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#they decide to travel together but obviously they don't get along at all at the start

minarinnn · 5 months

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“make you feel good”

luke castellan x reader

content/trigger warning: smut, afab! reader, oral (r! recieving), fingering, established relationship

you giggled into the kiss, feeling luke’s hands slip inside your shirt and lay on your bare hips. you could feel him smiling against you, like he always did. the two of you would often meet in the woods to make out hang out peacefully.

you sat on his lap and everything was as usual, though you noticed a sudden change in luke. the fluffy and soft kiss had become sloppy, more passionate and almost desperate. your breath hitched when you felt his hands traveling upwards under your shirt, and given that you’ve never done anything like this before— you stop him. panting as you looked at him like a deer in headlights.

“what’s wrong?” he pants out softly, his hands had found their way back to your hips and his thumb began caressing your soft skin. “nothing i just..” you tried to find the right words to say, all while thinking about what you *actually wanted to say. it’s not like you don��t want to have sex with him, you’ve just never done it before, so it obviously scared you a bit.

“you just what? what’s on your mind?” his tone was always so soft and caring. so even though it embarrassed the fuck out of you, you spoke “are we going further? i’ve never gone farther. not that i don’t want to, it’s just i never have so, y’know, scary”. you bit the inside of your cheek, awaiting his response. his brows were slightly furrowed and for a moment you thought you had read the situation all wrong.

“fuck.. is that not what was happening? i-i’m sorry i didn’t mean to-“ you stopped talking once you felt him pull you down onto him, that’s when you felt it poking up at you. how the hell did you not notice it before??. “we don’t have to if-“ “i want to” his eyes widen slightly at your quick response, eyebrows raising at you, almost in disbelief. he then chuckles. “how ‘bout i make you feel good and you can just worry ‘bout me another time?” he offered, voice low and seductive.

you’re eyebrows knitted together. what did he mean by that? he slowly laid you down on your back, pressing soft and gentle kisses along your face, gradually going lower and lower. it wasn’t until his hands began to fumble with the button of your pants that you began to understand the situation. you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest with every move he made.

he slid your your shorts down along with your panties, the cool night air brushing along the insides of your thighs making you shiver. his hands gently parted your legs open, a sudden wave of embarrassment washing over you as you watched how intently he looked at your cunt. you turn to look away, the back of your hand resting against your lips.

you could feel his face getting closer, his breath tickling the insides of your thighs. you shut your eyes in anticipation, waiting for him to start. you felt one of his hands caress your thigh, finally deciding to look at him. he laid flat on his stomach, elbow propping him up while his hands rested on the outer sides of your thighs. “you okay?” he asked, you could tell that he wanted to be patient and caring for your sake. you nod, arousal controlling your every movement from the moment you looked into his dazzling brown eyes

he chuckled softly, head finally digging down into you. you gasp when his tongue presses against your cunt, swiping slowly through your folds. “fuck, that feels good" you voiced out, closing your eyes shut. "don't praise me or i might not be able to control myself" luke chuckled. you could feel his breath unintentionally teasing you.

up and down, left and right. he was making sure to make you feel good— better than anyone could ever make you feel. he retracted a hand from your thigh, inserting two fingers into you. "ah fuckkk" you moaned out. but luke wasn’t planning on stopping there. he began to pump his digits into you at a fast pace. you pulled on his hair subconsciously. the pleasure you were feeling in that moment was sending you into another dimension, your eyes rolling back and you could barely think about nothing except how good he was making you feel. feeling his wet muscle work away at your folds while his fingers were knuckle deep, curling up inside you. it was pure bliss.

his cock is twitching and the desire to make you cum from his tongue alone is driving him insane. luke looked up at you, your eyes were already on his but your brows were knitted together and you were biting your lower lip to minimize your sounds. you’re just too cute. he smirked, devouring you even harder. his fingers making scissor motions inside of you. your eyes rolled back and your back arched. you could taste the blood from how hard you had been biting your lip.

you could feel a strange knot in your stomach. unsure of what this feeling was, you tried to push luke off you but he wouldn’t budge. his tongue deep within your cunt. swiping, licking and lapping up everything, in hopes to make you have a pleasurable orgasm

“luuuke” you muffled out, in hopes of warning him in some type of way of the weird feeling in your stomach. his other hands softly caressed your thigh and he emitted a soft hum that made that knot in your stomach break, but luke didn't stop. he kept licking your folds, causing some slight overstimulation. "aghh fuck- wait.. mmghm.. luuuke" you moaned out, whining the man's name. he just chuckled "calm down, i was just cleaning you". you say nothing, playfully glaring at him while you catch your breath. "you taste good" he grinned "kind of addicting". your breathing was heavy and you could feel heat creeping up to your face

your hands cover your face in embarrassment, feeling him move to the side and sit next to you, his hand softly playing with your hair. and that's when it hit you. "what about you?" you asked, turning your head to look at him. he let out a faint laugh, looking at you with eyes that held pure sweetness, no lust behind them at all. "i'm good, just glad i could please you"

#luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader smut #luke x reader #luke castellan smut #pjo luke castellan #luke smut #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #pjo x you #pjo x reader #pjo smut #pjo #pjo series #charlie bushnell

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galesdevoteewife · 5 months

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Gale may not be so typical squishy wizard/scholar?

-My Galeology study note-

Looking at his character sheet in the Deluxe pack gets me thinking, maybe our wizard is not exactly designed to be the typical squishy one...?

[Act2 spoiler warning]

2 things caught my eyes:

1) Great physical fitness, and good reflexes. (For your reference, Gale & Wyll are the two companions who have the highest Con: 15. I put everyone's sheets at the bottom of the post.)

His Con and Dex are... very high?? I mean, higher than Karlach and Lae'zel...????

Note 1: I suspect it could have something to do with his background as Mystra's chosen, as they are somewhat "transformed" when they agree to become the goddess's chosen. A topic for another day since I haven't quite figured it out yet, for anyone who is interested there's a chapter about it in The Seven Sisters. Also, I have little clues on how much chosen lore credit Larian was taking into account while designing him, or how Mystra's "taking back the given ability" works. Note 2: Again, Mystra's chosen are often sent on missions that involve a lot of traveling according to Elminster's series. Mystra also mentioned that Gale and she used to have adventures together, which leads to an assumption: despite his preference he might be traveling quite a lot until he was cast aside and quarantined himself in his tower. Might be the type of scholar who is very keen on field studies?

Note 3: Can someone undress Elminster to exam my theory please??xD Neh won't work I think all human might share same body model in game

Come to think of it, there was a party banter between Karlach & Gale that went like :

Karlach: Whoa! Almost slipped there. Gale: You wouldn't be the first, I'd wager. It's been some time since these walkways felt the carpenter's hammer. Karlach: You gonna catch me if I eat a brick? Gale: With my reflexes? I'd catch you before you so much as stubbed a toe.

At first I thought that was a sarcastic joke but, seems like it wasn't? Also this:

Karlach: Ready to enter the belly of the beast? Gale: It's the stairs I'm dreading. I shall close my eyes, and pretend I'm climbing my own, far superior tower in Waterdeep. Karlach: In that case, welcome home.

...So it seems when I pictured him as a homebody, I should reimagine the concept of home... His has...lots of stairs? Just walking around in the tower could be counted as a workout, sort of thing? Note: I don't think the place he shows in the Act 2 cutscene is his tower. Otherwise, aren't these neighbors pretty much doomed?

2) Not THAT smart. Well, I love him, so I will speak in his defence: [1] He has a warm(s) digging holes in his brain. [2] Poisonous magical bile running in his blood. Maybe he's just not at his best, makes sense, eh? Wyll mentioned he is nerfed after tadpole too. After all, this man obviously memorized a DICTIONARY:

Gale: You promised to stay in Waterdeep. 'Promise,' verb, meaning to swear something will or will not be done. Tara the Tressym: And I decided 'will not'. And a good thing, too. You look like you haven't had a good meal in days

Player: When I said we could be more than friends, you answered 'perhaps'. What does that really mean? Gale: If I recall correctly, the Waterdhavian Dictionary of the Common Tongue of Faerûn defines it as an adverb that conveys the meaning of 'it may be that', or 'possibly'. Gale: Sorry, sometimes I just can't help being quite insufferable. In seriousness, I'm glad you asked that question.

Along with a bunch of you-may-never-need information:

Everything about ceremorphosis? Myconid? Why in the world have him read about Cazador??? And how can he not know the distance between Waterdeep & Baldur's Gate, even Karlach ―who spent a decade, which is likely half of her life in hell― knows better geography than him. Gale either totally ignored the subject or portaled everywhere; distance meant nothing to him?? Uh, but you can't take party banters too seriously; it's buggy. How could a bug bit Karlach in the swamp? It should've been burned into ashes before it even reached her, no?

Anyway, just rambling some thoughts <3 I would have gone to Harvard if there was a major in Gale...

-DISCLAIMER- Brought to you by a brainrot wife, Galerian missionary. Be warned the article might has (strong) bias because the writer is braindead and she thinks Gale is the most awesome character in the world.

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devilish-yuki · 1 year

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Since the Obey Me brothers are so attached to their MC and every single one of them have a animal form, why not turn into that animal and sneak out MC when they're at their school / work?

Mammon

That man has it easy, since he can turn into a crow that couldn't suppose any big danger since he can fly and more. Mammon could easily come through your classroom window one day, scaring everyone away in the process, and bring you whatever silly thing he got along the way. Did you know that crows, like parrots, can imitate human sounds? Well now you know Mammon even as a crow would speak to you.

— Look human! I found Lucifer's credit card, let's hang out after ya class / shift!

— Mammon, get the hell out of here.

The rest of the day he refuses to leave and remains either on your head or on your shoulder, occasionally asking for cuddles.

Leviathan

Now, now, Levi has things a little more complicated, since he's a snake so the only way for him to visit you in his animal form would be to travel through the water pipes to get to you, so imagine one day you minding your own business and hearing a terrified scream followed by another scream saying "A snake!"... What are the chances that a snake will enter the building? In any case, you know without proof or doubt that it's Levi.

— Don't hurt him! He's my... pet? Yes!

To avoid problems with your class / workmates, you decide to just apologize and get as far away as you can just to "scold" Levi for appearing like that out of nowhere, his answer? Get inside your clothes and spend all day with you hissing and moving when he's uncomfortable.

Satan

Yeah no, there's no way he's going to turn into a freaking unicorn, so he very wisely decides to be a cat! Of course! Very agilely he manages to follow you from home to your school / work without being discovered, he even successfully infiltrates inside the establishment! You only realize his preference when you hear many people try to call him saying "kitty!", then you turn around and as if it were a beautiful movie like reunion, Satan runs towards you and jumps on you only for you to catch him and start to purr.

— MC! I didn't know you had a cat!

— Me neither...

— What?

Satan is a micro celebrity around your class / workmates, everyone takes pictures of him and petting him... obviously failing in this, he is a surly cat that only allows and demands that you pet him and give him your full attention.

Asmodeus

Another one that wouldn't turn into his designated animal is obviously Asmo because "scorpions aren't cute enough" so what does he choose? Simple, a cute lop-eared bunny. Unlike the others, he tells you that he will go with you and gives you a nice bag to carry him in it.

— Your bunny is such a cutie! I love him.

— Sure, just... don't look at him in his eyes for too long... I don't want you to get charmed.

Unlike Satan, Asmo does enjoy the attention he receives and even, in his bunny way, asks you to change his clothes and does tricks! So all day he tries to get everyone's attention and when your teacher / supervisor tries to reprimand you for having him, he just charms them.

Beelzebub & Belphegor

Beel is a fly and Belphie is a cow and, although naturally they could be together in their animal form, I don't think it would be very convenient to take a sleepy cow and a hungry fly with you, so they are both a pair of cute ferrets. The way to get to you is by getting inside your backpack without you noticing, you discover them when you go to look for a snack to eat and you realize that there are only 2 furballs in the pocket, one sleeping and the other eating what was left of the snack.

— Awww Beel! That was my snack!

— Eek!

— Come here you both.

The rest of the day they spend in your pockets and table sleeping together or playing with each other, from time to time Beel will ask you for food nibbling your finger so get ready to spend money.

Lucifer

Lucifer doesn't care sneaking into your school work in his human form so why would he be using his animal form? ... I don't know, the planets aligned or something, besides, the only reason he would meddle in your day would be because his brothers are doing something with you that he does not particularly like. Don't be surprised if you're with one of the brothers (pets) and out of nowhere a black peacock shows up ready to attack.

— MC is that... a peacock !?

— No.... that's the devil himself.

Luci would not stay the whole day with you because he's a very busy man, but if you ask him, he could open his train (tail) to impress your class / workmates. At the end of the day, as always, he will pick you up in his human form and by car, he hates it when you go home alone.

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cheriladycl01 · 3 months

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Baby It's Cold Outside - Carlos Sainz x BulgarianOlympicSkiing! Reader

Plot: You take your new husband skiing with your friends Alexandra and Charles.

Credit to bjeanesthings for the GIF

"How do you do this as normal training baby! I can barley do it two winter breaks in a row!" Carlos shivers looking around as you strap your gloves on.

"Come on! I want to get to the big slopes early so I can practice! Then we can have fun with Charles and Alex!" you smile at your husband as you pull your snow boots on that were at the edge of the cabin.

"But Alex and Charles get a lay-in why don't i?" he complains pouting at you and giving you the puppy eyes.

"Because you decided to marry me, and that doesn't lead to lay-in's on a Ski holiday!" you giggle.

"Okay, but over the summer you are coming with me to Mallorca and we are having lots of cuddles and lay-in's and walks along the beach and lots of morning sex!" he grins cheekily making you slap his chest.

"Okay, well lets go Skapi!" you smile taking his hand.

You guys headed first to the large slopes where you could go down and practice for the Olympics that were to be held in Milan in 2026. You practiced for around an hour, going at high speed and cleaning up your turns and corners.

Then Carlos decided it was time to head back to the log cabin you guys were sharing with Alex and Charles and ask them if they wanted to join you for lunch. You took a leisurely ski through the wooded ski area that was just a general skiing area rather than the specific slopes used.

He reached out for you, holding your hand as you both used one pole to change your directions as needed.

"It's a really nice day today!" you say after pulling down the bandana you had wrapped around your mouth currently. Usually you'd wear a full balaclava but where you were skiing with friends you wanted to be able to talk to them without shouting.

"Yes, the sun is bright!" he says looking around the white snow that if you both took the skii masks off you'd for sure be blinded by the dazzling white expanse.

"Mmm, so how do you feel about the rest of the year?" you carefully ask your husband. You had tiptoed around the subject of him having to leave Ferrari. He understood why they'd jump at the opportunity to take on a 7x World Championship when this year they had a car that was consistent and contending with the Red Bull, that didn't mean it didn't hurt though. You'd only found out a few days ago from Charles himself.

He'd found a true friendship in Charles and Alex, just like he had done with Lando. It didn't mean he would no longer see Charles but they were arguably one of the best pairing on the grid when it came to team-work and wins.

"Well, Audi have said they'd like to take me on in 2026, but that would mean a year out. Red Bull have also spoke to me about removing Checo, but I want a championship and with Max as Red Bull golden boy I don't think it would be feasible. Then obviously there's Mercedes but their car was so bad this year, so it really depends!"

"Well, whatever happens you know you'll have me right?" you say, slowly coming to a halt and pull him into a hug.

"I don't know what the best decision is, but I'm just going to try perform my best this season with Ferrari!" he offers and you nod, pulling him in.

"If you do go with Audi and have an off season in 2025 that means we'll have the whole year together!" he smiles at what you just said.

"Mmmm maybe we can travel without the stress of me racing each time!" he grins pulling you in and kissing you, your masks clashing together making you both laugh.

You walk back in to the cabin to find Alex and Charles cuddles up on the sofa under a fluffy blanket.

"Hey guys, want to go get some lunch?" you ask looking around.

"How on earth do you survive with it this cold!" Alex shivers looking at the snow that falls off yours and Carlos' boots as you slip them off.

"You are all from warmer regions. Mediterranean people" you sigh with a small laugh.

"Sorry we aren't Slavic or Balkan like you and can hold up in your insanely cold winters, I'm guessing that's how you got into skiing?" Charles chuckles.

"Yeah, my dad would take me up the mountains each winter and go skiing! It's how I got into it competitively!" you smile, remembering all the memories from when you were younger.

"It's amazing what you've achieved not only for yourself but your country!" Alex smiles.

"Thank you guys! Going for Gold in 2026 though! You guys will come support me right?" you ask, already planning to give them VIP seats where they could watch from.

"Of course!" they all reply while Carlos comes behind you and picks you up throwing you over his shoulder and launching you onto the part of the sofa next to Charles.

"Carlos be careful" you laugh at him, holding one hand on your chest and another around his neck.

"Just an hour of chilling? Then we'll do lunch and more skiing?" he asks using those big brown eyes off his.

"Alright fine" you smile, pulling him in for a hug as you tune into the show Alex and Charles had on.

You could 100% get used to this life.

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y/user: Holiday with Ferrari Family! Forza Ferrari <3 also Charles stole my phone :<

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scuderiaferrari: We love our Core 4! Happy Holidays!

carlossainz55: mi amor you showed us all up, don't recommend a Ski Holiday with a Silver Medalists!

-> fan1: I was at the slopes and saw her helping Alexandra, was the cutest

-> fan2: not mans complaining about his literal wife's achievements!

formulasantander: Alex and Y/N repping the red! We love to see it!

charles_leclerc: I look good no?

-> y/user: no lol, jk don't cancel me

alexandrasaintmleux: love you my best friend! <3 thank you for the ski lessons.

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musings-ofthe-unamused · 8 months

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JuJutsu Kaisen Headcanons: Getting Heated

Warnings: NSFW, suggestive, Gojo

A/N: Ok surprise I said I would only do Genshin and COD headcanons but I decided to do JJK as well since I'm in my JJK brainrot era too

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: 18+ ONLY!! MDNI!!! :･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

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Gojo:

I feel like he's the type to beg

You two are making out on bed

You're almost pulled into his lap

He starts to get handsy and kisses right below your ear

"Baby, I want more. Can we do it? Please?"

His voice is so breathy and he's practically whining

“C’mon, baby.” Gojo breathed, his tongue running up the length of your neck. “Just let me-"

“Gojo-"

It wasn't easy to ignore him. His tongue, his lips, his whimpering. It sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but lean into him. He let out a small whimper that was almost too quiet to hear. “Let me taste you. Please.”

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Geto:

He can’t help it

He loves how you feel, sitting on his lap as he lounges back and has meaningless conversations with you

You’re just so cute and so… talkative

He wants to shut you up. Be more productive

His hand slowly travels up your thigh

He starts placing kisses along your neck

And you just keep talking

Geto's hand reached up, wrapping around your neck. He pulled you gently backwards until your back hit his chest. “Stop talking.”

His free hand traveled up your shirt, his fingers squeezing and kneading your soft skin. You stuttered as you tried to keep focus. It was no use. He had you wrapped around his finger.

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Nanami:

Yes, we all have the same idea in mind

Nanami coming home from a hard day and looking for stress relief

His perfect little partner is right there, excited to welcome their man home

You can see the look in his eyes

How hungry he is

So you obviously do your best to get rid of his stress

Nanami let out a breath as your hands traveled down his bare chest. Your lips pressed against his smooth skin. You could feel his heartbeat, how his breath hitched with every movement. You loved making him like this.

"You're so good to me, precious." He murmured. He ran his hands through your hair. "You just love treating me, don't you?"

You hummed happily. Your hands made it to the buttons of his pants. "You know I only aim to please."

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Choso:

I bet he's surprisingly shy

The type to try and initiate stuff, but he doesn't know how

Choso always has a telltale sign: tugging on your sleeve

It's kinda gap moe and totally cute

You'll just be cuddling together and suddenly you feel a little tug

You shifted as Choso tugged on your sleeve, pulling you closer to him. Your eyes stayed glued to the TV, but your hands slowly wandered over to him. You could feel him let out a breath as he leaned closer. He whispered your name.

"Baby…" You looked over at him and smirked. "What do you need?"

"You."

"Come here."

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Toji:

This man is horny

Like, endless stamina

Hungry, hungry man

It doesn't matter where you are

He's trying to feel you up even in the aisle of the grocery store

Please spray him in the face

"Toji, touch my ass one more time and-"

"And you'll let me hit it?"

You smacked his arm. "Don't be vulgar!"

He laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist as you pushed the shopping cart down the frozen food aisle. You so wished that a gun was pressing against your lower back and not him. Toji smirked as you tensed up. He kissed your neck.

"Just a quickie."

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Sukuna:

deep breath

AAAAAAAAAAA

He doesn't ask for it

He demands it

I'm talking Heian era Sukuna

Grabbing you, tearing your clothes

Ruthless

"Look at you." Sukuna's voice was deep, making your whole body vibrate. "Already so eager for me."

You tried looking away. He wasn't having it. With a firm grip on your chin, he forced your gaze back to him. His other hands were busy trying to expose every single part of you.

"Don't look away. You're mine, remember? Keep your eyes on me."

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Shiu Kong:

I have a thing for him

He seems pathetic but also really confident

You'll be sitting next to him in a bar

His hand is on your thigh

Going higher… higher… and suddenly

You're in the bar bathroom

"C'mon, doll. Be good for me." He whispered, smoke grazing your ear after he took a puff of his cigarette.

You were bent over the bathroom sink. His hands were unbuttoning your shirt. They were slightly shaky as if he was desperate to have you. You push your hips back into him and he let out a groan.

"Cheeky little thing, hm?"

(I can't find a gif for naoya sorr)

Naoya:

Don't judge me

I saw really hot fanart of him and something snapped

We all have our moments

Anyway, I feel like he's a tease

He'll make you work for it

Work for him

And then he'll finally give you what you want

Naoya smirked down at you. You looked so cute, so pathetic trying to fumble with his belt. Just one simple kiss after he got home from a trip and you're already on your knees, just begging to please him. He loved it.

"Look at how needy you are. Do you really want me that bad?"

You nodded. You couldn't even speak. Your eyes lit up as you finally undo his belt.

He chuckled. "Go ahead. Please me."

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httpsbearily · 17 days

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18+ request! :)

HI AGAIN, SO UM, NEW THOUGHT OF BRYON

Reader as Merlin, and basically, the whole Dark Forest gang (Lyca, Eironn, Lorsan, and Bryon ofc) are having drinks. Lorsan gets a lil bit toooo affectionate to reader for Bryon, and plus he's starting to get annoyed of Lorsan being a yapper.

And so, Bryon just ends up deciding to fuck reader in the mirror, but he has his blindfold off just bc he wants reader to look at him in the eyes <3

☆*: Reflection

[Tags]: smut | bryon x reader | GN Merlin!reader

Minors Do Not Interact

[Author’s Note]: anon you mf--affectionately--you're so real for this holy shit. so real. Obviously I had to stop everything because I have sm to say about this; School is temporary but Bryon is forever. arches back.

Edit: this took longer than expected im so sorry anon, wuthering waves came out and I may have spent too much time on it already…btw this isn’t proofread so I’m sorry for any grammar/spelling errors

As the sun glimmered off the horizon, illuminating the world around you a pinkish-orange hue and the sounds of your friends filling the warm atmosphere, you couldn't remember when you'd last felt so serene. It been a while since you had had the opportunity to reunite with all the friends you had made during your time in the Dark Forest; What felt like yesterday was, in reality, already a year ago. Since it's saving, all who were currently present had gone their own way in continuation of playing their role of supporting the forest.

Lyca, who had been officiated as a leader of the forest by Eironn himself, could not say it'd been easy but, still, held no regrets even during the most overwhelming of times. Eironn, who had continued his journey to seek betterment of his swordsmanship, had only returned to celebrate the anniversary of the group's success but carried the most sentiment of you all. Lorsan of course was also in attendance, pausing his travels to return to his home with more than a million stories. And Bryon, who had remained the same throughout the passing time, but reconvening with the gang with more passion…so to say.

As the great magister, you couldn't deny that you had your own fair share of reminiscencing to give the group. The sentimental feeling could be felt in each person, and it showed in the way you all enthusiastically interacted with each other. Sitting together around a circular table situated just outside the wood-built eatery, the five of you conversed enthusiastically--even your hamster familiars had partook in the joyful reunion before falling asleep a few feet away in a pile of leaves. You didn't blame them, the three of you had traveled here all the way from Holistone after needing to meet with General Hogan and his top knight Valen. Although a little tired yourself, you didn't restrain yourself to not accepting the drinks offered up by a waitress.

"--And then, as if I were some mouse instead of rabbit, they told me they me 'rodents weren't allowed'! Could you believe the nerve?! I almost used my skill to summon a gust of wind and blow them off the bridge!" Lorsan exclaimed, holding onto his ears in exasperation as he recounted an event from his wandering. You chuckled at his words, looking towards Eironn as he spoke: "Wait...You mean to tell me you've been a rabbit this whole time? Oh. I was so certain you were some type of chinchilla."

Lorsan made a noise of betrayal, lowering his hands into fists on the table as he leaned forward to the elf across. "Eironn, of all the people here, I never expected you to treat me like this!"

But Eironn only hid his smile behind his cup of tea. The bunny turned towards you, who sat to his left, and pouted, "magister, you don't think I'm a rodent, right?"

You played along with the eldest wilder, retuning a confused, wide-eyed look to the windwhisperer, "I thought so too...Bryon is always calling you a pest, so I assumed..."

At the mention of his name, everyone turned to look at him, including you. You bit back a smile, wanting to laugh especially when Lorsan had called out to the older man in complaint. Bryon remained his normal, calm self, not even flinching as he lifted the teapot to refill his teacup; "I have never, nor will I ever, tell you a lie."

You laughed loudly, not able to hold it back when Lorsan gave a downright confounded look to the older windwhisperer sat on the other side of you. Even Eironn and Lyca snickered in their seats, not offering any defense for the youngest of the group. Slightly inhibited by the alcohol running through your body, you raised a hand to ruffle Lorsan's hair between his ears good-heartedly. The bunny crossed his arms over his chest with the turn of his head so that your hand would fall away; "Don't condescend me! Perhaps I was better of on my own enjoying the world around me. I won't miss you, really!"

"Your promises are fallible," Lyca responded, teasingly deadpan, "You would be the first one crawling back when you miss us."

"Hmph. As if. And even if that were so, then I would really only come back for the magister. The rest of you have been a bad influence so I don't fault them for their behavior and know that in their heart there is kindness! Isn't that right, magister Merlin?!"

You only hummed with a smile, which was all the bunny needed to continue his debate. His tendency to run behind you when the others bullied him with their teasing was nothing new to you, and after so much time witnessing it, you had even grown to view the youngest wilder as your little sibling. Although, it couldn't be said that the perspective was shared by all the others.

To your right, Bryon silently drank his tea with not even a crack in his demeanor. All throughout the evening the antics had been like this; You had refused any more drinks after your second so as to not become inebriated, but Lorsan continued which resulted in him becoming even more emotionally involved with the group. He picked battles with everyone at the table just for fun it felt and had taken to scooting closer to you so he could whisper [read as: yell] into your ear little comments about all the others during his squabbling as if you were on his side. You weren't, you were just here for the show which is why you never pushed him away but instead leaned in, highly entertained.

"If you ask me, Bryon could do to take some of our advice. Walking around barefoot like that has to be a kind of fashion statement," Lorsan snickered to you with a hand cupping his mouth to speak in your ear.

"Lorsan, all of us are barefoot. Even you," Lyca countered.

"I don’t count, and neither do you. If you haven’t noticed, our feet aren’t exactly like theirs. Eironn and magister Merlin wear boots. Bryon, doesn’t it hurt to walk around like that?”

“I feel quite fine,” Bryon responded.

Lorsan huffed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “You must now. I don’t think I have never not seen your toes.”

Bryon stood suddenly, “I’ll be heading in for the night”. Stepping around his stool and pushing it in after himself, he regarded the older two wilders with a nod.

“Alright. It is getting late, we’ll be heading back ourselves shortly,” Eironn said, but at the same time, Lorsan made a noise of protest. The bunny wrapped both arms around your shoulders, hugging onto you from the side; “Nooo! We just got here! I’m not even tired, look, even the magister is still wide-eyed!”

You pat the little brother wilder on his back soothingly to calm his drunken theatrics. Bryon, however, did not appear impressed by the display, and with a twitching ear held out his hand to you.

“Dearest,” he called curtly, “would you accompany me to the room?”

His tone drew your attention—to many others, he would appear normal, acting with his usual reserved speech, but you caught the subtle annoyance laced in his words. Surprised by his mood, you accepted his hand and moved to stand, but Lorsan protested again loudly at your side.

“Magister, don’t leave me! They’re going to bully me again! I’m more fun than that old bird brain,” he protested with an accusing finger pointed at Bryon.

You laughed lightly, once again patting between his ears, saying, “Sorry, Lorsan. I’m a little tired as well. We can continue our celebration tomorrow.”

Bidding the other two a good night as well, you were led away by your partner. Once the two of you were a good distance away, you inquired about his mood; “Is something bothering you, Bryon?”

He didn’t spare a glance at you even as he hummed in discontent. Confused, you tilted your head to think about everything that transpired…was he mad about Lorsan teasing his bare feet? The thought made you chuckle, something that caught the man’s attention.

“What are you laughing about?” He asked you.

“Just about what Lorsan was saying. He really is quite the character,” you mused, linking your arm with his so that you could walk closer to him while leaning your head on his shoulder.

“If there are boundaries then he is the last person to find them”. There it was again, the agitation weaved in his voice. What exactly had sparked that irritation in him? He hadn’t responded when you asked him about it…does that mean it’d been something you’d done?! Concern leaked into your mind as you relived every moment that had lead up to where you were now. To your misfortune, however, you didn’t have much time to reflect because the two of you had reached the room you stayed at. Bryon took care of opening the door, letting you walk in before closing it behind the two of you.

Already adjusted to the night light you made your way to your closet to hang the accessory clothing you wore without bothering to turn the lights on. Thoughts on how to get your windwhisperer to open up to you filtered through your mind, distracting you to the way the person in your thoughts locked your door and closed your blinds before coming up behind you. You were in the middle of removing a hair ornament when Bryon gently grabbed your wrists in his hands, pulling them down to cross behind your back. A questioning look made your expression.

“Bryon…?” You asked, turning your head to the side to watch the other. But he offered no words of explanation, only leaning forward until his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. The warmth of his soft breaths made a shiver run down your spine.

“What’s wrong?” Bryon finally whispered, “Do you feel uncomfortable with me so close?”

His words tickled were spoken directly into your ear and his honey smooth voice murmuring so close filled you with something you couldn’t describe; You only pushed down the feeling to focus on the situation at hand. With a shake of your head, you responded, “No, it’s not that—”

“Good.” Bryon interrupted, “Because it didn’t seem like much a problem when Lorsan behaved the same.”

That statement caught you by surprise; Perking up, you attempted to turn around to face him only for Bryon’s hands to tighten around your wrists, keeping you in place.

“Is that what has you grumpy?” You asked incredulously, “Why, you know more than any of us how affectionate he is—much more so when he’s drunk.”

“Too much so,” Bryon corrected, “I’ve found that there is something more grating than his ceaseless prattling…”

He pressed a soft kiss to your ear—an action that you had not realized at the time to be falsely calming. A small smile formed on your face as you listened to his words, understanding him to be sulking. The last time you had seen him this way was quite some time ago when Elona had taken to playing with your hamster familiars instead of accompanying him in his free time. That novelty had not lasted long, however, when eventually Chippy had gotten a little too frightened by the bird’s play hunting and called the quits in hanging out with her. Bryon had assumed an air of attached indifference when the bird returned to him, but you could see the hidden smile on his lips as he stroked her feathers. The memory made you want to laugh a little, but that urge was quickly replaced by breathlessness when the wilder spoke the end of his sentence with a pitch deeper tone: “Him touching you like you are his.”

Saying that, he moved his kiss to press it behind your ear before moving down to plant another near the hinge of your jaw just below your ear. You sighed at the feeling; “I don’t think he meant any harm. He’s just full of emotions.”

“Even so, that does not discredit what I say. Being near to you, touching you like this, is a privilege that only I have. He could never do so, even if he dreamt it, do you agree?”

His words were spoken against your skin, heating the expanse of his trailing kisses. The grip on your wrists never waned, even when he used only one hand to hold them together while his other lifted to caress your neck.

“Even if he could, that doesn’t mean I would let him. He’s nothing if not my family—like a little brother,” you said back, not really sure why you were defending the rabbit when there was nothing to defend. You knew there were no intentions behind Lorsan’s behavior tonight, and his overly affectionate tendencies were only heightened with alcohol.

“Oh? Is that so? You think he could make you feel the way I do? Hold you like this—kiss you, like this?” To show his question, Bryon moved his hand from your neck to your chin to turn it towards him so that he could kiss you deeply. Already one to be weak to the windwhisperer, you folded quite quickly but held yourself in check to see where it got you. The angle made the kiss messier than normal causing your breath to be lost to you more quickly as you put effort into returning Bryon’s kiss and holding your head to the side. Deep interest drenched the kiss as Bryon licked your lips in askance to be let in; Of course you had no obligations, letting his tongue massage against yours.

The atmosphere heat up fast with the kiss alone leaving you gasping for breath after only a couple of minutes like this. When he finally broke the kiss, you had a light flush on your face from the lack of air. If Bryon was affected by the kiss he didn’t show it because his next actions found him replacing his tongue with two fingers so that his kiss could linger down along your jaw.

“Do you think he thought of you like this when he was whispering in your ear? How you look flustered and out of breath?” Bryon prodded your tongue with his fingers in instruction for you to close your lips around them, so you did. You sucked lightly, moving your tongue around them as Bryon focused his attention on the pulse point beneath your jaw. He mimicked your actions only much harsher in order to leave his mark—no one would be able to deny that you were his with it shown.

You couldn’t respond to his words with his fingers in your mouth, so you only made little noises in your throat. Those noises, however, seemed to have been misinterpreted; “If you have tricked yourself into believing it true, then I must show you the answer.”

He removed his fingers, pulling his hand away completely to undo your top as he walked you to your bed, never moving from behind you. After your top, he stripped you of your bottoms, leaving behind a trail of clothes until he finally had you against your bed, bent over the edge with your face in the sheets. Leaning over you, he bent down to nip at the back of your neck before kissing down your spine. His free hand moved to hold the inside of your thigh from the back, using his hold to spread your legs wide enough for him to work.

When he reached the base of your spine, he lowered himself onto his knees, saying, “My dearest, I should make you forget any names other than my own. Be good for me and don’t hold back.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond because suddenly his tongue was on you. You twitched stay the pleasurable feeling, already enraptured by the feeling of his warm, wet tongue licking at you entrance. It was unlike him to dive right into it considering he was so fond of foreplay, but his emotions had gotten the best of him. With a mixture of jealousy and annoyance filling his heart, Bryon couldn’t help but chase relief for his emotional stats. Even if that relief came in the form of fucking you to tears.

His ears were attentive to all the sounds filling the room, searching most desperately for the ones you made. You squirmed under his hold, your fingers clenching making your nails dig into your palms as you panted in effort to sort through the sensations flooding your body. The hand holding your thigh rotated to relieve the pressure on his wrist but didn’t slacken the push to elevate your leg—in fact, it pressed into you harder to raise your leg higher, exposing more of yourself to his avid mouth. If you listened close enough, you could almost hear the slick sound of his tongue teasing your nerves, his saliva mixing with your falling juices. You whimpered out quietly, enjoying his actions but feeling like it was not quite enough when his tongue only prodded without entry. When you tried to shift your weight closer to his face, he squeezed your wrists, pulling away to say, “You seem to be enjoying yourself. Tell me, darling, who is it that has you this eager?”

You sighed at the loss of his mouth on you, taking a moment to gather your thoughts as his question registered in your mind. Breathily, you responded, “you do.”

“‘You’?” Bryon parroted, “I see.”

He stood up completely, pulling you up to follow him with gentle hands but firm guidance. A noise of surprise left you when he first moved you, but it didn’t take much more than a few seconds for him to situate you in front of the body-length mirror placed against the wall. Looking at your reflection, you grew shy at the sight of you fully naked before Bryon who still wore his light-colored over robe. You didn’t even notice when he’d undressed himself, ridding himself of his wing-like half cloak and pants.

The wilder lowered the two of you to your knees in-front of the mirror and you felt his blindfolded gaze persistent on your reflection. Pulling your wrists back, he made you lean against his front so that your your weight would be shifted off your knees and distributed throughout your legs instead. Like this, he moved his unoccupied hand to bluntly cup your slick heat instead. You shuddered at the feeling.

“I’m afraid you still don’t understand,” leaning over your shoulder, he kissed the underside of your jaw, “When I ask for a name, I expect it to be mine. Who else if not me? Lorsan?”

“No, if I think of him at this time it’s only because you bring him up. There’s none other that I would think of, being like this.” You spoke honestly, gathering the confidence to look back at him in the mirror. You didn’t expect the sight to be at steamy as it was—him holding you in his hand, your essence leaking through his fingers making them glisten. The look on your face was dazed, your chest heaving slightly bringing attention to the erect buds on your chest. Despite how steady Bryon looked in the mirror, you could tell that it was not true; With your back pressed against his front, you could feel his anticipation. His member was hidden behind the robe he worse, but you felt the stiffness of it on your back and you had the fleeting thought of wanting to rub against it.

However, the wilder didn’t let you indulge yourself because he tsked at your response. “Someone as smart as you, great magister Merlin, should know it’s unwise to make comments like that. You only make me believe another is really, truly on your mind. I don’t consider myself to be possessive, but dearest, you make me want to claim you. To let everyone else know that you chose me to be your partner. That only I have been ordained to your most secret pleasures.”

He pulled his hand away from your groin to resume his hold on your inner thigh, pressing into it so that you would spread it open. Like this, even the most hidden spots on your body were vulnerable to the cool air of the room. Still watching your reflection, you gazed down lower to see his hand trace a light path up to your entrance. He looked up from your neck, “And I realize there is nothing stopping me from doing just that.”

Firmly, he used two fingers to collect your dripping fluid. You believed he was going doing so with intent to use it as lubricant for his entry into you, but had your breathe knocked out of you when he lifted his fingers to his mouth instead. As if craving it, Bryon licked his fingers clean, humming deeply as he savored the taste of you; You had even felt his member twitch against your back. You bit the inside of your lip, committing the moment to memory and feeling your hole clench around nothing. Bryon didn’t rush himself to enjoy your presence which is a fact that made you melt but also slightly frustrated you. Why did he chose now of all times to initiate foreplay?!

Squirming against him, you spread your knees open more—throughly avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror knowing you most likely looked like a desperate mess—in hopes that he would be enticed enough to act. He was. Your movement took his attention away from his fingers and you heard him breathe deeply against the back of your neck.

“So impatient…” he murmured, “But you’re right. You still have a lesson to learn.”

With that, he lowered his hand between the two of you, shifting behind you to hoist the front of his robe to the side. Immediately, you felt the heat of his member and the precut leaking out of it as the tip rubbed against the skin of your back. A whine you couldn’t control slipped out of you, more following when he had softly begun to slowly rut against you.

“Look at you, still only the beginning and already so deliciously ready. Tell me who the only one to make you feel like this is?” Bryon murmured into your ear.

“You are, only you. Please, now, hurry up.” Slightly arching your back, you fidgeted against him. But the windwhisperer only held you still. There was a momentary silence to which only heightened your need, but Bryon’s discontent with your response had him considering his actions. Stubborn, he thought…No matter, he was a patient man.

So he chose to indulge you; He wrapped a hand around his shaft and slid it down between your legs. Try as you might, you couldn’t look away from the scene reflected before you; Bryon’s dick already wept with his own juices and all it took was his hand rubbing it to create a coat of lubricant that would help him ease into your aching hole. He grunted at his quick self-induced pleasure before aligning his tip to your entrance. Moving his hand out of view, he gripped your thigh, tensing his fingers into the soft skin of it as he finally slid himself into you.

You moaned loudly, transfixed by the sight of him bottoming out and the feeling of him stretching you out. Taking a couple seconds to adjust, you dropped your head against his shoulder—an action that he was quick to correct.

“No, darling. You must watch. Since you don’t seem to learn by feeling alone, you must use your sight. Come on, look straight ahead. Look at the way I fit inside you so perfectly; Look at how much your dripping. Look at your expression,” as he spoke, Bryon began to move his hips slowly and shallowly, “So overwhelmed already. Have you been expecting this all night? Behaving so coquettishly with others just to rile me up?”

You shook your head, “No…I didn’t mean anything…”. The words you spoke were hard to focus on when he pushed himself in so deep it felt like his tip brushed your stomach. Soft moans spilled from your tongue as you struggled to keep your attention on the mirror’s image. Dazedly watching the way Bryon’s member pulled out of you before pushing all the way back into you at a pace that was slower than a snail. Your fingers flexed in urge to hold onto him, the skin of your wrists slightly irritated after being held so long in a tight grip. His speed—or lack thereof—was killing you; He was going so slow that you could only think of all the pleasure you should have.

Your cries of exasperation made Bryon smile subtly as he enjoyed working you up; If you knew the tension he inflicted upon himself by moving slow then you’d almost feel better for yourself. But he kept his composure, “What’s the matter, dearest?”

“When you,” you breathed, “said I’d learn my lesson…I didn’t think you meant it in this way.”

His open hand moved to your front, dipping a finger into your weeping slit and massaging it passively, making your hips twitch. “Not enjoying yourself? But your body is telling me different, look at how it responds,” he told you with added pressure of his fingers.

“I’d—hah—I’d enjoy it more if you went faster. Please,” you said, conflicted on wether you should wiggle you hips up into his hand or down onto his cock.

“And I would enjoy it more if you appeased my tormented heart, yet here we are,” Bryon said, his tone full of feigned dismay, “One of us is bound to relent sooner or later. I wonder who it’ll be? Wouldn’t it be so fulfilling if you simply called out my name—loud enough for all others, for Lorsan himself, for head?”

Your eyes shifted to his blindfolded ones in the mirror, “Perhaps, but how could I if I’m not feeling it?!“

Bryon’s hips snapped into yours suddenly with a newfound force, knocking the air out of your lungs. Giving you no time to adapt to his brutal pace, Bryon pulled your wrists down to make you lean further into him. Slapping noises filled the room, mixing with the wet sounds of his thrusts and you struggled to catch your breath. His fingers continuously massaged the area around your slit, focusing primarily on the area with the most sensitivity. The depth of his thrusts was numbing, the pace making his tip rub over the spot that made you see stars faster than you could cope with. Burning waves over pleasure coursed through your body, forcing loud, crying moans to fall from your lips.

“Oh gods,” you moaned, letting your head fall back against his shoulder once again. Just as abruptly as he started, he stopped and you almost sobbed out at the sudden cut of flowing pleasure.

“Look at me, darling. Don’t take your eyes off the mirror,” he scolded. Desperate to reach your high you lifted your head, dazedly looking at the mirror. He began his movements again with the same rhythm as before.

“Does this make you feel better, my dear? Do you remember who the only one who could make you feel like this is?” He asked you, voice low in your ear, the grumbling tone mixing with his heavy breathing. You could’ve came with that alone.

You nodded your head quickly, “yes, yes. You, Bryon, only you make me feel this good.”

“That’s a good magister, hmm? Come on, let the others know as well.”

Giving in to what he wanted, you increased your volume, moaning out his name as wantonly as you could—whatever you needed to do to keep him going. Bryon didn’t object, reveling in your cries. His balls slapped against your skin, adding that extra stimulus in tandem with his fingers; Looking into the mirror, you could practically see the mess the two of you were making on the floor, soaking it with a mixture of sexual fluids. You watched his dick disappear into your hole, clenching around him at the sight causing him to groan. His own pleasures noises caught your attention, making you look back up at him through the mirror. Bryon caught your eye.

Without pausing him thrusts, he released one of your wrists, telling you, “take it off”, and you understood immediately. With an unsteady arm, you reached up to his face, using the mirror to guide you as you hooked a finger around his blindfold before pulling it down.

Beneath it, his eyes shone, glimmering with dark lust. His focus was sharp, and already he was staring straight back into your eyes. The rare view of his eyes, the direct eye contact, it made your head spin. You almost cursed him for wearing the blindfold in the first place, but chose to attend to the sensations at hand. With his blindfold off, Bryon was exposed to so much more than just the sound of you falling apart under his lust. He was absolutely entranced by how you looked, face flushed, eyes glazed, neck littered with his marks, heaving chest covered with a sheen layer of sweat, and a sopping mess in between the legs—he couldn’t be blamed if he orgasmed on the spot. Unable to look away from the sight of you being fucked right, he didn’t even mind that you had not returned the hand that he released. With it, you held onto the back of his neck.

“‘m close,” you panted, torn between rushing towards your peak of running away to keep this moment lasting forever. Your eyes fell shut momentarily, relishing in the overwhelming tension in your core.

“Open your eyes, darling. I would regret stopping now. I want to see you,” Bryon gave a particularly deep thrust to make you open your eyes again. The action, however, was all you needed to be pushed over the edge.

With fluttering eyelashes, you tried hard to keep his gaze, but your orgasm crashed into you. Your legs spammed as you came, hips stuttering against his thrusts, and you felt that you were leaving scratches all along his neck. You changed his name like a prayer as you arched your back, wanting to both escape the onslaught the sensation of him still filling you and chase it. Even your hole convulsed around him, making him moan in effort to continue through the feeling.

Wet eyes stared back at him in the mirror, your voice begging him—what for, neither of you weren’t exactly sure. He took in your wrecked appearance in the mirror, and the urge to big down onto your neck to leave one more mark controlled him. While he never regret his decision to hide his vision, he did wish he could see you like this forever. You looked so good, so divine, so seductive that it made his dick twitch with want. The thought of any others seeing you like this filled Bryon with a bitter feeling—one that he took out on you.

The closer he got to his high, the more relentless he became, his tip abusing your oversensitive bundle of nerves even as you came down from your high. It took you looking at him with a downright sexed out expression to make him tumble over the edge. With a quick speed, he pulled out of you just in time to blow his load onto the mirror surface. He took his hand from you to fist his cock, milking it dry as he groaned out your name, his own eyes falling shut.

It was the hottest sight you might ever see; Although you were exhausted, you couldn’t help the flash of lust that shot through you. Watching him breath heavily, and his seed splattered all across the mirror, you leaned your weight against him.

“You should keep this off more often,” you joked weakly, tugging the the blindfold around his neck.

“What would you have to look forward to if I did?”

#afk journey #afk journey x reader #bryon afk journey #bryon x reader #afk journey bryon x reader

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bythepen98 · 11 months

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Tomarry 💚❤️️

Time Travel au (brief)

It was Harry who decided that Tom looked comfy enough to sleep on and obviously Tom wasn't going to say no to that. He's the kind of obsessive bastard who can't function without constantly touching Harry in some way or another, so acting as Harry's makeshift bed during his naps is a dream come true. Harry thinks that the horcrux inside him might have addictive, maybe even healing?, properties to the main body, or something along those lines, because why else would Tom be all clingy with him considering their less than stellar beginning? but being touch starved himself, he welcomes it and tries not to think too hard about how nice it feels holding hands with his supposed nemesis whenever they walk down the halls together in school. He also keeps the image of Ron and Hermione giving him the side eye locked very tightly in a box, shoved firmly in the darkest corner of his mind, whenever situations - like him deciding to visit Tom in the Slytherin common room and proceeding to glomp on him while they're in the middle of a Knights meeting - happen. (Cue Knights going bug eyed as Tom, unphased, readjusts Harry in his lap and continues on with the meeting. It will happen often enough that the members don't bat an eyelash to such occurrences anymore and decide not to question the ambiguous nature of their relationship either bc a content Tom is a less crucio happy Tom.) Bottom line: Harry's perfectly fine with living in denial, thank you very much, because as far as he is concerned, he's not the savior of anything anymore in this reality. A sane and very handsome*cough* Tom Riddle who somehow sees him and his opinions in high regard, is willing to take a less radical route regarding his still world dominating plans (Harry will take what he can get bc he knows a lost cause when he sees one), has no qualms giving him affection and promises to spoil him rotten as long he stays by his side? Yeah, even Merlin won't be able to convince him to go back to his old timeline. He's fine with seeing his old friends again in a different, hopefully better, future.

:')☝️☝️

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akookminsupporter · 11 months

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Random thoughts...

I was watching the clip of Jungkook listening to Jimin's song and I find it curious and I'm sure everyone does too, that he didn't mention that he participated in the song. From what I saw on Twitter, many karmy concluded that he was watching/listening to the performance that Jimin gave us during festa and Jimin kept Jungkook's background vocals and it's clear that it's him, especially at the end of the song n but he didn't say anything, he didn't react in a certain way to say yeah, that's me and I find it interesting because he did that random Wlive before the album came out playing that song on guitar but this time he didn't say anything and Jimin also didn't mention anything about it the times he talked about the song. And yes, they are just background vocals, but the background vocals were done by a member of his band, not a random artist.

And that goes along with a lot of things from Jimin and Jungkook. They mention things that we would have no idea happened if they didn't mention it, but other things that there is proof of they never mention, they never talk about it and I've always wondered why.

New York is another example. We don't know for sure if Jimin travelled just to work/be with Jungkook or if he did something else besides that either with the brands he has contractual obligations with or something concerning his solo music career, but he was in New York with him, he was there the day Seven came out and Jungkook didn't mention it. And it would have been normal, wouldn't it? Just like it was normal when Hobi did it at the time and how Yoongi did it, but so far, they haven't mentioned it and unless they were actually doing something that they would eventually release, I don't think they would mention it. And again, that applies to so many things between the two of them and I wonder why.

If I start from the premise that Jimin and Jungkook really have a romantic relationship it makes a little more sense in a way, especially when they are about to start their military service, but at the same time it gives them away a little more because, why so much secrecy if they are friends, members of the same group, plus other members don't have the same problem, again, an example of this is Hobi and Yoongi. Why not talk openly that they saw each other or were together. Why sometimes imply that all that happened without saying it with all those words.

Obviously, they're all very private with their things and their movements and each one of them is totally different from the other, even though some of them share certain qualities, but Jimin and Jungkook's relationship is the most secret and open of all. We know so much about them, but at the same time we don't know anything about them, and it's frustrating and interesting at the same time.

I don't know where I was going with this and my thoughts end up here, I'm sorry I didn't get anywhere but I'm going to post it anyway because I'm not going to waste what I wrote when my brain decided to work on a very hot Friday night. Maybe I'll come back to this post later.

#rosie's thoughts #JKJJMP #JMPJKJ

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A fic rec of One Direction fics with a murder mystery that has similar vibes to the tv series Only Murders in the Building as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

🩸 Drops of Jupiter by @itsmotivatingcara

(M, 121k, occult) But what happens when a string of break-ins leads to a brutal attack, and the towns' darling is murdered right under their Sunday hats? A murder that just so happens to bear the same modus operandi as similar homicides in neighbouring states. Has the killer been circling Virginia, or is he a local of Lavender Hills?

🩸 Victorian Boy by audreyhheart

(E, 101k, historical) When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in York, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.

🩸 If these walls could talk by louislittlesuns

(M, 94k, Canada) Harry and inspector Tomlinson get caught in a frantic race against time to solve the murder and stop rumours from spreading.

🩸 Baby, I think we might be too cold to float by @forreveries

(M, 81k, exes to lovers) Harry is a journalist that goes to Lake Tekapo, New Zealand, to look into a girl’s disappearance after a year of no movement from police. What he finds instead is his ex boyfriend Louis, who, six years earlier, ghosted him after five months of dating in university. A story of trauma, secrets, and the power of finally letting people in.

🩸 saw some things on the other side by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 61k, soulmates) Unfortunately, Louis’ plan doesn’t take into account the fact that instead of writing murder mysteries, he will find himself in one.

🩸 Sinister by ModestlyHomo

(E, 54k, dark) Louis Tomlinson, head psychiatrist of Violet Quarters Mental Rehabilitation Center is faced with the most difficult case of mental instability his career has ever given him.

🩸 A Study in Love (series) by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(M, 52k, Sherlock au) He is rarely perplexed, mistaken, or wrong, and obviously, Louis is never ever surprised. And yet, his new flatmate after a very long string of failed ones has Louis questioning how he ever did any of it without him.

🩸 knives don't have your back by @turnyourankle

(M, 51k, uni) The lone survivor of an on campus massacre that claimed the lives of his four housemates, Harry is urged to take a sabbatical or transfer. Instead, he chooses to stay in school, move into the dorms, and overcome his fears.

🩸 Whispers in the Trees by hazzayoudoing

(M, 51k, boarding school) an AU in which Louis and Harry witness a murder on the pristine campus of Wellington Academy, their posh boarding school. They band up with their friends and family members to attempt to solve the whole thing—since the murderer has decided to target them next.

🩸 Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 44k, the Hamptons) Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.

🩸 What Happened to 'Never Say Die'? by kiddle / @bluejeanlouis

(T, 28k, thriller) a coming of age American AU inspired by classic ‘80s movies like The Goonies and Stand By Me where everyone has a secret and no one wants to get caught.

🩸 There's No Antidote For This Curse by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

(T, 26k, historical) They haven't seen each other for years, but when bodies start showing up in Central Park, Louis travels to New York to cover the story. The two work together to uncover the killer, and uncover a few other secrets along the way.

🩸 Catching a Partner by @berzerkshires

(M, 24k, documentary) Harry is the latest victim who survived an attempted murder and is sent to live at a safe house with Detective Tomlinson as the killer is still at large.

🩸 And then there was love by @sweariwouldnt

(NR, 23k, Murder She Wrote au) A crime story in which Louis makes ridiculous jokes about Harry's bum and loves Ben Winston's dog; where Harry blushes and may or may not be dark!Harry under the dimples and curls; where the world-famous author sleuth Jessica Fletcher joins One Direction to their music video set.

🩸 Windsor Peaks by aace1234

(NR, 23k, age difference) Louis life was going well, he was happy, until two detectives from London turn up. Harry Styles and Scott Wolf are investigating a string of murders and a car accident that lead them to straight to Louis and his past.

🩸 Wait For Me To Come Home by twoshipstiedup

(M, 15k, NYC) Some people meet in line at the grocery store on a Sunday afternoon, others use social media and technology to find their match. Sometimes, it's the old fashioned way through mutual friends at a dinner party. For Harry and Louis, it was a hot summer's day on a crime scene.

—Rare Pairs—

🩸 Be Still by thisonegoes

(E, 150k, Zayn/Harry) Zayn hears the telltale sound of stretcher wheels bouncing up over a weather strip. A tech backs out of the door first, as both Zayn and Harry turn to watch.

🩸 your crimes are quiet, my love by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic

(E, 97k, Zayn/Liam) A darker Miss Congeniality AU that follows Zayn and Liam, MI5 agents, partners since training and best friends, as they race to stop a serial killer.

#ficrec #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dsource #hltracks #ficsfor4am #categoryrecs

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laneiru · 3 months

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Decided to fill these out because it seemed neat, and any way to jot down my mess of a Miitopia headcanon is always welcome.

Don't look too hard on the portraits, I was having one of those days where I seem to have forgotten how to draw things.

Template translations and additional thoughts on my Main 4 under the cut.

Located right next to the portrait:

Name Gender, Personality, Birthday Age, Height, Weight

Personality can be either the Miitopia ones or anything else that you think is fitting.

All of their weights are unknown because I never really think about those things in my OCs.

The sliding scale underneath the portrait:

Strength Awful, Ordinary, Can put up a fight, Quite strong, Unreal

This refers to their general strength, power levels, etc.

Underneath the sliding scale, the following are specific questions about each role:

Reborn

Thoughts on their current face: Like, Average, Dislike Thoughts on humans: Like, Average, Dislike Can still use Dark Curse powers? Yes, No Thoughts on being reborn: Happy, Unhappy, Indifferent

Aoi is pretty much still processing the whole "being reborn" thing, hence their reactions to their new face and humans are along the lines of "it's ok, I guess." But they would eventually come to realise that they are genuinely grateful for being saved.

Aoi can no longer do the monster-creating, face-stealing part of their repertoire. Their magic from here on out is just the usual mage magic, but in a spooky, but harmless flavouring. It's a reason why they prefer the way of the sword instead. Luckily for them, Lema also knows his way around a weapon, and can at least teach them the basics during their travels together.

As for the alternate universe version of them that they look up to, it's Ymir. He is basically a Reborn who is in constant denial about being saved and his life having worth, and had to do the healing and redeeming all on his own. Also, he's from my little OC story-idea, and I just wanted to make a little cameo.

Ex-Dark Lord

Thoughts on HP Banana: Like, Average, Dislike Do they prefer their previous or current job? Previous (Factory worker), Current (New Lumos guard), Neither Mental strength: Strong, Average, Weak Actual personality: Good, Average, Bad

Rui's ok with HP Bananas. He even eats some when he's at work, haha. For his job, it's a little different because he's juggling between the old HP Banana worker one and the current New Lumos guard one. Obviously with that arrangement, he prefers neither and wants something better.

The best I can describe Rui is that he wants to be like Neo:Blood Mage from DFO so bad, but he cannot as he is just a regular person stuck supporting his brother and himself. The added irony is that Aoi actually does pull off the unhinged mage vibe better than he ever could, look no further to their Dark Lord act.

Rui's guard duty in New Lumos is more out of guilt and self-imposed penance. The monsters there seem to be too placid to ever try breaking out, no doubt thanks to Aoi's Curse influence weakening by the day. If nothing else, Rui gets to do some magic practice whenever he's there.

Also, Guardian really did ask Rana to go beat up a 20-year old lmao…... I'm sure all of the party members are older than him, too. So it goes with my OCs.

Great Sage

Do they know other magic than Cure-type spells? Yes, Sort Of, No Physical strength: Strong, Average, Weak Had a mentor in the past? Yes, No Thoughts on helping others: Like, Average, Indifferent

(First one was tricky to translate, but I think the gist was that it's asking if your Great Sage knows more kinds of magic than Cure/Cleric spells, like what's implied in-game.)

What else is there to say about Lema? Bnuuy. Your average prettyboy Sage. His father was his mentor on earth communion, Lema's other type of magic. This was what made the Darker Lord especially dangerous as he could now directly manipulate the environment. It's also how the Darker Lord made the Otherworld, by tearing a hole in the sky in a show of power.

It's also why his version of the Darkest Lord looks like a merging of him and the Otherworld/Darker Lord's Domain! It's the apex of Lema's specialty, but in the trappings of a final boss. (You gotta hand it to Aoi as the Dark Curse sometimes, they know how to pull off the villainous vibes regardless of their host, haha)

Lema can never compare to the iconic nature of Great Sage Yumil for me, but I still like how he turned out in the end.

Hero

Thoughts on their adventuring party: Like, Average, Indifferent Thoughts on fighting: Like, Average, Indifferent, Dislike Favourite Job/s Thoughts on Guardian Spirit: Like, Average, Indifferent, Dislike

(The difference between Average and Indifferent here, I'm guessing, is the implication. Average is more positive-neutral, while Indifferent is more negative-neutral.)

Rana is pretty standard, the only thing that stands out from her is that in regards to fighting: she sees it as an unavoidable, sometimes necessary, part of life. It's just that her kind nature meant she would rather do anything else sometimes. Guardian Spirit is more of a guardian angel figure in my version, so she thinks positively of him.

(Who am I kidding, Guardian is pretty much Great Sage Yumil in a different role lmao)

Also I'm a dummy and drew her in her OC outfit instead of something Miitopia-related.

The two boxes on the right:

Things they like, are good at, etc. Things they don't like, are not good at, etc.

The lowest box:

Other notes

#miitopia #spoilers #art stuff #my ocs

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mythicalartistx · 11 months

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KH2 Kairi is actually decent

I wish they do more with Kairi. For the little she's in, she seems like a cool character. I really appreciated and liked her in KH2. That's when I felt she had the most part in things.

I felt that she actually does things herself and takes part in the ending battle.

When Sora was surrounded by Heartless and it's way too much, Kairi jumps down and starts fighting with him with her keyblade.

When she was being chased by Axel for leverage, (that way Sora would go to her and Axel would perhaps turn Sora into a heartless, so he could see Roxas) Kairi gave him a chase for awhile.

She managed to outrun him for awhile and even went into a dark portal to get away. Axel himself remarked that not many would do that. Of course she did get caught but still I feel like that's pretty good.

Then she was trying to escape on her own too when she found Riku. That's when he gave her a keyblade to use.

Before Sora realized who Riku was, Riku was acting shy and didn't want to see him while looking like Ansem (SOD) along with the fact he kinda caused bad things to happen.

Riku wanted to leave and he kept pretending he was just a figure from the darkness. This is the moment where Kairi grabs Riku's arm and is like Riku don't go. There she is like, why is he acting like this, being shy and embarrassed.

She probably is thinking, why is he acting like this, we're all finally together again. Sora is surprised, but she pulls them together so everyone could realize it's their friend.

In the manga, she mentions this:

"Geez, when's you get to be like this?"

She obviously didn't know what happened to him or that Sora had his memories reformed and everyone almost forgot him and Riku had to deal with saving him and hurting Roxas (Riku is shown to feel compassion and remorse towards nobodies), along with the fact on the darkness he used and what he caused in the first game.

However, she gets him to stay and she tells Sora who he is. I felt like that was really big for her to try to reconnect her friends again.

That's the only time I'd probably say I like that she was able to connect all of their friendships again.

Honestly, I feel like she should try to be her own person outside her friends too because while the three of them are all friends, she ends up being pushed aside a lot. There she wasn't.

She was able to fight and defend Riku's back. Kairi was able to hold her own ground. But after KH2, it's not the same especially in KH3 which is her next role (DDD ending doesn't count nor does BBS)

KH3

In KH3, she could have come in the game much sooner. I feel like the training part was kind of something she shouldn't have done. I mean yeah she needs training, but couldn't they have her do that when Riku and Sora were in Dream Worlds?

Why couldn't they decide to train her then? Is it because the stakes were high when they realized Xehanort had gathered a new organization for his vessels?

I feel like they could have gotten her a lot sooner. Maybe even not train as long in the game? Remember at the end of DDD Sora goes to see the dream eaters and is there for a while, maybe during that time she could have and once Sora is done with seeing Hercules, Kairi could have helped Ienzo and the others with reviving Namine.

She could have helped some other way like how Riku and Mickey was searching for Aqua.

Sora was traveling to get stronger and gain the ability of waking.

Ienzo and the ex organization members were studying things to help Roxas and figure out what the enemy is trying to plan.

Kairi could have helped them or even helped with Namine return instead.

But she just gets pushed to the side. While her conversation with Lea is fine and shows that he is sorry for what he has done and sees Xion in her, that could have been in that beginning and only then. Why does she have to train for that long?

I feel like actually going to worlds and helping is better.

Then in the battle at the end she is absolutely kind of useless. Like she isn't holding up as much in KH2, of course there will be stronger people but I don't know... I feel like she could have kept going and trying. Then she gets taken by Xemnas, until Xehanort destroys her.

Thus she becomes a damsel in distress and a plot device again. Sora saves her and then he is launched off to the Quadratum.

And her being a plot device is one of the exact reasons I think she should be her own person outside of her friends, Riku and Sora.

She could do so much more as a character without them because the story is about Sora and Riku among other things. They are the main focus, they are in every game (besides mobiles since those are in the past) and are even focused more on in birth by sleep— a game where they aren't the main characters. They have greater screen time than her. It's still little, but it's more.

Hopefully since in MoM she is going to train under Aqua, it will show some interesting development of a character for her.

She's only in the main numbered games really, and it seems she might not be in the next installment. However, I really hope we get more on her or more of a story relating to her. Because her backstory has potential, her character has potential. It's just not used enough.

Even in parts of the novel and manga that I've seen, she seems almost better there. It's probably because she's not the focus.

But hopefully in the future she will be more

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smartycvnt · 8 months

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Not Your Ex Man

Title: Not Your Ex Man Pairing: Nick Jackson x Reader Prompt: 9. "I don't want to see anyone else kissing you but me. Do you understand me?" R WC: 810

Japan was full of opportunities and opponents, that was why Nick loved the country so much. Everybody from all around came to learn and put on the performances of their lives. He had wrestled people who he never thought he'd get the chance to, and created some of his favorite feuds and friendships. Japan wasn't as theatrical with their storylines, but they had some of the best storytelling around. That was what Nick told himself whenever he saw you with Will's arm draped around your shoulders as he walked to the ring for his match against Kenny.

Y/n hadn't wanted anything to do with Will whenever she arrived in Japan, but he had been insistent that it was only fair for Y/n to be in his corner as a callback to one of his earlier feuds with Kenny and the Bucks. That had been years ago, whenever Will's arrogance had yet to be earned. Y/n wasn't nearly as proud of her relationship with Will as he was. It was a time in her life that Y/n would have rather forgotten about, but he refused to let her do that. The crowds loved the callback to the former power couple of New Japan, but she hated the way that it very obviously upset Nick to see and hear about.

"You're nothing but a sad old man clinging to the glory of your past," Will said as he stood over Kenny's defeated body. In a turn of events that Y/n had been completely unprepared for, Will grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. She tried to push him away, but he was a lot stronger than he had been before. Will finally broke the kiss after what Y/n felt like was an eternity and looked over at Kenny and the Bucks, but specifically Nick. He shot them a wink as he made his way out of the ring. Y/n followed him out, but once they were away from the crowd and cameras, she stormed off before he had a chance to explain himself.

Y/n rushed to the women's locker room and went straight for her bag. She pulled out the travel size mouthwash and toothbrush to scrub every trace of him out of her mouth. Nick was going to be absolutely pissed with her, especially since it was something that hadn't been approved in their meeting earlier in the week. Will had a tendency to go a bit beyond what was agreed upon, but he had never done something like that. He hadn't even discussed that with Y/n, and Y/n knew that whenever he would get asked about it, he'd just say something along the lines of "feeling the moment" or some other bullshit. Will was pushy for his own cause, and that was something that Y/n should have known would never change.

"Nick is waiting outside." Y/n gave a nod towards one of the girls who had come to tell her. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had before. Y/n was nervous to go talk to Nick because Will was a liar, and he easily could have told Nick that she decided on the kiss in the ring. Nick hadn't always been fond of Y/n, so she didn't know how highly he actually thought of her character. They had gotten together in a bad time for the both of them, and a good part of Nick's feelings towards her could have been easily attributed to the help she had given him whenever he was at his lowest. She had helped to boost Will up to his greatest heights, and he had still left her once he was successful enough.

"Nick, before you say anything, I swear I didn't know that he was going to kiss me," Y/n blurted out quickly. Nick grabbed her hands and slowly took a deep breath, hopeful that Y/n would follow his lead. Once she had and seemed to calm down a bit, Nick started talking to her.

"I know that it wasn't anything on your end, but you're not working with him again. I get that it isn't your fault, but my feelings are strong on this. I don't want to see anyone else kissing you but me. Do you understand me?" Nick asked. Y/n nodded in understanding and agreement. Nick flashed her a smile just before he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I love you, okay?"

"Yeah, I love you too." Nick hated how scared Y/n had sounded, but he was glad that they were on the same page about what had happened. He didn't want her to think that he was mad at her, especially not with that being a possible distraction for her own match at the next New Japan show.

#my writing #one shot #nick jackson x reader #nick jackson #aew #aew x reader

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If this is a weird comment you don't have to post it, but listening to E a lot I notice there are a bunch of idk? sounds in his songs that I guess they'd edit out now. you mentioned him laugh in Power of My Love and I hear it EVERY time now, but there's a lot of other stuff too that makes the recordings sound so real.

not a weird comment, i love this actually, and it's true.

i think it's a combination of factors. obviously, no digital editing (and no auto-tuning, which is why his studio vocals and his live vocals are as close to identical as they are. studio recordings are cleaner due to the setting and equipment, but the timbre and tone, the color, the melodic quality, that was truly the man's voice), although engineers could still clean things up in places, and lay in background vocals and further instrumentation etc, it was a bit more involved/arduous as a process and the central recording probably didn't get fiddled with as much. i'm not going to say i'm super well-versed on production of the time, but of course computers and digital mixing, snipping together various takes, etc, today can alter a LOT of what's captured to make it more "flawless." if you listen to any of his rough studio cuts/outtakes, you'll hear him rehearsing, changing up tempos, deciding on different arrangements or following instruction, (messing up lyrics and laughing and being a weirdo lmao i love him), clicking into how to get a song to work.

i also think it has something to do with E's particular technique and delivery, where he breathes is often very deliberate (try singing along and you'll notice how measured and controlled he was at this and the way it emotionally affects his delivery). i mean, as an example that isn't the power of my love laugh™, you can hear him gulp slightly at the beginning of in the ghetto (in the rest after "as the snow flies"), whether that's direct emotion or nerves or just how he was getting the song out. there's a moment in another song where you can hear what i think is the clink of his rings against the microphone. the memphis sessions have a LOT of the raw studio sounds left in. some of this is also that he...did not sit still (affectionate), so some of that fidgeting and rustling and personality is all captured in the recordings. listen to true love travels on a gravel road (my beloved), and there are a bunch of the organic moments right there. especially between the first chorus and the second verse - between "ohhh, true love travels on a gravel road" and "down through the years..." like four different things audibly happen. you can tell when he's playing around and exaggerating some of his vocalizations and quirks and trademarks, leaning into it - which he did in places in the comeback special too, because he knew exactly how to utilize/distill that, and the way it would transfix the audience, he just had command of that to unleash however he chose. (or whatever. he decided. to do. at the end of such a night). it's also why it's really apparent in a song when he smiles, which is one of my favorite things in the world, when you can HEAR a smile in a song. not every artist is easy to detect this with, but he is, and it's so warm.

what i really really love about this with him is it makes the songs so present and lived in and felt, all these unfiltered and natural details still exist in the tracks and so does his personality. then when you listen to the concert recordings, the only significant difference is stuff like banter with the audience or switching up bits of arrangement for the show, but the emotion and the amount of himself he put into everything is as real/accessible/clear in the studio as it is on the stage of the international or anywhere else. it's such a vibrantly alive aspect of his work that i believe it's part of why it's endured the way it has tbh - it still feels like he's right there about to pull that gold curtain back again.

#anonymous #letterbox #the thing is if you send me an ask about this i will write an essay #elvis presley #i was a dreamer #music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent #*

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Hey wanted to tell you I love seeing Rana on my dash! Can you tell little bit more about Rana? How does she view her relationship with her teammates? Does she have any family? What drew her towards Wyll?

oh stop this is so sweet omg 😭😭😭 Im glad you all like to see her bcus i love to show her off!! she's my little angel and the only tav i've had break past act 1!

I'll put most of this under the cut but I wanna put out a disclaimer that I came up with her background before learning abt anyone elses backstories so if she seems very similar to an origin character i swear its on accident 😭😭!!!!!!

Rana is a tiefling rogue assassin :)! Her backstory is that of a street urchin and after her mother died when she was very young, she spent a lot of time outside of her home. Her father wasn't very good at fathering and oftentimes they didn't even speak with one another despite living together in the same home. At the age of 12, she ends up stealing a little more than something that can be unnoticed and gets arrested. Upon her father hearing out her year-long sentence and hefty bail, he decides it's better to let her rot in prison for her sentence than to spend his little money on bailing her out.

Of course, Rana breaks herself out after 3 weeks and never returns to Baldur's Gate until the fateful day of the Nautiloid! She spends a lot of her time traveling the coast, running through different guilds and vowing to never rely on anyone.

With her backstory out of the way, she has a very interesting relationship with everyone! 😭 So for those who don't know, I played this story with my darling dearest bestie @katagawajr who has her own character Vaeril. To put her in Jordan's words, Vaeril's very much a disney princess-esque, think Anna from Frozen or Rapunzel, or if you're familiar with Sophie from Howl's Moving Castle!! (where as you have Rana who despite being fire coded is very much Elsa-like)

(and sometimes she teams up in a detective noir episode alongside Private Wyll Ravengard to uncover the mysterious explosive toys of Baldur's Gate.... but thats a side quest) (yes it's chaos).

Moving onto Origins, She's got a very funny raport with Gale. He's an obvious know-it-all but unlike most egotistical men Rana's run into, he has the facts to prove it. For my Blands mutuals, she's got a very Fiona and Rhys type of dynamic where they do get along but you wouldn't believe it from the amount they bicker. Vaeril also romanced Gale in this playthru so she's very much >:( hurt my best friend and ill kill you wizard boy.

Karlach is Rana's best friend. They have very similar backstories and although they didn't know one another as kids, they're very protective of one another. Lae'zel is also one of Rana's closest friends even though she's obviously more reserved, they get along very well on the battlefield and rely on one another. Halsin makes Rana nervous because he's just So Sweet and Asty is pretty much entertaining (they argue abt the best techniques to take people down quietly ofc). Shadowheart and her also get along albeit it's a bit more reserved because of Rana's intrinsic and initial mistrust of familal figures.

haha. onto Wyll. Which is probably the funniest of funniest stories. Originally, Rana was... very put off. On one hand, she's heard of the blade of frontiers and genuinely thinks what he does is great, but on the other hand... Wyll has a heart of gold and it scares her. When they have their talk on the beach in Act One, Rana sees that he's not this 'perfect hero' and that he has doubts just like anyone else- he put on a front just like she did. Keeping people at arms length was just... natural.

So yea, they develop from their as they do in canon and albeit his sweet nature, Rana's incredibly shy abt their relationship and answers virtually no questions unless pestered by Vaeril :). They wear Lover's Caress rings to protect one another, and once they get to Baldur's Gate, Rana is quite... stand offish with Ulder and anyone else who dares to be rude to Wyll.

Ok i'll cut my essay short but THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!I love talking abt her im just . so incredibly shy. but i truly appreciate anyone who made it this far down the ask ily!! 😭😭😭😭

#asks #me when the challenge is not to make an oc thats very older-sister coded #for those who get the reference she's like if Naoko and Fiona fused and got a lot more edgier. LMFAO #BUT THANK YOU ANON!!! THIS WAS VERY SWEET TO ASK!!!! <333

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thewordworrier · 7 months

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If You Look In The Mirror And Don't Like What You See

Word Count: 8,316 words. Notes: ~ Title from: "The End" by My Chemical Romance. ~ Mentions of body image issues, but we don't delve too deeply into that. It's not too descriptive.

[This one got a little long, but never mind.] I think this might be pretty canon. I haven't really decided. My timeline is a little -wriggles hand- wibbly wobbly in some aspects. Anyway: In which an innocent comment from their daughter leaves both parents second guessing themselves a little bit.

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My Chemical Romance go on a hiatus after The World Contamination Tour. Everyone has other projects that they want to work on; other music and comics for the most part, and, not only that, most of them have kids they want to spend time with. Shelly had Melody towards the end of the tour - she had to miss the last few months of it after all; first because she couldn’t fly while she was so far along (and more to the point, she didn’t really want to because it was exhausting.) And second, because she had a baby! You can’t really travel with a newborn, and even if you could, you couldn’t really tour with a newborn. And, again, she really didn’t want to. She had her husband home for a bit over the holidays, he was also there when Melody was born, and she was appreciative of that. Neither of them really totally liked him having to disappear for a little bit after Christmas, but Gerard and the others still had some shows to play, and she fully supported that. It wouldn’t be fair to the fans if they just… Pulled out of those last shows. She never ever would’ve dreamt of suggesting that, and she most certainly wouldn’t’ve endorsed it had someone else suggested it either - she had still been mentally in manager mode for some of the time; she still thought about the fans while trying to navigate the early days of first time motherhood. After that, they just spent time together, away from the public for the most part, raising their daughter, and Gerard focused on comics until Hesitant Alien happened. Shelly had their son, Zack Anthony during the Hesitant Alien Era. Then after that tour, Gerard returned home, and started to hide away from the public again to focus on his family and their new baby. It was during that time that he fell more into himself, so to speak. He was much less focused on being “picture perfect ready” - clean shaven all the time and in touring shape. Instead, he focused much more on just being a dad and a husband.

[At this point in time, Zack’s obviously not a baby anymore, and Melody is a couple of years older than him.]

Melody spent one day mostly just staring at her dad. When he was busy giving her brother some attention, she toddled over to Shelly and gently tugged on her clothes.

“Mama?”

“Yes baby?”

“Is daddy magic?”

Shelly stopped what she was doing and looked at her daughter. “Hm?”

“Daddy is magic, isn’t he?”

Shelly glanced over to where Gerard was playing with their son. She smiled. “I’ve always thought so. But why do you think so?”

“Daddy looks like a wi…” Melody paused as she struggled, just a little bit, with the next word. “Wizard.”

Shelly giggled. “Mm! He does, doesn’t he!”

“And they’re magic.”

Shelly managed to pick her daughter up, though that was getting super hard for her now she was getting a bit older, and took her over to her dad and brother.

“Daddy!”

Gerard looked up and smiled. “Hey pumpkin.”

“Daddy I know,” Melody held her arms out for Gerard to take her, and he did. Shelly, meanwhile, picked up Zack, who snuggled into her happily.

Gerard looked curious. “What do you know, pumpkin?”

“That you’re magic.”

Gerard’s curious look softened and he looked at his daughter, so full of love. “I am?”

“You’re a magic wi- wizard, daddy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Melody nodded eagerly and planted a big kiss on Gerard’s cheek. “Love you daddy!”

He beamed but kissed her little cheek in response. “And I love you too, pumpkin.”

Shelly watched this interaction while cuddling with their son. She giggled softly and kissed Zack’s cheek.

“Your sister is very much a daddy’s girl,” she said softly to the young boy. “But that’s okay. I think you’re very much a mama’s boy.”

Zack giggled and snuggled against his mother.

“As long as you don’t get bullied for it later on in life,” Shelly mused softly. “I hope I don't end up being an overbearing boy-mom. I don’t want to make your life difficult…”

“Love you mama,” Zack said softly, completely oblivious to her musings. He could just hear the sound of her voice, even if he didn’t really pick up on the words, exactly. Her voice was soothing to him.

“Oh, baby, I love you too.”

Gerard made his way over to sit with his wife and his son. He put Melody down next to her mother before sitting so Melody was snuggled between her parents.

“Hey pumpkin,” Shelly shifted so she could stroke her daughter’s hair with one hand, while her other arm was still around her son.

“Mama!” Melody cuddled against her mom and giggled when Shelly kissed the top of her head. “Mama, are you magic too?”

“Hmm,” Shelly settled with her kids. “I’m not sure sweetheart.”

“Daddy thinks mama is magic,” Gerard said, shuffling closer so he could kiss his wife.

“That’s because Daddy is very biased,” Shelly said, humming as he kissed her cheek.

“Daddy isn’t biased,” Gerard grinned. “Daddy is very right. Mama has always been magic. Daddy has only recently gained his magic.”

“Oh, nonsense,” Shelly shook her head.

Melody giggled at the happy sound of her mother’s voice but then moved to snuggle against her father. Gerard kissed the top of her head.

“I think they might be done playing for a little bit,” Shelly said softly to him. “So maybe it’s time to do something quieter?”

“Mm, we can do that.”

“Though,” Shelly glanced down at her son, who was settled with his head against her chest, clinging onto her top just a little bit. “I think Zack might end up having a nap.”

Almost as if on cue, Melody let out a little yawn, cuddled up against Gerard’s arm.

“I think someone else might end up napping too,” Gerard said with a slight grin. “Isn’t that right, pumpkin?”

“Nuh daddy, I’m not tired.”

“Mm hm, mama believes you,” Shelly glanced up at the clock on the wall before addressing Gerard again. “I don’t think a nap will hurt them later. I could probably do with one.”

Gerard frowned and instinctively checked Shelly’s forehead. “Are you not sleeping well, love?”

“I don’t know, I thought I was.”

“Well, it never hurts for you to rest with the babies,” he said quietly before stroking Melody’s hair. “Pumpkin, do you wanna have a rest with mama? And Zack?”

“Not tired,” she mumbled, sounding very much the opposite.

“You don’t have to sleep sweetie,” Shelly watched Gerard take their son. “You can just lie with mama and have some cuddles, yeah?”

“Okay mama.”

Gerard chuckled and watched his wife rearrange herself on their large couch, making sure that she’d have enough space for both kids to cuddle up with her. It was at times like this that he was glad that he’d gone with her choice of couch. It had been maybe a bit big for the pair of them when they first got it, but now they had kids? It was perfect for them all to sit on and to snuggle up close together. Napping on the couch always felt easier than napping in or on a bed. It felt easier to get up after a nap on the couch.

Once Shelly was settled, Gerard put Zack back down and Melody started to cuddle up against her mother. Or she would’ve done had she not sat back up quickly and looked around as if looking for something. Shelly frowned a little, and Gerard realised what she was looking for quicker; looking over to one of the chairs to find one of her favourite stuffed animals almost hiding behind a cushion.

“Thank you daddy,” Melody took it from him before snuggling down properly.

“Any time pumpkin,” Gerard covered them with one of the blankets they kept on the couch.

“What’re you gonna do, love?” Shelly asked.

“I might potter around a bit, tidy a little.”

“Music please?” Zack asked so quietly that Shelly almost didn’t hear it.

“Daddy, can you put that music on?”

Gerard hummed and went to fiddle with the stereo. Not too long later, one of their burnt cds started playing - some kinda instrumental versions of songs the pair of adults liked that the kids didn’t seem to mind.

“Thank you daddy,” Melody piped up quietly before burying herself under the blanket and against her mother.

“Thanks love,” Shelly hummed as Gerard leant down to kiss her. “You sure you don’t want to join us? We can make room.”

“I’m alright,” he kissed the top of each of his kids’ heads before kissing Shelly’s forehead. “I promise. Is there anything specific that you want me to do while you rest?”

Shelly thought about it before shaking her head. “No, I don’t think so. Maybe just… Don’t stress yourself? Don’t strain yourself.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Gerard smiled down at the kids as they both clung to their mother a bit more, and he lowered his voice. “Sorry. I’ll leave you to rest.”

“You don’t have to avoid the room completely,” Shelly said, her volume matching his, having glanced down as her children had moved. “I wish you were cuddled up with us though.”

“Next time,” Gerard kissed her forehead again and adjusted the blankets some more. “I promise.”

“Hmn,” Shelly yawned a little. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“You can hold me whenever and wherever you like.”

She giggled and shooed him away. He did as he was told, but only after giving her a quick peck on the lips and exchanging soft “I love you”s first. Then and only then did he wander off to go and do some tidying up around the home - that would be something less for her to do when she woke up with the kids. He only ever wanted to help her - he tried to keep their relationship as equal as he could, doubly so when he was home. Even more so if she wasn’t doing too well - if she seemed to be getting a bit run down, or if she was getting sick. Not that she ever told him about that; she’d normally just neck some medication and get on with things. Gerard was sometimes a bit embarrassed to admit that it could take him a day or two to notice if Shelly was getting sick. Especially if she was trying to power through it. But as soon as he noticed, he took over as much as he could.

He enjoyed cleaning up after his family, actually - their messes reminded him of them, that they were there, that they were real. He loved that reminder. Even if that did sometimes manifest in finding a random children’s toy (normally a stuffed animal of some description, because both of his kids had plenty of those. Hell, even his wife had her own fair share) amongst his sheets when he went to bed at night. That animal would then normally be put on a bedside table or quietly taken in to the child who had left it behind. He honestly never minded though.

That day was no exception, actually. He liked tidying up after his kids, because it meant that he could see where their headspaces were - that is, he could tell what moods they were in and what they were interested in by what they were playing or drawing. He could tell similar things about his wife by the doodles she left lying around - either by the phone or on the pad on the fridge, or even by what she doodled when she sat down to draw and/or colour with the kids. Although, most of the time, when he and Shelly settled down in the evening after the kids had been put to bed, she would often cuddle up with him and talk about what was on her mind then. So, in all honesty, he didn’t really need to worry about what her doodling was about. He could guess, but she would normally tell him when she got the chance.

They did have to prompt the kids sometimes though, but that was alright, that was expected. They were both still so young; they hadn’t learnt about any of that yet; about how to properly talk about what was bothering them. But they’d learn, especially with Shelly as their mom. Gerard knew that she was going to raise them so, so damn well. If his kids were even a fraction like their mother… Then he’d be incredibly happy. They were going to be so… Well adjusted. They were going to be such good little humans, being raised with Shelly as their mom.

Naturally, he would do his part, of course he would, he helped make the kids after all, parenting was a joint responsibility. But. He knew that it was more… Natural for children to go to their mom first, for a mom to do the majority of the parenting - especially in regards to the emotional labour. Of course he’d do as much as he could, of course. He loved his wife and his kids and loved raising them. But if they only ever took away traits and habits and advice from their mama… He wouldn’t be mad.

So Gerard pottered around, tidied the house (not that there was an awful lot of mess to begin with, really) and even jotted down a few dinner ideas for later on - he and Shelly would discuss that later. She might already have a plan, he wasn’t entirely sure. And it would be totally okay if she did already have an idea. But, in case she didn’t, he was more than happy to throw some ideas into the discussion pot to help her out.

Once he had done enough, he found his current read and crept back into the living room to check on his family. They were still asleep, both the kids snuggled up as close as they could get to Shelly, who had her arms around them quite tightly; she was even gripping their clothes a little bit. And that always made Gerard’s heart swell a bit, because she was just so… Protective of them. Which was fully understandable! She had been incredibly protective of them as a band (which was quite delightful, actually. Seeing her go to bat for them was Quite Something Else. It certainly made him feel good at the time). It was more than natural that she was going to be even more so over her own children.

Gerard settled in one of the chairs with his book and some water, more than happy to just sit and read, maybe scroll on the internet here and there, while his family rested.

He was still there when Shelly woke up a little while later. She was normally the first to wake anyway, especially around the kids. She always made some kind of quiet, almost confused sounding noise when she woke up - she always had done ever since Gerard had first been around her in this situation. The noise she made didn’t always sound confused, but it did a lot of the time. Normally because she had to try and remember where she was - and that had been especially true on the road.

Gerard heard his wife make her usual sleepy noise and put his book down to get up and go over to her. She made another sleepy noise when she saw him, though this one sounded happier instead of more confused and he leant down to kiss her forehead.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hey,” she murmured.

“You need me to take one?” He nodded to the kids.

“Mm, I think I need to go and pee.”

Gerard chuckled and managed to scoop up their son while Shelly gently untangled herself from their daughter so she could get up from the couch and trot off to the bathroom. Once Shelly had moved, Gerard put Zack back down with his sister before he sat with his kids. He didn’t want to try and wake them just yet, in case Shelly wanted them to stay asleep for a bit longer. And if she didn’t? Sometimes it was easier to wake them together.

“Hi,” Shelly repeated softly when she returned. “They not awake?”

Gerard shook his head. “No, I didn’t know if you wanted them awake yet.”

“I think it might be best to, they won’t sleep later if they sleep for any longer now,” Shelly hummed down at her sleeping children. “I think maybe we can play a game together when they wake, unless they want to do something else that isn’t too rowdy, and that’ll take us up until dinner?”

“That sounds like a good idea, love. We’ll wake the kids now?”

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Later on when the kids had gone to bed, after an afternoon of some good quality time with both parents (something that they all relished when it happened) Gerard found himself in his office, looking for something. He then found himself face to face with some of the framed record achievements on the walls - which were accompanied by band photos from the time. He frowned a little bit, seeing part of his reflection in the glass.

Melody’s innocent comment came back to him and he frowned even more, looking at the photos of the band - this one was from later on in the Black Parade era. He knew that much because his hair was black again and longer instead of short and platinum. It was definitely before he and Shelly got engaged - he didn’t quite have that… What did Shelly call it? That glow about him; the glow of a man who had finally had all the puzzle pieces fall into place.

Later on, just after Melody was born, Shelly had been looking back on photos of this era - both before and after ProRev - for that was when the glow really was the strongest, and she had lightly teased him about… Something about how it was pregnant women who were supposed to glow? He’d gone on to tease her, gently, right back. It had been after meeting Frank’s twins that Gerard had changed his tune from “I have to marry her someday” to “I have to marry her now” after all. So he’d tease her about “well, it’s close enough! This was when my desire to marry you and have kids with you kicked in so…”

That had always seemed to amuse her.

But, that era? Especially during the ‘suited and booted’ ness of ProRev (Shelly had been incredibly appreciative of his three piece suits around then; of him in suits in general, actually, Gerard remembered that with a smile). That era had been… He’d felt so good about himself, about his career, about his whole life. And about where his life was going, providing everything went to plan (which clearly it did).

It wasn’t that he didn’t feel good about his life now - of course he did! He was married to an incredible, supportive woman, who had given him two beautiful children. He’d been able to make music with his best friends for a very long time, and actually, his comic career was going quite well. It was just… His current self he wasn’t entirely happy with.

That is what Shelly found when she went to find him; him frowning at his reflection in the glass of one of the records hung on the office wall.

“Darling?” She said softly, staying in the doorway.

“Do you still find me attractive, Shell?”

“Do I…?” Shelly frowned, trailing off and sounding confused by the question, and crossed the room to see him as he turned around. “Of course I do.”

“You don’t think I look old?” He looked at her as she made her way over to him. “You don’t think I’ve let myself go?”

Shelly stopped in front of her husband and sort of just stared up at him.

“Let yourself go?” She snorted. “God no. You’re fine, babe. You’re a dad, not a stage persona. It’s okay to look like that,” she moved closer and smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. “You can pick up your children and run around after them to play. You’re healthy, love. That’s all I care about.”

“I feel like I could look better though,” he admitted. “And I’m getting so grey.”

Shelly snorted again and tucked some hair behind his ear. “Not grey. Silver. Silver fox.”

“Melody thinks I look like a wizard.”

“No, Melody thinks you’re magic. And the only thing she associates with magic at the moment is a wizard,” Shelly paused and smiled a little. “Maybe that’s your fault for showing her part of The Lord of the Rings.”

Gerard couldn’t help it. He giggled.

“But it’s a compliment honey, you know she utterly adores you. You’re her superhero.”

Gerard just hummed.

“You have to remember,” Shelly continued softly. “You once thought you’d never get out of New Jersey, you once thought you’d never survive this long.”

He could hear the pain in her voice with those words, and he hugged her tighter. “It’s alright love, I’m alright. I’m so glad I was wrong, because I have you, my gorgeous and tolerant wife, and two beautiful babies.”

Shelly snuggled into him a bit. “The silver is a trophy Gee.”

“Not as much of a trophy as you and the kids.”

She leant up and kissed him, smiling when his hands went to the small of her back so he could pull her against him a bit more.

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered.

Gerard could feel himself blushing. “No.”

“Yeah I am! Besides, if anyone’s let themselves go a bit, it’s me.”

Gerard looked at her like she’d grown three heads. “Are you insane?”

Shelly rubbed the back of her neck. “Well, it’s true.”

“Shelly, no,” he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her hard. “Don’t be stupid. How can you think that about yourself?”

She whimpered softly. “Look at me, Gerard. I don’t look like the girl you first met, I don’t look like the girl you fell in love with, and I definitely don’t look like the girl you married.”

He held her at arms length and purposely looked her up and down. Shelly tried not to be too amused at this but she didn’t do very well.

“I see an incredible woman,” Gerard said, pulling her back against him. “A stunning, gorgeous, sexy woman. A, to quote Frank and Miss Mercy, a ‘milf’ because they’re absolutely right. You are and I do.”

Shelly giggled, going pink. “Gerard!”

“Of course you’re not the same,” he said quietly. “We’ve had life experiences since we met, since we fell in love, since we got married. Even if we both looked the same, internally we’d be different, and I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

Shelly thought about this for a moment. “I… I guess not.”

“You haven’t let yourself go honey,” he kissed the top of her head. “You’ve given me two beautiful, healthy children. That’s so hard on the body.”

Shelly leant up on her fuzzy sock covered tiptoes, wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him hard. This took Gerard by surprise for a second but once he’d recovered he wrapped his arms around her very tightly, almost knocking her off balance.

“Keep talking to me like that and I’ll give you another one.”

He laughed and buried his face in her neck.

“There’s nothing wrong with you Gee,” Shelly murmured before taking a step back to cup his face in her hands. “You are my soulmate Gerard Way. You are almost my whole heart.”

He smiled a little. “Almost? Who do I have to fight?”

“Melody and Zack.”

“Oh. Well in that case, I think I can share you.”

Shelly giggled, leant up and nuzzled the tip of her nose against his. “I love you, in whatever form you want to take. And yes, I’m still very attracted to you.”

He hummed, and it almost sounded like a soft growl. “And I am still very attracted to you, Mrs. Way.”

Shelly went very pink. “Really?”

Gerard nodded eagerly. “Are you kidding me? Of course I am! There is nothing more attractive to me than you, however you are. First thing in the morning with no make-up and messy hair, in mismatched pyjamas? Hell, yeah please mama.”

She giggled and went even pinker.

“Seeing you wriggling into your jeans? I just wanna pull them back off of you and go to town.”

“Oh, stop,” she buried her face in his chest.

Gerard smiled a little and held her really tightly for a few minutes, kissing the top of her head and stroking her hair.

“Shelly,” he gently moved back from her and lifted her chin. “Listen to me.”

Shelly nodded.

“You will never stop being beautiful to me,” he cupped her face in his hands. “You will never stop being absolutely stunning,” he smiled, kissed her forehead and leant his against hers. “I will never stop being completely and utterly, hopelessly in love with you.”

“Gerard.”

That was more of a sigh than a word. Not that her saying his name like that was new to him. In fact, hearing her say his name like that was one of his favourite ways to hear it. It always had been. If anything, hearing his name from her mouth was his favourite thing in any capacity. Although, nowadays, hearing Shelly say his name was closely followed by the way his children called him daddy.

“Mm?”

Shelly sighed again, softly as she stood on her tiptoes again, nuzzling against his cheek. He hummed and turned his head to kiss her gently.

“This is what I’m saying about you, Gee,” she said, standing flat on her feet again. “I’m never going to stop loving you, from being in love with you, from being attracted to you. You’re my one, my other half, you know? I’m not me without you anymore. It doesn’t matter what you look like, as long as you still love me and as long as you still want to be with me.”

“Of course I do. Of course I want to be with you, of course I still love you. That’s never going to change,” Gerard tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’d still feel this way even if we didn’t have kids too.”

“If we didn’t have kids, I might still be in slightly better shape,” Shelly whispered.

“Oh, love…”

Shelly shook her head. “I love our children though Gerard, I wouldn’t give them up for the world. I love being a mama.”

“And you’re so good at it Shell. It’s clear that you were born to be a mother. I love watching you with the kids.”

“I miss the way I used to look a little bit though,” Shelly confessed with a whisper.

“And you know what? That’s okay.”

“Is it though?” Shelly moved away from him to sit on the small couch he had in the room. “I mean, I’d get it if we only had one, but we have two, so anyone would think that I would be used to it by now.”

Gerard watched her as she settled before she looked at her feet. They both stayed quiet for a few minutes before he made his way over to her, sitting on the accompanying footstool, leaning forward and taking her hands.

“Love,” he said softly, as he squeezed her hands. “It’s okay.”

“I don’t regret having our children Gerard,” Shelly said, watching their hands. “I do regret not trying a bit harder to get back to my original shape after I had Melody.”

“Shelly,” he kissed the back of each of her hands. “You didn’t need to do that then. You looked fantastic after Mels. You still look fantastic. You do so much running around after them, and me,” he grinned up at her as he said this, glad that he got a small giggle from her. “That you’re working out without really realising it. Especially when you keep picking the kids up.”

“I need to stop doing that with Mels though I think,” Shelly said with a little wince. “She’s getting so big, and I’m still small.”

“So small, baby,” Gerard leant forward to steal a kiss from her - which she more than willingly gave him. But only after a little pout. “You are. You’re still a tiny, powerful woman.”

Shelly raised an eyebrow at him. “And you’re really into that on several levels.”

Gerard just grinned. “I like being able to manhandle you and move you around a bit.”

“Hmmm,” his wife rolled her eyes and shook her head a little bit.

“So, that’s why I love that you’re small,” he kissed the back of her hands again. “Your smallness also adds to your power, you know? People underestimate you.”

“Well, they used to,” Shelly mumbled.

“I think they still do,” Gerard stroked his thumbs in circles on the backs of her hands. “There’s never really been a power imbalance between us. Yeah, I may’ve technically been your boss, but you’ve always held all of the power. At least, I’ve always thought so.”

“Hmm,” Shelly leant forward to kiss his lips once. “You have always been really good at doing as you’re told for me…”

“Mm.”

Shelly grinned a little bit. “You’ve always been such a good boy for me, baby.”

He swallowed down a soft whine. “Don’t tease me.”

“But you’re so easy and fun to tease,” she pouted playfully at him. “Plus, you tease me just as much, you know?”

Gerard snorted ever so slightly. “I don’t see how.”

“Darling,” Shelly sighed softly. “I love you. You always look good to me.”

“And you always look good to me,” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Mm, well,” it was her turn to squeeze his hands this time. “I don’t always feel good about myself. And apparently, neither do you.”

“Honestly, today’s the first day I’ve given it much thought,” Gerard admitted.

“Hm…” Shelly glanced around for a moment. “I wanna talk about this more but… Come with me?”

Gerard nodded. “To the ends of the earth, love.”

Shelly kept a hold of his hands and stood up, leading him back to the family room where they settled on the big, comfy couch together. Gerard sat down first, made sure he was fully comfortable and then held his arms out for his wife. She joined him more than happily, getting right up close so she could rest her head on his chest. He hummed, kissed the top of her head and together they manoeuvred one of the blankets from the sofa cover themselves. Naturally, Gerard initially tried to make sure that Shelly was fully covered up, but that left him a little uncovered and she wouldn’t settle for that. After a few minutes of them purposely and playfully only covering the other, they worked together so they were both properly covered and cosy. Once Shelly had finished tucking them both in and had resettled with her head against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her - one under the blanket, one on top of it, and kissed the top of her head again, quickly seeking out her forehead afterwards to kiss that too.

Shelly giggled happily. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

“So, you were saying?” Shelly asked quietly. “Today’s the only day you’ve really given that much thought?”

Gerard nodded. “Mmhm.”

“Is this because Melody called you a wizard?” Her voice was soft and gentle. “Because you know she didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know,” he nuzzled into her hair with a sigh. “I know she didn’t, but it did make me think.”

“Like I said earlier,” Shelly continued. “She thinks her daddy is magic, and she associates magic with wizards. And you know when she thinks of wizards, she thinks of Gandalf.”

Gerard hummed.

“And you only know that she thinks that because you showed her a little bit of The Lord of the Rings,” Shelly said with a small smile. “But I explained this to you earlier.”

“You did, and I know. The word association is my own fault,” he held Shelly tighter under the blanket.

“Maybe you should figure out some other magical things to show her and see what she says then?”

“I’ll do that,” he raised an eyebrow at her when he felt her gently stroking his beard. Or what of it he had anyway. “Do you want me to shave?”

“Mm, no, not on my behalf. Only if you want to,” she gently tapped the tip of his nose. “I’m not totally against it.”

“I know you never used to think much of facial hair.”

“I was always alright with a little stubble -”

Gerard grinned slightly at her. “Not when it was rubbed against your thighs though…”

Both of Shelly’s eyebrows rose. “Mm! I’m aware. But this is softer now, you look after it better. That helps.”

“Anything for you, my love,” he tilted her chin up before dragging his thumb over her bottom lip.

“Mm,” she leant up to kiss him properly but slowly.

Gerard completely and utterly relished this. He loved kissing his wife in literally any fashion but this… This was a little bit different.

It reminded him of all the times, mostly before they had kids, when they’d already gone to bed, had gone to kiss each other goodnight, but one of them almost always ended up taking it further. Or of the times when they were on tour, after they’d gotten together (obviously), and they’d finally been able to share a hotel room after some time on the road. They would always, always end up having sex, and it normally started with a kiss like this. Or, they would cuddle up together afterwards and she’d end up in his lap, naked, kissing him like this. That would always end up with them going for another round. Of course it did! She knew he couldn’t resist her when she was naked in his lap like that. Hell, even if she made her way into his lap when she was fully clothed, he found it really hard to resist her. Maybe that was because, even when she had clothes on and she ended up in his lap, he pretty much ended up with her boobs in his face. And what healthy human - no matter what gender - could resist that?

This time wasn’t that much different; the kiss was amazing… And she ended up in his lap, straddling his waist and hips. Nowadays, there was a bit more there to straddle, but… She seemed to manage, and she really didn’t seem to mind.

“Shell,” he murmured against her lips.

“Mm?”

“Behave.”

“I’m not doing anything,” she said, as innocently as she could manage, going in to kiss him again and pouting when he gently stopped her.

“Mm hm, I believe you but…”

“You still wanna talk a bit?” She brushed some of his hair behind his ear.

“Yeah, a little,” he glanced down to where she was straddling him. “This isn’t hurting you?”

“No, I’m okay,” Shelly tilted her head slightly. “I’m not hurting you?”

Gerard snorted and shook his head. “You’re not heavy, love.”

This time, when Shelly went in for a kiss, he let her.

“I always worry that I’m going to hurt you,” she whispered, leaning her forehead against his.

“And I worry about that too,” Gerard confessed. “I never wanna hurt you, you know. I’m scared that one day I’ll realise I’ve let myself go too much and it'll have gotten to the point where it disgusts you and you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

Shelly listened to his quiet words intently, and the more he spoke, the more her heart hurt. “Oh Gerard! I could never feel that way about you! There’s no way you’d ever let yourself get into that state anyway.”

“You don’t think so?”

She shook her head. “As soon as it started to affect the way you are with the kids, you’d realise that something was wrong and you’d do something about it. And I don’t think, if it got to that stage, you’d look as bad as you think you would.”

He tilted his head as he listened to her.

“But even then, I don’t think you’d ever get to that stage to begin with, so you don’t need to worry.”

“You really think that, don’t you?” Gerard found himself tucking her hair behind her ears and gently stroking it a bit.

Shelly just nodded. “Of course I do.”

“You have so much faith in me Shell.”

“Duh,” she smiled brightly at him. “That’s what got me into this situation. Believing in a little band from across the pond, from New Jersey. I believed in that band, I had faith in that band, and then I fell in love.”

Gerard couldn’t help but smile. “I’m so glad about that, you know. I can’t imagine doing any of this… Marriage and children thing, with anyone other than you.”

Shelly giggled softly, going very slightly pink. “I feel the same. I can’t imagine anyone else in the role as my husband and as the father of my children, you know?”

Gerard hummed and grinned slightly up at her. “Not even Frank?”

“Rude!” She shook her head. “No, not even Frank.”

“What about if Jamia wasn’t in the picture?” Gerard tilted his head, curiously.

“Um,” she thought about this for a moment before shaking her head. “No, I think… I think I’m always meant to end up with you. As I keep telling you Gerard, you’re my one, the other half of my soul, you know?”

“God, I love you,” he said with a soft, happy sigh. “So much. I’m so, so glad that I met you.”

“And I you, baby,” Shelly leant down to kiss him softly again.

“Are you sure that you still love me the way I currently am?” Gerard asked softly, shyly.

Shelly cupped his face in the palms of her hands and kissed his forehead, then the tip of his nose and then his lips. Gerard kissed her back, more than happily, his hands resting on her hips and waist.

“Yes, I love you as you are,” she paused before she whispered, her voice so full of shyness and insecurity. “Do you love me like this?”

He almost melted at her question, and the way that she asked it. “Shell! Of course I do! I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you - I still think you’re incredibly sexy. I still love you, so much.”

Shelly hummed softly and buried her face in his neck. Gerard kissed the side of her head and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and holding her tightly.

“If anything,” he continued quietly. “I love you more now, I’m more attracted to you now, than I have at any other point in our relationship.”

“Oh?” Shelly lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at him, doing that cute little head tilt thing that she did.

“Mm hm! I mean,” he tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “I’ve never… Not been in love with you.”

Shelly giggled softly.

“I’ve never not been attracted to you,” Gerard removed one hand from around her waist so he could trace his fingers up her thigh. “And I really do think that I’m more attracted to you now.”

“But I’ve had two kids Gerard,” Shelly said quietly. “I’m not as hot as I used to be.”

His eyes widened so much they nearly fell out of his head. “Are you kidding me? The fact that you’ve had two kids - my kids - is insanely attractive to me.”

“Why?”

“Well, first off, those are my children,” he almost growled. “I did that to you, I got you like that. You loved and trusted me enough to let me do that to you.”

Shelly giggled.

“Secondly, I know what hell pregnancy does to your body. I learnt it the first time you got pregnant with Melody, and then when you were pregnant with Zack, I re-read it to remind myself what you were going through for me.”

“For us,” she corrected softly. “I wanted another baby too. It wasn’t just your decision.”

“Mm,” he tilted his head a little so they could rub noses. “That’s true.”

“I think I propositioned you with the idea, actually,” Shelly couldn’t help it, she grinned at this.

“You’re right, but really, who am I to deny my wife what she wants?”

“There’s just something about you when you go red, Gee,” Shelly hummed, pressing herself against him a bit more. “It just… Does things to me.”

“Which in turn, makes you do things to me.”

They shared a little giggle.

“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time though.”

“Oh god no,” Gerard shook his head. “Why would I do that? Why would I deny you that? You’re incredibly persuasive.”

“Gerard…”

“No, of course I wanted another kid too,” Gerard continued quietly. “I know we wouldn’t’ve continued down that path if one of us had been unsure about it. Even if that person had been me, despite the fact that it was your body it was gonna happen to. You’re so good like that.”

“You’ve always found it very difficult to say no to me though,” Shelly shifted in his lap a little. “I do sometimes wonder if you say yes because it’s something you also want, or if it’s just because it’s something I’ve asked for.”

“I say yes because I want to, because I want those things too,” Gerard gazed lovingly up at his wife, before starting to play with her hair a little. “I normally just wait for you to bring ideas up first, ‘cause, like with the kids, it’s normally you who does the majority of the work.”

“Do you get nervous bringing things up to me?” Shelly tilted her head in curiosity, but hummed as he played with her hair.

Gerard thought about this for a moment. “Not as much as I used to. I used to get super nervous, maybe a little shy, about bringing up new things to you. But now I don’t feel so bad about it.”

“Well, that’s good!” She smiled, leant down and kissed him again. “I would never want you to feel like you can’t talk to me about anything, love.”

“I know. I know I can talk to you about anything and everything. Sometimes it just takes me a little bit to put it into words, or to find the right time to bring it up,” he shifted a little under her - not because he was uncomfortable but because… He had a hot wife and she was straddling his lap. “But I definitely find it easier nowadays.”

“I should hope so,” Shelly tried not to grin too much as she felt him shuffle under her, because she knew exactly why he was doing it. “I mean, we’ve been together long enough for us to be super comfortable with each other.”

“Yeah, I know. I mean,” he grinned slightly at her. “You’ve seen me naked. Many, many times.”

Shelly giggled. “Mm, I have indeed.”

“You’ve seen me naked like this,” he gestured down at himself.

She tutted at him. “Gerard. Stop that.”

“But -”

She cut him off by kissing him pretty hard, cupping his face in her hands again and keeping them there when she pulled away. “Listen to me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, trying to fight back a smile. She lost that fight when he beamed up at her.

“Hmm,” she murmured. “Behave.”

“I’m listening, darling.”

Shelly almost melted. She loved it when he called her that. He didn’t do it often; he normally stuck to love, sugar and babe. Darling was, to quote him, ‘quite British’ - and that’s probably why she loved it so much when he called her it.

“I love you, as you are. However you are. As long as you’re healthy, and I can keep you around for a long, long time,” she paused and took a small breath before she continued. “Because I don’t want to lose you, I don’t want the kids to lose their dad, I don’t want to lose the love of my life. I would never marry again.”

Gerard almost crumpled. “Love… If anything happened to me, I’d want you to be happy. And if that meant you remarrying, I’d be okay with it.”

Shelly just shook her head, her hands slipping to his shoulders.

“No no,” he continued. “I would want that. You have such a big heart Shell -”

“It’s why I have bigger boobs,” she added with a weak smile. “They have to protect my heart.”

“You have so much love to give,” Gerard continued, one hand on her waist and the other gently lifting her chin. “Not just as a mother, but as a partner. As a human in general. I wouldn’t want you to be alone, I wouldn’t want you to have to bottle all that up.”

She swallowed softly. “I don’t think I could love anyone else the way that I love you.”

“Then love them in a different way,” he cupped her cheek. “Just promise me you won’t be alone.”

Shelly shook her head a little, again. “I don’t need to promise you that, ‘cause I’m not gonna lose you.”

Gerard heard her voice catch, and he knew that the topic was getting to her a bit, so he dropped it. He didn’t want to upset and distress her.

“No love,” he said quietly. “I’m not willingly going anywhere.”

“Good,” she whispered.

“And because I don’t want to go anywhere, I think maybe I should work on myself a bit,” he noticed her tilt her head a bit. “Maybe get into a better shape.”

Shelly sat back a little bit, still comfortably in/on his lap, but not far back enough that he had to stop touching her. She looked a little pensive, actually.

“I know you keep saying that you love me as I am, as long as I’m healthy, and I don’t think I’m too unhealthy right now,” Gerard continued, dropping both hands to her waist.

“I don’t think you are either,” Shelly agreed. “I don’t think the doctor had anything too bad to say last time either. But, you’re right. I do love you as you are.”

“And you’re really good at showing that too.”

“I can do that again right now if you want.”

Gerard hummed and he knew his cheeks were going a little pink. “Maybe later.”

Shelly giggled in delight; at his words and at his mumbling.

“But,” Gerard cleared his throat. “I think it might be better for me in the long run.”

Shelly listened quietly and she nodded when he finished talking. “Okay. You know that I have no problem with this. As long as you’re not doing this for me. I want you to be doing this for you.”

“Well, I’m doing this partially for you,” Gerard let her go as she started to shift a little. “I mean, I want to be around for you and the kids for as long as humanly possible.”

“I mean, as long as you’re not doing this because you want me to be more attracted to you, because…” Shelly shook her head and moved so she was sitting next to him again, except maybe more bridal style with her legs over his lap. “That’s just not possible. I’m already crazily attracted to you.”

He sighed happily as she snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest. He fussed with the blanket again so they were both covered before wrapping an arm around her. His free hand sought out one of hers.

“You are so very good at being nice to me, and lifting me up.”

“It’s all true though,” she leant up a little to kiss his cheek. “But, if you want to look into improving yourself love, I don’t have anything against that. In fact, maybe we can look into improving ourselves together?”

Gerard glanced down at her and tilted his head.

“I mean, I could probably do with toning up a bit, getting a bit fitter,” Shelly confessed. “Not just for me, but for the kids too.”

“You know that I don’t think that you need to though, you know that I think you’re gorgeous.”

Shelly went pink. “I know. But I think it would do me good. I think it might make me a bit happier within myself.”

“It might be easier to keep to it if we’re not doing it alone,” Gerard said.

“Especially if we’ve gotta look at food and nutrition,” Shelly nodded. “Easier to make the change as a family than it is on your own. I’m happy to help with that.”

He leant down and kissed her softly. “Are you sure?”

Shelly nodded. “Of course. I’m happy to help you, love.”

“We’ll talk to a doctor, maybe talk to a nutritionist too?” He suggested, watching her nod. “Get some professional help so we can do it right and do it healthily.”

“I just want you to be happy, Gee, and if you want to do this to help with your mental health as well as your physical health, I am fully behind you.”

He couldn’t help it, he grinned. “Shouldn’t I be behind you?”

Shelly pretended to gasp in shock. “Mr. Way!”

Gerard laughed softly and held her tighter, burying his nose in her hair.

“Hmm… Well,” she tilted her head up a bit and felt him kiss her forehead. “That is one form of cardio we’re pretty good at.”

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