May I ask you for a one shot about what Ignis or Nyx would say or do to make their s/o be less hard on themselves? Their s/o would think they didn't deserve their bf, always thought that they weren't good enough for anyone, not putting enough effort into their jobs and didn't think people truly liked them. (I just have to say that you write bloody amazingly <3)
I decided to just write Nyx for this one, because I am in desperate need of more Nyx content. Don’t kill me for where I left the ending! That’s all I’m gonna say. Read on!
You watched him as he laid next to you on the bed, summoning fire idly in his palm. He would call it forth and then make it vanish, and you could feel the heat warming your skin. You wondered what it felt like to caress the flames.
The fire died, and he turned to look at you. “Yeah?”
You stared at him for a second, soaking in all of his features. The blue of his eyes, the angle of his jaw, the light fuzz that ran along the lower half of his face. You looked away.
“I don’t know how you do it.”
He cocked an eyebrow, rolling over to his side and leaning up on his elbow to look at you. “Do what?”
You sighed and made a sweeping gesture. “All of it. You’re part of the Kingsglaive, you’re a hero, you save lives every day. You’re…you’re just so loyal and kind hearted and perfect.” You sank a little further into the bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin. “I don’t know what you see in someone like me.”
Nyx sat up and tugged the sheets down so that you couldn’t hide.
“Don’t say that.”
You turned away from him. “It’s true.”
Nyx brought his hand to your face and turned you so that you met his eyes. “What’s got you thinking like this?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your breath started to hitch. You couldn’t help it.
“I just…you’re just so perfect. You’re a hero, Nyx. And I just…I’m no one. Half the time, I don’t even know if the people around me even like me or are just using me because I don’t know how to say no.”
Nyx was quiet for a moment. His eyes were so clear, so honest in their truth. “I like you.”
You blinked back tears. “Why?”
Nyx smiled at you, tracing your jawline with his calloused fingers. “Remember that time we went to go get ice cream at that place close to the palace, and you saw those two kids in the shop who couldn’t afford to pay?”
You furrowed your brow. “Yeah…?”
“You bought them each so much ice cream that I thought they were going to turn into sugar cones and roll away. And then you invited them to hang out with us and bought them balloon animals in the park.”
You shook your head. “Anyone would have done that for those kids. They looked so sad.”
Nyx shook his head. “No, not everyone would have. But you did. You have a beautiful heart and you care so much about the people around you. Hell, you care about people who don’t deserve it. That’s how someone like you got stuck with someone like me.”
You frowned. “Nyx—”
He cut you off with a kiss, his hand on the back of your neck as he pulled you to him. His lips were always so soft, and you let out a quiet moan as his tongue slid against yours. He finally pulled away, leaving you breathless and panting.
“I love you,” he said, looking you right in the eye. “I don’t want perfection. I don’t want the pomp and frills. I just want you. I’ve always wanted you. Don’t ever for a second forget that.”
You gave a meek nod, and he kissed you again. This time though, he rolled so that he was on top of you, and you gasped against his lips as you felt his erection poking the base of your stomach.
“Now, why don’t you let me ease those worries away, babe?” he grinned wolfishly, nipping at your neck before running his tongue along where his teeth bit into you. “I’ll make you forget everything except my name.”
Another thought: I am 99% certain that Watts is on their side. He’s a detective, he’s smart. He would have known to stay out of the whole thing so he could help them later. No one outside of station house 4 knows of his connection to Murdoch and the others yet, putting him in a really good position to help. He probably knows everything Murdoch does already (because, you know, plot). And now that I think about it, I remember either Graham or Davis saying at one point that George was the only person left at station house 4 who could help (before he got shot). I think it makes a lot of sense for Watts to show up and prove them wrong.
Either way, they’ve set him up for some Character Development™ in the next episode, which is all I wanted from this show anyway
I-65 Happiness = David Tennant seamlessly rolling in and out of Ten’s voice while reading The Feast of the Drowned (as well as many other perfect voices, including such a spot-on Mickey I forgot I wasn’t actually hearing Noel.) 😍😍😊
When people looked at Jack and his past, they assumed he was a player.
Someone who jumped from person to person, breaking hearts left, right, and centre, not caring as he moved on to the next body.
If they ever bothered to talked to the young man from Brighton, they would find out the truth. Except no one ever did, everyone just looked at him and shook their head, wondering why he couldn’t be a better man, one like Conor, the bright young man who launched into a successful music career.
And that was part of the problem.
Jack hated when people compared him to Conor, looked down at him when they praised Conor. He had grown up in his older brothers shadow, always coming second best, if that. And because he was Conor Maynard’s little brother people thought they could get stuff from him, use him to get close to Conor, or get to the money that Conor had managed to get, or even get through Conor and to the record label.
As much as Jack hated living in his brothers shadow, he never wanted people to use his brother, and so he let them use him instead. For sex, for a way into being friends with Conor, for a possible appearance on his own growing YouTube channel.
But before they could get too far, Jack dropped them, moving on to the next person willing and ready.
He adapted the player persona, he used it to his advantage, built it up as a shield around him, because no one cared enough to learn more about him, so Jack had to protect himself.
And then he met Joseph Sugg.
With Joe, Jack felt all control over everything slip away. The older man was different, because he looked at Jack. Not Jack, Conor’s younger brother. Not Jack Maynard, rising YouTube star.
He was just Jack around Joe.
And as the two grew closer, Jack felt himself opening up to Joe, revealing how he felt through his life, explaining how he was not actually a player, despite what everyone thought.
With Joe, he finally felt like he was enough. Like someone wanted to be with him because of him, not the connections that had conveniently fallen into his lap because of his family.
For a while, everything was going great, because Jack had Joe, someone who looked at him, cared for him, made him feel like he mattered.
Until Jack realized how close Joe and Conor actually were.
And the doubts and worries returned full force.
Because what if Joe was only getting together with Jack so he could get closer to Conor? Was that the plan all along? Did Joe even care about him?
Jack tried to brush off the jealousy, because no, he knew Joe. He knew that the older man did care about him. But the jealousy reared its ugly head, and Jack couldn’t control it.
“Have fun tonight?” Jack snapped at Joe when he let himself into Jack’s flat.
“With Conor. Did you have fun? Surprised you ever came over here.”
“Uhm, did we not have plans to hang out tonight?” Joe blinked over at him, confusion etched across his face.
“Figured you’d want to go hang out with the better Maynard, everyone always does.” Jack snapped again, turning and stalking out of the room.
“What the hell are you talking about? Jack! Will you look at me, please?” Joe grabbed his arm, spinning him around. “Jack, calm down!”
“Just go!” He yanked his arm out of Joe’s grasp, “Just go hang out with Conor! I get it, it was all a ploy to get to him! Fine, go right ahead! I’m done protecting him!”
“A ploy…” Joe trailed off as Jack continued to walk away. “You think I’m only dating you to get close with Conor?”
“Same as everyone else.”
“For fuck sakes.” Joe muttered, turning Jack around again, “I’m with you because I want to be with you, you idiot! I’m not dating you so I can get to know Conor Maynard, because compared to you, I could care less about Conor. So will you stop comparing me to your fucking ex’s and accept that I love you?! I don’t want to go anywhere, but if you refuse to accept that I’m with you because I want to be with you,” He poked Jack in the chest, “Then I will leave.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” Jack admitted, “And I love you too.”
Joe blushed suddenly, “I said that, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you did.” Jack smiled, reaching up to grab Joe’s hand, tugging him closer, “Sorry I thought you were using me.”
“I mean, I am, but only for your body.” Joe smirked, wrapping his arms around Jack, kissing him. “Not to get to your brother.”
“Fine, sorry for being a jealous boyfriend.”
“As long as you realize I’m with you to be with you.”
Percy felt anxious as he sat next to Annabeth in the bed of his truck. They were at a look out point to watch the sun set. It was a terrible idea, he knew that. So close to a full moon and they are still out.
Annabeth looked over at him and took his hand, giving it a light squeeze for comfort. She knew what he was thinking because she was thinking the same thing. It was getting dark way too quickly and it was their only weekend that they could get away before she left to go on a week long college visit.
“So, you want to head back?” Percy asked as he watched the sky slowly change from blue to orange.
“No. I want to stay.” She replied. “And the sunset is just about to start.”
“I know.” She sighed. “I just want to enjoy being with you before I leave for a week.”
Percy leaned over and kissed her cheek, knowing that they both needed the support for tonight.
They watched the sun set and the sky turn pink-orange before turning black. Annabeth was leaning on him, not wanting to move from her position. She was so relaxed.
“Annabeth, I think we should go.” Percy said. “Away from here.”
“It’s fine here.” Annabeth told him. “And I don’t want to leave just yet.”
“Let’s just stay, okay? I promise it’s fine.” She replied, looking up at him. Her gray eyes staring deep into his green ones.
“You know that’s not true.” He replied. “I really should be going before the moon becomes more visible.”
Annabeth sat up and looked at him. Her gray eyes becoming dull as she knew that Percy was right. He needed to leave before things got worse. She moved over and kissed him.
“Be safe.” He whispered.
“I’m more worried about you.” She smiled weakly.
“I’ll be fine.” He promised.
She kissed him one last time before he got into the car. It broke her heart that she couldn’t sleep over on her last night with him. That’s what she wanted to do the most; cuddle up next to her boyfriend and pass out in his arms.
She looked out to see the near by town, lit up. Taking one last look, she headed to the forest, knowing that she wouldn’t have control any minute.
It was the stupid curse that was placed on her family generations ago. If she could find her ancestor that placed this curse on her family, she would try to make sure that didn’t happen.
Her gut felt like someone stabbed it. She doubled over, knowing she had to let it happen and try not to resist it. The only thing she hoped was that she wouldn’t kill anyone tonight.
Percy drove back to his house, getting farther and farther away from Annabeth. He wished he could be there with her, but she told him over and over again that she wasn’t in control. He needed to be far away so she didn’t accidentally kill him.
It wasn’t that he was turned off from knowing that she was a werewolf, he thought it was kind of cool. What bothered him was that once a month, he couldn’t be near her.
But he just had to find her tomorrow morning before she went off to Harvard for the week, shadowing a student for a couple of days before heading to Princeton to do the same thing.
He pulled up into the driveway and cut the engine. It was pitch black out and he knew Annabeth was out in the woods somewhere. He just wanted to make sure that she was okay.
He got out of the car and heard a wolf howl in the distance. People in his town wouldn’t think much of it. But he secretly knew that was her, sending out a warning before going out of a hunt. At least that’s what he thinks.
“Please don’t kill anyone this time.” Percy whispered before heading inside, safe like she would want.
When Percy woke up, he looked at his phone and saw that he missed ten calls from Annabeth and twenty texts from her to call her back. He cursed as he called her back,
“Annabeth, what’s going on?” He asked.
“P-Percy I killed someone.” She sobbed. “I killed someone again. Oh gods!”
“Where are you?” He asked, sitting up, feeling more alert now. “Are you okay?”
“I’m by the look out point. Please come get me.” She hung up.
Percy jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed. It wasn’t the first time that she killed someone and woke up next to some dismantled body part. It was confusing for her since she had no idea what happened. When she was a werewolf, she had no idea what happened.
He got into his truck and booked it up to the look out point. When he got there, he saw her standing at the edge of the woods, her hair had blood in it and her face was red from tears.
Getting out of his truck, he went over to her. His heart broke as he saw her like this. But he knew she couldn’t help it.
He brought her into a tight hug, not caring about the blood. “It’s okay. You couldn’t help it. It’s not your fault.”
“P-Percy, I just killed an innocent person.” She sobbed into his shoulder. “I’m a monster. A complete monster.”
“You’re not a monster.” He whispered. “I promise you’re not a monster. Let’s bury the body and have a funeral for them. Then we can clean you up.”
She nodded, her blonde hair moving as she tried to calm herself down. It only calmed her down a bit that it wasn’t Percy, at least not this time.
Oh can you do a scenario with rid15 grimlock and his sparkling where they sort of playing wrestling and grimlock pretends to die. He just seems like kind person who'd pretend to die super dramatically when teaching his kid to fight.
Grimlock howled. He bowled over, knees buckled and optics
wide as he came crashing down next to his child.
deadpanned. “Oh my God.”
defeated me in battle,” he said. Shuffling closer, he pulled his sparkling
against him. “You will now take your rightful place as king.”
There was a
poke on his tummy and Flange couldn’t help but snicker. This happened every
time Grimlock gave him fighting lessons. It was more or less a game, and he always had to go overboard with the theatrics. Grimlock hugged Flange tight, letting out a fake sob.
- civilized, but hyper
- he’s extremely fun to be around when he’s wasted
- but when he’s just a little tipsy, be prepared for ongoing theories and sophisticated conversing
- he’s the dad of the group
- he doesn’t let anyone get too drunk, but he’s the one that provides the alcohol
- “anyone want another beer? i got plenty”
- always playing or suggesting to play a drinking game because he’s a prodigy at them and knows he’ll never lose
- “you guys are gonna get sooo wasted”
- doesn’t need you to watch over him, but he likes when you’re next to him at all times
- after a while of being drunk he gets tired and sprawls out onto the couch
- “y/n i’m so tired, let’s leave”
- he doesn’t really deal with hangovers, just minor headaches
- he’d be very flirty and kinky when he’s finally alone with you
- initiates sex almost every time he’s drunk
- if you’re not into it, he’s completely fine with that and instead, he’d take care of you
- knows you’re going to have a migraine in the morning so he massages your scalp until you fall asleep
She had only rarely seen him stare like this. It seemed like Inuyasha had just immediately accepted that things in her time were strange, and he rarely questioned it. Even when he did want to understand something, he looked at it closely and tried to figure it out for himself.
Right now, though, Inuyasha stood with an expression of pure curiosity and fascination. Kagome followed his gaze past the boxes of food he was carrying to the next street over, where two men were playing violins in front of a cafe, inviting customers in. A cheery, bright tune. The walk light had come and gone, but still the hanyou stood, watching the performers and the girl stood transfixed by the boy, whose ears were no doubt twitching under the cap he wore.
“Do you like the violin?” Kagome asked.
“Bio-len? The flute’s better but…” he started, thoughtlessly, catching himself then with a grumbled, “let’s go.”
Kagome smiled from the embarrassment on his face.
’He likes the flute, does he?’ Kagome thought as she stalked along behind the boy, making their way back to the Higurashi shrine.