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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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zeykoyu

zeykoyu [zɛj.ˈko.ju] n. healer

Anonymous Request: I would like to request a Neteyam x Na'vi reader with the "you'll never be her trope", where reader is promised to Neteyam, but he loves another. He is sort of a shitty asshole to her, a girl who is a quiet not very well known member of the clan; he treats reader with the coldest shoulder. However, he overhears the girl talking to her friends about how she just using Neteyam to gain status in the clan. He then sees reader for the caring person she is, and grovels for forgiveness.

I have resigned myself to my fate.

In what feels like a very short amount of time, I will be mated for life before Eywa, to a man who does not love me. In fact, he barely seems to tolerate me.

He looks at me with disappointment, and sometimes, it even looks like he feels disgusted by me.

It wasn't always this way. Neteyam used to be a friend, and someone I trusted. He was so kind and good-hearted when we were younger, but he has turned his back on me and come to resent our pairing.

As if it is my choice! I am the next Tsahik of our people, and he the next Olo'eyktan. We are promised to each other from youth, and there's nothing either of us can do that would not cause much upset in the clan, and with our families.

Though Neteyam clearly does not want to be mated to me, even more than that, he does not want to upset his family.

The change in his heart happened just a year ago, and it was slow at first. We went from friends to acquaintances to strangers, and now to near enemies, because of her.

I don't really blame her, though. He fell in love with her, and she can't control that. I felt jealous at first, but over time, as Neteyam has treated me more and more coldly, I have started to hate both of them.

If I'm being honest, I understand why he loves her; she is beautiful, and funny, and many men have had their eyes on her. I am plain, and small, and not many people speak to me. She does seem a better match for someone like Neteyam, and I almost wish we could be free of this pairing.

As much as Neteyam does not want to disappoint his family, I don't want to disappoint our people; I am a talented healer and I will serve our people well as Tsahik.

So I have resigned myself to my fate.

Our fate.

Neteyam watches Sa'me from a distance, as she approaches the center of home tree with her friends, dropping off a full fishing net from a day's work.

His heart swells with pride at the woman he loves, and then, he gets angry. These two feelings always accompany each other.

Love and adoration for Sa'me, and disappointment towards his fate. It doesn't matter who he loves; he's promised to Y/N, and he can't get out of it. That's just not how it works.

She is the next Tsahik and he knows, despite how he wants things to be, that she will be an excellent Tsahik for their people. He has to put the people before himself.

But he does not have to be happy about it.

He approches Sa'me and her friends, but their backs are to him as they empty their nets, and as he gets closer, he hears their conversation.

"Aren't you worried, about his upcoming mating ceremony?" one friend asks.

To his surprise, Sa'me laughs. "No! I have gotten what I wanted, and I am relieved it will end soon."

He stops in his tracks, listening closely.

"Sa'me!" a friend chastises.

"Well, I have three offers for my hand, from fine men. I owe that to Neteyam. When they knew he wanted me, that made them want me. I think I'll pick Marek - he's handsome and strong. Neteyam is nice, but too boring for me. Plus, the way he's treated Y/N since we started spending time together... I almost feel bad for her. She will have a miserable life."

The girls laugh, and Neteyam spins on his heel, charging away.

He expects sympathy from his sister, but earns only an eye-roll when he tells Kiri what he overheard.

"Well, she's right. You knew you were promised and pursued Sa'me anyway, even though it was kind of obvious what she was doing. And you have been an asshole to Y/N. She's really nice to still put up with you - to even speak with you. You've treated her like dirt the last year, and she's never said a mean thing about you. Even though, she would be right to do it."

Neteyam stares at his sister, slack jawed, unsure whether to feel angry or guilty. A fine mixture of both rises in his chest, and he sighs.

"You used to be friends with her, you know. She's so sweet, and so kind. She's only putting up with your behavior so she can be Tsahik, and not because she cares about the title. She wants to help the People, and knows she'll be able to if she's Tsahik. She just has to marry an asshole to do it."

"Okay, okay," Neteyam says, waving his hand in the air, begging his sister to stop.

"Well, I just don't feel bad for you, Teyam. You need to grow up and deal with what you did."

He rolls his eyes, but he can't deny it: Kiri is right.

Without her noticing, Neteyam starts to watch Y/N as much as he can from that day in. Her daily routine is simple. She rises early, and heads into the forest to gather supplies she can use in her healing practice. Once she's done, she begins going around to people who she knows need her help, in and out of their homes all day, gaining hugs and smiles and thanks wherever she goes.

She is soft-spoken, and kind hearted, and her small stature only serves to make her seem more gentle, more dispositioned for healing.

He sees the way people look at her as she approaches - they look at her with relief, and hope, and when she leaves, she leaves people better than she found them.

Neteyam feels sick to his stomach.

He tries to remember what it is about Sa'me that drew him in. He sees her beauty, he can't deny it still, but it's clear now that her beauty is only on the surface.

Did she ever compliment him? Support him? Offer him a kind word?

He can't even remember what they talked about... for a year.

"Neteyam?"

He turns from the tree he's leaning against and sees Y/N approaching, a large basket in her arms.

"You look ill. Are you okay?"

Neteyam wants to tell her he's fine, that she should leave, but he feels light-headed and instead, he sinks to the ground, a sweat breaking out on his brow.

"I'm... okay. My head feels light."

She kneels in front of him, rummaging through her basket. She pours a few things in a cup, and mixes them together with a powder.

"Here," she says, handing it to him. He takes it, his hands touching hers for a second, and he's struck by how small her hands are.

She's so delicate, like a flower, and he has certainly done his best to trample all over her.

The shame he feels is unlike anything he's ever felt before.

The drink is bitter, but it starts working almost immediately, and the faint feeling begins to fade.

"Thank you, Y/N," he says, handing the cup back to her. She takes it with a small smile and a nod, and rises to leave. Neteyam reaches out, grabbing her arm. "Wait."

She turns, frowning down at him. He stands up.

"I want to apologize to you, Y/N. I have been... terrible. I have neglected you, and I have been an asshole. I'm sorry. I would like to start again."

She tilts her head to the side and narrows her eyes, staring deep into him. He wonders if she can see his soul.

Of all of the things I thought Neteyam wanted to say to me, 'I'm sorry' was not even on the list.

My instinct is to tell him to go to tell, but there is such a strange look on his face... he still looks sick, and sad, and a little bit ashamed.

Well, he should be. But also - what choice do I have? If Neteyam is offering me a chance to make the best of this situation, shouldn't I take it?

I remember how I felt about him once. Hopeful, excited, nearly in love... but that feeling is so far away now. I'm not sure if there's even a possibility of re-gaining it.

But, it seems smart to try, if we are to have any chance at a happy life.

"Okay," I reply finally. "But I don't think Sa'me will appreciate it."

Neteyam hangs his head for a moment, and then meets my eyes again. "What she appreciates does not matter. You are to be my mate. You are all that matters."

He places a hand over his heart.

I would like to trust him, but it's going to take more than one conversation where he says the right things.

It seems I cannot get rid of Neteyam now. When I gather supplies in the morning, he is there. When I make my rounds in the village, he is there. He is always... there.

Not silently, either. He is full of questions. Everything I do and say, he has a question about. If it wasn't endearing, it would be exhausting.

After a week of this, he asks me to take a ride on our ikrans with him - and I can't say no. I have been so busy working lately, that it sounds like a wonderful and welcome break.

Early in the morning, we head out together, and take one of the longest rides I've ever been on. In the air, we twist and turn and glide together, and all the while, Neteyam is whooping and throwing me ear-to-ear smiles.

He gestures to a nearby cave in the floating rocks, and we land together, dismounting. We are both wind-burnt, but smiling.

"I must ask you something," I say.

"Anything," Neteyam replies, chest heaving from the effort of riding.

"Why did you change your mind? About Sa'me?"

His face darkens, and he sighs. "I overheard her talking about how being seen with me has gotten her offers from many fine potential mates, and she doesn't care that I'm promised to someone else."

I wince. Even if Neteyam is a jerk, I don't think anyone deserves to be used like that.

"I'm sorry, Neteyam. Though, that does explain your sudden... interest."

He shakes his head. "No. After I heard what Sa'me said, I went to Kiri and she, uh, pointed out what an asshole I've been. She also pointed out how kind and smart and talented you are, probably to let me know, uh, what an asshole I've been. So I started kind of, uh, watching you. And I realized she was right."

"About what?"

"Well, I am an asshole but... you are the most kind-hearted woman in this clan. And you did not try to withdraw from our match because you deserve to be Tsahik. Not for the title, but because you are best suited to serve our people. You care about them more than yourself. You're selfless. And beautiful. And I was blind to think anyone could be better suited for me."

I bite my lip, and take a step back. "Neteyam, that all sounds very nice, but I..."

He steps forward, reaching out and taking both of my hands in his. "It isn't enough. I know that, Y/N. I don't expect our problems to be solved now. I just want a chance to prove to you, who I really am. What a good mate I can be for you. I can make you happy. I want to. It's all I want."

I can feel the tears gathering in my eyes, and I blink hard to keep them at bay. "I always thought so highly of you, Neteyam. I want us to be happy. I want to try."

He squeezes my hand tightly, pulling me to him.

"I will make you happy. I promise you, Y/N. Please, let me kiss you."

I hesitate for only a moment. The look in his eyes is so sincere, and his eyes fall down to my lips for just a moment, then back up to my eyes, and I can't resist. Everything I want seems to be within my grasp.

He places his hands around my waist, and pulls me in.

"Say yes," he whispers. I can't find my voice, but I nod.

The kiss is explosive. A year of anger, frustration and want packed into one kiss. My body is flush to his, and I feel the tears spilling over, but I can't stop them, and I don't want to pull away.

It feels too good.

I put my hands in his hair, gripping tightly, sighing against his lips, and he groans.

Finally, we pull away, and stare at each other, both breathless.

"I will make you happy, healer," he whispers.

I might believe him now.

#neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam fic #avatar #avatar twow

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inkskinned · 1 year

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being single in your late 20s & 30s is so fucking wild bc on one hand it's fun and flirty and you skip a lot of the bullshit because you know what you're looking for and you know how to spot a red flag from a mile away and you've learned to set boundaries and communicate your own and be upfront about your needs and most of the time they've learned it too - and if they haven't, you can tell after the second date that they haven't been to therapy

and every time you feel lonely and dried up and an ugly husk there's a whole community of other single people out there who are just as unhinged and want to hang out with you because they just need a plus-one like you do and you get introduced to like. people in their 60's and 70's and 80's who are all like - nope, single life is my choice and i love it and you feel warm and seen and like okay, it's not the end of the world if i'm not seeing anybody. and yeah it's hard and sometimes exhausting but part of getting better is that you do make like so many friends and do so much wild shit because you made a promise to yourself that you'll actually get out there and try shit and actually work on your hobbies and skills and friendships because to be honest in relationships you wouldn't push yourself this hard and it's actually been super rewarding because it came from you and from what you wanted

and yes of course the apps such and dating in general can suck but after one of the bad dates you go back to your apartment and call up those friends you made and make jokes about what the other person said and it rolls right off your back and you have plans for self-care in the morning. you prioritize yourself and your happiness and you really actually don't mind it, a lot of the time, unless it's like at a wedding and they're doing one of those couples-related things. most of the time it's not even a problem except when you can tell people pity you for it and you're like - i'm actually fine, babe, even without a partner i am still, like a person and yes of course it would be nice to have a partner but you have established yourself as a person and as an adult in a way that feels really hard-won and well-earned and you're protective of that and of the life you're living and honestly you're pretty happy, all things considered

and at the same time you do have to tell your father that you are single on purpose right now and that, yes, believe it or not, they're letting women be single past the age of 30 these days without burning us at the stake (can you imagine!) and you have to kind of sit pretty while people make jokes about how you're losing your marriageability and you're like, a little too old for the bars and the clubs and whatever but you do still want to go out dancing and it's like. the other day you went to a board game party and had the time of your life and then your mom calls you and says she's worried because what if you never find the one, shouldn't you be spending more time looking? and you're like - trying to balance this place where you're actually, like, perfectly okay? except you hear this thing over and over and over - oh no. that's so sad. i hope you find your lover. and you weren't really upset about it until someone suggested that you're running out of time and until someone said that it's so miserable that you live without someone to kiss and you're like why can't anyone believe that i'm genuinely happy. like. joy. like. bliss.

and then they look at you and they look at their partner and the look passes between them that says - poor thing. you're just lying to yourself about this.

#writeblr #warm up #i sat down to write something that was literally 3 sentences long oops #the alternative text post was just -#sitting my 60 yr old father down and telling him i'm single on purpose and that they're letting women actually live without a husband #(and then a picture of samson wrestling the lion)#> would have been funnier #> unfortunately turns out i have feelings

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navstuffs · 11 months

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hi dear! how you doing? please don't goo to crazy! could i request maybe a blurb or hc about leon and reader in a silly misunderstanding? like maybe they're friends and the whole situation gets them to confess? lol

A convenient misunderstanding

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: Leon thinks you are in love with someone else.

Author's Notes: hey anon, i am okay, how about you? you are so sweet, thank you so much! i made this angsty, silly and cute, so i hope you like it!

requests are open for leon, carlos, poly leon/carlos! | my leon's masterlist

You and Leon have been friends for a couple of years. It felt longer since Leon knew you better than anyone: your favorite flavor of ice cream, the temperature of your shower (not too hot, not too cold), the favorite episode of your comedy tv show, the playlist on his phone that has your name, with songs chosen by you. He cares about all the little things that matter to you because Leon likes to see you happy.

So, of course, you tell yourself you can't fall in love with him because you can't lose a friend like that, but the heart does what it wants, and in a couple of months, you realize you are doomed. Hard.

You keep those feelings bottled up for the good of your relationship, but it gets too much. So much so that Friday night, when Leon arrives at your house to watch the ridiculous-comedy-bad movie night, he finds you miserable by the sofa.

"Hey, what is wrong?"

You sniffle before you answer, opening your arms and searching for his warmth. Leon's hands immediately pull you to him, his eyes staring at you, worried. Leon looks like he is about to kill whatever made you upset.

"I think I like someone I shouldn't, Leon."

The weight of your admission heavily weighs on Leon's chest, and you can feel him freezing. His voice sounds low and almost fearful when he answers.

"Must be a lucky guy. Do I know him?"

"Yeah, you do."

Leon lets go of you, a sad smile on his face, and gently taps your chin. You really, really want to tell him, but you can't. Leon also doesn't pressure, bringing you close to him and kissing the top of your head.

Because Leon Kennedy knows exactly who that man is. His and your best friend, Luis Serra. Leon couldn't blame you: Luis always made you laugh the hardest, and Leon saw the happiness of being around him in your eyes. Leon had no hopes it was him, for more than he desired from the bottom of his heart.

"You should tell him," Leon whispers, his heart breaking a million pieces. You sigh, nodding, holding into his shirt.

So the next time Leon meets you is at a small friend gathering; the first thing Leon notices is you and Luis talking, separated from the others. He tries to be happy for you, and he indeed does, but when Luis pulls you into a hug, Leon can't bear to watch it anymore, so he leaves to the front of the house, ignoring Claire's calls for his name.

No one comes looking for him for a while, and Leon stays alone watching the stars. Soon, he hears footsteps behind him, and you join him, a drink in your hands and an adorable smile on your face. You look happy. Leon looks to the stars again, ignoring the pain in his heart but, at the same time, trying to be content for you.

"Hey."

"Claire told me to come get you. She said you left without saying anything."

"Needed some air," Leon answers straight. You are surprised by his harsh tone but don't argue. You two stay in silence for a bit until you speak again.

"Remember our conversation last Friday? About the guy I liked?"

Badum. Badum. No, please, Leon thinks, a pain deep inside his chest that he feels spreading in his soul. He really doesn't want to hear about you and Luis now, but he doesn't want to break your heart.

"I saw. Congratulations," Leon answers, crossing his arms to hide his shaky hands.

"What?"

"You and Luis. I saw. Congratulations. I am happy you confessed." Leon tried again, and you looked confused.

"Me and Luis? What are you talking about, Leon?"

"I saw you hugging him at the party?" Leon tries again, glancing at you. You still look confused, holding the cup tightly in your hands. He sighs, "Look, I am sorry, but I don't really want to hear it. I am glad you and Luis are together now, but it would be just too much for me."

"Me and Luis aren't together? What are you talking about? Nothing is going on between me and Luis!" You try to argue. Leon keeps talking over you, too absorbed and letting his feelings out, and you two end up talking over each other.

"—but, I can't, I can't see you two together. I am sorry, this is so cowardly on my part, and this is stupid, but I love you, okay? So there."

"Luis and I aren't together because the man I love is you!"

Silence. You and Leon stop, asking at the same time again.

"Did you just—?"

"Leon, did I hear—?"

Silence again, and the realization kicks in for both of you. You look down, embarrassed, your heart pounding in your chest. Leon blushes, trying to understand where he got everything wrong.

"Wait, but you told me you were in love."

"I never said it was Luis, Leon. You assumed."

"Right."

You raise your head to find your best friend completely taken back. He notices you looking at him and attempts to smile, and you close off the distance between you two, his arms going over your body as you cup his cheeks to look at you.

"You are the one I love, Leon Kennedy. I didn't say it before because I was afraid. I didn't and don't want to lose you."

"You aren't losing me. I am yours forever now." Leon whispers, rubbing your cheek. Your whole body vibrates with happiness, and when you two finally kiss, there is a sudden cheering behind you.

You and Leon separate, startled, his arms surrounding you protectively. It is your group friends, most noticeably Luis in the front, the one clapping the loudest and cheering, "Finally!" You hide your face in Leon's shoulder.

"They are never letting go of this, right?"

"Never." Leon doesn't care one bit. As long as he has you in his arms, he will be fine.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy fanfics #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy imagine #im happy how this turned out #i hope anon doesn't mind angsty <3 #ask #asks #request #requests

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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idia the miserable (future) cat dad (spoilers for book six)

SUMMARY: Idia is your miserable husband that punishes himself for breathing. You decide to talk your miserable husband into adopting a cat (or "wittle kitty," as he would call it.)

CHARACTER: Idia Shroud.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: not a request but i wrote this for one of my quotev readers!! thank you for always providing rlly funny feedback!! i hope you and everyone else enjoys this C:

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“We should get a cat.”

Idia fumbled with his new computer mouse, his head jerking up at the sound of your voice. His eyes were wide as he opened and closed his mouth, his brow knitting in confusion.

“A kitty?” he mumbled, eyes flickering towards the ground, “Do you think we should bring one here?”

You looked around at the Styx headquarters and sighed. Of course he’d be worried about that, but you couldn’t stand him being so miserable here. He deserved just a bit of happiness, even if his family was cursed and his brother was gone and he couldn’t even hang out with his friends anymore.

“If you don’t want one that’s okay, hon.” you brushed his hair away from his face, not missing the small plume of smoke that rose from his head at the touch, “You deserve nice things. I know your life is hard but that doesn’t mean you need to make it harder on yourself.”

“Can we really get a wittle kitty?” he at least looked a little bit excited, his sharp teeth gnawing at his bottom lip, “Do you think I’d be a good cat dad?”

You almost laughed at his soft voice, but didn’t. It was hard to believe such a smart, arrogant, powerful man could become putty in your hands. You gently grasped the hand that wore the wedding band that matched yours and brought it to your lips.

“I told you when we married each other that I’d always be by your side and believe in you.” you murmured, lips brushing against his skin, “You’d be a lovely cat dad.”

“But…do you really think this place would be okay…?” he flushed, “I mean, I could put in some features to keep the kitty safe and entertained, but I wouldn’t want….I don’t want…if the cat was lonely or upset…I didn’t even want to drag you into this misery with me, but-”

“I chose to become a Shroud, honey. I chose that because I love you.” you reiterated, eyes boring into his soul, “I want you to be happy. Please don’t punish yourself because you feel bad, even if you think you deserve what you put yourself through.”

“Um…thank you. I love you.” he flushed, avoiding eye contact, “I’d like that. Um, getting a kitty.”

“I love you too, honey.” you smiled lovingly, rubbing your thumb over his wedding band.

“Of course, of course. You’re always right.” he muttered, cheeks turning even redder.

“Yes I am.” you chuckled, kissing his cheek.

#auburn's fics <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #disney twst x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #idia shroud fluff #they are married your honor #literally #soft idia shroud????#idk hes hard to write for #i like writing him pathetic

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jacaerysgf · 1 year

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hii🤝 can i request an ethan landry ex’s to lovers fic where the reader and ethan broke up cause of ethans jealousy so they’re just kinda mean and sarcastic to each other they’re basically just still mad at each other while being broken up and so there’s a lot of tension between them like but no smut i suck at making requests i’m sorry🙏🙏

Second Chances

Warnings | best friend anika, ex's to lovers, very bad insults (im not good at insults), implied attempted sa, asshole when drunk ethan, slight angst but with happy ending !! not proofread

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a/n: hiiii i really appreciate the request i hope you like it !! sorry if its not exactly what you wanted !!

“Clean up in isle four a bunch of fucking garbage spilled all over the floor.” You turn to your coworker next you who rolled her eyes and walked away mumbling something about the back.

Ethan and the others had found their way to your work establishment. Ethan turned his head towards you and rolled his eyes, “Don't you have a job to do?” “I am working asshole see” you gesture to your work uniform and pick one of the items off the shelf just to put it back on. He shakes his head and makes a step towards you so youre almost face to face, “you're so stupid.” You mock him, “How dare you?” “There's nothing wrong with pointing out the truth.”

“Just make out already Jesus christ.” Tara, tired of the two of you, leads the others out of the isle, Ethan scoffs and turns away from you, giving you one last look to which you flip him off before he walks out of the isle.

Watching him leave sucks, you hate to admit it but you miss him. So much. The night two weeks ago is still burning in the back of your memory.

you were just at a party only maybe thirty minutes ago, you had walked away from him and the rest of the group for a quick second to grab a refill only to get stopped by a guy. He grabs your arm and smiles at you. You think his name is mark? You recognize him from your English class.

“You wanna be my beer pong partner?” You shake your head and smile at him, “No sorry i just need to grab a drink.” he sighs, “can i atleast get your number gorgeous?” You shake your head, “I got a boyfriend.” “I'm sorry.” He nods and walks back over to the beer pong table.

You make your way over to the drink table, “what was that?” As you pour a drink you see your boyfriend, Ethan, standing behind you with an unreadable look on his face. you smile at him before turning back to the table, “you know that guy mark from english? he asked if i wanted to play beer pong with him.” you laugh and fill up your cup.

However, you turn back to see Ethan have an upset look. “is everything okay-” “why was he holding your arm?” Your expression turns grim due to his tone, “um… he asked for my number, i told him no obviously.” His face didn't let up, “Ethan, I promise nothing happened.”

He scoffs and turns away from you, “you looked a little too happy to have said no.” You look at him in disbelief, “are you kidding ethan?'' He doesn't look at you. “I can't believe this, you can't even trust me?” he turns back to you, “why should i?” you open and close your mouth in shock, “because i'm your girlfriend? You know what, no I'm not. you're unbelievable i'm so done with you.”

He follows after you, you can see a stumble in his step, is he drunk? “Baby please-” You huff, “Leave me alone, seriously. Dont text or call me.”

He had left you a large array of messages and tried to call you many many times but all of them went ignored.

Whenever he would try to approach you in person you shut down any sort of advances with an ache in your chest.

You feel a hand tap your shoulder and you turn to see anika there with a sad expression, “you still haven't talked to him?” why should you? he was disrespectful and mean, despite how much you may miss him you will never let someone treat you like he did.

“y/n please just talk to him, you two are miserable.” You sigh and shake your head, “I don't feel miserable, I feel great.” you let out a halfhearted laugh before playing with the already perfectly arranged shelf, “sorry but i have to get back to work.” You see in the corner of your eye her frowning but before she can say anymore you hear Mindy calling for her to join them as they leave.

She walks away and you feel regret at the sad look on her face, you'll have to text her an apology letter.

One of your bigger regrets from your breakup is that you cut contact with the whole group, it's not like they wanted to but you didn't want them to have to choose. you watch out of the corner of your eye as they walk out the front door and you take a breath of relief. This sucks.

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When anika invites you to go shopping at the mall, you are shocked to see her standing around with the rest of the group. Ethan standing further back in the group in a seemingly heated discussion with mindy. God this sucks.

Praying she hasn't seen you yet you try to rush away, maybe text her that you aren't feeling well but of course, “y/n!! over here!!” you sigh and turn back with a forced smile.

you slowly walk over and seeing her genuinely cheerful smile puts a real one on your face, “anika hey, hi guys….” you look at the rest of the group who all greet you except one. He looks to the floor as anika begins to drag you along talking about what clothes she wants to get today.

Soon enough sam, tara and chad split off from the group leaving just you anika mindy and of course, ethan. You are now walking side by side with Ethan as Mindy and anika hold hands in front of you.

You look over to him and see him already looking at you and you scoff despite the fact your heart races, “it's rude to stare you know” he rolls his eyes, “it's hard not to when you have something in your hair.” your hands immediately fly to your hair picking and pulling at it.

He stops you with a sigh, “it's here.” He turns you head towards him and your face heads as he pulls something from your hair and flicks it from his hand. You two stare at each other, his doe eyes softening seeing your face. You look down at his lips, remembering how they felt, wishing you could just grab his neck and pull him against you.

You snap out of it hearing mindy laugh, “god they're so stupid.” You see anika smile at you as you two pull away from each other. You scoff as you move in front of the group, “don't do that again.” You begin to walk away not bothering to look if they're following you, “not even a thank you?” you don't turn back to look at him, not trusting yourself to.

–

“Your outfit looks bad.” “is that the worst you have?” His outfit doesn't look bad. Hes wearing a fucking suit of course he doesn't look bad. It was Sam's birthday so you were all going to some really nice restaurant. you turn your body fully away from him as you all wait in the lobby for the table.

“the worst thing here just so happens to be your hair.” you hear him scoff, “you love my hair.” You turn back to him with an angry look, why would he say that, it's true of course but he has no right. “i don't like your hair just as much as i don't like your face.” he shakes his head and looks away from you with an unreadable look.

“your insults are really bad today. did you wake up on the right side of the bed this morning?” he finally looks back at you and stares at your face, you think he's looking at your eyes but his eyes are turned down slightly, your lips.

Before you can say anymore the table is ready while walking there his hand brushes against yours and you immediately pull your hand away. He looks at you with a frown before he shakes his head and sits far away from you. Good, you think no it wasn't good. It sucked.

–

You're at a party anika dragged you to, you hadn't gone to one since Ethan and you split. Anika decided it was time to get you out of the house so here you were. She ignored you anytime you asked if ethan would be there which leads you to believe he is which sucks.

You stare at the empty cup in your hand and sigh as you stand up to go fill it again despite the fact you are probably way too drunk and shouldn't be drinking anymore. You finally stumble your way towards the table, you pour yourself another drink and chug it down attempting to ignore your pounding head.

“Something wrong, gorgeous?” You turn and see Mark, the same guy from a few weeks ago, You shake your head unable to answer him and wave him off. “Are you sure? you nod again, putting a hand on your head.

“c'mon i'll help you to a room upstairs.” you feel in grab you and begin to lead you towards the stairs you try to push him away but he keeps a tight firm grip.

at the bottom of the stairs you grab the railing to stop him from pulling you up when you hear a voice, “uh what's going on here?” ethan. Thank god. He has a confused look on his face as he looks between the two of you.

“Hey man, I'm just taking her upstairs to rest her head.” you shake your head and look at ethan with a desperate look and he immediately steps into action. “I'm friends with her roommate, I'll just take her back to her dorm.” Ethan moves towards you to grab you but Mark gets defensive and pulls you towards him, “she asked me to take her don't worry man.”

Ethans face hardens, “let her go.” The rest of the group had made there way over to you guys and chad stepped next to ethan. “I don't see the big deal man-” Ethan ripped you from his arms and grabbed onto you as Ethan slammed his hands into the guy's chest. “dont fucking call me man again, leave my girlfriend the fuck alone.”

“are you alright?'' You nod at Chad and watch as Ethan gets in the guy's face and says a couple more things you can't hear before he rushes back towards you and holds you in his arms.

“are you alright? god i'm sorry baby, cmon lets go.” He lifts you into his arms and carries you out, not before he and Chad exchange a few words with a nod from Chad Ethan leaves with you in his arms.

It feels nice, for a moment you forget everything that's happened between you two the last couple weeks and lay your head on his neck. you feel his grip tighten as he pulls you closer, “i got you baby dont worry.”

You close your eyes and breathe in his scent feeling relaxed you almost fall asleep. He cursed to himself and you opened your eyes again.

You notice you aren't on the way to your dorm, “where are we-” “my dorm, sorry i didn't grab the keys from anika.”

You look up at his face and he looks down at you, he's so beautiful. you notice his face turns red and his pace quickens. Had you said that outloud?

You arrive at his dorm, “I'm gonna put you down for a sec, okay?” he only moves to put you down once you nod, he places you on your feet your body leaning against his and he opens the door.

He lifts you back into his arms and walks you inside, closing the door behind him. you feel his warmth leave you when he places you on his bed.

You watch him leave, wanting to ask where's he's going but he comes back quickly with a glass of water, “drink it please” you chug down the water, not realizing how parched you actually were he takes the glass away from you still don't making eye contact, “you can sleep on the bed, i'll call anika to let her know-” you watch him try to move away from you and you whine and grabbing his arm.

“don't leave me.” you don't want him to leave, all the nights you've spent alone since breaking up with ethan flood back into your mind and your eyes water why did being drunk have to make you so emotional. “please.”

His eyes widen before he sits down into the bed, taking off his shoes and yours before lifting up the comforter and squeezing in next to you. A smile grows on your face as he finally faces you, you run a hand along his face and trace his features. “I've missed you, I'm sorry, for everything.” his eyes close at the feeling of your hands.

you keep running a hand along his cheek, “what in particular?” you want to make sure he knows what he's apologizing for, now is not the time you know that but you need to ask. “That whole night, the words I said and what I insinuated, I was drunk. That's not an excuse I know but I want you to know I didn't mean it baby I promise.”

You nod your head, feeling sleep overtake you. “If you really mean it, tell me in the morning.” you mumble as you wiggle into his arms, knowing you already forgive him. He wraps his arms around you, “of course baby I love you.”

–

You wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. You groan and put a hand on your head, you should never drink like that again. You run your hands along the face before realizing you're not in your bed, oh right. last night.

you turn over and see ethan already looking at you, now sober you feel awkward “um good morning.” he smiles at you, “good morning.” you two sit in silence for awhile with him admiring you while you try to avoid eye contact, why was this so awkward?

“So do I need to go through the whole speech again or do you remember?” he looks at you hopefully to which you nod. “never talk to me like that again.” he shakes his head, “never.” you laugh, giving into your true desires and wrapping your arms around him.

“Does this mean I'm your boyfriend again?” You pull back slightly and kiss him, “does that answer your question?”

#ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry drabble #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #scream vi #scream six #scream #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n

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nicksbestie · 3 months

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could you pleeeaaaaase do a agere!reader x johnnie? any prompt!!1 💗

awww yes!!! i loved this req ty so much <3 i hope you love it!

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warnings : vomit, descriptions of being sick

pairing : johnnie guilbert/reader (romantic)

There is nothing worse than being sick, especially when you have no idea what’s causing the pain. Johnnie hated being sick, and he hated it when others were sick, both feeling bad for them and also not wanting to catch anything from them. He wore masks 24/7 and avoided contact as much as possible, having a slight fear of illness. But when his little one was sick, that was an entirely different story. He would drop everything to take care of you, no worries in his mind at all about catching it. He saw no issue pressing kisses to your forehead, hugging you, helping you change, making you food, sleeping in the same bed with you, anything at all.

And that was just in his nature as a caregiver. When you were sick, suddenly, him getting it seemed preferable. Because a sick little is always miserable, and while Johnnie didn’t mind, he knew that you didn’t enjoy a single moment of it. And that let you both to tonight, 2:53 AM, and Johnnie was gently rubbing your back and holding your hair out of the way as you threw up.

“Daddy? Daddy! Wakes, pease! No feew good!”

Johnnie had been sleeping comfortably, arms wrapped around you, when your stomach started tossing and turning. You’d whimpered a bit, adjusted closer to him and tried to ignore it, but it continued to get worse, and now you were shaking his shoulder, desperately trying to get him to wake up. You were starting to cry, not wanting to scream at him, because yelling at Daddy isn’t allowed, (he would’ve made an exception, but you didn’t know that.), but him not being awake was causing you to panic and cry harder. Eventually, Johnnie sleepily opened his eyes, slowly coming to the realization of what you were saying and what was wrong.

“Aww, angel, what’s wrong, sweetie?”

You sniffled back a few tears, holding your stuffie so tight to your side as you tried to formulate a reply.

“No know, tummy no feew good, jus-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before the nausea that had been slowly building caused your stomach to lurch and within a few moments Johnnie’s side, your shirt, and the sheets were covered in vomit. Neither of you had a chance to react before it happened, and this of course just made you cry so much harder, being so upset that you’d made a mess all over Daddy. You didn’t even get time to sob out an apology before Johnnie spoke.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m sorry you don’t feel good, little one. Alright, angel, Daddy will go get the bath started, we’ll get you all clean, and I’ll change my clothes and the sheets.”

Unable to form words through the tears, Johnnie stripped off his shirt, (that was luckily the only piece of his clothing affected), and moved to the bathroom, reminding you not to move. He warmed it up, knowing you were feeling awful and didn’t want to be cold on top of it. Gently resting his hand on your forehead when he got back, he was happy to see you didn’t have a fever. It was probably something small, just a stomach bug, or you ate something bad without realizing. He picked you up, not even caring about the throw up touching him, and carried you to the bathroom. He didn’t stop whispering to you, comforting words, hoping it would help ease your mind, at least a little bit. He gently set you on the edge of the tub, knowing there was enough room for you to not slip and fall, even without him holding you up.

“Arms up, my love.”

You were that little that refused to wear pants. You’d be cold, so you’d take a million blankets, but no pants. So Johnnie only had to help you get your sleep shirt off, laying it out on the counter, half in the sink to take to the laundry with the sheets. He softly pulled it off of your body, making sure none of the vomit transferred from the shirt to your skin. He then ran a soft, sensory approved, washcloth under some cool water and gently wiped off your face, soothing some of your pain, and then cleaning the residue off of your chin and around your mouth, leaving a small kiss on your forehead before helping you into the tub.

He knew you were exhausted, and he could tell just how sick you felt because even with some impromptu bubbles and toys in the bath to raise your spirits, you didn’t touch anything and just sat there, leaning against the cool tub frame, trying to breathe and slow down your crying. Johnnie didn’t make you do anything, he just washed you off with the water, easily lifting you out once you were done, and wrapping you in a soft fluffy towel. He gently ran his hands up and down your sides, adjusting when he needed to dry off the rest of you. He didn’t let you get cold, dressing you quickly as soon as you were dry, hugging you afterwards and picking you up.

Johnnie had thrown the sheets, and both of your shirts into the washing machine as soon as you had gotten out of the bath, and he handed you a blanket to wrap yourself in while he remade the bed with fresh sheets, making sure there were multiple stuffed animals near the pillows for you.

But as soon as you two had gotten back in bed, you’d immediately felt nauseous again. Except, this one lasted longer than the first time, feeling nauseous but not throwing up for twenty minutes. Johnnie felt so bad for you, and you were crying again, sweating from the exertion against your body, and he was gently holding ice packs against your forehead and face.

He held your hair back every time you went to throw up again, changing out the trash bag without a blink of an eye and replacing it quickly so you didn’t throw up on anything else. He spent almost all night helping you, and he didn’t yawn or get annoyed once. He knew you needed Daddy’s comfort, and he was there for you the entire time. He gave you some medicine every now and then, but you just kept throwing it back up until the final time. It was around 6:30 AM, and you took your third dose, and Johnnie crossed his fingers that it would stay down. And it did.

There was no more throwing up, and you fell asleep curled in his arms shortly after. He was so happy when you finally fell asleep, and he soon passed out after you, keeping his arms protectively wrapped around you. Your sleep and eating schedule for the next day was an absolute mess, but he was so happy that you weren’t sick anymore that he didn’t care.

He gently reassured you when you cried before each meal, terrified of eating something bad and getting sick again, and he did the same when you would drink anything. He had checked the expiration dates for everything after you’d gotten sick, throwing out anything that was even close to its end date. He’d replaced them with fresh items, reassuring you every time that you were going to be just fine. Luckily, sleeping wasn’t a struggle to get back on track, because your body was so exhausted that you would fall asleep almost anywhere for the next day, and you would stick close to Daddy when you did so. Being sick with a stomach bug was a horrible experience, but having Daddy there to help had made it a lot easier.

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hoverboards-and-dragons · 16 days

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How does God and Lucifer’s siblings view the sins? Are his siblings jealous they have been replaced or are some of them glad that Lucifer has found others who he can be a family with?

Also, do Asmodeus and Lucifer ever indulge in bird like behavior together?

God is very pleased Lucifer has them, He intended for it and a lot of the needless cruelty of the fall was to ensure Lucifer was found, endeared and open(desperate enough) to accept the help of the demons princes.

A full power emotionally destabilized Archangel wasn't going to be quick to make friends in hell. And Yes, I am very much looking forward to unpacking God's 'Ends justify the Means' mentality and 'Father knows best' approach to making decisions that affect other people without their say.

He likes them if only cause He's less guilty for losing Lucifer's original family if he ends up with another one.

However they as individuals are very foreign, while nothing is like Him, He has an understanding of creatures that strive for His perfection. He does not know what to do with those that have no interest in His order. Especially those created outside His will.

He skittish around Fat Nuggets as He is the Sins its very amusing

He's immune to Fear of Unknown by nature of being All knowing, they aren't Other to Him - He's perfectly aware they are complex people with depth and value. Which has unlocked some other, far stranger emotional response that like a morbid intrigue.

The sins and archangels' dynamics do have some posts here and here but im always up for an excuse for a proper mindset deep dive!

Because of implicit and explicit bias his brothers think of hellborn demons as lesser, Heaven is just like that, not necessarily bad just insignificant in the wake of God's Will and Order.

They see them as pets Luci is using to fill the void they left behind, the best he can do, while they're not necessarily upset at the situation by itself...

They are absolutely affronted at Lucifer being closer and more comfortable with the sins than he is or really ever was with them.

All he does is complain about the sins and how he has to manage them! (context) They were under the impression he barely tolerated them what do you mean he finds the demons' company preferable and there's a undercurrent of unbreakable trust and unconditional love in all that taunting and banter.

His siblings aren't jealous of being replaced however they are extremely jealous of being superseded.

They also... see the sins as bringing out Lucifer's 'worst traits', (mainly, Pride) because Christianity Heaven runs on shame and repression so nothing's more terrifying to them than someone being unapologetic in themselves

It's like, the worst parts of Catholic guilt and Protestant evangelical beliefs mixed together.

He has to miserable in hell in every way because if he was even the least bit happy away from the church Heaven that would have to mean something was wrong with him... or it. They don't want to see their brother like that but they're unwilling to compromise their worldview either, for who are they without God? Who is God if He's wrong?

Lucifer is cringe(and damned) but he is free etc etc

I'm so glad that near decade I spent studying Christian dogma and culture is coming in useful, there's so much texture and potential in this family dynamic

Yes, YES!!! I have waited my whole life for someone to ask about this, Bird solidarity!! Asmodeus unfortunately doesn't have a beak (it's different from claws or fingers and not even other angels can replicate it, fuck he misses his Dad) but still mutual preenings!! Billing!! Nestling!! Headbutting!! Wing tucking!! Someone who gets it!

I think Lucifer feels way more fondness for the Ars Goetia than he has any right to just cause a lot of them are birds.

Yeah they're pompous arrogant pricks but, those are endearing quirks to him if it's birds (okay he sees these as basically pets)

Paimon is still around despite his everything because he has a beak and is one of the few Goetia to truly prioritize ass kissing over dignity or prestige and will groom him without acting like it's weird.

#I have so many thoughts i dont even know until someone asks #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hellaverse #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel god #helluva boss #helluva boss asmodeus #hazbin hotel archangels #@vrtlkm #vrtlkm

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ritcchamadayo · 1 year

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Hiiii!

love your writing! Can I request a fight and makeup with Leona! I loooove me some angst

thank you sm for sending in a request! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) sorry for the late replies, uni has me in a chokehold-

but Leona hurt and comfort lesgooooooo

Always Around

Leona Kingscholar x Reader ; You and Leona had a fight the night before, and Leona can't help but feel uneasy as he goes on with his day. Perhaps a talk with his junior could help him set his mind?

"Leona-senpai?"

Jack watches the housewarden, lying outside in the fields. He isn't even sleeping or anything, but he could tell Leona was far from happy.

"Ha? What do you want, Jack?" Jack jumped back from the sudden sharpness in his tone, and cleared his throat. "Coach Vargas was just looking for you... Practice is going to start soon."

"Start without me. Now leave."

"But, senpai-"

Leona glares and growls at Jack, giving the poor wolfboy the best glare he had. "I said SCRAM."

Jack was confused- and a little intimidated, of course. Despite Leona's bad temperament, he was never *this* bad, was he? Jack sat down next to the lying beastman, watching as Leona curled himself up on the grass. Rather than the usual prideful lion he is, Leona looks miserable. His ears are held back, his tail tucked beneath him, almost as if he was... Sad?

"Did something happen, senpai?" Jack peered over to the man trying to desperately close his eyes. Jack could hear a light snarl come from the housewarden, but stood still. "Is this about the fight with (Y/n) you had last night?"

Leona face scrunches in sadness and anger, weakly swatting away Jack's face. "None of your damn business."

"How wouldn't it be, considering (Y/n)'s angry shouting could be heard from the first floor..." Jack sighed, lying down next to Leona. "Look, I don't know what you did. But you probably should apologize or something...? I'm not sure either since I've never had a partner before though. I thought you Savanna people are all er, 'treat your partner higher than you despite your or their gender' and all."

Leona frowns. Jack had a point in which he has been taught by the Royal family to always respect and put their partners first, regardless of gender. Falena did too, and he has a loving family with a (little annoying) son too, and Falena's wife never got angry at him apart from when Falena would slack off at times. Even so, she was never as angry as (Y/n) was at him. "So, what happened?"

"I was just being a blockhead, that's what." Leona answers, letting out a huge huff.

"Leona!"

"Look, I already told you I don't want to talk about it!"

"I'm only talking about it now because I care for you!"

"Oh yeah? Well did I ask you to care for me?"

Leona groans, sitting up. "I said somethin' that I wasn't supposed to say. I got carried away." Leona still regretted that night. He regretted how you turned away from him, tears pricking your eyes as you walk towards his room's door. You wasted no time opening the door and slamming it on the way out, without giving Leona another glance.

"Then wouldn't it be better to apologize as soon as possible?"

Leona grit his teeth. "Fine, since you wouldn't get off my tail about it. Jack, you're in charge of the club for today."

"WHAT?! LEONA-SENPAI??"

The lion beastman leaped up and stood tall, walking away from the bewildered wolf. "W-what am I supposed to do...?"

----

You were lounging around in your room, still upset about the prior night. Leona's words struck you hard, and had you up all night thinking.

"...Was I being too forceful of him..?"

Sighing, you flop down on the bed. You knew it was a sensitive topic, after all. Anything that concerned the Kingscholar royal family brings a rather bitter taste for Leona, and yet you had to being yourself to care for him. Besides, dating a Prince does bring you a rather heavy weight. Your love for Leona was enough to not care about the little tidbits, focusing only on being together with Leona.

"Scuse me."

"Wh-what?"

The door opened abruptly, with Leona entering the room. The man wasted no time locating you and your bed, pouncing towards it and hugging you. He lies down on the bed, snuggling against your warm body, nuzzling his face on your thighs while his arms wrap around your waist. "Leona..?"

He still acted all haughty and arrogant as usual, but you could see a tinge of guilt in his eyes and how his ears drooped unnaturally. His tail swayed slowly, while the beastman tightened his hold on you. It's like seeing a cat apologize to you- nuzzling his head into you softly.

Part of you wanted to scowl and push him away, but another part wanted to hug him and cuddle him. You settled with playing with his hair while he hugs you, rubbing his ears softly earning a purr from him.

"...Sorry."

"For?"

"...For saying something I shouldn't have..."

You were shocked, of course. Never did you think that Leona Kingscholar could speak so softly, pleading for forgiveness, opening himself to you.

"No, Leona... I'm sorry for pushing. I don't know much about your live at the Savannah, but... I'll always be around for you." You hugged the male, burying your face in his soft locks. The two of you fell onto the bed, his limbs holding you in place while he buries his face into your chest. The two of you slowly fell into deep slumber, holding each other tight.

"No use crying over spilled milk, herbivore. Let's just forget about it for today."

"...Mm. Okay, love."

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thetriumphantpanda · 1 year

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Helloooo would like to request the song prompt for Clumsy ATL for Javier Peña please thank you 💝

An anon after my own heart - thank you so much for your request - I am only too happy to oblige.

For anyone who wants to listen to the song (IMHO one of my favourite All Time Low songs... you can find it here.)

Pairing | Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word Count | 581

Warnings | None really - some angst, some allusions to sex, and a happy ending.

This is part of my 500 followers celebration. If you want to request a 500 word Drabble, check out this post and head into my ask box. The more the merrier. And you can read the previous drabbles here.

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She’s crying and he never meant to hurt her. Never meant to make her feel this way. He’s let her down. Monumentally. He’s cursing himself for being so stupid, for allowing himself to get in so deep with her. He should have known it would happen when he started falling asleep with her instead of slipping out of her apartment when she started softly snoring next to him. He should have known it would happen when you started making breakfast in the morning, eggs and toast and a mug of steaming coffee before he went to work. He should have known when he started reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together when you went to the market together each Sunday. He was in too deep and so were you, he was panicking, he wasn’t built for commitment, not like this, with a girl like you.

It was always bound to end like this. He was bound to make a mess of things. He always did and he always would.

“I’m sorry querida, I didn’t want to upset you.” He mumbles softly, trying to reach for your hand, which you pull away from him.

“Well you did, Javier,” You sniffle, trying to pull yourself together, “You’ve broken my fucking heart.”

He wants to cry now too. He never meant for any of this to happen. He’d been clumsy, clumsy to get so attached to you, clumsy to lead you on, clumsy to think he deserved a girl like you, clumsy with your heart.

“Hermosa,” He sighs, “I’m not a good man, I can’t give you want you want, trust me, you’re better off without me.”

“But that’s not true, is it?” You retort through tears, “Because you’ve been giving me exactly what I wanted for months, it was fine to kiss me and fuck me and hold my hand at the damn farmers market until you realized you might love me too, right?” God why were you always so right when it came to him? “Now you’re scared, so you’re going to take the easy way out and just leave.”

“It’s not easy.” He tried to fight back.

“But it is, easier than staying and letting yourself be happy, you’ll just go back to being miserable and punishing yourself for something not worth punishing yourself over,” She’s stood from the bed and is looking out of the window with her back to him, “I don’t know what you’re so afraid of, I’d never break your heart like this.”

He can see your shoulders shaking with fresh tears and he can’t bear it anymore, he rises, walks behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist, relishing the feeling of you falling back against him, “I wasn’t afraid of that, hermosa, I was afraid of breaking yours.”

“Then don’t,” She pleads, resting her head against his shoulder as he places a kiss to the top of her head, “Stay and keep making me happy.”

He thinks for a moment. Would it really be that bad? To wake up next to her every morning? To cart bags of artisan cheese and bread back from the market and eat until they can’t move? To spend late nights pulling his name from her lips? Watching her writhe underneath him and beg him to never stop?

“Okay, I’ll stay.” He says softly, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to her shoulder. No, he thinks to himself, this wouldn’t be that bad at all.

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mulderscully · 2 years

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*disclaimer: i wrote this based on the leaks and am publishing it after the episode airs because i have been dying to talk about it. some stuff could have been lost or confused in translation.

something to be said about nandor confusing guillermo's boyfriend as his best friend and being jealous of that because we know nandor sees guillermo as his best friend, then him deciding he needs to turn marwa into freddie in order to be happy. maybe because he sees that guillermo was happy and thought if he duplicated it it would make him happy too, without fully grasping how many boundaries he has crossed. he has so much love for guillermo and he genuinely has no idea how to deal with it or where to place it.

he puts marwa/freddie on the trip to see the world, which was what he wanted, and what he wanted with guillermo and it's so clear how badly what he lost in that trip haunts him and i think he doesn't understand why it didn't affect guillermo the same way. why guillermo was able to find happiness with someone else while he just became more miserable. him being so emotional sending marwa/freddie away is really interesting because we know he and marwa did not have any real connection, he did not care about her. he also did not know freddie. that emotion is about nandor and his continued sense of emptiness and longing for something he cannot allow himself to admit, which is how bad he wanted that trip with guillermo and wants guillermo in general. he can't have guillermo because he can't admit this, so he wants the person closest to guillermo. he wants guillermo all for himself, but he cannot verbalize that because that means actually understanding himself and being vulnerable - and in his actions to avoid his feelings he keeps pushing guillermo further away.

i think guillermo still loves nandor, he has loved him almost half his life and that doesn't just go away - but i think that this season at the beginning was about starting to truly break the familiar/master relationship and have them be friends and equals, but as the season went on they fell back into old habits and there needed to be this final straw to make guillermo be fully fed up and set up for season five, where i am guessing nandor will actually have to do a shitton of self reflection and growth and groveling. i kinda expected that to happen this season, but it is hard to fit that into 10 23 min long episodes.

what's interesting is that, i don't feel like guillermo is distraught at losing freddie per se, he barely mentiond him all season, but more upset that nandor still doesn't respect him the way he should and that has led to the end of the one thing in 13 years that was 100% his. but i feel like guillermo's true feelings are hard gage for me because they've really had him be distant with his emotions in terms of like.... everything.

but i think it all just comes down to nandor thinking he is showing guillermo love by NOT turning him because he thinks being a vampire is a curse and guillermo thinking nandor doesn't love or respect him because he won't turn him yet still wants to keep him all to himself, not understanding that nandor feels like if he turns guillermo then guillermo will leave for good because he got all he wanted from nandor.

i don't know really think nandor's actions this season are excusable per se, esp this episide, but i do think they are understandable. not only is nandor a vampire, he is also stupid (canon) and he is also deeply mentally ill. he has made a lot of progress but the fact that he has all these hidden desires and this quest for perfection that he thinks he can reach with wishes and magic, make him backslide and hurt the one he loves most. and he is going to have to face true accountability for everything that has happened this season, which i look forward to.

i do have a very, very icky feeling about what they did to marwa. from making her a shell of a person who just likes what nandor likes to LITERALLY turning her into a white man. i always kinda thought she and freddie would run off together and fall in love, because it feels kinda fitting for nandor and guillermo's false romantic leads, but not like this.

i am giving this "ending" for her the benefit of the doubt because i don't think it's over. nandor still has two wishes and i am pretty confident marwa and freddie will return in s5. i get the sense that the s3 finale will have consequences for the rest of the show and the trip that nandermo had stolen from them will continue to plague them and their relationship as well as everyone who their relationship impacts for a while.

i understand being angry at nandor, but i genuinely find him so interesting because while he has done a lot of morally horrible things i do NOT think he had any malicious intent and i don't think he wanted to hurt anyone- but he has and he is gonna have to cope with that. he isn't beyond redemption (if you wanna think of it like that) or past winning guillermo back but i think he is gonna have a real wake up call to how selfish and hurtful he has been before any of that can happen.

#wwdits #wwdits spoilers #nandor the relentless #nandermo

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Sooooo I am very curious about your Durge and how they are built. Do they link into the lore of the earlier games? Are they a resist or accept type? Tell us more! 👀

You mean built as in "how Bhaal made him", or as in character build, or as in characterisation? Well, I'll answer them all anyway. Here's more rambling information than anyone needed about my fucked up, socially-unacceptable mess who needs therapy!

[Be aware dead doves may be present, ymmv]

Resist, technically. He woke up with a tadpole in his head and no memories, he wasn't going to trust a presence in the back of his head that kept stealing his bodily autonomy until he understood what it was. As he grew fond of his party, he began to be pushed towards doing good things and helping people to please them (and because it honestly does feel good to see people happy, even as it makes the Urge hurt him).

Of course there were a few exceptions where nobody except Astarion was looking where he was a bit pragmatic or just plain mean, because it was funny.

Then he got his memories back in Act 3 and had a full blown nervous breakdown as he realised how badly he had failed Father and his sole reason for existence by allowing himself to fall for the delusion that he was a real person. He tried to go back to just being Bhaal's evil little puppet, but it was too late and his loyalties were torn between being what his friends wanted and being what Bhaal wanted. There was another panic attack when he couldn't bring himself to kill Minsc because it would upset Jaheria, Wyll and Karlach. Still murdered a few innocent people and a celestial being behind their backs. Also every Flaming Fist in the Lower City, but that was their own fucking fault for having stupid AI. Turns out you can't have everyone you love, but luckily he got to solve this issue by letting Father kill him as punishment for his failure! He repents for his failure and his friends get to believe that he died a heroic sacrifice and move on with their lives - win-win! Except that Jergal interfered and now he has to carry around this tainted, stolen flesh he doesn't want to claim - damn you, old man.

Post-game he's living with Astarion; both having their bad days where they have time to stop and process their trauma now, and also having good days where they adventure; grow into being fully free willed individuals; hunt and kill people for fun, blood and profit where socially acceptable; and get some research done on stuff like Bhaalspawn and vampires. He'll probably be ok in, like, a decade or twenty, once he's finished coming to terms with the idea that he was genuinely miserable and terrified living under Bhaal's control and has formed his own life and a stable identity. In the meantime - abandonment issues, identity crises, issues about autonomy, paranoia about retaliation and religious guilt!

If he had failed in his duel against Orin and been condemned to lose his autonomy (and seen his friends immediately give up on him), or had he not been given death as a choice, he probably would've forsaken the party and fulfilled his original purpose in the end game. But he would've quickly killed them in their sleep first as a mercy! He's not totally heartless! He's an absolute mess.

He doesn't have much in the way of connections to the original games.

I go back and forth on how old I want him to be and haven't settled yet. I don't think he's young. Originally I had him be born in the temples before the Time of Troubles, along with the other Bhaalspawn but then it turned out that Durge's backstory is weird.

Going off of what we're told about being carved from Bhaal's dead flesh, having no birthday and being conceived beyond mortality, I'm assuming he was created from a part of Bhaal's corpse on the Astral Plane, where there was no time. Probably shortly after the end of Throne of Bhaal, in 1369 DR - maybe Bhaal was paranoid about Amelyssan and Bhaal's failure to be resurrected triggered the failsafe and initiated plan B: the Dark Urge.

Or Vel was born after 1372 DR, when Bane was reborn and Bhaal maybe felt a little insecure.

I have contemplated having my Charname meddle with his "birth" to piss Bhaal off, adding part of her own essence into the mixture. Technically it's not incest, because it's purely by magic, but it's still enough to make her sort of his mother and make it weird. Just to make the family tree even more complicated. Also technically makes him a half-human, half-hin, sun elf, quasi-deity. Nothing in this guy's life makes sense.

He's a ranger, because hey, he's a hunter - he just hunts people. He's comfortable hunting and surviving in urban or natural environments; he learned to live off the streets while being homeless after his foster family's death (and the subsequent massacre at the Ilmatari shrine that sheltered him) and learned to live off the land after fleeing into the wilds to lie low. It's also how he's familiar with poisons and venoms. He has an interest in death as part of the natural cycle, so the nature class suits him. Also likes animals, who are significantly less judgemental and more pragmatic about killing. Scavengers tend to follow him around for the corpses he leaves, and he ended up with a few rat and corvid animal companions (though Bhaal often forced him to kill them if he got too attached). It also lets me play a divine spellcaster, although I assume in his case the power is coming from his own soul rather than a patron god.

He's a divine being and an excellent killer, he knows this and it gives him self-confidence in his actions that some have described as "insufferably arrogant" or "suicidal". His go-to tactics for dealing with a problem are: Step 1) Promise death if subject does not submit Step 2) If subject does not submit; kill them Skipping to step two is also always on the table. All problems can be solved with murder.

His dump stat is intelligence, because the poor kid who ended up alone and homeless didn't have much time or resources for education. In another life he would've been a bard, he has a knack for carrying a tune and writing prose. I like to think Orin would've enjoyed art and maybe the theatre in her own alternate Bhaal-free universe, so it's an interesting parallel for them.

He takes an approximation of elven form because Bhaal decided to reverse engineer the Blessing of Corellon, using the soul of one of his elven kids as a reference, to give Vel a physical fluidity/flexibility that would be useful to his plan to breed an army of Bhaalspawn using Durge. Also works as a threat; obey, or there are other uses I have for you, and some of them will see you locked up for nine months. (Vel goes by male pronouns and presents as a cis man, but is somewhat flexible and accepts they/them pronouns. Not she/her though.)

Vel also has a million and one hang-ups about sex because of stuff like this; namely that he won't have any kind of sex that might cause pregnancy, and he used to kill the partners he begrudgingly took so that they wouldn't be able to perceive him during the act or remember him sexually. He makes a special exception for people who he's assigned an "equal" or "higher rank" over himself - they can do what they like with him and it's their right. Those exceptions would be Bhaal (Vel's body is Bhaal's body, as far as he's concerned), sort-of Gortash (except Vel didn't fully trust him and their relationship makes Bhaal irritated, so every time they had sex Vel had to leave and have a panic attack afterwards) and Astarion (who has his own hang-ups). There might have been something kind of going on with Orin, partly due to pressure for them to have "sacrificial lambs" together, but neither want to talk about it. He considered Ketheric, but Ketheric can't die and that would ruin it because Vel would be too busy trying to kill him to actually have sex.

Originally he was going to be the son of a member of the Eldreth Veluuthra, who turned to Bhaal for divine aid because the Seldarine still won't aid the terrorist organisation in committing genocide against the human race, for some strange reason. She would've raised her little abomination into be a weapon to set on them, and enjoyed the irony of humans being slain by an abomination spawned by of one of their own gods.

Since "the Dark Urge" gets you some funny looks when you use it in public, mine concedes to being called "Vel" - a name that only gets you funny looks from the minority that speak elven, because you've just introduced yourself as "dagger/knife." It's a description of him as a tool, not a person. His foster family did give him a name, but he refuses to acknowledge it because it was intended for a person who only existed in their imagination and he'll stab you if you call him by that name. He technically got the name from Gortash, who once "jokingly" referred to him as his favourite weapon one evening, enjoying the success after one of their joint plots to exploit some noble or other and advance both their goals via assassination/politicking. Vel has identity issues and complicated relationship with real Tel'Quessir, so he chose the elven word for the irony (no real elf would accept association with a Bhaalspawn, least of all this one).

Mostly he goes by no name at all. He might pick a new one, in a few decades when he's grown, healed a bit and feels secure in having his own identity.

Vel is Lawful, and alternates between Evil and Neutral depending on his mood and situation. He will fall to pieces without a purpose to structure his life around. He doesn't care if people around him are more Chaotic though, it's purely a personal code. If he takes a mercenary or assassination contract or something, he will fulfil it to the letter and make no attempts to backstab his employer or get any more than the agreed upon payment. He makes zero promises about the actions of anyone working with him, they can do what they want and it's not his problem.

He has a hierarchy in his head: Bhaal > Himself, Gortash, Astarion > Orin, the party > everyone else

His moral compass is a twisted thing that he's cobbled together out of scraps over the course of under two months, it's not very complete or useful. On the good-evil axis, he doesn't usually have second thoughts about taking actions that are evil, and he's not keen on the concept of morality as a whole; there was never any point in developing a sense for it. He never had any real say in his actions and he kind of resents people who judge him for them.

He kind of misses Sceleritas, his "great purpose" and all the power he used to wield, and he would make a fantastic Sharran.

#Forewarning of dark possibly dead dove content #I can't not write essays #I put way too much thought into my characters but it's fun #OCs #Vel #long post #edgelord hours

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In Sickness and In Health (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

Summary// While Eris has been away for a meeting with the other High Lords, you stayed behind due to not feeling well. A few days have passed and you have only gotten worse, barely able to rise out of bed, but you refuse to send word to your mate so that he wouldn’t have to come all the way back for you. However, you should know that he knows you better than yourself.

(This was an anon ask for a fluff piece of Eris! I immediately started writing as I could use all the comfort fics rn. I wrote this in an hour so I'm sorry if it's short! No warnings in this one besides the reader being sick and throwing up. Enjoy <3)

WARNINGS: None

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You could feel the start of a cold coming on the day Eris was meant to leave. It started with a slight chill that immediately caught your mate’s attention, eyebrows furrowing when he saw you bundled up in a blanket by the window.

“Are you cold?” He asked while walking over to you, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. “You feel warm, Y/N.”

“I’m fine. I think there is just a draft in here.” You replied with a smile, grabbing his hand and laying a kiss on his fingers. “Besides you’ve got other things to worry about.”

Eris rolled his eyes at your dismissal. “I am sure they would be happy without my presence. You are always my first concern.”

Your cheeks started to turn pink from his kind words. Eris always played the bad guy role for everyone else, making sure no one saw through the mask, but you were one of the few exceptions. He treated you with tenderness and love that most people would think only existed in the pages of a book.

And you thanked the Cauldron every day that he was yours and you were his.

“I promise I will be alright.” You repeated before seeing one of his men waiting outside the door. “You will be late if you continue to fuss over me, and if you are I will not hear the end of it from Feyre so go on.”

He smirked at your tone, pulling you into his strong arm and giving you one last kiss goodbye. “Try not to run into trouble while I am gone.”

As he turned to leave you felt your heart clench, wanting to reach out and pull him back into your embrace. It was always hard to see him leave, especially with the way things were going, but you knew others needed him more than you right now.

Eris gave you a smile and a silent ‘I love you’ before disappearing down the hall, the sounds of his footsteps fading into the air. The chill that had been creeping into your bones came back full force, a shudder making its way through your body.

You went to your bed and rolled to Eris’s side, burying your head in his pillow that still smelled like him as sleep started to settle in your eyes. This cold would be over with by tomorrow, all you needed to do was get some extra rest and dream of your mate.

It has been three days and the cold you thought you had turned out to be something much worse. Your healer, Emelin, was at a loss for what to do. The chill turned into a high fever, sore throat, upset stomach, and a host of other issues. Thankfully it wasn’t fatal but it was miserable.

You were certain you had lost weight, unable to eat anything without throwing it back up, while also barely being able to drink due to how sore your throat was. The sheets had to be changed multiple times due to your sweat and sickness.

Emelin begged to send word to your mate but you refused, knowing he would come straight home and miss the meeting. It was called for by Helion, an emergency that only gave everyone two days' notice. Whatever happened Eris needed to be there and you would survive this…hopefully.

She gave you different teas and brews, trying and failing to cure the sickness. After the second day, you shooed her away to go help the others who had also fallen ill, ignoring her protests. It was just something you were going to have to power through.

And now, as you lie in bed with your teeth chattering, you were beginning to doubt if you could power through this. The sun was just starting to set and was casting the room in a comforting blanket of pink and orange. It was the kind of sunset you wish Eris was here to see, the two of you reading in the study as he absentmindedly played with your fingers.

The image made tears spring to your eyes, your body curling into the blankets as you held onto his pillow. It was silly of you to cry over something so small but you truly missed him, dreaming of him every night only to wake up alone. A small part of you wished you had just given in and ask him to stay, knowing his presence would make you feel a hundred times better, but the bigger part knew that he had duties.

You might be his mate but he was High Lord of Autumn, he had a responsibility that to you always came first.

A cough rattled out of your chest that ended in a sob. It was so pathetic, letting the loneliness and sickness get to you like this, but you couldn’t stop. The light from the window started to fade as the tears ran down like tiny streams, soaking the pillow.

“Oh, my darling.” A soft voice said from above, brushing your wet hair away from your forehead. It sounded like Eris which only made things worse, knowing your mind was so far gone that it began to hallucinate.

Until two strong arms scooped you from underneath the covers and pulled you into a body that felt like home. Your head shot up, stars filling your vision as you stared at him…your mate.

“Eris?” You croaked, lower lip quivering.

His eyes were pained as he took in your appearance, his thumb wiping away your tears. “I’m here, Y/N.”

Your body was exhausted but you used all your energy to throw your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest as you let everything out. Eris crushed you against him as you cried, head resting atop of yours as your sobs turned into sniffles.

“How did you know?” You mumbled, turning your head to look up at him.

“I had a feeling.” Eris explained as he reached for the tissues. “I think you forget that I know you better than you do.”

You grabbed a few and wiped your eyes and nose, bunching them up and throwing them into the trash. He helped you sit up and rubbed your back as another cough worked up your throat.

“I didn’t want you to miss the meeting, it was important.” You said softly while fiddling with your fingers. “I didn’t know it would get this bad.”

He shook his head and scooped you up again, carrying you to the bathroom and turning on the bath. “As fate would have it, Rhysand was telling me about a sickness that had recently plagued his court. I sent word to Emelin but she was mysteriously quiet.”

A sheepish smile made its way across your lips as you let him undress you, the shivers causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. “You had more important things, I was okay-”

Eris softly grasped your chin and made you look at him, eyes serious. “Y/N. You are the most important thing to me. Without you, I am lost. You will always, always, come before anything or anyone. Do you understand?”

You could see the sincerity in his stare, and feel his words wrapping around your soul like your favorite shirt. A small sniffle and nod was your only reply but he was happy with it, kissing your forehead before turning off the water.

“Come now, let me take care of you.”

#eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #eris acotar #eris x reader #eris x reader acotar #acotar #acomaf #acosf #acowar #acofas #fluff

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