feel her smirking again, cocky at how she had gotten you worked up, but all it did was deflate you slightly, disappointed that she didn’t get it. 

She would never get how you wanted her. 

The older woman felt your body tense underneath her as you withdrew slightly, overcome by your thoughts and the disappointment that was filling them. She pulled back, eyebrows knit together with concern as she looked all over you in hopes of finding the problem, “hey what’s wrong? Are you okay? Did I go too far, I’m sorry, I-” 

“Pats it’s fine. It’s not cause of you.” 

Wrong. 

You were lying. 

It was because of her, just not because of what she was currently doing.

And apparently Patri knew you better than you realized. “You’re lying, I can tell. What’s going on? Please, talk to me.” Her hands came up to cup your face as she looked at you seriously, more worried than she had ever been, especially for a girl that she supposedly hated. 

You let out a heavy sigh, too tired of hating her, immediately broken down by the look of panic covering her face.  It was suddenly much more serious between you, somehow in a bubble of silence amidst the high volume of the club on the other side of the door. “Patri… What are we doing?” She barely managed to hear you, your voice hardly more than a whisper. 

Her eyes dropped to the floor, “I don’t know. I’m not looking for anything serious, you know that.”

“Do I though? You don’t act like you don’t want anything serious. You act like you actually care about me and I can’t make sense of it, it’s exhausting. Hating you is exhausting. How can you hate me when every time we’re drunk we’re best friends?” 

“I don’t hate you.” You could barely hear her. “I never hated you.”

“Then what the fuck is it we keep doing, Patri?” you were met with silence. “I can’t keep doing this, not if it keeps going like this.” more silence. “Anything? Come on Patri say something! I can’t do this! Do you even care?” Frustration was growing inside of you. Somehow her silence was worse than arguing. “I can’t do this if you won’t talk to me, when you’re ready to talk let me know.” You gave her one more second to respond before angrily pushing past her to leave the bathroom. 

How were you supposed to carry on like this? Best friends one minute, enemies the next, and borderline lovers the next. You heard her calling your name as you stormed out, pushing your way through everyone and towards the door of the club as your friends tried to figure out what had just happened. 

They knew you had escaped off to the bathrooms, not actually at the bar, but they figured whatever the two of you were doing, they didn’t want to be the ones to interrupt. Mapi had followed you to the door, always protective over you and needing to make sure you had a way of getting home safely. Knowing Mapi was taking care of you, Pina took it upon herself to find Patri and figure out what was going on. 

She made her way towards the bathrooms, knowing that’s where the two of you had been, but found Patri before she even reached the door. The sight of her best friend wasn’t what she expected to find. The older woman was sitting on the floor of the hallway outside the bathroom door. She was against the wall, hugging her knees to her chest, sobbing heavily with her head fallen back against the wall.

 Claudia ran to join her, immediately pulling her into a hug, having no idea what had just happened. “Pats, it’s okay. You’re okay, I’ve got you. What’s going on?”

The midfielder shook in her arms, choking on her sobs, as could barely speak, “Pina, I fucked up. I fucked up big time.”

Find Part 4 (the final part) here!

Any requests and feedback are more than welcome :)

Masterlist

#barca femeni #barcelona femeni #woso imagines #fcb femini #woso one shot #woso x reader #woso imagine #patri guijarro imagine #patri guijarro #patri guijarro x reader #wosoreading24/7 #wosoreadingpatri

[exilethegame]

Do you have a list of the ROs and like a description of them :( can't find it

I have one floating about somewhere, but here's an up-to-date one! :)

Vethna Mevnrael (they/them) Appearance: 5’9, skin the color of bronze with long wavy hair that’s only a few shades darker than their skin. Their eyes are a greyed-out blue-green and glow in the darkness due to magic. They wear a deep v-neck black gown with golden embroidery, an outrageous amount of rings and jewelry, and their signature wine-red lipstick. Background: Vethna hails from Vygrand-- otherwise known as the sworn rival land of your home country. Where you have been raised to resent most, if not all magic, they have been raised to thrive on it. You don't know much about them-- just that they're on the run from someone, something, powerful, and you're the only one who can protect them. That, and they have a whole lot of gold... almost as much as they have secrets.

Nikke Ivante (he/him) Appearance: 6’0, pale green skin and covered in iridescent scales. Purple bags sit under his pale green eyes, which, like all mythosi, glow in the darkness. Wears smudged black kohl across his eyes. His hair is long, half shaved, and braided, mostly black with streaks of white. His tongue is forked and his sharp fangs often protrude from out past his lips. His arms are covered in tattoos of snakes winding downwards, and on his neck sit geometric tattoos. Background: Nikke has been sent to kill you or kidnap you-- you're not entirely sure which it is, and you don't intend to find out. He's crude and sarcastic and overall a brute. He doesn't seem to take his own life seriously, nonetheless yours, and you have no doubt he's going to capture you or die trying. Hell-- maybe he'll just kill you both while he's at it... you know, for fun.

Jost Ivante (she/her) (Not romanceable in demo yet) Appearance: 6’0 with pale green skin and iridescent scales. Her features are sharp and she has multiple piercings, the most notable being her bridge piercing and snake-bites. She has tattoos down her arms and on her neck in geometric patterns. Her hair is waist-length and slicked back and filled with braids and tokens, and just like her brother, is streaked with white. While she wears dark paint over her eyes, it’s done in a manner much neater than Nikke’s. Background: Jost is Nikke's identical twin sister-- and, if possible, she's twice as mean and just as rude. She's more ruthless than her brother, but she doesn't quite have the fighting power to back up her venom-laced threats and taunts. Nonetheless, she fights dirty, and if you want to beat her, you're going to have to be smart.

Amilia Von Clamile (she/her) Appearance: 5’3 with snow white skin and blood red hair that’s poorly cut and uneven, coming to her chin on one shoulder and sitting well past her collarbone on the other. Her eyes are green and her face is covered in freckles. A deep scar juts into her lip on the right side of her face and runs down her jaw and neck. Background: Amilia's a fae-- the very kind of mythosi you've been raised to fear and have spent most of your life killing. She's all smiles and nerves, but you see something else in her eyes, sometimes. Something cold. Something calculative. Everyone seems keen to turn a blind eye to her, but you know a liar when you see one... don't you?

Syfyn Javall (she/her) Appearance: 5’11 with warm toned skin that’s often burnt red, leaving splotchy tans along her body. Her eyes are a steely grey, hair blonde and cut to barely brush against her shoulders. She tries to often wear it up despite this, resulting in most of the hair falling out messily. She's covered in scars with feathers in her hair, and her pupils are slits. Her teeth are all mostly sharp. Background: Syfyn Javall, The Brazen Griffin, Second-in-Command to the Plaithian Army. She used to work beneath you once-- used to fight beside you and honor you both as a comrade and friend. You grew up together within the military. When you had nobody, you had each other. But then you betrayed her-- or maybe she betrayed you. You don't know who started what, but you do know that the blood is on both of your hands now.

Sabir Du Vaelas (he/him) Appearance: 6’1 with dark, cool toned skin, black eyes, and long black hair kept in locs. He wears expensive robes that are a deep teal and is covered head to toe in expensive silver jewelry, most of which is covered in snake symbolism. Sabir's ears are pierced in several areas, and he tends to wear silver eyeliner and highlight. Background: Sabir, otherwise known as The Silven Viper, Eye of Plaithus, used to be your charge. He's a politician-- one of the better ones, if such a thing exists. Your past together was volatile-- perhaps you were lovers, or friends, or enemies. Either way, he saved your life when you otherwise would've been put to death by the state, and you owe him thanks for that much.

Freedom (gender selectable) Appearance: 6′0 with pallid, paper-white skin and bronze eyes that appear to almost be filled with a shimmering liquid. Their hair is waist-length and black with an iridescent sheen to it, long black claws bordering on talons on their hands. They wear long, tight fitting black robes. Background: You hear its voice sometimes, when it's quiet and you're alone. You try to tune it out. You try to ignore it. It forces you to remember things. To feel things. It's within you, wiggling and writhing, waiting for the right moment to attack. At times it feels predatory. At others, its presence is comforting-- protective and doting. It'll become whatever you want it to be. It'll become whatever you need it to be.

#answered #ro intro #vethna #nikke #jost #amilia #sabir #syfyn #freedom #I have silently shrunken Amilia through the years don't worry about it...

[mountainsandmayhem]

Wings. Fire. Magic. Part 2

Joel Miller x Female Reader (18+)

Masterlist || Part One

Summary: Joel takes you to The King despite your protests and everything he thought he knew is changed.

CW: I don’t want to give any spoilers so I’m just going to say that there’s some violence near the end. No smut, yet. 

A/N: Thank you @mermaidgirl30 for beta reading this for me and to everyone who has commented and reblogged the first part of this story.

Word Count: 3.2k

“You do know what the king will do to me, right?” You break the silence that has been surrounding you two since last night as Joel settles behind you on Remmer. The dragon didn’t leave your side all night, curling around you as you slept, keeping you warm and protected.

“The same thing they do with every other prisoner.” He says flatly, as if it’s not your life or the livelihood of your family that he’s about to doom. 

“He’ll either slice off my wings to take the power for himself or send me to a breeding camp.” Remmer shutters slightly underneath you before taking off for the sky. 

The sudden movement slides you back in the saddle, your body pressing against Joel’s strong chest. You can feel the cold buckles of his leathers pressing against your back and a dull ache thumps from your bandaged wing. He doesn’t push you off or adjust himself away from you, something in him has softened since he saved you last night. You lean back into him slightly to test his reaction. Even though he’s about to take you to The King, which will most likely end up with you dead, you somehow feel safe with him. That feeling of security only intensifies when he gathers the reins with one hand and then moves the other to wrap around your body.

The soft facial hair along his jawline tickles the shell of your ear as he says, “Typical Fae paranoia. You think everyone is against you.” 

You glare straight ahead at the clouds, “You saved me from sprites who wanted to slice me open for their own gain last night. Everyone is against us.” 

You scoot forward, no longer wanting any part of your body against his. Joel stops you, pulling you back against his body by your waist. His voice softens, thumb rubbing gentle circles along your side, “By not taking you to The King I’m equally as guilty. You know that.” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Joel Miller. Guardian of Dragons, Warrior and Keeper of The Realm.” 

Something about you using his full titles in that sarcastic tone sets his teeth on edge. He has sworn to protect The Realm. He had to once The King found out about Remmer, that’s how it works. You can’t raise animals capable of mass destruction and not swear some sort of allegiance to The King. 

He’s taken prisoners in before, dropped them with The King and thought of them no more. But seeing you on the ground, screaming for help as those males tried to take your wings…It reminded him of when he found Remmer.

She was just a baby, no bigger than a baby bear. Her little screams filled the empty forest and when he finally found the source she was chained down, men standing around her arguing over who would be the one to cut her wings. Much like Fae wings, dragon wings are sought after and poached; however, they’re only used for dark magic.

Something in Joel snapped at Rem’s sad cries. He killed every single one of those men, all fifteen of them, with just his axe and his bare hands. 

When he unleashed the chains around the little black dragon she just stared at him curiously with bright orange eyes. He did what his father had taught him and walked away slowly, never turning his back, and avoiding eye contact. She bounced along after him and sat at his feet when he stopped walking. They’ve been almost inseparable ever since.

Joel shakes his head, you stole from him. And he has to leave it at that, because if he thinks about it too hard he’ll turn around. When he finally caught up to you in the woods the other day he wasn’t expecting to find someone as soft and pretty as you. A pinkish blush spread across your cheeks from the exertion of running and flying as fast as you could. The orange glow from the stolen egg that you hid behind your back encased you in a warm and inviting glow. If it wasn’t for the terror in your eyes at seeing Remmer, and Joel’s anger at whomever took the egg, he would have dropped to his knees right there. Gave you everything you wanted.

She stole from you, he reminds himself again.

A little voice in the back of his head speaks up, to help her family. How many Fae are you about to doom?

He can understand that call from deep in your gut to care for family. He would have done anything to save Sarah. Anything. The small hand tattoo he has over his heart warms at the thought of her. She had succumbed to an illness that takes many human children born in this world. He held her frail body as she grew weaker and weaker. When she took her last breath in his arms it had almost killed him.

As you and Joel begin to descend below the clouds a beautiful castle appears. The King’s castle sits embedded in a mountain, almost as if the mountain grew it there. A winding stone staircase leads down to a colourful village, houses and shops in pastel pinks, yellows, oranges and greens run along the winding shore. The same turquoise blue water from the meadow fills the river, wrapping around the mountain and out as far as you can see. Along the front wall of the castle are blue and white flags with the head of a lion. They flutter in the breeze and your heart matches their rhythm. 

You are going to die today.

Your breaths start coming in rapidly and you squeeze your wings tightly against your back. Fear spreads out from your chest, it feels like millions of worms wiggling and inching across your body. 

Rem swoops down and lands on top of a large flat tower on the edge of the castle. You feel Joel hesitate behind you, and when you turn your head to look at him his Adam's Apple bobs with a hard swallow. He slides down the dragon, she lets out a whine and Joel walks around to meet her gaze.

“I know,” he says quietly, stroking her strong neck. 

What does he know? What does Remmer know? The fear intensifies, you’re going to be slaughtered. You’re sure of it. 

You stare at Joel from atop his dragon. He reaches a hand up to you and you slide your shaky fingers into his grip, the glowing green cuff that’s eradicated your magic sliding down your delicate wrist. Joel's jaw flexes when he sees it. 

You swing your leg off the saddle and stand on Rem’s bent leg. Joel reaches up and places his large hands on your waist, lifting you and guiding your body down along his until your feet are planted on the floor in front of him. You’re so close that when you look up you think you might see a hint of sadness and regret in his eyes.

He says something quietly to Rem before grabbing your arm and leading you down a long winding staircase, the top of this tower must be a landing pad for dragons and other beasts. When you reach the bottom, he hesitates again before stepping out into a wide, outdoor stone hallway. You hear Rem’s cries as she flies off of the tower. 

Joel’s grip tightens on the back of your arm as he leads you towards two large wooden doors, guards flanking on each side. Their armour is emblazoned with Lions heads on their chest. You think you might stop breathing, terror is coursing through you and you’re sure the only reason you’re upright is because of Joel’s strong grip on your bicep. You walk along beside him, counting the steps to your impending doom.

When the doors part, Joel leads you down a long great room. There’s guards posted up along the walls, standing below stained glass windows. They’re easily twenty feet tall, pictures of The King's triumphs painted in the glass. Each one more brutal than the next. 

At the end of the hallway is a small set of stairs, The King and a few of his advisors sitting up top. There’s a small audience of men around the bottom of the stairs. Joel comes to a halt and bows his head at The King. You stand still. Pleasantries or not, The King will hurt you. He’s much older than you expected, balding under his crown, sun spots and age lines across his face.

“Joel Miller,” he says. His voice reminds you of the calm before a storm, eerily peaceful yet sets you on edge. He continues, “Guardian of Dragons, Warrior and Keeper of the Realm. To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“Good day, your majesty. I’m afraid that I have brought you a thief. She tried to steal an egg. It was recovered unharmed and she has been cooperative.”

His thumb brushes along your bicep. Is he defending you? 

The King laughs cruelly. “Did you catch me a fairy?” 

Joel’s grip tightens on your arm. You told him this would happen. Neither of you respond to his question. 

“How old are you, fairy?” He almost spits the word fairy at you. 

“Six hundred and thirty seven,” you say, just above a whisper, your throat is so dry that it’s nearly impossible to talk. 

“Is it the dungeon or the breeding camps for you?” He says to himself. The vile king's eyes trail up and down your body. You’re above the typical breeding age, but at least in a breeding camp you know what to expect. 

His eyes meet Joels, “Does she have magic?”

“I’m not sure, Your Highness. I cuffed her as soon as I caught her.”

He leans over to one of his advisors, whispering to him with a cruel smile on his face, eyes locked on your body. You can feel him trying to burn through your clothes and if Joel wasn’t holding your arm you’d cross them over yourself. 

The King sits back, linking his fingers and resting his hands on his large round belly. Fae families everywhere are starving and dying, meanwhile this “king” is living a life of glutton. His lips curl up as he says, “undress her, someone fetch the sorcerer.”

Joel moves to step in front of you when two guards grab him. You reach out for him, suddenly desperate for him not to leave you. More green bands clamp around your arm courtesy of the guards before they move their bony fingers to the clasps and zippers of your leathers. The zipper sounds grind at your teeth as they begin to expose you to The King. You wouldn’t be surprised if he commanded each of these guards to take a turn before you were sent to whatever abhorrent punishment The King and his advisors had just decided on.

Your jacket is ripped from your body before a dagger is taken to the front of your shirt. Slicing through it like a boat on water, the sound of the fabric tearing ringing in your ears. The cold air hits your now exposed breasts and the men of the audience look as if they’ve grown hungry.

Your eyes search desperately for Joel as the guards move to remove your pants, he is nowhere to be found. The leather of your belt sounds like a knife against a stone as they yank it from your body. They lift you slightly off the ground, hoisted up like some sort of sick trophy, to remove your knee high boots, quickly followed by your pants being tugged at the hem of the ankle. 

You’re naked. Exposed. Just you and your wings.

A man with horn rimmed burgundy glasses and a sharp three piece suit of the same colour enters the room. The Sorcerer. He flicks a finger and a table with shackles at the four corners appears in front of you and the guards.

“On her stomach,” The Sorcerer says in a clinical voice, his shoes clicking on the cobblestone floor as he approaches you.

As the guards strap you to the table you finally catch the sign of Joel. He’s pinned to the ground by two guards, staring up at you with guilt and shame swirling through his warm brown eyes. 

You push your lips into a thin line and shake your head at him. You knew this would happen, and now you refuse to break his eye contact. You are going to make him watch what he’s done to you, what you warned him would be done to you.

You hear footsteps behind you and the back of your eyes burn with tears. A cold and sterile hand grips around the bottom top of your wing, hand brushing against your bare ass, before tugging hard. You stare coldly at Joel as The Sorcerer stretches out your iridescent left wing. The pressure behind your eyes builds. You’re going to die here.

“Amazing,” The King chuffs, he’s standing beside your right shoulder, your face turned away from him. “Six hundred and thirty seven, you say.” He’s not asking, mostly talking to himself as The Sorcerer moves to open up the other wing, the joint of it still wrapped in Joel’s bandage. 

The King’s sharp fingers move to remove the bandage and then he trails a clammy finger down your spinal cord and over the swell of one of your ass cheeks. A silent tear slips down your face as you watch Joel’s eyes turn dark.

The King scrapes his nails down the glittery, translucent proteins of your wings and bile rises in your throat. You feel the blood drain from your face as you continue staring down at Joel. 

“Can she mate?” The King asks.

“Flip her.” The Sorcerer says, the guards move quickly, armour clanging against each other as they fiddle with the chains holding you down. They flip you roughly, slamming you onto you back and then the chains click and rattle again to hold you in place. You stare up at the wood vaulted ceiling. There’s easily over a hundred onlookers, and you can feel their eyes roaming over your naked body. You feel sick.

The Sorcerer approaches, placing his glasses on the table beside you. You allow your cheek to fall to the table away from him, making eye contact with Joel once again. His eyes are black with anger, and when The Sorcerer's cold hands press on your lower abdomen Joel’s face turns almost murderous. 

Black mist snakes out from his palms, twisting and curling until it belts around your middle. At first it feels cold and tingly, almost like when you sit cross legged for too long and your foot falls asleep. Soon, the magic in it relaxes you, eyelids becoming heavy as you blink lazily at Joel. 

Just when you feel safe, the mist gets heavy, and then it starts to squeeze, pushing itself painfully into your skin. The pressure makes it hard to breathe and you try to cry out, mouth falling open in a silent scream. It feels like air is trapped in your lungs, it’s crushing you. Panic crosses your face as you stare at Joel. The world goes dark around you, Joel fading into the distance. You hear a sharp, cruel laugh before all your senses darken.

Joel 

My whole life I’ve been led to believe that Fae are paranoid and lazy. They steal for their own enjoyment and think the world is out to get them. Since meeting you, I’ve realized how very wrong I have been. And now you’re laying on a table, completely naked, being poked and prodded at for The King's own sick enjoyment. A king that I was led to believe was good and kind.

“She may be able to be bred,” The Sorcerer says, “but she’s old, so it might not take.” 

The King thinks for a while, his beady little eyes darting around her body. My palms tingle with the sudden urge to slam my beloved axe right across his face.

“Take her wings.” He says flatly before a cruel glint crosses his face, “but wake her up first, I want to hear her screams and watch the life leave her eyes as she dies from the blood loss.”

“Wait,” I call from the ground, panic swirling in my gut. 

The King looks down at me as if I’m mud on his boots. He flicks a hand upwards at the guards holding me and they lift me roughly.

“I’d like to take her as my slave.”

The king scoffs. “You what? Do you know how rare wings and magic Fae are?”

“I’ll give you three of Remmer’s eggs.”

The entire room goes quiet. For the past three hundred years, only dragon trainers have owned dragons. If they’re needed for war we, as Warriors and Keepers of The Realm, lead them. Kings are often tempted by the fiercest of dragons and Rem scares even the bravest of creatures, if only they knew she liked to play with butterflies in her spare time and used to be afraid of her own fire.

The king contemplates for a second, waving a hand again signaling for the guards to let me go. “I want eight.” He states. 

“I have three, I can bring you two more the next time they breed.” I focus on keeping my facial expression flat. 

The King stares me down, almost as if to see if I’ll flinch or back down. He makes his way back to his throne, hands linked behind his back as he saunters up the stairs. If we were alone I would easily kill that man with the lightest swing of my axe.

After settling down in his plush royal blue throne he says, “Deal.” 

I step towards you, still wrapped in that inky black mist, face contorted with pain and fear. 

“No so fast,” The King says, “it’s a deal, but I keep her wings until I have all the eggs.”

The Sorcerer snaps his fingers and the mist moves to blanket your entire body, melting the chains off of your milky white skin. He jerks his chin towards the sky and your limp body levitates off the table. You spin like meat above fire, and I suppose that that’s exactly how you’ve been seen your entire life, and I brought you to the fucking fire. 

The mist pulls itself together into a sharp line and slices down your back. I want to tear my eyes away at the carnage but I did this. I did this to you and I deserve to feel guilty about all of this for the rest of my life. 

Thick red blood coats your back before the mist travels over you again and cauterizes your wing joints. Two glowing blue scars is all that’s left. The black mist encases your wings, sets them high above The King's throne like a hunting trophy. 

Your body falls back down to the table and I walk over to you, keeping my face set in a hard line, not daring to give away my true feelings to The King.

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[sh4rkyb]

Yan!Ethan x Reader

Decided to try and write something a bit darker. He’ll carve his name into your hip— other than that nothing too bad! Enjoy [ 1.3k wc]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

12:32 am.. October 12th.

It was your birthday finally, deciding to spend the first 3 hours watching horror movies— snuggled up on your couch watching a movie; eating a batch of fresh buttery popcorn. You’d been watching scary movies since 11 since you didn’t want to wait another hour to 12— binging Jason and shows alike.

You were finally immersed, jumping at every jumpscare unless you expected it— hyperaware of everything. Then you got a text. You opened your phone, noting the unknown number.

Hi Y/N. I heard it was your birthday. Happy birthday (:

You thought it off as one of your classmates that didn’t have your number. Got it off Chad, about to write back when you could’ve sworn you heard your door unlock in that moment. It wasn’t from the movie, you were sure of it. You’ve been unlocking and locking that door for years now. You got up and went straight to the kitchen, grabbing one of the knives with phone in hand— making sure there was nobody behind you. Your phone pinged again.

I don’t think a kitchen knife is the best choice birthday girl. But this will be real fun since you wanna play.

You were scared. This wasn’t a classmate, there was someone watching you— but you weren’t standing near any windows. And you didn’t see anybody in your house, but you were sure they were inside. Then you remembered, your newly installed cameras. You went back to your living room, mainly cause there was only one way to enter it— opening your phone to turn off the cameras. It wasn’t working.

The app is currently getting reworked and will be up October 13th 12:00am.

For fucks sake.You frustratedly groaned before peeking around a corner, you retreated to your room— going straight in and closing the door behind you. You went to call the police, suddenly feeling a hand go over your mouth and knock the phone out your hand. You were scared yes, fighting until you felt the cold metal against the nap of your neck.

A sigh came from your attacker, looking up to see the white mask— making your blood run cold. You didn’t put up much of a fight. I was so excited. Excited? You couldn’t focus, shaking out of fear before feeling him caress the side of your face. You wanted to scream, but it was too risky— even if someone noticed; he would probably be home free by the time they busted open your door. I’m gonna uncover your mouth Y/N. If you scream well. I think you know what will happen— won’t you? You swallowed in fear, nodding hesitantly before he uncovered it, his hands moving down to yours— holding both in one of his. He taped them tightly together and pushed you on your bed. You suddenly started crying, realizing you could very well be dead by tonight.

Oh don’t cry Y/N, I’m not gonna hurt you. Not at all. Not even for the world. Then what do you want? You of course. You were confused, realizing who the voice belonged to. This whole time, you were being nice and friendly with a murderer. Ethan..? He pulled his mask off, flashing you a smile— caressing your cheek. It’s me princess. You don’t know how much trouble I went through to make this happen you know? All just to see your pretty face. As scared as you were, you always liked Ethan and had feelings for him— not like this though. He leaned in, rubbing your exposed thighs in your shorts— without thinking leaning into his soft hands before snapping out of it; making him smile. You liked that didn’t you. Why would I like a freak like you? You think I don’t see when you clench your thighs together anytime I leaned in a little too close? Or hear when you touched yourself when I gave you my jacket. You gulped. How did he know? Was he really this obsessed over you? Stalking you whenever you walked home? All those guys you were suppose to go on a date with, who do you think protected you from their horrible intentions with you? I did. You always look at over guys. Except for me.

He would lean in, you trying to scoot away— only pulling you back towards him by your thigh. You yelped, falling onto your back— him leaning over and pinning you down under him. You looked up at him with scared but entranced eyes. It turned him on. He roughly kissed you, it taking a second to kiss back. You didn’t want to let your heart be the downfall of you right now, trying to think of all the guys he’s killed.. for you.

Maybe he was trying to protect you from whatever scheme these other guys had with you. You mind suddenly went hazy at him biting your lip, a soft moan coming from you as he pulled away. I want to be the only one for you Y/N. You don’t need them, you only need me. He said cutting up your shirt and shorts leaving you exposed as you gasped when he kissed up and down your exposed skin— pulling out soft whimpers from you.

He sat up, taking off his costume— slightly drooling at his abs; wanting to see what else could be under the black pants he was wearing. He held your thighs over his shoulders, kissing your clit and making you shudder. He hungrily licked up and down your pussy, your hands finding their way to his curls and tugging on them. You moaned out, probably loud enough for your neighbors to hear.

Holy shit Ethan. You— I only wanna hear you crying my name out for everyone on this block to know who I am baby. He said, before continuing on with devouring your pussy. It wasn’t long before you came, squishing Ethan between your thighs— them falling on either side of his head. You felt him move, his tip gently opening apart your pussy lips. Shit, I cant hold back anymore Eth— He pushed in, splitting you apart on his dick— a whimper coming from him. Oh god, you feel so much better than I imagined. He groaned, pulling out and watching your pussy clench around nothing before pushing back in and starting a pace. He pulled your face to his and kissed you in a messy heat, crying out in between the kiss how good he felt.

Such a fucking slut. Letting a sick fuck like me come and fuck your pretty pussy like this? Huh? You whined in response, earning you a slap on your face. Answer me. I’m a slut! A fucking whore just for you Ethan! He took out his phone, recording you from head to toe crying on his dick— your sense of humility too far gone to care. You clenched around him tightly, earning a deep low groan from him. Gonna cum soon princess? Yes! Please let me cum please. He got his knife, etching his name into your hip— making you shake and cry from the pain.

His phone caught the image of you crying on his dick, your back arched and blood dripping down your hip and thigh onto him. He came deep inside, making you whimper as he pulled out and kissed your stomach— licking up your blood before cleaning you up and bandaging your hip up.

Did I do too much? No. I loved it. Also are you on the pill? I wasn’t really— Yes I am Ethan calm down. He sighed and smiled as you laughed at him, kissing before he started to get up from your bed. You should stay with me here, since it’s my birthday. He sighed,smiling at you with adoration

I cant deny it if it’s for your birthday.

#gnarliismut #smut #ghostface #ghost face #dark content #ethan landry #ethan landry smut

[cosmicjoke]

I swear to god, if I see one more person say Levi wanted to kill Zeke for "revenge" and blubber on about how revenge "blinded" him and that's why he got caught in the thunderspear explosion, I think I'll throw myself off a cliff.

It had nothing to do with revenge, or a desire for self-satisfaction. It was an entirely selfless pursuit, undertaken in the memory and in honor of his fallen comrades, the ones who gave their lives that day in Shinganshina. I've been over this so many times, I'm not going to go over it again in detail here. But anyone who doesn't yet understand that is, I'm sorry, fundamentally flawed in their understanding of Levi's character. This isn't an interpretation. Levi explicitly states that the reason he wants to kill Zeke is to prove his comrades deaths had meaning. He says it. Not only is the idea that Levi wanted Zeke dead for revenge and that he was "blinded" by that desire fundamentally flawed in its understanding of Levi's character, it also completely lacks logic. If Levi was really "blinded" by a quest for revenge, he would have just killed Zeke at the first opportunity he had, regardless of the consequences. He would have killed him in Shinganshina. He would have killed him in Liberio. He would have killed him in the forest. And yet, he didn't, specifically because he wasn't blinded by his need to kill Zeke at all. He had a calm and rational mind about it the entire time, one he continued to exercise to the very end.

And this idea that Levi getting caught in the thunderspear explosion was some sort of "comeuppance" for his violence or his blind desire for Zeke's blood is equally illogical and absurd, and again, completely misunderstands the source of Levi's rage in that moment. Anyone who claims so is engaging in some serious, holier than thou moralizing. Levi torturing Zeke in the cart on the way back to the Capital had nothing to do with his vow to kill him. Levi was grieving, and in a massive amount of emotional distress, because Zeke had just forced him to kill nearly 30 of his own comrades. Men and women Levi had, as with all his comrades, sworn to protect and people for whom he was directly responsible. People that posit this idea that Levi somehow deserved to "pay" for his anger in this moment are essentially claiming that it's always "wrong" to hate or be angry at someone when they've brutally wronged you. That we're always supposed to be "the bigger person" and "forgive" them and "turn the other cheek" and all that moralistic bullshit, and if you don't, then you deserve every bad thing that comes your way. Get the fuck out of here. Levi had EVERY right to be as angry as he was in that moment, and I'm sorry, but anyone who denies him that right is an asshole, and a hypocrite, because there's no such thing as anyone who wouldn't have been viciously, violently angry at someone who had just forced you into slaughtering your own friends and colleagues. Taken especially within the context of who Levi is, with the understanding of how driven he is by the need to protect life and help people, with how much value he places on people's lives, it puts into perspective just exactly how cruel it was what Zeke did to him. How exactly was Levi meant to react? Are we meant to judge him for being as angry as he was? For resorting to violence? Is anyone really going to sit here with a straight face and claim that they wouldn't have felt and done exactly the same in his shoes? I don't buy that for a minute. Most people wouldn't have even possessed Levi's level of restraint. They would have simply killed Zeke, and to hell with the consequences.

Further, Levi's very words to Hange about not understanding how prepared Zeke was to die show that he wasn't purely fueled by anger either, in this moment. It was a rational choice on his part to hook Zeke up to that thunderspear, insurance against his attempted escape, because he believed Zeke wasn't prepared to die, something I've talked about before, here: https://www.tumblr.com/cosmicjoke/746918499422781440/one-thing-i-dont-think-people-really-consider?source=share

Further still, if Isayama had intended for Levi’s desire to kill Zeke to be interpreted as revenge, and all the negative connotations of that, he would have had Levi realize the foolishness of his actions immediately after nearly being blown to Kingdom Come, and shown him remorseful and regretful in that moment over wanting Zeke dead, since, supposedly, him nearly dying was meant to be his lesson and punishment in the foolhardiness of revenge’s pursuit, according to these people. Yet Levi showed no such remorse or regret for wanting Zeke dead, only for him not understanding Zeke’s willingness to die. And Isayama himself wouldn’t have spoken about one of the reasons he didn’t kill Levi being how Levi’s journey wouldn’t be complete without him fulfilling his vow. Levi’s desire to kill Zeke was never framed in a negative light for a reason.

This total misinterpretation of Levi's motives with regard to Zeke is the source of so many of the negative and hateful views about his character that we see floating around, and yet it's continually perpetuated by people, over and over again, and I'm sick of it.

Levi never wanted revenge. He only ever wanted to ensure his comrades didn't die for nothing. It was a noble goal. Revenge isn't noble. But wanting to honor your friends and comrades memories and lives is. Levi never deserved to be punished for that, and honestly, fuck you to anyone who says he did. It takes a particular and acute lack of self-awareness and arrogance for anyone to make such a sickening and cruel claim.

#Levi Ackerman #attack on titan #shingkei no kyojin #Zeke Yeager #meta #commentary #analysis

[archerlullaby]

There aren’t enough TOTK comes back to the Chain fics out there so I figured I would write one. Hurt/Comfort, some angst, and some self-worth doubts. TOTK Link needs a hug tbh. Also, This is a Zelda slander fic, though I don’t directly hate her she kinda gets on my nerves in totk. MY BOI IS JUST SO TIRED LET HIM SLEEP PLZ.

Weariness and Worth

He was just so damn tired. He tried to be patient. He tried to put on the “Hero Façade”. But his resolve had begun to splinter with each passing moment alongside the princess.

He dragged his feet to the nearest cooking pot as Zelda strode purposefully up the Lookout Landing staircase. As soon as she got her wits about her after falling from the sky, she vehemently insisted that Purah is the first one she needed to see. It had only been a few hours since he had dragged her out of that lake, his body aching from his fight against the literal incarnate of evil, and the first thing she focused on was how she was home. How she needed to talk to Purah. How she needed a change of clothes. How she, who was a dragon for 10,000 years thank you very much, would like a good, hearty, home cooked meal, so Link, could you whip something up while I talk to Purah, please and thank you? He sighed, and all but collapsed at the edge of the fire, eyes starting to close of their own accord. The others in Lookout Landing all but ignored him, the Princess taking up all the attention while she smiled and waved as the individuals around her practically worshiped the ground she walked on.

“You look pretty worn out there son,” the elderly stablemaster chuckled, startling Link out of his stupor. This old man was the only one not rushing to greet the princess, and is instead settled a couple yards away from the cooking pot, his gnarled walking stick leaning against the inside of his knee. Link did his best to give him a smile, but only came up with a strangled-looking grimace. In the very least, he was grateful somebody at least acknowledged him. The stablemaster sighed.

“If only I was younger, maybe I’d have a chance with the young lady. I used to be something of a hero myself back in the day. Now all I got are my horses and these old bones!” He laughed, rapping a knuckle against his knee. “You are one lucky young man!”

Link’s grimace turned into a scowl. Yet again was he fooled into thinking someone cared about him. How naive of him. He stood and turned away from the old man, taking the Purah Pad from his hip. After stoking the fire, he decided on meat and rice balls. However while flicking absentmindedly through the Purah Pad for ingredients, he felt a very deep, sharp ache slam into his ribs. The pain gnawed at him like a wild beast, quickly buckling his knees and knocking the wind out of his lungs as his butt hit the ground. He gingerly felt around his chest, and came to the conclusion that becoming a dragon’s chew toy probably wasn’t the healthiest thing for ribs. He chuckled darkly. At least his shining sense of humor survived. The amusement was short lived, however, and tears pricked the corner of his eyes when he realized he used all his healing potions during the fight against Ganondorf, and that nobody, not even the stablemaster a stride away, cared enough to come to his aid. Everyone was so enthralled with that Princess. He fought the urge to bury his face in his arms and cry because he’s the Hero, the Chosen One, the Sworn Protecter of the Crown. Instead, he gathered himself quietly, stood, clipped the Purah Pad back to his hip, and hobbled out the southern gate without barely a glance towards the gathered crowd.

It had been an hour when he finally stopped walking, or rather, when his legs gave out and he flopped to the grass. The sun was just touching the western edge of the world, dew and darkness creeping into Hyrule Field as crickets began to sing. He knew he should go somewhere safer, somewhere where the wolves and the monsters wouldn’t catch his scent, but he could hardly keep his eyes open, and the smell of the earth and grass was so encompassing that he couldn’t bring himself to care about the danger. So instead, he closed his eyes and peacefully listened to the sounds of the coming night. That is, until his thoughts caught up to him. Coward, they called him. Abandoning duty for some pitiful, self-absorbed notion that he should be recognized, awarded, for accomplishing that for which he was destined to accomplish. These thoughts swirled through his head and screamed in his ears until he thought he would be deafened by the voices themselves.

That is, until the familiar and oh-so-welcome sound of time and space being torn open met his ears. Link blearily stumbled to his feet, and was met with the sight of a portal suspended in air just to his right. It couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be. He’s Link, he doesn’t get this type of fortune in his life. He felt like he could cry as he tripped over his feet and fell just a step away from the entrance, the burn in his side stealing away his breath. He only paused for a moment as he considered what this meant. He would disappear again, the people of Hyrule clueless as to where he went. Zelda clueless as to where he went. He bit back a bitter smile. She’ll just have to find him this time. Perhaps it was cruel, but he found that he couldn’t bring himself to care. So, on his hands and knees he dragged himself to the very edge and lurched through the swirling colors.

It was so warm, so gentle, so peaceful to just lie floating in the darkness. This didn’t feel like the icy cold waters of the shrine of resurrection, nor was it similar to the dark and damp cave he woke up in on the sky islands. No, this felt like a warm, thick wool blanket wrapped itself around his body, a soft embrace. Perhaps it was the downy feathers of the soft bed in Rito Village. Or maybe, Link mused, this was the water bed at the Seabed Inn in the Zora Domain. Sidon had spoke about a warming technology for the beds Kayden was trying to develop. Whatever it was, Link wanted to stay in it forever. Unfortunately, this peace was cut short.

“Cub? Wild, please look at me.” A familiar voice cut through the fog as he started to come around. His body changed from warmth to and almost refreshingly cool, as if aloe had been spread over a burn. A gentle magic encompassed him, one that was similar to Mipha’s, though less like a bubbling stream and more like that of the sun in the deep woods. He sighed, and snuggled further into the comfort that called to him. “Cub. CUB. Link!” Something tickled his nose, and it quickly pulled him away from soft darkness and into an irritating light. He blinked his eyes open all the way and was met with the welcome sight of a face donning a single black mark upon his forehead.

“Twi?” He muttered, voice raspy from lack of use.

“Oh, Wild, what happened to you?” Twilight asked, voice thick with emotion. Wild opened his mouth to reply before Twilight shook his head. “It doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is that you’re okay.”

“Damn right. You fell through that portal and straight into Time’s lap. You’re lucky he wasn’t wearing his armor. You would’ve ended up with a concussion to add to your broken ribs!” Several chuckles came from the group, and a hearty laugh rang from Warriors. Hyrule, with his hands alighted on Wild’s side, looked pleased with his joke. Twilight merely shook his head and brushed his hand through Wild’s bangs. Wild had a thought to bat the hand away, but the worrying felt so good, so needed, that he found himself leaning into the touch, and, as Twilight continued his ministrations, Wild couldn’t help the tears that began to leak from the corner of his eyes for a second time that day. He brushed them away quickly and palmed his eyes.

“Sorry. M’fine,” he said gruffly, “Help me get up please.”

Twilight opened his mouth to protest, but Wild was already trying to shuffle himself out of Time’s lap when large hands, one on his forehead and the other on his shoulder, gently pushed him back down.

“Rest, Wild. You have no need to push yourself now. Your family is here to care for you,” Time’s voice rumbled from his chest, soft but demanding.

“But—”

“No arguing.”

Wild relented, and settled back into Time’s embrace, eyes feeling heavier than he would like to admit. Though despite the welcoming tendrils of sleep that curled around his consciousness, he couldn’t find it within himself to give in, not yet.

“What’s the matter, Cub?” Twilight still knelt next to him and Time while the others had begun to set out their bedrolls. Wild merely shook his head.

“It’s just-” he swallowed, “I’m afraid if I fall asleep, everyone will be gone when I wake up,” he whispered, embarrassment turning his head and closing his eyes so the others couldn’t see his face. “That always happens to me.”

He shouldn’t be saying this. He’s the Hero. The Savior of Hyrule. He doesn’t get to show weakness. Wild doesn’t want to open his eyes and see what surely must be disappointment on Time’s face, or disgust in Twilight’s eyes. Only a gentle warmth along his side breaks him from his thoughts. He looks down hesitantly and is met with the wide eyes of Wind, who has taken residence tucked along Wild’s hip, an arm thrown across his chest. The youngest gave him the biggest smile he could muster.

“It’s okay to be scared. I promise I’ll stay right here until you wake up in the morning. Even if you snore,” Wind said, and snuggled closer into his side. Time shifted, lying down close as Twilight tucks his pelt under Wild’s head.

“We all will,” the eldest reassured. It was only then Wild allowed himself a small smile. The doubts still ate at him, but they were lessening in their ferocity. The tiredness he felt before settled deep in his bones, an exhaustion so deep it slowed his breathing and finally closed his eyes, and finally, finally, he could sleep.

#linked universe #wild linked universe #wind linked universe #totk link #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #time linked universe #twilight linked universe #Time is dad #Twilight is also dad but worried #Wind would give the best hugs i just know it #fanfic #lu hyrule #Hyrule thinks he’s funny #no honestly let him have it plz #injury #post totk #no beta we die like twilight almost did #first fic back after a LONG LONG time so i apologize for grammar mistakes

[river13245]

Say Don't Go

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Part 2

Joel Miller x Male reader

At the very start of this arrangement you had known it was a bad idea. That Joel Miller was not the type of man to commit to someone. He may have been the type before this shit all happened but after everything he has seen and done. Its changed him and you knew that, everyone knew that.

And even though you knew that everyone who knew him either stayed clear of him or slept with him then left the next morning. Even with this knowledge it didn't stop you from getting closer to him. You even managed to become friends with the man.

You've done the one thing you promised to yourself you wouldn't do. Of course Joel was attractive, anyone could see that but when you began to have a feeling in your gut when you were around him. You told yourself that it was just because he was attractive. You could find another person to be attractive without being in love. Oh how wrong you were.

Over the course of your friendship everything about this man made you weak. When he was drunk he would be slightly more touchy, like a hand on your side or laying on your thigh. When he would immediately push you out of any danger that came your way or became very protective over you. Even when everyone knew you were capable of handling yourself.

That's not even the worst of it. The worst part is what you had avoided for the longest time because you knew that if you were to see it, you wouldn't be able to push away the feelings anymore. and that's when he is a good father to Ellie.

Every time he would have her sit beside him as he teaches her the guitar, or when he would try to cook for her. Try is the key word because you and Ellie would have to make something cause he would burn things. Also when he would be protective over her and wouldn't let anyone talk badly about her. That's when you knew these feelings weren't just temporary.

After a year of pining over him and people always asking if you too were a couple, something finally happened. Joel, Ellie and you were all hanging out in the home the three of you had. (yes you lived with them). Everyone was drinking, Ellie didn't drink much because she had plans later on that night. Joel was the one that drank the most.

After a few hours of just talking and hanging out, enjoying the time that you had where you weren't working. Ellie had stood up and threw her drink away saying "I've got to go see Dina. See the both of you later" She headed out leaving you and Joel alone.

Throughout the night Joel had began the touchiness but was respectful in front of Ellie. Ellie had known about your feelings for the man and she even had said that he acts different around you. And oh how you believed her.

The second she was out of the house he stands up from the couch to throw away his drink but before he gets past you, your hand grabs his wrist. "Joel. I think its best you stop drinking tonight. You have drank a lot and you know you're going to regret it in the morning if you continue"

He looks at you and you could have sworn he looks at your lips before he pulls away and walks to the kitchen. A sigh escapes you before you stand up and wince a bit. Months ago you had fucked your leg up and its never been quite the same since, but everyone's got something.

You begin to clean up the place and put everything away. Even go so far as to start doing the dishes. You were in the middle of drying the dishes when you feel a hand on your back. A involuntary gasp escapes you. "y/n"

His voice saying your name so close to you made your heartrate spike. Now you weren't a person who was known for swooning at anyone. In fact you hadn't done anything with anyone since before the outbreak. You may have liked someone before him but nothing ever came out of it except friendship because he had someone at the time.

Turning around after placing the glass down your chests are practically pressed up against each other now. His hand that was on your back is now on your side. "Joel don't" The rational part of your brain was reminding you that this is how he is when hes drunk.

He would never do anything if its not something the other person wants, always respectful in that way. But he flirts with anyone that's around when he's drunk and knows the person. You knew you weren't exactly special, especially when you have seen him flirt, and then heard them because these walls weren't exactly thick.

Joel looks at you and his hands begin to run under your shirt. "I know how you feel about me. I've seen it." His hands run higher and you feel the pads of his fingers brushing against your skin. "Fuck" as soon as the word left your lips your hand moves to the collar of his shirt and pull him into a kiss.

The kiss is very sloppy and yes maybe its only as good as it feels because the both of you had drank a bit. However the both of you weren't drunk enough to not be in control of your own actions. The both of you knew what was happening and so that also means that you knew it was a bad idea.

Things escalated pretty quickly and about an hour later the both of you were laying beside eachother. You were holding eachother for a little bit before the both of you went to sleep.

The morning after you woke up in the same bed. Joel's covers were wrapped around you with the morning sun beaming in through the blinds.

As you opened your eyes you thought that maybe Joel would be there beside you but when you looked over he was gone. Even when you got yourself ready there was no sign of him being here. He must have left earlier that morning.

You felt terrible, almost hated yourself for your actions last night. But little did you know that would not be the last time.

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Its been about two years since the night with Joel. You wish you could say that it was the last time. But you cant.

Joel and you had both made it a routine. At first it wasn't terrible because in the beginning he would make you dinner and be super nice to you before the two of you went to his bedroom.

He would take you out, take you to the bar and his eyes would only be you. Would even turn down people because he had you. Now the both of you never claimed to be in a relationship, because you weren't. You were friends but sometimes were something more. And even on some mornings he would stay with you for a few minutes before starting his day.

Everything was going fine. Maybe not how you wished things would go between the both of you but you have him in some way. And any way is better than not at all. Until about a year into this arrangement, he started being distant. No longer was there any dinners between the two of you. Instead you would cook for Ellie and sometimes even Dina when she came around.

Ellie and Dina would keep your mind off things as long as possible. Until they gave you a heart to heart and basically gave you a pep talk about how he shouldn't be treating you like this. Ellie straight up said "you are like his stay at home Spouse. You cook, clean, take care of him when he's drunk off his ass and sometimes get the benefits. But he Gives you nothing." Dina then made sure to sweeten things a bit saying "you would be such an amazing partner to someone that is also a good partner too"

Did this pep talk work...for a short while yes. You had told Joel about how you felt one night. He had came home later than normal and smelt lightly of perfume. However you chose to ignore it because maybe he was around another girl while working. It happens.

After you had told him everything you needed to. He said that you were thinking to much into things. He's here when he can be, that he cant take you out all the time or be home exactly when you need him to be.

His breath smelt of alcohol and so instead of arguing you just started a shower for him and went to make him a sandwich.

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It was like this until today, when you had decided that you have had enough. You had been worn out, your body thinner than it ever has been because of the stress from taking care of him and making sure he was okay. Getting no sleep and crying had caused you to have bags under your eyes. Even your hair seemed to be shaggier and no longer was their a smile on your face. It was so bad that people even began to ask if you were okay. Hell even Tommy had came around more often to see you.

After a year and a half he still hadn't given a label on this thing. You were here when he needed you but if it was the other way around. He was too busy. He had even declined your call when you had been hurt and bleeding. You had to call Tommy because you didn't want Ellie to see you like that.

Not even then did you decide to stop the relationship. What finally broke you was when you were with Ellie, Dina and Jesse and had entered the bar. You were planning on dancing and just having fun but that all was ruined when you seen a random girl right in front of Joel.

He must have been very drunk because not often would he kiss like that in public. So you chose to ignore it for the night and you did manage to end up having a bit of fun with your friends you met up with.

However that didn't mean you forgot about what had happened. You hadn't done anything with anyone in the year you had been together. No flirting, no gazing across the room, no admiring anyone. Nothing. So that morning when you were making breakfast for yourself and for Ellie because she said she would be over in about an hour. Joel comes walking in.

He walks past and sets his things down. You stay quiet until he asks "what are you making?" its a simple question but you were still on edge. " breakfast for Ellie and I" You kept all of your sentences short because you couldn't look at him right now.

"what is going on with you this morning?" he had the nerve to ask. You set down your utensil and look out of the window not wanting to look at him. "I cant do this anymore."

"do what. exactly" he says as he relaxes more into the seat. You turn around to look at him while taking a deep breath. "This whatever the fuck this is. A friendship, relationship, or maybe its Friends that use each other every now and then when needed."

There is a pause before you laugh and shake your head. "oh no that's not right either because if we were using each other. That would mean that I was using you too. That you were just another guy. But its you using me..right? I mean nothing to you"

He looks at you and watches as you cross your arms to shield yourself as if you were putting up a wall in front of you. "What I thought you knew the arrangement"

Tears were forming in your eyes but you refused to cry in front of him. "The arrangement...the Same arrangement that you would never have a conversation about. I speculated you were sleeping with women and then I finally got confirmation last night at the bar. But the funny thing is"

Your voice breaks before you speak again. "I haven't even encouraged the idea of another person since we started this whole thing. and the real shitty thing is that I knew this whole thing was a bad idea form the very first night. But I was in love and stupid and I will never let myself fall for someone so stupidly again"

You both look at each other and it looks as if he wants to say something but he chooses not to. Then the ringing from the timer going off is what breaks you from the trance and the food is done. "Ellie should be here any second now. I'm going to get my things"

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Joel sits there in silence and its as if nothing has even happened to him. He looks so well while you have been killing yourself for him.

When you walk back down you have one bag in your hand because you never wanted to take up too much space so you never had many things. As you walk past the kitchen into the living room you see that Ellie is there talking to Joel. They were talking about Dina as you walked past. Ellie looks over at you noticing that you look tired, it seemed to be a permanent look you couldn't get rid of. That no sleep would be able to fix.

You grab the book of yours you had been reading that was sitting on the table. "Where you going?" you heard Ellie ask. "im leaving. Ive got to find my own place." She looks at Joel then back at you and gives you a reassuring smile. After saying your goodbyes you started to walk out of the house.

And even as stupid as it is. You stood in the doorway for a few seconds just waiting or hoping that he would tell you to not go. That he wants to make things work. That he needs you. Fucking something and when that didnt happen you were left with no other choice.

Ellie had texted Tommy telling him the news. You and Tommy were close, especially since you knew him before Joel ever came around so she thought he would like to know.

When she finished texting she looks at Joel and shakes her head. "You made a Terrible choice letting them leave like that."

(author note: I don't know if i like this too much. so i apologize. I just needed to post something today. MIGHT be a part 2...just gotta think how i want it to be)

#river13245 #masterlist #angst #male reader #gn reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x gn reader #joel miller x male reader

[teddy-bear-queen]

Bro I have to say this I swear-

I see people trying everything to make it seem like Wukong is a lot worse then he is. I understand you like Macaque, I do too! But the entire point of their relationship is that they’re both in the wrong. The difference is, Wukong got, well, character development. It just feels super annoying to discredit Wukongs hard work in JTTW because of things he did prior.

I’m not saying Wukong is some saint, or an amazing person even while the story is taking place, but he is NOT as bad as some of the people in the LMK fandom make him out to be. I assume it’s because Macaque is the goth shy boy (/hj? /lh), but Macaque literally comes out just to manipulate MK and steal his powers. He’s making the exact same mistakes Wukong did, fighting for power so that he can protect himself. Get stronger. Etc.

Season 4 Special Spoilers:

I don’t think Wukong was ignorant in saying that Macaque doesn’t come to help him. I mean, he got beaten by the Jade Emperor and presumably everyone just left him there and ran off. I’d be pretty mad too. Of course, Macaque was hesitant to begin with, and that’s fair. But he was already there, he could’ve tried. But Macaque has a habit of shying away from fights, only really fighting others to settle a score (S1 E9) or if he has to (LBD arc - both working for and against her, but the S1 E9 relates here, too.) I’m not saying this as an insult, more of an observation. He’s not a coward by any means, a coward would be Peng, who leaves mid-battle in fear of being hurt or losing. Macaque finishes his fights (still knowing when it’s reasonable to retreat), but more often then not prefers to prevent them in the first place. (WHICH IS WHY THE DIVORCE SCENE HITS SO HARD, you know he’s been bottling that up ;v;)

ANYWAY back on topic. I definitely think everything Wukong said there was true. I don’t think he was trying to lie or manipulate Macaque by saying “everything I did was for us”. This is further confirmed when we see him later, tired and completely defeated.

He has nothing to hide here. He’s at his lowest point, stuck in a mountain, tensions high from being abandoned by his sworn brothers, being abandoned by people he held dear. Macaque was trying to be nice, but if I were stuck in a mountain and offered food from someone who left me in such a vulnerable state? I probably wouldn’t take the it either. ALSO. We still have NOT seen these things from Wukongs perspective! Every single time something is revealed from his past, it’s narrated by Tang, Azure, Macaque, etc. Wukong has never (from my memory) spoken about his trials first-hand. This is why I love the guy so much!! What’s going on in his head? How does he feel about these things?

These are such complex characters who have been through so much, so it really bothers me when people look at Sun Wukong and decide to demonise him because of the past which, not only has he moved on from, but we have never even seen his side of the story on. Why did he kill Macaque? Did he kill Macaque? (I’ve seen theories he didn’t, we don’t know rn tho)

Wukong went through a lot of pain to change. Wukong is haunted by his past and in genuine distress over it. You can’t tell me this isn’t a man filled with deep remorse for his actions.

He’s not perfect, but he’s a hell of a lot better. It just really frustrates me that people disregard and discredit the work he put in to get to this point.

THATS IT THATS THE POST

This is really disorganised I’m sorry, I just keep seeing people act like Wukong is the scum of the earth and I honestly just do not get it.

Please don’t send asks about this post, just reblog or comment.

I don’t want to deal with passive aggressive (or just straight up aggressive) people.

As a final note: No, Wukong is not perfect. He’s still a deeply flawed character even with his development. No, Macaque isn’t the scum of the earth. They both have their own problems and they both fucked up. They both did something wrong. That’s the point.

#suki speaks #lmk #Lego monkie kid #sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #lmk wukong #wukong #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #analysis #? #more of a ramble #or a rant #it’s 11:30pm

[its-malarkey]

I’m continuing my LMK rewatch as I draw and naturally it’s A Lifetime Of Mistakes so I’m not getting anything done but as I reached the point where they found Wukong, I finally took the time to stop and see what the other flashes of gold memories were. (I feel a little stupid for not finding this sooner)

There are two which are really obvious just looking at them— the one with the Jade Emperor and the one where a younger Wukong offers Macaque a peach (this one breaks me every time I see it my god). I was hoping that looking harder would give us a glimpse of what happened with Macaque because boy, wouldn’t that be something.

What I found:

The first quick flash is, upon further inspection, Wukong fighting DBK. I wasn’t entirely sure who it was at first, but you can see the horns and once you realize who it is, you can’t unsee it. I’ve always assumed along with the fandom that he felt regret for burying his sworn brother, but seeing it confirmed… makes me sad.

The second one also took me a bit to figure out, but it’s Wukong under the mountain, I assume after his argument with Macaque. Obviously he felt something after this, but man, to know that it’s haunted him?

The third one is only abs and the smallest hints of what looks like hair, but I’ve concluded from the hair that it’s Azure. After seeing that Wukong regrets even putting away his friends that did things to ‘earn’ their imprisonment, you can’t tell me that monkey isn’t completely different from who he used to be. He’s haunted by mistakes he made— his argument with Macaque, crossing the Jade Emperor— but he’s also haunted by the fact that for someone who was so fixated on protecting those he cared about, he ended up putting most of them away.

Peng and Yellow Tusk went to the Scroll of Memory, Azure went to the Underworld, and DBK was trapped under a mountain (and maybe also imprisoned in the Underworld). Hell, he even only imprisoned the Lady Bone Demon (although I wonder if he would even have been able to kill her). Macaque, his best friend, was the only one that wasn’t spared. You’re telling me that Wukong’s biggest life regrets are imprisoning all of his former friends, going against the Jade Emperor, and arguing with his best friend, even if it ended their relationship? Compared to killing him? No. There’s something else.

And the show writers still won’t tell us what happened. We KNOW what happened with the other four and can justify their imprisonment, but they’re hiding what happened between Macaque and Wukong for a reason.

Every textpost I make eventually turns into a theory about what happened between Wukong and Macaque and how Wukong may or may not have been in control of his body when he killed Macaque (or left him for dead), so I’ll end it here before it goes too far, but I’m still thinking. Hopefully season five will give us a much-wanted (much-deserved) flashback or at least show us what happened.

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[quitealotofsodapop]

Where did the idea that Macaque and PIF are swirn siblings come from? I've seen it in a few other fics and while I'm not in any way against it I am curious. Is it just fannon or is there evidence for it in either the show or the original text? And how did the two of them meet in your au?

I believe it's a popular fanon idea. I think it spawned from the fact that Wukong and DBK are canonically sworn brothers, and thus Macaque and PIF would have interacted back in the day through the Brotherhood - both were/are not looked upon the best by the leaders of the Brotherhood, so they may have found friendship in one another. They are also both cool af characters that sadly never interacted in the show proper.

Macaque ( -_-)/\(-_- ) PIF: Being bad b*tches with wind powers and impulsive spouses who got trapped under a mountain for 400+ years.

In "The Monkey King and the Infant" au they're sworn/adoptive siblings due to mutual past history, even before The Brotherhood. They met as young children (an incident where little Princess Tieshan stole her big sister's bag of wind and got stranded on the moon), and later became eachother's confidants when they reunited as teens (Macaque becoming PIF's attendant). When the Brotherhood started up, Macaque accidentally introduced PIF and DBK while sneaking out for a meeting. When PIF was disowned by her family for falling in love with a demon; Macaque was one of very few from her old life that stayed by her side. They supported eachother emotionally through thick and thin - SWK being imprisioned + his and Macaque's breakup, PIF's banishment and troubles having a child etc...

Then Macaque "died".

And so PIF lost the closest to a little brother she ever had.

DBK finding out about Macaque's death (or whatever version someone spun about it), combined with Red Son being taken away by Guanyin after the Samadhi Fire ritual, is partially what drove him into a rage + his own imprisonment under a mountain. And so Princess Iron Fan was left (almost) completely alone for roughly 400+ years. It's no wonder why she fcking hates SWK's guts.

By the time of the fic start, she straight up decides "fck this I'm taking my kid back and finding a way to remove the staff. I ain't waiting around on earth alone anymore."

Then a month or so later she recieves a knock on her door;

Macaque: "Hey, jiejie [big sis]. I uh... kinda got revived???" PIF: "...how and why?!" Macaque: "No idea [lie]. Ok, long story short; Wukong knocked me up-" PIF: "THAT SON OF A BIT-" Macaque: "Yeah I was mad too. We're kinda *still* on a break right now so can I crash here until... I dunno either he apologizes, I stop being mad at him, or you know... forever?" PIF, (trying to hide tears of joy): "Forever sounds like just long enough."

The emotional reunion is interuppted by toddler Red Son charging head-first (bull calf style) into Macaque out of excitement.

After realising that his sworn uncle is very upset with the Monkey King; Red Son declares war on Sun Wukong and later secretly begins devising a plan to kidnap him and force him to lift the staff. PIF thinks its adorable how protective Red Son is over them, while Macaque is reading the kid's revenge corkboard like "Oh dang, he's really going for it. I'm so proud of him. Wait... is this what having a kid feels like??"

When SWK shows up looking for Macaque, PIF pretty much wind-fan kicks his ass straight out of the mountain. Cue Wukong thinking he has to do something; Big, Dumb, Dangerous, and Extremely Hearfelt in order to get back into both Macaque's and PIF's good graces...

Small spoilers:

Macaque, extremely touched but confused af: "Peaches, I would have accepted an apology and some flowers!" PIF, non-stop cuddling DBK since he got back: "Not me. This barely gets Wukong off my hit list."

Its a huge thing. The citizens of Diyu are shooken. By the end of it, the fam is extremely confused but happy to be reunited. Red Son declares it his first ever evil victory.

#the monkey king and the infant au #the monkey king and the infant #lmk shadowpeach au #lmk princess iron fan #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #lmk demon bull king #lmk red son #lmk ironbull #shadowpeach #Macaque and Princess Iron Fan are Sworn Siblings #lmk s4 spoilers #lmk backstory hcs #lmk character hcs #lmk tmkati au story events #lmk demon bull family #lmk dbk #lmk pif

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[howlingday]

I have a question or, well, a request? I mean in that AU where Jaune and Terra are together, how was the first family reunion between Terra and Jaune's parents or her sisters?

Oh, now that's an old...er AU.

Prologue (NSFW)

Previous Part (SFW)

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"Jaune, are you okay?"

Jaune was not okay. Even as Terra squeezed his hand, he could barely register her voice. He was absolutely dreading this meeting, and felt more terrified than he was at his initiation. In a morbid sense, he envied Terra, whose parents both were tragically lost at sea.

"Jaune?"

She leaned closer, but her words rang hollow. He continued to stare blankly until he heard something louder, and yet softer in his ears. There was a murmur coming from Terra's chest, where Adrian fussed in his swaddle.

Adrian. His son. That's who he was here for. Adrian deserved to have a father. Someone who could protect him. Teach him. Love him. His biological father, wherever he ran off to wasn't going to step in, so Jaune stepped up.

Jaune reached his hand out and pressed a finger to Adrian's. The baby reached around and felt Jaune's finger. With a mere grasp, Jaune was completely defeated and wept.

"Jaune, are you ready?"

With a deep breath, Jaune answered. "Yeah. I'm ready."

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Jaune sat at the counter as his sisters cooed and fussed over Adrian, who was laying in the old Arc crib. It was the newer of the two from the twins that didn't break when Jaune's second youngest sister refused to leave until she was three... and fell through the bottom of the old, original crib. Jaune never saw his grandfather weep so hard in his life.

They say he died in a blizzard that winter, but Jaune knew the real reason was because he loved that crib, and he died of a broken heart. ...There might be something wrong with him today.

"So, how have ya been, Jaune?" The scion of the Arc family felt a meaty clap against his back. "Haven't seen ya in forever, and ya come home with a pretty lady and a baby." He let out a sarcastic sniffle. "I'm so proud of ya, son!"

Jaune pushed his father off of him with a laugh. "I've been good, Dad." He sighed. "But, there's something I need to tell ya. It's about Beacon."

"Yeah?" He raised a brow. "What about it?"

"I, uh, think I'm in way over my head." He shook his head. "They tossed me off a cliff, and I had to fight a Nevermore and a Deathstalker."

"Was the Deathstalker in a cave?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Ah, I could've sworn I put up a sign when I was there during my initiation."

"Must've missed it then." Jaune gave a soft chuckle, then looked to Terra talking with his mother. "I missed a lot of things."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Jaune." His father shrugged. "Your sister was there to help, wasn't she?"

"Yeah, but I wasn't there." He looked down, dejected. "I'm... I'm a failure."

"So you missed the first one." His father shrugged. "You'll just have to catch the next twenty." He chuckled, then caught a plastic cup in his hand. "One." Another cup for the other hand. "Two!" The third he caught in his mouth. "Sree!" He let out a chuckle and grinned at his smirking wife. Before he could voice his confusion, a stein fell from the shelf aboce and clocked his father on the head. "Never see the fourth one coming."

"You're lucky you're so thick-skulled." Jaune's mother huffed.

"And you're lucky I'm so thick-headed!" His father retorted with a wink.

"Nicholas!" She blushed as she shouted.

Adrian suddenly started wailing on the counter. Jaune and Terra both hurried over to look over the infant, but Jaune made it there first. He looked over his son and began the classic tale of trial and error. He picked up his binky, but he refused to latch to the pacifier. He then placed his face down by his legs and sniffed, but he smelled nothing foul. He looked to the clock and nodded.

"I think he's ready for lunch."

"O-Oh... Okay..." Terra replied meekly. She was having trouble feeding Adrian. The doctors recommended she tried breast feeding before sticking to formula. As Jaune picked up Adrian, who continued to coo and hush the wailing infant, Terra made her way to the couch and began to unbutton her blouse. Jaune sat next to her and handed her their son when she was ready.

"You okay?" Jaune asked.

"Y-Yeah, I just... I don't think it'll work."

"We'll try one more time." Jaune looked in the kitchen and saw his mother was already preparing a bottle of formula. "He's always got Plan B."

"What if Plan B fails?" Adrian was pressed to his mother's breast, but made no signs of calming down.

"It can't." Jaune said, looking to Adrian. "It won't."

Adrian continued to squeal, stopping only to catch his breath. Jaune noticed Adrian was being placed against the breast, but seemed to ignore the nipple. He had an idea. As Adrian opened his mouth to yell again, Jaune reached over and placed his finger in the infants mouth. Taking to it, Adrian began to suckle for a moment. Jaune pulled his finger away, using his other hand to guide Adrian to the nipple.

"C'mon, buddy." Adrian latched and Jaune smiled, then noticed his cheeks sinking. "Ah, no, hang on."

"J-Jaune!" She felt him adjust jis seat and start kneading her breast, gently but firmly. "Jaune, what are you doing?"

"I read this in a book once." Jaune replied. "While I was waiting for the bullhead from Beacon." He took a calming breath. "In case... In case you needed help with anything. I know I'm not his real father, but I'm still his dad."

"Jaune..." Terra's heart skipped a beat, and Jaune seemed to... glow in the afternoon light. Before, she thought he was just this nervous guy who didn't know what he was getting into. He still is, but there was more to him now. This was a man willing to do what he has to for his baby. "Huh?"

A soft, rhythmic, suckling sound played beneath her, and she watched as her son breastfed for the first time. With a smile, she looked to Jaune. "You did it."

"Well, I like to think this is a we thing." Jaune chuckled. He looked down to Adrian, laying his head on her shoulder.

"Yeah." Terra leaned her head on his. "It is."

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"So, twenty kids, huh?" Nicholas looked to his wife as she got ready for bed.

"Wasn't that the dream?" He chuckled from his side of the bed.

"Honestly, as if any woman could bear nine, let alone twenty." She huffed.

"Nine?" He quirked his brow. "Who, me?"

"Yes, you! You are such a child!"

"Well, if you say so." He smiled. "Speaking of, did you see how Jaune was with Adrian?"

"Yes, I did." She smiled. "He's such a good father."

"Did I ever get that good?" Nicholas asked.

"Hm..." Isabella thought. "Not until Saffron was born. Before her, you were a mess. But I think when Jaune was born was where you really hit your stride taking care of babies. Jaune really reminded me of you."

"Really?"

"Of course, you were a brute who just squeezed until milk came out." She huffed. "You can be so aggravating."

"True," Nicholas said, before leaning over to his wife, hovering over her, "but I can be pretty tender, too, can't I?"

"Oh, yes, you can be very tender~."

The couple kissed, while in another room, Jaune and Terra slept on the floor next to Adrian's crib. Jaune held Terra close, softly breathing in tandem with her. Meanwhile, Adrian slept soundly through the night, dreaming about his mommy and daddy.

#rwby #terra cotta arc #terra cotta warrior #terra cotta #adrian cotta arc #jaune arc #papa arc #mama arc

[ivonhart]

mi amor. mi corazón | rodolfo parra x fem combat medic!reader

— one shot

cross posted on ao3

gif credit: @collinnmckinley

summary: After the betrayal of Graves and the loss of your only home you find comfort in the arms of someone who you've loved for years. The moment of peace allowing you to break, causing a confession to tumble past your lips.

a/n: Please note that I was using google translate for the Spanish dialogue. If they are incorrect please tell me so I can fix it.

The grip you had on your rifle strained against your knuckles as you walked closer and closer to Alejandro’s safe house. So much had gone to shit in such a short amount of time and you couldn’t do anything about it. Your base was taken along with all your team. Your friends. Your family. Everything you had known for the past few years was stripped away from you in an instant.

“General Shepherd sends his regards.” It was like his tone had changed. The Graves you were introduced to were no longer there…or maybe he was all along and was just waiting. Waiting for the order to take your base.

Your home. In the corner of your eyes you saw his men shift on their feet and tighten the hold on their guns. Some had begun to form somewhat of a circle around your group.

You turned to look over the car hood at Ghost to see if he noticed. He did. He always noticed. As Graves continued to talk your hand slid down to the knife on your thigh. Bullets were faster than knives but if something were to happen you could grab the soldier closest to you.

The sudden movement could throw him off, allowing you less resistance to plunge your weapon into his throat, creating a shield. But how would you get to Alejandro? He was only a feet or two away but if something happened it might as well be miles.

Your eyes flickered back and forth from man to man, marking where each was. Where they could go. What they could do. Being a combat medic taught you to predict movements, note where everyone was, and know how to protect.

You had to be aware otherwise those you were sworn to protect would be lost. “Your men have been…detained.” Was the last thing you heard before Alejandro launched at Graves.

The grip you had tightened, turning your knuckles white. You messed up, miscalculated, missed something. Hesitated. Alejandro was too far, the soldier too heavy, the knife too slow. Despite the silence that filled the area you felt as though everything was loud. Too loud.

The chatter in your head running through what had happened as your eyes darted around the seemingly vacant area. You could hear the conversation between Ghost and Soap as you three neared the safe house. “It was need to know.”

“What if I needed to kno–” You were quick to shush the two of them as you stopped moving. “There is a pressure plate in front of the door and I don’t have the keys for this house on me so we are going to have to go in through that window.” You said while pointing to the side of the building.

Soap and Ghost both nodded as they started their way there. You jumped down after Soap and while the two of you started to survey the area Ghost quickly spoke. “Don’t move.” His knife was as quick as his words as it flew through the air and into the wooden pillar on the other side of the room.

“¿Quién está ahí?” Who’s there? The familiar voice caused a sigh of relief to fall from your lips. “Rudy!” The man called your name as he quickly turned from his hiding place. You were quick to drop your gun to your side and rush into his arms.

His scent invaded your nose as his warmth slowly encased your body. The feeling of his hands around your waist grounded you in a way that brought tears to your eyes. “Pensé que te habían pillado.” I thought they got you. You whispered into his neck as one of your hands threaded through the back of his hair while the other clawed his back.

“Estoy aquí” I’m here. He whispered into your ear. Tears began to sting your eyes but you were quick to push them back. You couldn’t flatter; not yet. When you pulled back the man noted the large cut across your cheek and quickly pulled out the handkerchief he always held.

“You’re bleeding, Doc.” You smiled softly and shook your head. “I’m alright. I'm sure it's dry anyway.” Despite your words, Rudy gently dragged the fabric across your cheek causing another sigh to pass your lips as your eyes fluttered close.

But the moment didn’t last long due to the fact you remembered you came with two others. Quickly you stepped back and turned to stand next to Rudy. “Where were you guys?” Rudy questioned after a few silent seconds. “On the run.”

Soap was quick to correct the Lieutenant. “Doc and I were on the run. Ghost waited for us.” “Oh course, no?” You sent a fast glance towards Soap. You had found him within the streets of Las Almas after Graves turned on everyone and was with him when he found out Ghost was leaving him on his own till he got to the church.

You didn’t know much about Ghost as a person and what he has been through, but you knew Rudy and you knew he thought Ghost would have come back for Soap like Alejandro did for him on multiple occasions.

But Ghost didn’t and Soap knew that. “No.” Much to everyone’s surprise, Ghost cut in. “Yes.” His eyes bore into those of his brother in arms before moving to you and Rudy. “All of us. This happened on my watch and I’ll need help to fix it. No one fights alone.”

As the men continued to brief Rudy on what had happened you walked to a certain area in the safe house that held standard medical supplies. Alejandro always made sure to have a station for you in his houses just in case.

You had done a hasty stitch job with what you had in your pack on Soap’s wound when you found him and you knew it needed to be properly treated. You made your way back as Soap spoke. “Let’s go get them.”

“Not so fast!” The men came to a sudden stop as you walked in front of them. “I still need to clean and dress that wound.” You said to Soap before turning to Ghost.

“And I still have you to check as well.” The man was about to protest but you held your hand up. “I’ll tolerate no back talk from either of you.”

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It was about mid afternoon the next day when you were finally able to take time to aid in your injuries. The majority of the night and morning you were tending to Soap while helping to create a plan to get Alejandro and your team back.

Another large chunk of that time was spent fighting with Ghost about getting some rest. He had been glued to the table that held the plan long after Rudy and Soap fell asleep and you knew he wouldn’t leave unless you intervened.

Now you found yourself standing in front of the bathroom mirror with your shirt off, looking at the damage to your body after getting out of a needed shower. After Graves’s betrayal you had been knocked off the road during the fighting and fell down the hill. It was evident with the large amount of bruising you had along your ribs and back from when you hit the occasional tree.

You were quick to jump into action when you saw Alejandro get thrown into the truck besides Graves. The Shadow next to you was under your knife in a second, shielding the oncoming fire that fell upon you and your allies.

You thought you could reach for Alejandro, get him out of harm's way, but that thought was smashed when you saw him drop to the ground unconscious. Seemingly slipping through your fingers as he crumbled to the ground.

Next to go down was Soap and you had lost sight of Ghost. Everything had gone bad in the blink of an eye and you made the mistake of hesitating. The Shadow you held had thrown his elbow into your stomach before shoving you to the side, ultimately sending you off the road and into the woods.

You were pulled from your thoughts when a soft knock bounced through the air and the quiet call of your name. It was Rudy. After you put your shirt back on you opened the door to see the man standing there with his sunken eyes filled with worry.

Oh how you loved those eyes. Oh how you loved…“I’m sorry I fell asleep.” His words were laced with guilt and dripping in shame. “Ghost told me you haven’t gotten any sleep and I should have stayed up wi–”

“Rudy.” His words came to a stop when you grabbed his hands and pulled him into the bathroom and closed the door. “Don’t be sorry.” The man stayed quiet as he watched you move to sit on the sink counter, noting the way you winced while you did.

“Estás herida.” You are hurt. “It’s just some bruises and a few surface level scraps.” You smiled softly at his furrowed brows. “Nothing to get worried about.” He squeezed your hands lightly before meeting your eyes once more.

“I always worry for you.” Heat began burning your cheeks which caused you to look down. As you sat there with your eyes zeroed in on your intertwined hands the severity of the situation crashed down on you.

The moment of peace between the two of you finally allowed you to fully feel. Without warning a sob clawed its way up your throat. Rudy was quick, yet gentle, to pull you into his arms. “I-I was so cl-close to him, Rudy.” You choked out in between your sobs.

“I couldn’t protect him. I couldn’t protect our people. I couldn’t protect o–” “Querida.” Darling. He softly said. “It wasn’t your fault. None of this is your fault.” One of his hands cupped the back of your head while the other wrapped around your waist.

“You did everything you could.” Your head shook in his neck. The tears from your eyes coating his neck and running down his side. “I didn’t…I could’ve do–” He cut you off once more by slowly cupping your cheeks so you could meet his eyes. “It wasn’t…your fault.”

His words were slow yet firm as his thumbs rubbed the tears away from your cheeks yet more fell as you looked into his eyes. “I thought I lost you, Rudy.” Another sob fell past your lips as you latched onto his arms. “After seeing Alejandro fall I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Where you were. If you were safe.”

Your breathing grew erratic as everything you kept inside spilled to the surface. With blurry eyes and heated skin you clung to Rudy, your nails digging into his arms as you wailed. “E-E-Everything I h-hav-have was taken and-and I thought th-they got you too.”

His hold on you never faltered as he tried to reassure you, but the pounding in your ears grew far too loud. “I ca-can’t los-los-lose you. My love…” Your head dropped as you pulled him closer. Your nose buried into his neck allowing his scent to once more flood your senses. “Mi amor. Mi corazón.” My love. My heart.

Rudy was stunned by the confession. He had loved you for years and now he found himself with you in his arms confessing in the midst of a panic attack. Your breathing, however, failed to steady out which caused him to pull you back and smash his lips into yours.

Perhaps it wasn’t the best option to steady your breathing out considering you weren’t in a good state of mind, but with the confession still fresh in the air his feelings acted before his thoughts.

With the sudden inhale of air and the chapped lips against your own your body steadied out once more, allowing you to quickly kiss back. Despite the tears and snot, the two of you melted into one another as everything began to fall to a still.

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a/n: MY WORD I FINALLY FINISHED IT MAWHAHAHAHA. Ya'll school has been a fucking bitch but I finally finished.

#rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra imagine #rodolfo rudy parra #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #rodolfo rudy parra imagine #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare x reader #call of duty modern warfare imagine

[yersina]

[based on this post]

In another universe, Yoojin finds out about his brother becoming a Hunter through the news. In this universe, his brother is the one who finds out.

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Yoohyun isn’t sure what he should feel when he looks down at the bolded letters on his phone declaring that the brother of the Haeyeon guild leader has Awakened and joined Seseong. He knows what he does feel: anger, mostly. Anger at himself, for allowing this to pass by his notice, anger at his guild members for not bringing it to his attention, anger at Yoojin for putting himself in harm’s way like this. Betrayal. Fear.

Hatred for Sung Hyunje, for taking Yoojin when Yoohyun has been trying so hard not to.

Someone knocks on his office door and Yoohyun is already shaking his head before whoever it is can get out much more than, “Guild Leader—”

“Get out and leave me alone,” he interrupts and is fleetingly grateful when the person immediately does so.

It’s stupidly easy to thumb over to his contacts and find Sung Hyunje’s number, and yet somehow putting his phone up to his ear as the line rings through is one of the hardest things he’s ever done. There’s cotton in his ears and every limb in his body feels like lead.

“Young Master Yoohyun,” comes Sung Hyunje’s irritatingly cheerful voice. “I could’ve sworn you’d said you’ll never call me for as long as you live. Is this someone else calling to tell me that the young master has died?”

Yoohyun unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “Why?”

Sung Hyunje has the gall to sound confused. “‘Why?’”

“You know what I’m talking about, you bastard!” Yoohyun hardly registers the loud groan of his desk when he pounds a fist against its surface. “You know he’s my brother.”

“Oh, you’re talking about Yoojin-gun? My, my, news sure does travel fast these days, doesn’t it?”

Yoohyun is about to explode. “What are you talking about, you have a PR team that supervises your news releases—”

“Hold on for just a moment.”

“If you hang up on me, I swear—”

“Yoohyun?”

For the second time that morning, Yoohyun’s world grinds to a halt. “Hyung?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Guild Leader-nim handed me the phone. Did you need something?” Yoojin doesn’t sound like he’s under duress. In fact, he sounds… normal. Light. Much more normal than the last time they spoke, when Yoohyun was trying to get him off of Haeyeon building premises as quickly as possible. The difference makes something pull tight in Yoohyun’s chest.

“Hyung,” Yoohyun starts, but he has no idea what he wants to say. “You’re with him right now?”

“There’s a mandatory employee orientation that the guild leader is forcing me to attend.” Yoohyun can hear the eye roll in Yoojin’s voice, and the familiarity of it aches. “He insisted on supervising.” And all of a sudden, Yoohyun is reminded of where Yoojin is right now.

“Hyung, why? Being a Hunter is dangerous, there’s nothing in the law offering protection, you could die—”

“And you can’t say the same for yourself?”

“I just want you to stay safe!”

“And that’s what I want for you too, Yoohyun-ah.” Somehow, the measured way Yoojin is responding to him hits harder than if he’d started yelling.

“You shouldn’t have gone to Sung Hyunje, at least.”

“Yoohyun, I went to you first.” And here, the hurt starts to leak into Yoojin’s tone. “Of course I would go to you first. But you didn’t listen to even a word of what I was trying to say.”

“And Sung Hyunje did?” Yoohyun asks acidly.

“He was the one who approached me, actually.” The answer is stiff, and Yoohyun has a second to feel a pang of regret before Sung Hyunje’s voice comes across the line again. “Haeyeon Guild Leader, did you call for a reason other than to upset one of my Hunters?”

“He’s not yours,” Yoohyun hisses.

“The paperwork says otherwise.” The satisfaction in Sung Hyunje’s voice makes Yoohyun want to strangle something. Preferably the man himself. “Goodbye, Young Master Yoohyun. Try not to call too much.”

“Sung Hyunje—” He pulls his phone from his ear in frustration and sure enough, the bastard hung up.

He doesn’t know what Sung Hyunje’s game is here. He has no doubt that the man did it as a way of getting under Yoohyun’s skin somehow, but the idea of him pulling Yoojin into his distasteful machinations just to annoy Yoohyun makes a fire burn under his skin. He’s sorely tempted to storm all the way over to Seseong and back up his anger with the threat of violence, but as much as he hates to admit it, he doesn’t think he’d be able to beat Sung Hyunje in a one-on-one fight as they are currently, much less when he’s surrounded by his guild members.

And Yoojin.

The very thought of seeing Yoojin standing by Sung Hyunje’s side curdles sour in his stomach like expired milk. It sticks in the back of his throat like the lingering taste of blood, but—

But.

Yoojin is a Hunter now. And there’s no law saying that Hunters can’t transfer guilds.

#sina writes #fanfiction #sctir #s classes that i raised #seseong!hyj au #cue tug of war between hyh and shj over who gets to have hyj