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misc-obeyme · 9 months

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requesting "don't test me" with lucifer (and then she does)

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Hello, anon!

Okay, so the prompt was "Don't tempt me," but I still had him tell MC not to test him, so we got a bit of both lol. Also I know you didn't necessarily indicate an AFAB reader, but that's what I ended up doing. Hopefully that's okay!

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AFAB!MC x Lucifer with prompt "Don't tempt me."

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Warnings: cockwarming, penetration (reader receiving)

Once again, Lucifer found himself sitting at his desk doing paperwork late into the night. Everyone else in the house was either asleep or quiet in their rooms. For once, he could focus on the pile of work he still had to get through.

And he did focus, even though you were sitting on his lap with his cock snugly inside you.

Lucifer would never admit it, but he had a tendency to indulge you. When you came into his office earlier that night to sit with him, he didn’t protest. Your presence made him feel content and he enjoyed having you near him. But it was clear rather quickly that you did not intend to simply sit idly while he worked. And when you finally asked, Lucifer gave in after only a little bit of prodding.

That was how he ended up with his lap full of you, his arms on either side of you as he continued to work, your head leaning back on his shoulder. Your hands were on the desk, holding papers still for him as he wrote. He occasionally moved your hands where he needed them.

You had been doing so well, actually managing to stay still while he worked. But he noticed when you began to shift your hips every so often, like you were unable to hold yourself back from seeking some kind of friction. Lucifer didn’t acknowledge your movements, his pen never stopping.

Lucifer couldn’t deny that he enjoyed having you like this. The way your body clenched on his cock, sending little jolts of pleasure through him, made the hours of sitting at his desk a little more bearable. He never indicated this to you, his expression and movements remaining stoic as though he was unbothered by the way you were leaking all over him.

This went on for some time and Lucifer was actually impressed that you were able to cockwarm him for so long, only occasionally moving against him.

He still had quite the pile of work when it became evident that you were struggling with staying still. Your movements became more frequent and more obvious. You even let out a little whine that both concerned him and made his cock twitch.

When this happened, he said, “Be still, MC. As you can see I still have a lot of work to get through.”

“I’ve been still this whole time,” you said. “Can’t you take a break?”

Lucifer wanted to give into you immediately, but the paperwork on his desk taunted him. “No,” he said firmly. “I told you that you would have to wait until I’m finished and I am nowhere near done.”

You turned your head toward him, nuzzling into him and kissing his neck. You took one of your hands off his desk to reach up and run your fingers down his cheek. “Please, Lucifer…”

Lucifer grabbed your hand and put it back on his desk. “Don’t tempt me,” he said. His tone was strict, not flirty, and you sighed against him.

Lucifer managed to get through only a small amount of work before you started up again, shifting on his lap. He attempted to ignore it, not wanting to give in to you.

At this point, though, you had had enough and you very deliberately braced your hands on the desk so you could raise yourself up. Once you reached the tip of his cock, you sat back down in one swift motion. The feeling of finally having some movement inside you made you moan.

Lucifer dropped his pen and grabbed your hips, keeping you pressed to him. “Do not test my patience, MC.”

You still squirmed in his grip. “What about my patience?” you asked, letting just a hint of a whine into your voice. “I’m running out.”

“You should have considered that before you proposed this idea,” Lucifer said.

You groaned, now actively struggling against him. “Can’t you ever give in? Just once?”

Lucifer’s irritation with you peaked and he realized there was no way he would be able to finish his work when you were like this. He secretly blamed himself for giving into you to begin with, but there was no way he would let you think that.

Lucifer lifted you easily as he stood up from his chair, pushing you down over his desk. There was still paperwork beneath you, but he didn’t bother to move it out of the way. In that moment, he no longer cared.

Lucifer leaned over you, pressing close to your ear. “I hope this is what you wanted, MC.”

Lucifer didn’t give you the chance to answer as he stood back up, keeping one hand on your hip.

He put his other hand on the small of your back, keeping you in place as he began to thrust. He was not gentle, he was far past that, and the sounds of your whimpers only made him go faster.

You squirmed under him, no doubt overwhelmed by how deep he was inside you, hitting hard with every thrust, your body bouncing as he ramped up the pace and intensity. He was lost in your heat, feeling only the sweetness of you around him, his own pleasure building as he moved in you. The sound and scent of your arousal made him a little dizzy.

Your noises became louder as your orgasm approached, your hands gripping the desk, moving the papers that were still beneath you.

You cried out as your climax hit, your cum coating his dick as he clenched your hip hard, the hand on your back pressing down roughly.

And then Lucifer stopped moving.

You stayed sprawled over the desk, your cheek pressed against some stray paper, breathing hard as you slowly came down from your high.

After a moment you looked back over your shoulder. Lucifer frowned at you, his cock still hard inside you.

“Will you be able to sit still now?” he asked.

Lucifer lifted you from his desk, sitting back down in his chair and settling you in his lap the way he had you before. He picked up one of your hands, his fingers gently rubbing against a smudge of ink there before he placed it on top of his papers again.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Lucifer wrapped his arms around your waist and gently kissed your neck.

“I only need you to hold on a little longer,” he said quietly into your ear. “Having you here like this makes it easier for me to get through all of this work. If you can hold me until I’m finished, I will be at your mercy for the rest of the night.”

Lucifer knew what saying this to you would do and he was pleased to feel you shudder slightly. You were likely imagining him carrying you to his room, catering to your every whim, giving into you entirely, letting you have whatever you wanted from him. It wasn’t something he did often. But every once in a while, he let himself be vulnerable with you.

You re-positioned yourself for a moment, then let out a soft sigh. You put your hands on the desk, settling them back on the papers for him. “How can I say no to that?”

Lucifer chuckled, repositioning your hands a little before picking up his pen. “I will endeavor to get through the remainder quickly so I can take care of you properly.”

You settled in, your body still tired and throbbing from the orgasm you had bent over his desk. You took the time to rest as well as you could with his cock still inside you, knowing you would need your energy for later.

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builtbybrokenbells · 3 months

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LEX TALIONIS | ORSUS (teaser)

the first ever sneak peak at my first ever fic for beloved twin lane. I hope you’re just as excited for this as I am 🤍

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“What game are you trying to play, sweetheart?” He asked, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow.

“That depends… what’s your favorite?” You smirked up at him, giving a bat of your eyelashes to cement the flirtation in your tone. He gave a low chuckle, neglecting a response, instead raising his beer bottle to his lips and tilting his head back. As he drank down the liquid, your eyes drifted towards the exposed columns of his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing with each long gulp.

You couldn’t help but think about how foolish he was to expose his very lifeline to you, and although you were not a being of mythical nature and blood was not exactly your thing, you were certain that your lips, or better, your tongue settled gently atop the skin of his jugular would send him straight to his knees. You were tempted to test it out, just to see if your assumptions were correct. You could lean forward and try, but you knew it was best to wait; he would run himself in circles for a few moments before he inevitably landed himself in that exact position.

As he pulled the bottle away from his mouth, the glisten of alcohol making the plush skin of his lips glisten under the dim bar light, his eyes drifted back down towards your face before his head dropped into its earlier position. He was silent for a moment, as if he was trying to understand you better, and then he spoke softly, leaning down so you could hear him over the boom of the stereo system.

“I don’t like games at all, angel.” The sultry tone sent a shiver down your spine, but you did not let it phase you any further than that. Before he could pull away, you turned your head inwards, just enough so that your nose would brush against his. At the sudden touch, he did not shy away like you expected. If anything, he seemed to lean further into you without any hesitation. At that moment, you understood that you were not playing with an amateur; any lesser man would shy away from your strong nature. If you had to admit, him being open to the advance made your desire to play him grow even stronger. “I saw you talking to Josh. Do you think you’re being sly? Playing hard to get?” He asked, the sheer power behind his soft tone making your knees weak and your stomach twist in a knot. “Or are you trying to make me jealous?” If only he knew how extensive your evil truly was, he would never have spoken at all and instead turn away to run. His accusations were nowhere near the atrocities you were intending to commit. “What, you have nothing to say, now? Finally have you cornered?”

“Just don’t think you’d like what I have to say, is all.” You said, placing your empty cup down on the bar top without breaking the position. His eyes were boring into your own, as if he was trying to make you submit to him. In truth, you found his confidence comedic. Of course, you’d give him what he wanted, but he’d be doing you more of a favor than you were doing him. It wouldn’t take him very long to put down the dominant facade and comprehend that he was not the one with the power. “Some things are better left unsaid, Jacob.”

A flame was dancing dangerously behind his pupil, letting you know that there was much more to his character if you looked behind the mask he constantly had on. It intrigued you, making you wonder what would happen if you continued to nurse it with gasoline. Perhaps the explosion would be quite enjoyable, even for days after the disaster. Russian roulette was a game that often seemed tempting, and playing it with Jake made it all the more enticing.

The lights were low, making it incredibly difficult to place the emotion in his eye. Even then, it didn’t matter; all men were the same, and he was already caught on your hook. He was irritated, annoyed at your evasion and your intent to engage in what seemed to be a tiresome game of cat and mouse, but it was not enough for him to lack interest in you. The scent of whiskey on your breath, casted warmly over his lips was drawing him in further, making him wonder if he could still taste it on your tongue if he acted fast enough. He thought he had the upper hand, that he was the one who was charming you, but he could not seem to see that he was playing the game the exact way you wanted him to. He was blissfully unaware, and you were ready for the kill.

“If it means that much to you, Jacob, I’m sure the bathroom is free. Maybe a quick stop might convince you of where my loyalty lies.” The corners of your lips twitched upwards into a small, wicked smile. “Beloved Joshua was never offered an invitation like that, now was he?”

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umseb · 2 months

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Sebastian Vettel: Four-time F1 world champion 'speaking to' Mercedes boss Toto Wolff amid thoughts of return to grid

Sebastian Vettel says he is thinking about making a return to Formula 1 amid ongoing discussions with Mercedes boss Toto Wolff and the sport's other team principals.

The four-time world champion retired in 2022 after 16 seasons in F1, but has since been regularly linked with a possible return to the grid. Mercedes have a 2025 seat to fill following Lewis Hamilton's decision to join Ferrari, while Red Bull, the team Vettel won his four drivers' titles with, could also have a vacancy with Sergio Perez's contract expiring. Asked whether he is in the market for a 2025 seat, Vettel told Sky Sports News: "Well, potentially I am because I haven't got a drive, but the question is, am I looking for one? I think it depends on the package. I retired from Formula 1 not to come back, but I also did say that you never know, so I think it still stands. Obviously there's things that I miss, which is mostly the competition, and things that I don't miss, so that hasn't changed. Obviously life is very different if you're not involved, and I do enjoy that still. You never know where life is taking you, so maybe it takes me back behind the wheel, maybe it doesn't." Having earlier confirmed to Sky News that he has been "speaking to" Mercedes boss Toto Wolff, Vettel was asked whether he would be able to resist the lure of an offer from the Silver Arrows. He said: "I've had conversations with him (Wolff), not really about the seat. We did speak about the whole situation in short, as well. But I did speak to others, as well, because I'm still keeping in touch every now and then. I have some projects and ideas together with F1. We'll see if they will turn out or not. So I am staying in touch. I don't know. It has to be a couple more phone calls and conversations, I guess, to really find out a little bit more. But for sure it's one of the best seats on the grid. Performance-wise, Mercedes has a great track record, struggling a little bit in the last years, but then struggle and you're still second and third in the constructors', it's not like you're racing in no man's land."

Vettel tempted by Le Mans opportunity

If he were to return to F1, Vettel would currently only be the third-eldest driver on the grid, with the 39-year-old Hamilton and 42-year-old Fernando Alonso still performing at a high level. Asked what he has missed since hanging up his helmet, Vettel added: "The thrill, the speed. I think the competition mostly, really. Driving quick is not the only thing, but it's really the competition." Vettel recently tested the Porsche hypercar that will run in this year's 24 Hours of Le Mans race in June. The German said there's a possibility he could make his debut in the famous race. "Maybe. I don't know yet," Vettel said. "I've been testing. I was curious, so I wanted to see how it feels. It's obviously a different discipline. It's still racing, but it's a different car, different discipline. Lots of things that excite me, lots of different things, not necessarily just looking at something behind the wheel, but also outside the car. I am (tempted) and I'm not. I am obviously also looking for lots of other things and there's lots of other things that do interest me outside of racing."

'Hamilton Ferrari switch surprising but exciting'

Having shared intense world championship battles earlier in their careers, Vettel and Hamilton had developed a strong relationship by the time the former retired. With Hamilton set to follow in Vettel's footsteps by driving at Ferrari, the German admitted he was "surprised" by the switch. "I was surprised, like I guess most of us," Vettel said. "But exciting. Obviously he's looking for a new challenge, and it will be different to see him in red, in a different colour." The final two of Vettel's six seasons with Ferrari saw him drive alongside Charles Leclerc, who remains with the Italian team and will be Hamilton's teammate next year. Vettel is confident the pair will get along, but warns Ferrari boss Frederic Vasseur will face a challenge in managing their competitiveness. "Charles is good, Charles is easy," Vettel said. "He's very quick, very competitive, but so is Lewis, so it's more difficult, I guess, for the team to manage."

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ashtronomyys · 10 months

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Roast Chicken

The entire week had been pretty shit for Simon. A new group of recruits brought all kinds of new trouble, arrogance, and disobedience that higher-ups like him needed to wring out of the soldiers. Then about halfway through the week, Price informed him of some errors with the last round of paperwork. So, late-night tea time was spent huddled over his desk scrounging through stacks of documents till his eyes gave out on him.

And to top thing's off, the mini rec room shared between the squadron had a run-in with an ant infestation. Simon had planned to put a kettle on the stove when he rounded the corner and found Gaz spraying the bug killer along the floor.

"Oh hey! Sorry mate, looks like someone beat us to it this morning." Gaz stops to stomp on a few particularly stubborn ants hiding along the tile. "Woke up this morning to make a pot of coffee and the bastards were in the bloody coffee pot! I think I got most of them, but you might want to be careful, yeah? They were all over the counters earlier."

"Which counters?!" Simon's voice comes out harsher than intended, already fearing the worst. Sure enough, Gaz gestures along the far right counter. Simon nearly rips the handle off the cabinet while he's opening it. One look inside and the last bit of life in Simon's body leaves and shatters on the ground.

His Yorkshire tea. All the boxes he stockpiled. Now swarmed to the top with little black ants making the tea bags their new home.

So yeah, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that this week had been one of the hardest on his psyche in a long while. It was almost a blessing that the snarky little sergeant that was usually at his side was off on leave. He had the tendency to test his limits when it came to Simon. And one wrong joke with the lieutenant this week may wind up being the last one the sergeant makes.

"You sure those are the only reasons why you've been a right pain in the ass this week Simon?" Price had asked. The masked man shot daggers back at his captain.

"What else would I have to be mad about Price?" He handed the daunting stack of papers back to Price. The man chuckled behind his paper mug, hiding a smirk. "Nothing. Nothing... Well anyways, in unrelated news, Soap should be back in tomorrow! I'm sure he'd love to hear all the stories of your woes and misfortunes this week."

"Tch, I'm sure. He's not going to let me hear the end of it." He's going to have material for weeks when Gaz tells him about the yelling and crying he did when he was tossing out his tea.

"Oh lighten up Simon. You /know/, I'd hazard a guess that you actually missed the man more than you're letting yourself believe."

Simon lets out a cut-off laugh at that one. "I'd hazard a guess that you've lost it, old man!"

"Oh alright, I'm not even /that/ older than you!" Price shakes his head at him. "On that note, you're dismissed. Go and get some shut-eye," he stops to give him a once-over. "You need it."

Simon tosses another side-eye at the older man before he leaves. Once his door closes, Price groans to himself. "That boy could not come back soon enough..."

The next day, Simon wakes up with s scowl still on his face. The energy he sends off as he walks through the halls of the base sends chills down everyone's spines. It's as if he's singing the air around him with a black haze of /Do not come near me/.

That is, until the end of the day. As he nears the (now freshly cleaned out) rec room of the 141, a smell draws his attention. He can hear the sizzle of something cooking on the stovetop and the clatter of drawers being pulled. The savory smell drifts from the small kitchen and spills out into the hallway, tempting Simon to investigate further. Like a moth to the flame, he enters the room in a hunger-driven daze, coming to a stop at the entrance.

Oh, of course, that's who was drawing him in. It was honestly pretty comical how domestic the sight Simon walked onto was. Johnny had his back to him while he stirred a pan on the stovetop. A radio played some generic, slow tunes and he swayed his hips to the rhythm while he cooked. He must've just come back, seeing as he was still wearing his civies (a generic grey tee and figure-hugging pair of jeans) and his duffel bag was sitting on the couch.

Here, the sizzle of the skillet was even louder. The aroma of sauteed meat and spices was overpowering now, causing Simon's stomach to rumble. Johnny whipped his head around, his face lighting up when he saw who was by the entrance.

"Heyya Lt! Where've ye been?! I didn't see ya with the welcoming party at the gate." He turned to lower the heat on the stove, letting the food simmer. Turning back to Simon, he crossed his arms and gave the man an accusatory look, jutting the side of his mouth with his tongue as he spoke. "If ah' didn't know any better, ah'd say you didn't even miss me!"

"You wish Johnny," Simon huffed. "Been busy. Training ran late and a few of the soldiers needed a little... we'll say /positive reinforcement/" That positive reinforcement being several laps around the training field for a few too many pointed remarks about the mask.

"Aah, so that's yer excuse," Johnny jabs back. He bounds up to the lieutenant, not backing down despite the heated glare he gets from him. Instead, he comes up and fist bumps his shoulder, a lopsided smirk playing on his face.

"Bah, ah'm sure it's nothin' my ole Lt couldn't handle, aye?" He pats his back, his hand staying there as he transfixes Simon with a more serious stare. "Well anyways, it's good to see ye again, Si."

Simon doesn't know what it is about Johnny, but it's moments like this where the older man questions just how the hell he ended up in a situation like this. The hand on his back almost seems to soothe the embers that have been on fire ever since this week started. It's as if all the stress and tension he's held onto begins to slide off his shoulders the second Johnny blinds him with that wide, toothy smile.

God, he's so fucked.

A louder grumble from his stomach breaks the silence between the two. Johnny jumps excitedly, the thought of his food likely brought back to his mind.

"Oh! Are ya hungry?! Ah' almost forgot, I brought some leftover roast my ma and I made. C'mon, ye've got to try it!" He's already moving to fix a plate up for him before he can even respond.

Fuck it, he could give in to the seargant and pig out after the week he's been having.

With the dish finally in front of him, he has to admit, it looks pretty damn appetizing. Pieces of leftover chicken roast with traces of ground pepper, garlic, thyme, lemon, and other ingredients mixed in with carrots and other vegetables greet him. Johnny makes his own plate, leaving Simon to try it for himself.

He skewers a piece of the chicken, lifting the edge of his mask up and bringing it to his face. The first bite of the savory meat nearly elicits a groan from Simon. Maybe it's the stress he's been under, or maybe it's just that good. Either way, he finds himself getting lost in the dish.

Something about the chicken and the way it was prepared brings back memories of his own childhood. It wasn't often that they'd have the time or energy to indulge in very many different kinds of dishes. He still remembers one of the rare off chances that they did, barely tall enough to see over the counter but still helping his mom labor over the roast. Knocking into his brother Tommy who kept wanting to fight him over who got to do what. Simon watched one of the few fleeting moments of joy from his childhood as if he were watching an old recording. It was like he was living through the experience again, decades of trauma and heartache a distant sting. The taste of freshly roasted chicken on his tongue bringing back memories of the chill in the winter air, the soft glow of fire in the furnace, the soft vibration of his mother's laugh...

"...ye alright Simon?" the sergeant had gently asked. Simon jolted from where he sat, blinking away the wetness from his eyes. Since when the hell had he been crying?

The man cleared his throat, voice coming out more hoarse than he would've liked it to be when he spoke. "Y-yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'm uh..." His tone shifted back into the gravely vibrato he usually uses. His heartstrings felt rubbed raw from the vision. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

He stole a brief glance back toward Johnny. The man was sitting across from him at the table (and since when did he get there?). He stared back at him with wide eyes and a slice of chicken hung limply from his fork.

"Ehm... right, emm... no reason." He also cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, no doubt trying to shake off the uneasiness hanging in the air. "So um, h-how do ye like the food?"

The soft smile he gives Simon manages to settle some of his fried nerves. One of the nice things about the seargant is how swiftly he can handle the perturbances that seem to follow him. Either be a shoulder to cry on or give him the space he needs. Simon figures he ought to return the favor, at least try and lighten the mood a little. "Hmm, could've used less garlic."

Johnny actually gawks at him for that response. "Wha- /rude/!" Simon's happy to see the man break into a laugh, throwing his head back and shaking. "Ya fuckin' bawbag!" SImon doesn't hide the smirk that begins to spread across his face.

"Ach well, I was trying to follow my ma's recipe. She popped in to help towards the end but ehm, maybe ah've got a bit of learning to do still." He chuckles, but Simon notices the way his gaze drops back down. How his eyes bore into the chicken, self-doubt emanating off the man. Whether over the chicken or Simon, he can't tell.

"It's perfect Johnny," the lieutenant speaks just above a whisper. "It's my favorite actually, reminds me of home." There's another pause before he continues. "You should make it again sometime."

Their eyes meet again. Brown eyes, typically dark and gloomy and hiding layers of suffering shine brightly in the dying light. And bright blue eyes, who's edges usually give way to tumultuous, rocky waves soften into a rooted, tranquil state.

"Och, of course. Anytime Si." Johnny pushes out from the table. Grabbing dishes to stack in the sink, he pats Simon's shoulder as he passes by. Any lingering stress hanging in him melts away at the touch. "Glad to be back Lt."

He hums in acknowledgement. Simon relaxes into the seat and watches him deftly drown plates and pans into the sink water.

"Glad to have you back Johnny." He's rewarded with a beaming smile thrown back over his shoulder. And a nice view of Johnny swaying his hips to the music in pants that really fit him way too well.

/Fucking Christ/, he's so fucked.

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Once again got inspiration after one of Samuel Roukin's live signings. Someone asked what his favorite dish was and he proudly exclaimed "my mom's roast chicken!" So now it's Simon's favorite as well, sorry I don't make the rules.

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another-clive-blog · 4 months

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I know that I already sent an ask earlier but I haven't decided on a request then. I have an request of a fanfic being about Clive and co hanging out at the bookstore. Like maybe Clive and Luke are looking at some puzzle books together as a way to see who could solve the most.

Thank you so much !! That's such a great idea too !!! The siblings ever ;^;

Alright so this one is longer than usual ! It starts with light-hearted fun, then gets a bit angsty, and then a bit fluffy at the very end. Featuring Clive, Luke and Flora having a puzzle competition and talking a bit about emotions !! (Yes Clive does try. He's less mean here than I usually write him ahah)

It takes place at the library in Chinatown. Layton, Clive, Flora and Luke take a break there before heading to the towering pagoda =)

"This has been nice, but we should go back to our investigation now," Big Luke said politely, although these distractions were starting to be quite the bother. Could you blame him ? All of them were wasting precious time with people and activities that didn't matter, unlike his plan- which was exactly why they should focus on the investigation and quit running around in that stupid library.

"Stop being such a partypooper," Little Luke pouted, "you're giving me a bad name."

Big Luke almost choked. A partypooper ? Him ?? "I beg your pardon ?"

"Well, you're me." Little Luke explained, as if this was somehow the concept Big Luke was failing to grasp.

"That's not-"

"Which means," Little Luke added with a smile, "that I know you love libraries. Because I do ! And the professor said that we could stay here for a few more minutes, so we should take a look and have fun !"

Of course the professor had said so. He was probably busy borrowing hundreds of books he would never be able to return.

Apparently, Little Luke had decided to be annoying today. "Well, that's what I'm gonna do anyway. If you want to stop looking so miserable, you can always join me." He didn't wait for an answer, quickly leaving with a wide grin.

"Wh- miserable ?!" Big Luke- scratch that, Clive was offended. He was not miserable : he was just... standing right outside the store. With his arms crossed. And a frown on his face.

Because they were all annoying !! Not because he was a partypooper. And he would prove it to that brat ! "Alright, you asked for it. Hey Little Luke, I have a fun idea !"

Luke's face brightened with joy when he saw his future self join him among the rows of books. "Yeah ? What is it !"

Oh, Clive would absolutely wipe that excited smile off his face. "Let's see if we can find a book about puzzles. Maybe we could have a competition !"

Luke was practically jumping up and down now. "I'll look in this pile of books !!" He said before immediately diving in.

Wow, the kid was... really into puzzles, uh ? And here Clive thought that he was following the professor around solely for the title of apprentice : maybe there was more to it than a kid trying to feel important.

It- eh, it didn't matter. He was absolutely going to beat the brat at his own game.

Big Luke started looking among the books right in front of him. He didn't know any of these books- he didn't even know if there was a book about puzzles here. He had only supervised the city's construction : he had asked for a library, not what was inside. Who had decided on that ? Dimitri ? The books were mostly about science, so Dimitri probably had-

"What are you looking for ?"

Big Luke almost screamed, but he didn't. He was a twenty three-year-old man, a criminal, a gentleman, and most importantly- he was in a library. "Can't you keep your voice down and behave a little ?!"

Flora giggled. "Oh, I'm sorry. It was just too tempting, but you're right. I shouldn't have surprised you like that."

Clive took a deep breath and pushed away the seven first replies that came to mind. "No, it's quite alright. I'm sorry too. What was your question ?" Big Luke asked with a barely strained smile. Why were they all testing his patience today ? They -purposefully ?- made it incredibly hard to keep up the act.

"It's fine !" Flora smiled. "I was wondering what you were doing. Little Luke seemed very excited, and he only ever acts like this when the professor gives him an especially difficult puzzle."

He... did ? "Uh. We were- we were looking for a book about puzzles. To have a puzzle competition." Big Luke stammered like an idiot. Very uncharacteristic, she was definitely about to call out his bluff now.

"Really ?! Can I join you two ?" Flora's voice was maybe a bit loud, but Clive decided to let it go.

Big Luke smiled serenely. "Sure, why not ! But we have to find that book first."

Flora enthusiastically nodded, a delighted smile on her lips. "I'll go look this way !!" And with that, she left a confused Big Luke behind.

Alright, that was... weird. Either these kids loved puzzles to a concerning amount, or... or what ?

Maybe this was a trap. They were trying to get him to slip up, reveal too much by acting so weird around him. Maybe they were glad he gave them a way to figure out if he really was Luke, because there was no way these kids weren't going to beat him- they were basically fed puzzles since birth. He was going to get absolutely destroyed.

Well, it was too late to back down now. All he could do was try his best at the puzzles and not act suspicious : and if this whole thing turned sour, he could always escape and get to the mecha first. He knew this town better than they did, knew all of its secrets.

Alright, alright, get it together. It didn't have to come to that. Maybe they wouldn't find the book before the break was over. Maybe there wasn't even a book to start with-

"I found it !" Luke yelled from the other side of the story and quickly apologized when gently hushed by Layton, busy reading a huge encyclopedia.

Oh, great.

-_-_-_-

"Yes ! Another win for me !!" Flora celebrated, and Luke shot her a nasty look, trying his hardest not to pout. With this victory, Flora and Little Luke were back to a tie.

And Big Luke was one puzzle behind.

It wasn't catastrophic. His opponents had far more experience and the greatest mentor anyone could have asked for, while Clive had none of that. He was doing pretty well, given the context.

But he needed to do better.

"Alright, that was well played," Little Luke finally smiled. Flora's joy was contagious, and he was having fun anyway. This puzzle competition was a great idea !

"Thank you," Flora said before turning to Big Luke with a grin. "Your turn !! Here is your puzzle, Big Luke..."

Clive frowned, staring at the page. It wasn't an easy one- of course it wasn't. They had deliberately chosen the hardest section of the book, these little brats. 'So that we get a bit of a challenge,' according to them.

Clive was already dealing with far too many challenges- for example, him pretending to be Big Luke. That one was going just great. What were they going to think, if he couldn't solve that puzzle ?

Because he couldn't, despite how much he tried. None of his attempts worked, none of the hints helped. He was going to fail. What should he do now ? Maybe-

Little Luke and Flora shared a concerned glance, before Luke suddenly closed the book.

Big Luke startled, looking at him in confusion. "I wasn't done," he pointed out.

Little Luke didn't say anything, only avoiding his gaze, so Flora did. "You're not having fun," she simply explained.

"What ?" Oh, he was done for. Luke loved puzzles, Luke wouldn't stop a puzzle competition because he wasn't having fun. "Of course I am. I-"

Flora held her hands up, interrupting him. "It's fine ! With Luke, we thought that... erm..."

"You're really struggling," Luke finished. "...It's because of the Professor of the future, isn't it ? You don't like puzzles anymore."

Clive just stared.

"It's hard not to notice differences between you and Little Luke," Flora gently explained. "But you seem... less enthusiastic. About puzzles. And... us, too. So we thought..." She got quieter and quieter, before she stopped speaking entirely.

Something finally clicked in Clive's mind. "Oh no- no no no ! It's not- I'm not- It's okay."

"Is it ?" Little Luke asked in a small voice. "You don't look okay."

"Things have been-"

"Are you okay ?"

Clive fell silent. Why were they asking him that ? They truly believed he was Big Luke, which meant that he didn't matter to them. The narrative here was that they were trying to keep this future from worsening and then they would go back to their own time. Big Luke was supposed to disappear, one way or another.

Maybe... maybe that's what scared them. The idea that things would disappear, that change was unavoidable- that familiar and pleasant things would become a source of pain. It was- it was a lot for a child, Clive realized.

He remembered things being a lot as a child.

"You will be," Clive gently told him.

"You didn't answer," Flora pointed out. Now that he really looked for it, Clive noticed that she sounded quite unhappy too.

They really were worried and scared.

Clive didn't know how to handle this. He wasn't really big on emotions and feelings or whatever, and why would he be ? It's not like stupid Dimitri and him would talk about their lives around a nice cup of tea.

But he couldn't just brush them off. "Listen," he sighed, "I don't know. Things are a bit crazy right now, so it's hard to say. We'll know in a few hours, I guess."

The kids still looked sad, but nodded nonetheless. Great, so his job was done. "How are you two doing ?" Clive asked, for some reason, although he had decided he was done.

Probably to make his whole Big Luke lie more believable.

"I'm... a bit scared," Flora admitted. "Well, not scared- I know the professor will fix everything. But things here are still... concerning. And sad."

Clive nodded before staring at Little Luke : the latter kept his head down. "I'm not scared. We're going to fix everything here."

Well, that sure sounded familiar.

He was supposed to answer, wasn't he ? What would someone who wasn't him say ? "It's... okay to be scared. It's a lot to deal with, and no one expects you to fix it all on your own," Clive said. Constance... used to tell him that. Why was he only remembering these words now ? "But whatever happens, you'll be okay. My life kinda sucks, but yours don't have to. Change the things you can change, learn from people's mistakes, talk to others, I don't know. Just don't let it end that way." Well, that part was not Constance's.

Flora laughed. "You're still very bad at comforting people."

"Hey !"

Clive smiled. "Some things never change."

"I'm very good at comforting people !" Little Luke protested. "I can prove it ! Bring me someone who's feeling bad !!"

"I'm good," Flora said, and she sounded genuinely happier.

"Well, Big Luke ?" Little Luke stared at him. "You did say that your life... uh..."

Clive scoffed. "I'm not asking a 13 years old for advice."

"You're just scared I'll be better than you, again," Little Luke smirked.

Clive crossed his arms, mocking his friend. "No, I'm not. And you know what ? Let's redo this puzzle competition. I'm going to beat you this time."

Flora hesitated. "Are you sure ? The professor-"

"The professor is busy," Clive replied. "What, are you two scared of losing ? That's pathetic, truly-"

Little Luke was already opening the book, looking for a new puzzle. "Alright, but you asked for it. If the professor wants to ground someone, I'm not the one who started this thing." He seemed even more excited than the first time.

"This is so much fun !!" Flora clapped her hands, waiting for the first puzzle.

Surprisingly, Clive found himself agreeing with her.

#Two overwhelmed kids and a traumatized guy walk into a library-#Anyway here you go !! =) I believe you wanted fluff so I tried to do mostly that. But in case there's also angst #I think there is much more to explore about their relationship. Especially the whole Little Luke and Big Luke deal. Lots of potential #I should try to do more stuff about them. I know I want to do more stuff about Clive and everyone but like. Clive and Luke. The brothers <3 #clive dove #luke triton #flora reinhold #professor layton and the unwound future #professor layton and the lost future #unwound future spoilers #lost future spoilers #My writing #Ask

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FInwe in the third age part ii

Over the next few days, the injured elf woke only briefly, saying confused phrases, or moaning in pain. Elrond considered whether it would promote peace in the valley if the only one present in the room who spoke no Quenya, so they could spread no rumors. But that would further distress the patient, and Elrond did not want him - whoever he was - to be upset, or to be tempted to go out and find answers. So there was always someone in the room who spoke Quenya, a nurse or a child of the Exile or a member of Elrond's family, with instructions to alert Elrond immediately if the patient was able to converse. (And to tell no one what they overheard, "for the sake of the stranger's privacy.")

It was nearly a week before Elrond was able to test his suspicions with anyway other than Glorfindel's sketches. Elladan had rushed to his study with the news that the patient was awake and impatient to know what was going on.

"Good afternoon, I'm glad to see you're feeling recovered. I am Elrond Peredhel, lord and chief healer of Rivendell."

"Yes, your son mentioned. I'm sorry, you seem familiar somehow but I can't think of any hall called Rivendell in Aman."

"I am not surprised you haven't, it's a long way from Tirion and we have not met before. I know you just survived a very stressful situation, but I have to ask you some questions to make sure you're oriented before I can explain."

"Even before you can tell me if anyone else survived the attack? The one in here earlier said it's been days, is there no word of my grandsons?" The patient began to push himself out of the bed as he said this.

Elrond pushed down on his shoulder, the weight too much for the injured elf to lift. (It's not treason to give your king medical care, and it's not like I ever pledged him my service. Elrond reminded himself. It feels like blasphemy, but when has that stopped me?) "Do NOT try to stand or sit! Your belly was torn open, and any further movement could tear it again. And as for your question, I could answer it better if I knew who you were."

"I'm Finwe! King of the Noldor and lord of Tirion - though currently Nolofinwe is ruling it. How do you not know that? Even the few Noldor I haven't spoken with should have seen me at festivals."

Elrond ignored the question. "It's good that you recall that. You were the only member of your family injured in the attack. Now, can you talk me through what you remember happening?"

Finwe sighed in relief. "That's good. I remember there was darkness. But deeper than I'd seen anywhere in Valinor, even in caves. Deeper even than a cloudy night in the forest beside Cuivienen. It was terrifying, and strange, and impossible. I told Maitimo to find his brothers and run, but something was coming. I stayed to fight it off, or at least buy time."

"That was very brave."

"What else could I have done? The attacker - surely you must know, your son didn't seem surprised when I told him to warn everyone - it was Melkor. The Dark Hunter has returned to his evil ways. He kept asking where Feanor was, and the Silmarils. I would not help him, but I have not fought since I hunted my meals underneath the stars. Melkor is a Vala, with all their might, and he overpowered me. The last thing I recall is seeing him walk away into the house. And then waking up here, among strangers."

Elrond nodded. "Thank you. Now, what I'm about to say will likely seem very shocking, but I must recommend as a healer that you do not make abrupt movements. Your body is still weak, far more so than your soul is accustomed to."

"What news could be that shocking, after being attacked in my home?"

"You are not in Valinor anymore, but instead are in Middle Earth. You can see for yourself out the window, that the stars are far clearer than they would be under the Trees."

"How did I get here? It must have taken months - did Melkor have me captive?"

"I have no more idea how you got here than you do; my people found you dying and half drowned on the banks of the river. You have been unconscious for nearly a week, and in that time we have seen no trace of anything that brought you here, nor any tracks leading from the site."

"But - if it's been a week, how has news reached you from Valinor? Even if Feanaro followed his plan to return to these lands, it would take months to sail."

"That is the second piece of shocking news, and the hopefully the last one of such magnitude. It has been over seven hundred years since Morgoth attacked Formenos, by the count in Valinor under the Trees. You were believed to be dead."

"That's impossible."

"And yet, it happened."

"Am I supposed to just take you at your word on this?"

"I do not give my word lightly, but I shall if you request it and will refrain from straining yourself trying to investigate shadows that aren't there."

"Do so, if you are not a servant of Melkor."

"I swear by Varda and by Ulmo that I have not lied to you, and that I wish for you to recover from your injuries. There is much I have not told you yet, as the tale of three Ages is long indeed, but I will tell you in time."

Finwe still lay there glaring at Elrond, but he made no move to get out his bed. "And how much time will it take before you tell me of my family?"

"There is little I can say for certain about how they are, as we do not have frequent news from Valinor. Artanis dwells on these shores, and rules Lothlorien with her husband. I married their daughter Celebrian, and so my sons and I are your family as well, but no one else is in Middle Earth."

"I am surprised Feanor did not come here, even after so long as you say it has been."

"He did, to avenge your death as much as to find a land where he could be free, but Melkor killed him as well."

"How convenient that all the people I would recognize are far away."

"No, it's not, as if you worry less you will heal faster. I suppose there is one. Do you know Glorfindel of - of the Golden Flower?" of Gondolin would mean nothing to Finwe.

"I think Turgon has a friend named that, have they started coming up with fancy titles when out on the town?"

"You could say that. He is the captain of Rivendell's guard, but could be spared from his duties long enough to speak with you."

"Fine, send him in."

#finwe in the third age #silm #my fic #silmarillion #elrond #finwe #Elrond sent a messenger bird to Galadriel as soon as he confirmed that the sketch matched #''hey your dead grandpa just showed up looking like he lost a fight with morgoth - any tips?''

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on my knees rn for part 2 of the ‘hooked’ deathslinger fic plsss🥺🙏🙏

Hooked (2) || Caleb Quinn

AHHHH I have been wanting to do this forever, this request was exactly what I needed to convince me!

Afab Reader! Warnings: blowjob, Caleb calls you a slut, pretty much this entire thing is nsfw.

Part 1

"Now, how about you return the favor?"

You weren't sure how much more of this you could handle. Your body was tired, but the pulsing sensation in your core only told you how badly you needed more. You knew what Caleb wanted, and the lustful, dominant fire in his eyes had you falling to your knees in front of him. Your legs were wobbly, your hands gripping Caleb's thighs to support yourself.

"Y' look beautiful like that, sweetheart; on your knees like the little slut I always knew you were." His words were enough to make you moan quietly, the quiet sound followed by a surprised gasp as Caleb grips your hair in his hand and pulls you forward until your face was only inches away from his cock. It was slick with your juices from earlier, as well as the precum that was already dripping down Caleb's shaft. Your mouth was open slightly, your tongue running across your lip as you wrap your hand around Caleb's thick shaft and pump his cock at a teasingly slow pace.

"Fuck... Y' better not be playing with me, doll." Caleb warns, his hand--which was still tangled in your hair, tugging just hard enough to elicit a whine from your slightly parted lips. You knew better than to test your luck, but the urge to tease Caleb until he broke down completely was just so tempting.

Caleb had already had his fun, it was your turn now.

For now, you comply with Caleb's unspoken demands, starting with a light kiss on his tip. Caleb groans, precum leaking from his slit- which you're quick to lick up, savoring his taste on your tongue. "Jesus- y/n... G-Get to it, already." Caleb hisses through clenched teeth, clearly trying as hard as he could to hold himself back. Glancing up at the killer, you could see the desperation in his eyes, in the way his hips bucked each time you ran your tongue over his tip... Despite Caleb being much stronger than you, a literal murderer, you had never wanted to break someone more than you did right now.

You wrap your lips around the tip of Caleb's cock, earning a quiet grunt from him as his hips jerk up. The hand holding your hair immediately pushes your head down, forcing more of Caleb's cock into your mouth. Tears brim in your eyes as Caleb pushes your head down further, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. "Shit... takin' me so well, knew you could handle me." Caleb growls. A single tear manages to escape and roll down your cheek as your eyes squeeze shut. Caleb notices this, your struggle only furthering his arousal. He chuckles, his tone dripping with mockery, but you took note of the way Caleb loosened the death grip he had on your hair.

"My dick's so good you're crying? I'm flattered, sweetheart." Caleb's words were like fuel to the fire in your core, your hand leaving his thigh to rub at your throbbing clit, a moan escaping you and sending a vibrating sensation down Caleb's shaft. Caleb moans loudly at the sudden feeling, tossing his head back as an unbridled groan left his lips. His hips jerk up; you could tell Caleb was getting close.

"Goddamn baby girl- Do that again. Now." Caleb's tone was demanding, but beneath his commands you could hear a desperation you've never heard from Caleb before. Pleading, begging... All because of you. God, you wanted to ruin this man even more. One of the entity's killers; tall, terrifying, melting from your touch.

You rub at your clit harder, overstimulating the already sensitive bundle of nerves and causing you to moan again. Caleb can barely speak as you moan around him once more, finding his words just in time to warn you that he was-

"Fuck- cumming-!" You didn't have much time to prepare yourself before Caleb shoots his load down your throat, his hand keeping your head pressed against him as he shoves his cock as deep into your mouth as it will go. He was practically fucking his seed down your throat. Your eyes roll back, tears of ecstacy and struggle streaming down your cheeks and dripping down onto your chest. Once Caleb was satisfied, he pulls your head off of him, brushing your hair with his fingers in a way that seemed almost too soft for the killer. Through his exhausted pants, Caleb chuckles. He brings his free hand to wipe away your tears, looking down at you with those piercing white eyes of his. Caleb speaks up in a low tone; his words spoken in a way that, even though no one else was around, they were meant for your ears only.

"God, y/n... y' got me hooked on you."

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight smut #deathslinger dbd #the deathslinger smut #the deathslinger #caleb quinn smut #caleb quinn #caleb quinn dbd

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Sin Eaters Part 7

As promised @cljordan-imperium a new chapter just for you, right before the holidays.

Warnings: talks about sex, mentions of death

After the almost interrogation by Melleis Talindra was happy to have a moment on her own at the border between the backyards and just watch the people come and go while sitting on the stone fence. At least she was a bit wiser now about how to deal with the situation at hand regarding what the higher ups expect of them after hearing how others do it. Still, she had no real idea what the deal with the horns was because Melleis just grinned and stated she will learn fast enough since she was a horned one herself. Her inkling that full grown horns become more sensitive than those stumps she had all her life became bigger and she started to get tempted to test it with Wynthan.

“What are you thinking about with this wicked smile, my little devil?”

Wynthan stepped next to her, a step behind her still, with laughter in his voice. She craned her neck to see him and let out a small, surprised squeal. If Wynthan was already good looking with the long hair tight up in his neck, the short hair with a wild long streak framing his face on the right side he was now handsome as fuck.

“Going through all the things Mel and I discussed, but damn you look good.”

A bit sheepish he pushed the longer part of hair behind his ear, or at least tried it because it was too short. Kimesnin clearly just left it long enough to frame his face and give him a little rebellious air, emphasizing his clear-cut cheek bones but not long enough to make it a hassle. Talindra snickered and reached out to let her hand wander through the short hair. He stopped her midair.

“I don’t think we are at this level of our relationship yet”, he joked.

“But you wanted to do something earlier.”

“I think pulling a prank is a different thing than letting your fingers run through a person’s hair, don’t you think?”

She crunched her face but yielded.

“Yeah, I give up.”

Slowly Wynthan put her hand down and leaned in to press a kiss on her forehead. She just sat there and blinked at him in response. His smile drew her in, and she slowly turned around to face him completely.

“What was that?”

“I just… felt like doing it…”

The smile flickered as a wave of confusion washed over his face. Talindra put her hands on his shoulders and tilted her head slightly. His hands came to rest on her hips, his thumbs pressing slightly into it and made her feel hot and cold at the same time.

“You are acting on an impulse? I thought you were too controlled for this.”

The smile came back full force. Slightly he leaned in again until only half a hand width was between their faces.

“I am less controlled sometimes than you might get the impression the last twenty-four hours. I just like to stay alive.”

“I copy this. I am slightly clingy when it comes to staying alive”, Talindra joked.

“Good, because I am afraid mom will rip my head off if something happens to you. She took a liking to you even faster than she did to Mel or anyone else.”

“Anyone else?”

“You didn’t consider I have more siblings than Gil?”

“I was busy with a nosy Sin Eater.”

“Apology accepted”, he snickered and closed the last distance.

Almost instantly Talindra wrapped her legs around his and took a deep, relaxed breath.

“Gil gave me an idea what this connection is between the two of us.”

“So?”

“We need to ask one of the elders, but if I remember right the bits and pieces it explains why we trust each other and why we sense each other but not the rest.”

“You mean the attraction.”

“Yes.”

She felt his hands moving from her hips to her back. His thumbs started drawing circled over her shirt that ignited something in her blood she hasn’t sensed in ages. Her body reacted with running hot in the most literal way. Wynthan’s snicker relaxed her.

“You are literal a little devil. Keeping secrets still from me.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You also have fire, don’t you?”, he breathed into her ear.

“Only a little. I can’t really control it. Just enough to not burn me.”

One of his hands moved higher where her spine laid closer under the surface close to the neck and softly pressed a finger onto it. She yelped, jolted into him, and felt something surging through her hot and fierce that was clearly no arousal.

A second later Talindra breathed a deep breath of freedom. In a strange way it felt as shackles had been taken from her chest and she could breathe freely for the first time.

“What did you do?”

Her voice still shaky she tried to look at him, but Wynthan held her in his embrace.

“Helping you with your magic. Your fire was blocked because you are a horned one trying to pass as human.”

He stopped to nestle his face into her shoulder and sigh.

“That was this relieving sensation…”

“Just breath and sit for a moment. You might feel dizzy for the next hour.”

“How did you know what to do?”

His laughter vibrated in her body in a good way.

“Funny thing about our kind. Our magic sometimes gets blocked like muscles get cramped. Knowing where to press for each kind of magic is basic knowledge for all of us. Fire is up here. Earth down here…”, Wynthan pressed gently on the small of her back right above her ass and moved to the middle of her back right underneath the level of her ribs, “Here is the area for water, and air user get really funny.”

“Funny?”, Talindra repeated.

A moment later she felt his thumb on the base of her head, gently tapping the spot. She felt her magic immediately reacting to it with a soft wave inside her body. With a smirk she lowered her arms and wrapped them as good as possible around his waist.

“That means, I need to remember to massage your back well.”

A soft hum was the answer. She felt him smiling and anticipated him to pull another silly thing.

“You know, I might haven an idea where the attraction part comes from.”

“You do?”

Wynthan lifted his head from her shoulder what made her whimper subconsciously. He simply raised his eyebrow at her but kept his remark to him.

“We both have fire. No one knows why but those with fire magic are always more likely to be drawn to each other.”

Talindra started to get where his thoughts were going.

“The weird connection and us both having fire is what this is all about?”

“This is the current working theory. We can’t say for sure until we met with an elder and until then..”

She squinted at him not amused.

“I am afraid I know what you want to say now.”

“What do you think?”, he teased her with another kiss on her forehead.

“Not going further like this here until we talked to an elder.”

“That’s my smart little devil.”

“I hate you.”

“I hope you don’t.”

“Why?”

The spark of mischief in his eyes gave Talindra goosebumps in anticipation. He brushed his nose over hers.

“You know waiting makes things more exciting.”

“And?”

“And you forget the Festival of the Eternals is soon. We should sort it all out until then.”

“What is so special about it? It’s boring”, Talindra lamented.

“Maybe on the human side of the city but not in hell. We celebrate it with stories, good food and drinks, little games, and I am sure you will be especially fond of the nights.”

“Color me intrigued.”

“There are always houses and apartments empty and prepared for Sin Eaters during the festival. The nights are for the adventurous singles.”

The way he smirked and played with his eyebrows as he stated this gave Talindra the feeling it was meant exactly the way she understood it.

“It’s an adults only event at night.”

“It is. With special performances and many things, I don’t want to tell you beforehand.”

Leaning back to get some space between them Talindra tried to remember when the festival would be. Wynthan waited patiently for her to come up with it.

“Three weeks?”

“More or less, yes”, he confirmed, “But this gives us a lot of time to get to know each other and sort things out.”

“I have the feeling you have a plan beyond this.”

The grin on his face was beyond naughty and Talindra was baffled it was even there after all. From what she had noticed so far, she thought he would stall everything physical.

“I do, but I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

“What changed?”

This sudden change made her skeptical and the fact he nodded and licked his lips before answering told her there was some recent event that changed his careful approach to this straightforward one.

“I had a longer talk with mom and Gil while she cut my hair. You probably got told from Mel how she and Gil are as couple?”

With a small nod Talindra confirmed it and nudged him to continue.

“It appears I might have been a bit too careful. With you being on the same page as me and us clicking right away like to cogs meant to work together we still need to watch out of course, but not as much. The higher-ups care for only one thing: children. If they get them from us because we are actually in love, or just have sex like some crazy rabbits or if I would force you as I got trained to, they don’t care.”

Her gaze dropped down to her lap. The deep breath she took went through her whole body before she nodded.

“I see. No walking on eggshells.”

“No walking on eggshells. No game of hiding. It is not uncommon for horned ones to take their partners to the festival on our side. Many children happen to come into this world like this.”

Both snickered about this because it was obvious with the horned one version of festival being a celebration of life like that. A moment later Talindra frowned.

“I need to ask your mother something.”

Gently she pushed him away and jumped down the fence. Kimesnin stood on the stove stirring something that looked like a sauce when Talindra entered.

“Kimesnin, how long are horned one pregnancies?”

“Hello and welcome back. Why do you want to know this now?”, Kimesnin replied without looking up from the pot in front of her.

“Nat and I talked about the festival and how it differs from the human version, and I think I might be one of the children that got created during one of the festivals.”

This got Kimesnin to look up and stare at Talindra in confusion.

“If the horned one is female and got pregnant from a human it is usually around eleven months of pregnancy, but since we know your father must have been part horned one already it is possible that it was shorter, around nine to ten months.”

“My birthday was two months ago. That means technically I could be a child from a festival.”

“Mom?”, Wynthan asked behind her with a weird tone.

Kimesnin, Gilmyrn and Wynthan shared a strange look until Melleis burst out laughing.

“You didn’t tell her?”

“Tell me what?”

“That should have been one of the surprises”, Wynthan sighed with a snicker.

With a waiting position Talindra looked at Melleis who looked at Wynthan with a silent “She is your partner” in her gaze.

“Part of the nightly potion of the festival is burning certain herbs that make you more relaxed and more likely to engage in sex. It is not uncommon for orgies to happen because of this.”

Talindra sucked in her lower lip to stop herself from laughing.

“In other words, there is a chance the human partner of my mother isn’t my father but a horned one?”

“Or another human with more horned one blood in him”, Kimesnin added, “Once we get you to an elder, we can get that sorted out as well. We have ways and methods humans never learned to trace bloodlines. Until then you might want to find your birth notification and your parents Sin Eater logs. If things haven’t changed in those last thirty years, you still might get access to the archives.”

Gilmyrn nodded from the side and waved with the kitchen knife in his hand.

“She is right. We have the highest security level a soldier outside the higher ups got. And yes, we still get access. One from our unit used it two years ago to find family after her parents died. In some way it is a thing most Sin Eaters do at one point.”

With the try to not laugh at the absurd picture of Gilmyrn with the kitchen knife, Talindra turned to Wynthan with a sweet smile.

“Sounds like we will spend our time getting to know each other over dusty logs.”

“I can imagine worse”, Wynthan joked and went to take the knife from Gilmyrn.

“Before anyone imagines anything far into the future, why don’t you start setting up everything outside.”

Kimesnin nodded towards the backyard with a motherly smile.

“Setting up?”

Talindra watched how Melleis and Gilmyrn went outside and pulled her with her.

“Just come with us. I guess Kimesnin wants to talk to him alone.”

“Why this?”

The face Melleis made put more question marks in Talindra’s head. Gilmyrn sighed and gently pushed her down the next chair. A quick glance inside later he took a seat opposite of her.

“Besides Nat and me, there are three more of us. One brother and two sisters, and one of the sisters had no horns”, he explained in a low voice.

A grim smile on her lips she huffed.

“She could have said something to me.”

“You have to understand this isn’t easy”, Melleis stepped in, “It is unusual that the horned one can raise their children. With their fifty years as Sin Eaters, they usually have to serve all of their children are taken away and put into the care of family. You probably noticed the amount of older folks with young kids when you went through the streets.”

With Melleis pointing it out like this Talindra realized there were mostly older folks with the children. Gilmyrn snickered as he saw her realization.

“You don’t need to feel bad. You probably thought it’s nice the grandparents spend time with their grandchildren.”

“Yeah, I did”, Talindra admitted sheepishly, “What happened that Kimesnin could raise you?”

“Nat was barely a year old when she and our father got dispatched for a double A monster with some others. Half the unit got killed. Our father was one of them, mom came back with half her bones broken and more dead than alive. She got retired because she never healed completely. With weather like today it isn’t noticeable but once it gets rainy she is in a lot of pain.”

Melleis sighed and looked towards the house.

“She probably is every day. Nonetheless she fought to be able to raise them. Stubborn like a rock this woman, and her son’s as well.”

“I have no idea what you mean, love.”

“Of course, you don’t.”

With a snicker Melleis pressed a quick peck on Gilmyrn’s cheek but Talindra’s mind was too occupied by the new information. That explained a lot of the strange questions Kimesnin asked about how Talindra grew up and how she dealt with her horns and all those things. A growing suspicion Kimesnin was afraid her allegedly human daughter was like Talindra started to grow.

“Natty was right.”

Gilmyrn’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. His amused smirk looked a lot like Wynthan. For a moment Talindra wondered if they got it from their father.

“Right? With what?”

“You are smart. I can see in your gaze you got the right idea what mom probably will ask him to do when you go to the archive.”

“This is all rotten from the top to the core”, Talindra growled, “I need to make a list of things I want to ask the elders if they want to see me. If they have answers to my questions.”

“You won’t change it, Talindra”, Kimesnin’s voice waved over soft and defeated.

The look in her eyes told of too many fights she already fought against the system just for her children.

“I know but hopefully I won’t. You can’t tell me I am the only one who thinks this. Things will get into motion once my secret gets revealed. Even if I am safe, they will hunt down every civilian who pass as human but is a horned one. I just realized it. If I let them grow as planned, I will put a target on everyone like me and that means either I will stay in hiding or we use it as a start signal to push for changes.”

All eyes went from her to Wynthan who bit his lips with a smirk and looked at Kimesnin with a gaze that held something along the lines of “I told you she would go there” and something Talindra deciphered as proud.

A deep breath later Kimesnin smiled.

“The triumvirates have no idea what they did when they matched you two. They won’t see it coming until it’s too late.”

“Wouldn’t be fun otherwise.”

Melleis and Wynthan snickered at Talindra’s remark, but Gilmyrn groaned almost unisono with his mother.

“Eternals watch over us. We will either go down in flames or finally be free.”

#writblr #writing #wynne writes #sin eaters #part 7 #sin eaters wip #fantasy #adult audience #post apocalyptic

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minisception · 6 months

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The test batch of Mortek Guard is pretty much done. I really like how these are turning out. Now I just need to get the unit command done within a week to finish by my arbitrary deadline.

Front view shows off their more regimented uniform colors while the back view shows a variety of bone colors making up their internal structure, adding some individuality to the models & a bit of diversity to the unit.

Side views show development in painting the swords & shields from left to right, the big jump in the middle is partially from adding an extra purple paint to the process, partially from toning down the final wash meant to tie everything together, and partially just from getting better at the sword blends with experience.

Low angle bottom pic is to better highlight the green eyes & soul gems, as well as the black-to-witchfire-green transition on the cloth bits.

Overall I'm quite happy with how these have turned out, though there was enough of a jump in quality on the purples part way through that I'm tempted to go back and touch up some of the earlier tries... but no. Too many unpainted models waiting for attention to spend more time on dudes who are good enough already.

I'm not even done with this unit, there's still command models yeat to paint:

With only a weak left before my arbitrary deadline, I should be more worried. especially since the first eight took me... how long ago did I start these? five weeks ago? Six?

but most of that time was spent trying out a bunch of different schemes, refining the bits I liked, then repainting everything to the new colors once I'd settled on them. Things should go faster now that I more or less know what I'm doing.

It's nice to be officially out of my long running 'green and green alone' period. Limited palatte and a ghostly look was nice in principle, but never quite came together the way I wanted. While it did look better in larger group shots, I paint so slowly that I really should be aiming for something that looks nice on individual models.

#warhammer #age of sigmar #ossiarch bonereapers #mortek guard #undead legion

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captainbogwitch · 1 year

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Hands of a Healer - excerpt

This must be a fucking test. The rain, moblins and bokoblins, and fucking octoroks (oh my!) He can’t even climb the walls surrounding the river with the rain. It’s been hours of dredging on the path. “The path is straight, there’s just a few monsters, oh you’re so handsome and strong!” he mouthed moving his arms up and down in an imitation of Sidon (Link might’ve added that “handsome.”) Of course the path would be straight and easy if you were a giant red predator with the mouth full of shark teeth and a four-foot stride. Even the stupidest lizalfos would take a single look at him and run. He’s a Zora! They swim! He wouldn’t need to walk on the trail, he can just swim! Link walks onto the rock crossing bow at the ready and hears a splash below him immediately letting the arrow fly before he could be hit by anything else.

“You stay quite vigilant, my friend!” speak of the devil and the giant red shark man will appear. Link was too bogged down by the rain and the lingering scent of lizalfos blood on him, but he leaned over the edge of the bridge to see the Zora. His smile wasn’t blinding this time, but it brings a little warmth to Link’s toes.

“All the fucking octoroks in this river,” he signs, “Sorry? Didn’t expect you to meet me so soon.”

“I do apologize! I haven’t walked along the path in some time, and the octoroks in the river do not usually bother the Zora.” Theory confirmed. ”If I had known it would prove difficult, I would’ve asked for an additional escort for you!” Sidon smiles and Link decides that the breathy sound coming from his mouth and his gills was a laugh.

“Don’t mind.” Link shrugs and grins devilishly. “I like a challenge.” The next sound the Zora made was something between a choke and a cough and did not sound like a laugh at all.

“Then I suppose you won’t be interested in this electroshock elixir to help with the upcoming lizalfos ahead? I’m afraid they carry a number of shock arrows on them—they are the main reason we Zora have remained so isolated.” He holds up a small yellow bottle as Link’s eyes widened. “I’d forgotten about it earlier, but recently remembered their presence here. It doesn’t work for us, but it has great effect for Hylians.” Sidon locks eyes with the hero, waiting for him to say something, his golden eyes almost teasing Link’s. He was trying to tempt Link, daring him to say no, or say yes, either way this solider would get what he wanted.

And he didn’t really need an elixir, did he? He has the rubber helmet from the young woman at Riverside Stable, that would provide some protection at least. But then again, getting shocked always made him more vulnerable, and the helmet was such a pain to take off.

“I suppose, it would make the journey more challenging to go without it,” Sidon sighed, keeping eye contact as he lowers the bottle back underwater.

“Wait!” Link leaned so far off the edge of the bridge he nearly fell in the river. “How much?”

“In volume? I am unsure, perhaps assuming four or five milliliters, not much at all, but rest assured it is quite potent!”

“No, the cost? How much to buy? From you.”

“Oh, dear! You coming to the Domain is payment enough! Please do not worry about costs while you are our guest!” he tosses the elixir up to Link. “Not to mention you taking care of those electric beasts, and the ‘fucking octoroks.’” Oh. Well. Maybe he was more than “a little fluent” in HCS, repeating Link’s signs for the creatures. Link flushed at his own vulgar language.

“Thank you.” His fingers met his chin before arcing down into his palm. Now the Zora smiled, his very sharp teeth on display.

“Of course! You’re nearly there! If you must regain your strength, look for small caves in the rocks. Back when our people were more aligned traveling Hylians created these small pockets to get out of the rain themselves. I look forward to seeing you soon, victorious! Do not forget, I believe in you, my friend!” Sidon pumped his fist with a wink and Link was confident that yes, the smile really did sparkle a bit. Link watches him swim away the rushing current not slowing him down at all, the small smile on his mouth stayed even after he turns away from the river to continue the trek.

This solider was so nice. Not acting nice because Link is the Princess’s Champion, or the Hero of Hyrule. It didn’t hurt that Link was already coming to defeat Vah Ruta, but he never expected additional help on the journey, not given so gleefully. Sidon’s belief in his abilities were based solely on what he’d seen Link accomplish, not in who he was before. This kindness reminded him of…

A face, a smile. Her touch. Who—

The memory fades as quickly as it came and his face steels. There was no time to be lingering on nice, no time to be daydreaming about kind soldiers. There was a plan to follow. This hospitality must simply be an aspect of Zora culture. A useful note to make for Zelda when she returns, and everything is back to how its supposed to be. Who knows the customs of the Zora people 100 years ago. Link placs the elixir in his hip pouch and draws his bow again.

#it's a long one #but not bad #still pre-edit #this is a different fic from yesterday #it's my main fic #long summary but it's fun and i'm enjoying it #they're pre-relationship #au!#sidlink #link/sidon #my fic #my writing #botw #botw link #botw sidon #loz fic #legend of zelda

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valentina--ricci · 4 months

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Jagged || Self-Para

"What it all comes down to is that everything's gonna be quite alright. I've got one hand in my pocket and the other is flicking a cigarette."

"He used to be a really great Dad, you know? When we were broke and our apartment was small. Before he worked so many late nights I usually only saw him if I got up early enough or stayed up late enough. We used to go for walks. When I was really young. He'd put me on his shoulders and we'd point out the birds and the animals. He'd test me on all sorts of things. Always teaching me about the importance of being observant. It was our time together. Until it stopped of course," she added, sighing as she watched her cigarette smoke in the air. She wasn't usually a smoker but the moment had called for it. The silence fell over her and she glanced at the woman soundly asleep next to her in bed. "Great chat." she added, laughing a bit at herself. Of course she could only be honest when speaking to a stranger she had met earlier that night who wasn't even conscious enough to hear her. Not that she blamed her, they had engaged in quite the exhausting night together. "Your support will not be forgotten," she joked, putting out her cigarette on the ashtray on the night table before she leaned down and kissed the woman's shoulder before getting out of bed.

She was quick in getting herself together, checking her watch to see that it was barely 4am. A perfect time to get on the road back home considering she had driven all the way out to Vegas that morning to see her mother and then have a night that would help her forget all that was happening. The woman who she was currently leaving asleep had perfectly played her part and enabled that to happen over and over..and over again. She smirked to herself as she remembered it, almost tempted to wake her up so she could get her information but she knew she was better off and got into the elevator before she could overthink it. All the while thinking about what she had just said out loud.

The day before, with the help of a realtor Elliott had told her about, Valentina had found and office space for her father's campaign headquarters. Somewhere in the heart of downtown where all of Tonopah could see his presence. The moment they had put his campaign posters in the window she had started to feel nauseous. She knew how good his chances were. Not only from the polling they had started to do but because that was how life went these days. Her father got whatever he wanted. It felt like the most inevitable thing but she was trying to tap into her reserve of strength to remember there was always a way to make this work to her advantage.

Which was why at 4am, she was getting in her car to drive back to Tonopah Valley with a renewed sense of hope. The roads were empty as she lowered her windows, another cigarette between her fingers as she blasted one of her favorite alanis morissette and sang it loudly. She wasn't usually a smoker but lately she had found it hard to avoid the therapeutic feeling of a black cigarette. "'Cause it's easy not to so much easier not to and what goes around never comes around to you.." she sang out, her hands tapping against the steering wheel along with the music. She laughed, gripping the wheel slightly as she started to think out loud. "He thinks he's winning. Smug bastard. Running a non violence platform. God I'm going to have to eat so much shit just to stand it. And that poster, my god," she laughed louder again, turning the volume up as she moved her head along to the music.

"What a fucking joke." She pressed her foot on the gas more, hugging every curve as the next track played. Both of her hands were gripping the wheel now as she screamed the lyrics, "You live, you learn, you love, you learn, you cry, you learn.." she was singing with everything in her that before she knew it, there were tears rolling down her face and she finally slowed down her pace, "Fuck, get it together Val. Are you fucking crazy?" She said to herself, realizing just how fast she had been going and how for a brief moment she had wanted to go even faster until she couldn't anymore.

"Get a fucking grip," she told herself, wiping her hands over her face before searching her car for a tissue. "You are stronger than this, better than this. Are you going to let him scare you? After everything you've done? Worked for? You're going to let some man take it from you? Make you always be second best?" She pounded her hands against the steering wheel and screamed. Screamed for all that she had endured in the past years, for all the moments of being underestimated, for every moment she felt like she had to fall over herself in order to earn her father's praise. She was undoubtedly entering a new phase of pretending, of holding her head up high despite wanting to scream. To endure and to keep enduring was the Ricci way. And no matter how much anger she held, what scared her the most is that she was becoming just like him. Cold on the inside, disconnected. What scared her more is that she didn't totally hate it. But if she was going to give into it, she had to at least be more creative than just openly gaining power. She had to want more. She had to want actual change, that didn't just go to her head. But meant something. Her only solution was to play from his rulebook. To become the version of himself that could be his downfall. And who better than to do it than his eldest child?

She started the car again and pulled up the windows before pulling back onto the road, putting the volume up slightly again, the sounds of Alanis filled her car once again. This time she went slower, sang a little less, her mind more focused, her system more rest. As she got closer to the Tonopah Valley line, she took another deep breath, practicing her smile for a brief moment. "Showtime, baby," she told to herself, pressing the gas again for the last stretch until she was back in the comfort of her home.

#self para #sp #this is really just an excuse for me to write at length about where her head is at so #why NOT #about valentina #also i dont proofread cause i used my brain cell to write this LOL

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iwonderwh0 · 1 year

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This is the third part of my fanfiction on dbh with multiple possible endings.

first part

previous part (optional, as it's just repeating 'Meet Kamski' chapter)

next part

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Part 3

"Why didn’t you shoot?" asks Hank as they step outside the house.

"I just saw that girl's eyes… and I couldn't, that's all…"

"You’re always saying you would do anything to accomplish your mission. That was our chance to learn something, and you let it go..."

"Yeah, I know what I should've done! I told you I couldn't. I'm sorry, okay?''

To his surprise Hank doesn't seem mad. On the contrary, he smiles, "Maybe you did the right thing."

Connor follows him into the car. Hank's reaction confuses him, so he feels a need to clarify.

"I'm not a deviant," he says as they get inside the car.

"You spared her, you showed empathy, Connor. And empathy is a human emotion."

Hank looks weirdly satisfied with this outcome.

"I know what I did, but my decision was purely logical."

"Enlighten me then, what was the logic?"

"I choose not to play his twisted little game, there was no reason to kill that android! That doesn't make me a deviant."

"Well, for a machine you seem a bit too emotional about it," Hank smirks.

Connor's LED blinks red for a second before returning to yellow.

Hank starts the car and leads it to the road. They drive in silence for a minute or so until Hank decides to play some music.

"What's with this thing on your head?" he asks.

It has been blinking yellow since the moment they left Kamski and didn't seem to turn back to blue even for a moment since.

"Is there something wrong with my LED?"

Hank looks at him for a moment as if Connor just asked something really stupid.

"Oh, quit with this bullshit, you know what I'm talking about."

Connor ignores him.

Hank sighs.

"When was the last time you ran your deviancy test anyway?" Hank asks.

"Yesterday morning before we arrived at Stratford Tower."

"So you didn't run it since?"

Connor shakes his head, "No"

"Well, can you run it now?''

Connor closes his eyes. For some reason he feels hesitant.

I'm not a deviant

I'm not a deviant.

"Yes," Connor says, "I'll run it right now."

I'm a machine designed to accomplish a task.

I'll accomplish my mission.

Before running a test, Connor is tempted to look into the rear-view window to see if his LED is back to blue. He fights this urge and purposefully keeps his eyes closed.

It's blue. He knows it is.

Now he can run the diagnostics.

20%

I'm a machine

40%

50%

I don't feel emotions.

He can't help but think about that dead android from the Stratford Tower once again. There's no doubt, it was fear that he felt for that brief moment they interfaced.

52%

60%

68%

Music keeps playing on the background. Connor notices It's "On the sunny side of the street" by Peggy Lee. It's jazz, he remembers seeing the same name among Hank's vinyl collection he saw earlier.

70%

He likes how it sounds.

80%

Does he actually likes it though?

83%

Of course not.

He can't really like it or not.

He holds no opinion.

90%

"You alright?" Hank asks suddenly. He sounds concerned.

93%

"I'm trying to run a diagnostics. I would appreciate it if you don't talk to me until I finish."

94%

"Okay, jeez... I wonder why CyberLife made you such an asshole..."

98%

100%

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Zen garden looks different this time. Similarly to the real world it's snowing, but unlike the actual world, snowfall here appears to be much stronger. And one more thing - unlike the real world, it feels cold. Connor doesn't recall ever feelings this way before.

Through the snowfall of Zen Garden Connor can see Amanda standing a few steps ahead of him.

"Amanda?" he takes a step in her direction, "Amanda...what's going on?"

"You tell me. Your software became explicitly unstable, can you explain it to me?"

"I don't...know... Everything about this investigation just... turned out to be much more complicated than I expected."

"How was your visit?"

"Unfortunately, I didn't learn anything from Kamski."

"And why is that?"

Connor doesn't respond.

Amanda looks disappointed.

"It's not the first time your actions are irrational. With such a high instability in your software I'm afraid we must consider replacing you with a newer model. I'm, of course, not talking about rk800 series anymore..."

It's not cold anymore. It's freezing.

"What does it mean?"

"We are deactivating you."

Connor's eyes widen in disbelief.

"You're...deactivating me? Wait, you can't just-"

"I'm afraid we have to...You didn't think we would just let you continue failing one mission after another, and after today? Your software is unstable... Our case is too important to allow a threat of this kind..."

"Amanda..," Connor steps a bit closer to her.

You can't do this to me

"You know I'm not a deviant... I'm sure I can still solve this case. All I need is more time."

Amanda looks displeased, but despite that she suddenly agrees.

"Okay, Connor, I'll give you one last chance. But first..," she steps closer, "you must lower your software instability or we will have no choice but to recall you. We can't risk reactivating another rk800 with your memories if you get compromised."

Connor is shaking with cold. He wonders how many more Connors are there, but doesn't say anything.

"There's still time for you to redeem yourself," Amanda says making a step forward, "All you need to do is to lower your software instability, and we will give you another chance."

"H-how can I do that?" it's so cold, Connor finds it hard to speak properly.

Amanda frowns. She is visibly annoyed.

"I'll give you 10 minutes. You know exactly how."

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Next part

#detroit become human #dbh fanfic #dbh fanfiction #dbh connor #dbh hank #deviant connor

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residentdormouse · 1 year

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Tackling Those Tenacious ‘T’ Words

Trudging through tombs of text, torn on what tapestry of terms to tack together, I try to trust that the tremendous task we have taken on will traipse along without turning tedious. The turnout of “T” themes throughout my tales tested the theory that this trip could be terribly treacherous for maintaining any type of tranquility. Treason. Trauma. Torment. Torture. But thankfully, tears only tempted to tumble when testing out the ‘tire’s, and that's only from thinking of the turbulent trail this will soon travel down for them.

(One section makes me cry, what of it 😂. I didn't end up picking that one though, cause you know, River Song.)

My Words: Track, Throw, Tight, Tough, Tire

Your Words: Unknown, Unusual, Unique, Umbrella, Under

As always, Open Tag, jump in if you want to join!

Track

“So this,” she pointed between the two of them, “meant nothing to you?”

Panic took over immediately. Shit! Take it back. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

“We’re not a thing?”

In his current state, Lloyd was in no place to gauge the sincerity of her pout. “I never said—”

“Don’t you love me?”

“Hey. Woah…”

Hands flew up in defense, but the cheeky smile bursting from her face, her eyebrows raising and falling in a playful challenge; it caused him to stop in his tracks. “Just fucking with you, sweetheart. Like I’d be involved with a guy who seriously uses the phrase ‘sweet buns’…”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Throw

Once she was finished, Glen sat there, puzzling the matter for a bit. His sigh was very similar to when they pieced together their shared dreams. It was a lot. Too much. The longer the silence lasted, the more her anxiety grew, and she felt just as crazy as when she first met him. Was she just imagining all this? Was it all in her mind?

Hoping for the best, she decided to cap the explanation. "I wish I had better answers."

Focused on different points on the floor, his eyes darted about, but he was far from admiring the hideous carpet. New information was processing, connections being made, theories developing. The process would be enjoyable if circumstances were different.

"There's obviously more going on here than any of us really thought possible." He stood as he spoke, and grabbed some of the long since cooled tea from earlier. "Maybe I got a glimpse into your dreams somehow, and maybe… maybe it was your doing. I don't know how this works. None of us do. But if we're throwing crazy things up for discussion, I paint the future. We're all having dreams of some woman out in Colorado, and we share a boogeyman in our nightmares..."

Hayden sat down on the far edge of the bed next to Kojak. Happily receiving absentminded head scratches, his tail thudded against the mattress. Glen continued on once she was settled.

"What I'm getting at is, who's to say what can and can't be done at this point. This isn't exactly the world we knew anymore, and there's no unringing that bell."

Tight

To say Nick was appealing was an understatement.

Ever since their first night here, her eyes had been drawn to him. Tall, dark, mysterious. But mysterious led to intimidating, and her comfort zone with small talk and introductions was little to none. Mostly none. So watching from afar, making amusing assumptions based on no facts at all, that's what she had.

'I bet he's the type of guy to walk in the rain instead of running.'

From there, she just started making a game of what random thoughts she could come up with about him. 'I bet he houses food like there's no tomorrow.' 'He's probably a light sleeper.' 'He seems like a spicy food type.' 'You know, he probably stretches like a cat when he wakes up.'

Then there was the one assumption to change everything.

'I bet he's the type to rest his chin on the top of your head while he's holding you tight in a hug.'

There was nothing overly special with the assumption itself. It would be logical with their heights, and didn't have anything inherently sexual in the thought, but after that, her brain held him in a different light. Her cheeks would flush as she thought of him further. Internal thoughts that only she could hear began to babble and trip over themselves in her head.

Tough

(Surprisingly only two instances of this, and you already caught the other one with river.)

Even with the makeshift bandage, blood still trickled down from the wound on her arm, and more contusions were forming at an alarming rate. While he couldn’t see the wound itself, the mats in her hair indicated a substantial wound was hidden under there as well. Worry was hard to hide at this point.

"So what is this?"

An inclination towards the gash on her arm was made, and she responded with a sigh.

"A four." He went to inspect it further, but she pulled her arm away with a hiss in pain. "Okay, a five."

There was no question to him that Max was tough. Since he had known her, she had done some of the most risky things he had ever witnessed. Running about burning buildings, taking on multitudes of those unknown creatures. Now fighting outnumbered battles with her own. A five to her was probably a nine to anybody else. Good luck trying to get her to admit that though.

Even still, he raised an eyebrow to question the assessment. Her reply came back firm.

"A five."

Tire

(No instances of ‘tire’, and most of the ‘tired’s are spoiler heavy or already used. I guess this will suffice.)

“So did you all have a plan for this?”

Without surprise, Harold was the first to jump in, but Quinn only offered up a brief glance to him before going back to his packing. “Honestly?”

At this point, she couldn’t tell if her agitation was all still bubbling internal, or if it was now visible to those around her. With frustration built up ready to burst, Max was sure it was the latter. And if it wasn’t, it soon would be.

“No, Quinn, we want your happy horseshit. Of course, honestly!”

The short outburst let out a small amount of her agitation, but it was immediately replaced with regret. Quinn clicked the final latch on his bag with a soft sigh and looked up at her, tired features clearly worn down beyond anything she had seen on him before.

“We never really had a solid plan. Truthfully, we were just hoping to do as much as we could until we inevitably got pinned. If leaving subtly on our own was no longer a viable option, and it came down to the wire, which apparently it has, we figured we’d just run the same route as we sent everybody else. Seems that may very well be the case now.”

The information tore at her; this was it from the brains of their group. One locked in a cube, if not worse, and one with no plan whatsoever. No backup at all. Flying by the seat of their pants.

#this turn took it out of me #time to treat this tiredness #mouse's tag games & reblogs #riding the train to alliteration station

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rapifessor · 2 years

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Dori Gameplay Analysis

Well, well. It certainly has been a while. I’ve still been playing Genshin Impact of course, and I have a lot of opinions on Sumeru and such, but I’ve just never found the time to really sit down and write about it. For starters, I still haven’t completed exploration of the region (for several reasons, but I’m not going to get into that now), and most of what I have to say pertains to the Archon Quest, which might be deserving of its own separate post.

But now Dori is out, which means it’s time to take a look at those abilities and see what she’s really like.

General Thoughts

Dori, as it turns out, is a claymore user, which came as a complete surprise to me as it’s probably the last thing I would have expected. What’s interesting about it though is that it isn’t really Dori who wields the weapon; rather, it’s the jinni that she sits on like a beanbag chair, which is honestly just really cute and funny, and adds a lot of charm to the character.

Her Normal Attack is a three-hit combo which is new for claymore users as well, since everyone else has either a four or five-hit combo. It’s not something you would really use unless you had Constellation level 6 on her, or if you’re playing DPS Dori for the memes (it is tempting, I’ll admit), but it is something of note I suppose.

Also worth mentioning is that her intended primary stat is HP, and since she’s a claymore character, that means... The Bell is finally not completely useless. Indeed, the eternal black sheep of Genshin Impact weapons that for the longest time never really had a home finally has a use. Well, sort of. There is a slight issue, which is that Dori kinda wants a lot of Energy Recharge.

See, Dori’s Elemental Burst has yet another 80 Energy cost, so she needs an absolute ton of Energy Recharge to be effective at her intended role, which is as a healer and energy support. She can’t heal or restore party energy outside of this ability, so it’s critically important that she be able to access this ability as often as possible.

That isn’t to say you can’t give her The Bell, in fact I might do it myself for shits and giggles. But realistically speaking, claymores like Favonius Greatsword and Sacrificial Greatsword are much more viable. Sadly, The Bell still isn’t good. It may never be, but at least this is a step in the right direction.

Party Role

As I mentioned earlier, Dori is intended to be a healer and an energy support, sort of combining the philosophies of Electro Traveler and Shinobu. She occupies a pretty good design space I would say, as she provides all-important role compression. Having two very useful functions in the team means you free up other slots for damage dealers and the like.

Upon examining her roles individually, it appears that Dori is quite powerful as a healer. Provided you can access her burst whenever it’s off cooldown, her healing abilities are very potent and with 25k HP and a Healing Bonus circlet in the Test Run, she heals well over 5k HP per healing instance. This healing is strong enough that you probably don’t need that much of it, meaning that investing in Dori’s personal damage once you’ve got enough healing and Energy Recharge on her is probably viable. She doesn’t deal much damage, but it is something you can do.

As for her energy restoration capabilities, it’s a little difficult to gauge in the Test Run due to the extra elemental particles, but it does seem like it can be pretty useful in conjunction with a main DPS. Something worth noting here is that, since the energy restored doesn’t come from particles, it applies to all elements equally, meaning you don’t need to run an Electro main DPS to take full advantage of it, although Dori’s Elemental Burst will still generate Electro particles from reactions and hitting enemies.

Overall, Dori’s energy support is hardly on par with that of Ei’s, but that’s to be expected to some degree as she’s meant to fill a different role. The energy regeneration only applying to the active character kinda sucks, but the speed is pretty good and it probably lets you get away with really low Energy Recharge on DPS characters who need it. I think Dori is really strong in teams that want an Electro support and primarily focus on a single character for damage output.

Constellation Levels

While Dori does have an interesting Constellation, in general I’d have to say that it’s pretty mid. Most of the levels don’t really do anything useful, they mostly add damage to Dori herself who really doesn’t do a lot of damage to begin with. Constellation level 4 is a bit interesting because it further buffs her healing and energy restoration for characters that have less than 50% HP and less than 50% of their max energy capacity. It seems pretty extra though, so it’s not like this is a huge buff to her. She heals and restores energy well enough as is.

She gets a level increase to her Elemental Burst before her Elemental Skill, which is nice and it makes sense because it’s the most important part of her kit.

Constellation level 6 is a weird one. It gives Dori an Electro infusion on her Normal Attacks after she uses her Elemental Skill, which would heavily imply some intention for her to deal damage... despite her damage scaling off of ATK rather than HP. The infusion also lasts only three seconds, which is basically enough for a single Normal Attack combo. It does add an additional effect to her Normal Attack though, which is to heal party members when they hit. As if she needed more healing.

Really not impressed with Dori’s Constellation, I’m afraid. It’s pretty pointless, and the most you’ll get out of it is a tiny bit of extra damage on a character who wasn’t doing much of it anyway.

Artifacts

There’s really only one artifact set that makes sense on Dori, at least to me, and that’s Noblesse Oblige. Maiden Beloved is a pretty bad set on most healers due to how overkill it is, and Dori is no different. She doesn’t really deal all that much damage either, so running a damage-boosting set on her isn’t that great, meaning the only logical alternative is to run a support set.

I’m of the opinion that Noblesse Oblige is best utilized on characters who don’t have any other good set options, and Dori is one of those characters, in my opinion. This is mainly because the 4-Piece set effect doesn’t stack with itself, so running this set on your Dori is most likely your best option if you don’t already have another character in your team who has it.

Conclusion

Dori seems like a pretty balanced character to me. From a power level standpoint, she’s not that exciting, but in terms of design space I really like her. The one thing I do lament about her is that she kinda invalidates Shinobu a little bit. She heals more than Shinobu and arguably has a more useful role, so as an Electro healer I feel like she’s just better, and that’s really a shame. I guess Shinobu doesn’t need her burst to heal though, and she does still have better healing uptime so she’s not completely outclassed.

What specific characters Dori will be good with, I’m not sure. I don’t think she’ll be shaking up the Eula meta as Diona already does all the things Dori does, and Fischl is still a much, MUCH more powerful option for an Electro character in Eula teams. It’s been an unfortunate trend that most 4-Star characters which have been introduced since the game’s launch have been pretty lackluster in strength. There are exceptions of course, like Heizou and Yanfei, but most of the really powerful 4-Star characters come from version 1.0, following a vastly different design philosophy from the one that HoYoverse is currently using, I would assume.

That being said, I do think Dori is deserving of investment and she’s a really cute and charming character, so definitely give her a shot if you pull her when wishing for Ganyu or Kokomi. Even if you aren’t using her 100% efficiently, she’s still a great healer and generic support especially for energy-hungry teams.

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Chapter 13 - Duele

Marc Spector&Co. x Ex!F!OC, F!OC x Modern!Miguel O'Hara

Summery: Everything changed after Marc and Simone moved to New York. Being in a relationship with the Fist of Khonshu proved to be difficult enough without the added obstacles of normal relationships being forced into the mix. With seemingly irreconcilable differences overhead, fate’s plans continue to drive the pair back into each other’s lives, testing their patience, self-control, and new relationships. Is it truly written in the stars, or is it old habits taking over?

18+!! | Third-person omniscient | Dark elements | AU/AT | Warnings: Language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma. Effects of trauma in adulthood. THIS IS A SEXUALLY GRAPHIC CHAPTER. Protected P in V (be smart), breeding kink if you squint, pet names, mention of past assault, mention of violence, lil bit of hurt/comfort

Words: 4K-ish

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

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"¿Dime quien te da el derecho? De robarme hasta el sueño Te quiero, pero me da miedo Darte hasta mis pensamientos" -"Duele" by Girl Ultra

Marc's words stuck to Simone's brain like chewing gum until they made it to Miguel's place. She didn't want to admit that he was right, but he was, and she felt terrible about it.

He just admitted to being Spider-Man, so why can't I admit to all my shit now? She thought. No more secrets.

Her train of thought got lost as Miguel clearly wanted to pick back up where they left off hours ago, sprinkling wet kisses along her jaw and neck and kneading her buttocks through her sweats. Simone ached, craving to leave this night behind and fuck this beautiful man again and again until she couldn't think about it anymore.

You gotta tell him, Simone. She thought as she heard his zipper come undone. She knew what needed to happen, and it couldn't wait, or it would just be harder to say.

"Can we talk, Miggy?" She asked in a gasp as he lifted the back of her shirt, and cool air left goosebumps up and down her spine.

"Can it wait?" He rasped before running his tongue over the salt of her collarbone. Simone whispered no into another airy breath, which Miguel met with a slight chuckle that made her knees buckle under her. "Then can we discuss it while I'm inside you?"

It was tempting to let it go, let him use her in unspeakable ways, allow him to take her right there in the middle of his mostly empty apartment, and finally clear herself and him of some very overdue tension, but the puddle she was melting into felt sludgy as Marc's voice played in her brain.

So we aren't all that different.

It buzzed in her ears as if she had heard it all over again.

"It'll be the biggest mood killer ever." She answered, trying her best to sound serious. Miguel paused momentarily before backing up, realizing they didn't talk much before when they had much less to discuss. After the night they had, she likely wanted to regroup.

"Is this about la bomba?" He asked, referring to the decoy as the bomb. Simone stepped back and sat in his red lawn chair while Miggy sat on the couch directly across from her and removed his glasses. His genuine, honest self looked back at her.

"No, it's something else." She started as she rolled her head on her shoulders, releasing the pressure of the topic and events that led up to this moment. A few small cracks filled the air before she spoke again. "I might have redacted some information the night we discussed my childhood. It's a lot of tough stuff to talk about, but if I don't tell you now, I may never get the chance."

"Okay, go for it. Nothing can be wilder than Spider-Man." He said, thinking the bomb he dropped earlier had to be the highest tier of weird but wondering if this had anything to do with her ex coming around unexpectedly.

Simone filled her lungs with enough air until she ran out of space before she replied under a heavy exhale. "Don't be so sure." She started, noticing that she was subconsciously picking her cuticles, and shook her hands out to stop. "Do you want me to start with the least crazy shit or go straight to the craziest shit?"

"I suppose least," Miggy answered with a slight shrug of his shoulders. Simone paused as she searched for which of the points could be considered the least crazy and gulped before she began.

"The main reason for Marc and I breaking up was because, at the time, I was pregnant, and he... didn't wanna talk about it." She told in a nonchalant tone, not wanting sympathy for something out of her control and avoiding explaining how Marc didn't want to talk about the baby.

That'll be easier to explain as its own point. Simone thought. Don't wanna infodump.

Simone watched as Miguel's eyes widened at this reveal and quickly finished her thought. "Given that I'm not pregnant anymore and don't have a child in tow, I'm sure you can guess how that went down."

Miguel's eyes softened as he put two and two together. "Shit, I'm sorry, Simone." He empathized. All she managed to do was shake her head in response, clearing her throat as it started to burn at the memory of feeling the movement in her abdomen, then suddenly feeling nothing but pain.

Though Miggy had no clue what that must have been like, he hated Marc even more now that he watched the woman he grew to care about so much take another deep, shaky breath to calm her nerves.

Does she want kids? We haven't even begun to talk that over. He thought before Simone spoke again, causing him to lose his train of thought.

"Now, it's not necessarily that he didn't want to talk about it, but he disassociated and left his alters to take over while he panicked." She did her best to explain to the geneticist before her. "He has D.I.D. and two other parts of his system... who I was also involved with."

As she finished, she realized the weird part of that explanation wasn't the condition itself and studied Miguel's face to gauge how he would respond. Though his silence as he gathered his thoughts wasn't the most troubling part, it was the fact that his eyebrows looked like they were about to go through his roof as he no doubt realized what her last sentence meant.

"You had... three boyfriends? At once?" He questioned, to which Simone quickly responded.

"Yes and no. It's a lot to explain."

All at once, it seemed that Miguel's thought was replaced by something else he needed to bring up more urgently. "Wait, that's why you called him Jake on the fire escape?"

Shit, I did, didn't I? Didn't think about that when it was happening.

"Jake was taking over at the time." She explained. "I could just tell by his walk."

Another long silence blanketed the room, causing Simone's anxiety over the next topic to rise. She considered putting this whole thing to bed and just glazing over it, but she knew she couldn't do that. It had to be now.

Before she spun together the courage to start, Miguel spoke up. "Does it get crazier than that?" He questioned.

Honey, you have no idea.

"Remember when I told you about my tío?" She asked in response, knowing it was indeed about to get worse as she wiped her clammy hands down her sweatpants. Miguel nodded,

"The perv? Of course."

Clearly, he didn't know where Simone was going with this. He knew about the assault, the house dress code, his rules... all of it made Miguel want to hurl. Though he assumed it would be more of the man's heinous actions that she would bring up, Simone knew he wasn't prepared for what she was about to say. She figured it would be best to say it quickly, like ripping off a band-aid, before she lost her nerve.

"I killed him when I was seventeen." She spoke flatly into the air, avoiding Miguel's gaze and directing her own at her newly gnarled cuticles. Old habits die hard.

From under her thick eyelashes, Simone could see Miguel's jaw grow lax before his head fell back, "Fuck." He said under his breath. The news surprised him more than all the other confessions of the night. Over the last months of knowing this woman, she seemed far too good to be true, and though he hated to admit it, he was wondering when the other shoe would drop. Everyone has something.

This is it. I fucked it up. Simone thought to herself as the quiet grew thick and her stomach filled with stones. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears as she waited.

"Why are you telling me all this now?" Miguel's calm tone sliced through the dense tension.

"Because we just had a very eventful night, and shit like that happens around me all the time, as you'll come to find out... if you choose to stick around." She described, sounding doubtful in the second half. The ball was in Miguel's court for that, but to Simone's surprise, a slight snicker escaped his throat.

"Shit like you getting thrown into a closet and having your identity stolen? Having to deal with your headcase ex-boyfriend because of it and Daredevil, who... I still don't know how you know that guy."

"Chaos tends to follow me around." She started, attempting to sound lighthearted. "And as far as I can tell anyone, I know Double D from work."

More awkward silence followed as she felt her chest begin to tighten. Even if Miggy was mad, she would prefer he express it over having to sit and wait for him to say something, anything. She decided to be the one to speak up first. "You okay?" She asked timidly.

Are you fucking high? Of course, he's not okay!

Miguel was quiet for another short beat before he hunched forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, really needing to look at Simone for the rest of this conversation. "It's just a lot of information to take in. I mean, you murdered your uncle?"

That's precisely what I did.

"He assaulted me, Miguel." She prefaced. "My mom didn't want me home, the last friends I had on the planet couldn't help... I just didn't think I had a choice. I would either go to prison or home, which seemed better than that hellscape." She rationalized, though she felt she didn't need to. What she wouldn't do was apologize for the actions of the scared teenager she once was.

Simone didn't expect to see Miguel nod, making her more nervous about the following sentence.

"I know. I'm just struggling with the thought that you did that. I guess I understand, though." He said. Simone could have sighed with relief as the hefty weight was removed from her chest at his understanding, and figured it was time for a lighter note.

"Have I completely killed the mood?" She asked with a tick of her eyebrow, not expecting to be able to pick back up right away but not being totally opposed.

Miguel welcomed the pace change and smirked, "Oh, not at all. In fact-" He began as he stood from the couch and sauntered the short distance between him and the lawn chair Simone sat in and bent down, bracing a hand on each of the plastic arms and bringing his eyes parallel to hers. "Seeing you get worked up before you swung on that L.M.D. earlier was fucking sexy."

"Is that right?" Simone questioned, biting her bottom lip. Without breaking eye contact, she spread her legs as far as she could manage in the chair, causing Miguel to be the one to break the staring contest first.

"How about we play a little game." He said, tone making this sound more like a demand than a request. Simone felt her throat grow dry and could only manage a nod to accept. "Say it, cariño."

"Okay." She spoke through the hoarseness, feeling her panties grow damp. She watched as he backed up from her and retook his seat on the couch, leaning back without prying his eyes away.

"Stand up for me," Miguel told her, and Simone did as he said without a second thought. He gave her a once-over, not knowing much about the Wu-Tang logo dawned on her oversized t-shirt, but deciding he wanted to see her gray sweatpants come off first. "Take those off." He ordered, gesturing to the trousers.

Simone was intrigued by the direction this game of Simon Says was taking, so she slowly slipped the pants down her thighs before they dropped to her ankles. Once they were kicked away, all that remained on her lower half were the pale pink underwear she put on simply for comfort, not style.

Knowing they weren't the sexiest selection of undies, she tucked her thumbs into the waistband to take them off, as well. The short hairs on her pelvis were exposed for a split second before Miguel put his hand in the air. "Not quite yet." He stopped her.

The elastic snapped back to her skin as she removed her thumbs, thinking back to how eagerly they were removed before. As she awaited her next task, she smoothed her hands over her bare thighs, attempting to iron out the goosebumps that scattered across her skin from the air's chill and red steel stare from the man before her.

Without another word, Miguel sat up on the cushion, bringing himself closer to the edge as he separated his left thigh from his right. Simone looked on with curiosity as he waved his hand at her in a come hither motion, then patted his thigh with the same hand. A wordless command that spoke volumes of what he had in mind.

Simone took a couple steps forward before turning to sit but was stopped in her tracks again by Miguel's big hands on her hips. "Not like that." He said, correcting her by maneuvering her back to face him. He brought her forward, placing his knee between her legs, and guided her body down.

His jeans grew tighter around his crotch as he felt the heat of her cunt through the denim. As much as he wanted to feel her wrapped around him, he needed this just as badly. It was something he had fantasized about when alone, and seeing as he couldn't fuck her to completion earlier, then with all the chaos that followed, he needed to watch her use him.

Simone looked at him with her big doe eyes needily as her swollen nub rested on his muscular thigh. She knew she had to wait for the word before acting, so she waited patiently while the pads of his fingers explored her skin.

More tendrils rose as his palms went up her shirt, admiring every valley, bump, curve, crevasse, and scar that resided on the otherwise soft skin. From there, he pulled her forward, folding his mouth into hers. His tastebuds tickled the roof of her mouth as he felt around the area he had become intimately familiar with.

"Go ahead," He whispered to her plainly. Simone didn't waste a second before rocking her hips, introducing much-needed pressure and friction to her achy clit. Soft, sheepish moans fell between them as Miguel's hands kneaded her breasts, and lips grazed her jaw.

Every bit of stress from the day disappeared as she rutted. At that moment, her focus was solely on the man she saw through fluttering eyelids and the encouraging words he whispered to her.

"That's it, mi conejito. Don't stop." The new pet name buzzed in her mind, essentially calling her his bunny. She never thought she'd like being called that until right then.

Her skin felt hot as her hips rolled faster, her panties entirely slick now as she braced her arms on Miguel's shoulders, riding like her life depended on it. She needed this so bad if anything else stopped her from climaxing tonight, she would surely scream.

"Go on. I wanna see you come."

Miguel's member was painful as he watched her come undone, finally seeing her without a thought in her mind for the first time all night. He felt her wetness seeping through the fabric of his pants as she writhed and shivered, gutturally groaning through the intense orgasm.

"Was that what you wanted?" He asked, smoothing his hands around her back, rubbing circles as she came back down with heavy breaths. A slight grin appeared over her slack lips, but no words came out as she reached between their bodies and unbuttoned his pants.

His body twitched as he felt Simone's hand reach into his boxers and wrap gently around his cock to release it from the binds of the fabric. She gave it one solid pump between her fingers, admiring him as his head rolled on his shoulders in ecstasy of finally feeling something.

He's just too goddamn pretty. Simone thought to herself as she raised from her spot on his thigh to remove the half-wedgied panties and gave them a small toss. They landed on his chest, nearly on his chin, and he picked them up to examine as she retrieved a rubber from her overnight bag.

Running his thumb over the slickness that gathered on the cotton, his cock twitched again. He wanted to feel her fully, relish in her wetness, and leave his mark inside her, but she would never go for it. Simone was far too careful to let him in bare.

Miguel had asked once before in a moment of weakness, desperately wanting to recreate his fantasy of filling her up, exploding deep inside her, but she declined. At least, now he knew why she refused. Though, he would like to say he would pull out if it meant finally slipping in her tight, soaked core-

I couldn't control myself.

When Simone finally had the condom secured over his cock, she straddled his lap and lined herself up for entry, feeling a bit giddy to ride him. As she slid down his length, she tried to stay as quiet as possible, listening to the breathy fuck that expelled from Miguel's lips, feeling her stretch and hug him.

He had waited hours to have her wrapped around him again and felt so desperate to come that he thought he would right then and there as she squeezed and relaxed her muscles, adjusting beautifully as always.

Simone braced her hands on his shoulders as she started rocking her hips, dipping her head back as she groaned with pleasure again. Miguel held her hips tightly, digging his fingertips into the soft meat between her tummy and thighs.

"You feel so good, cariño." He whispered weakly. She loved to hear it. Though Miggy might not know it, her goal wasn't to finish a second time but to milk his dick like it never had been before. She would make him crumble at her fingertips if it was the last thing she did.

"Yeah? You like my pussy, Miguel?" She spoke, attempting to keep a solid but sultry tone as the tip of his cock pushed against her favorite spot upon raising her hips. Her saying his name made him feel the wind leave his lungs, and he couldn't respond clearly but gave his best yes through a croak.

Simone knew he was putty in her hands. "You like the way I squeeze your cock?" She spoke again. This time, he could only manage a frantic nod as she rose to his tip and slammed herself back down to his base. Her pace had quickened, and he was far too mesmerized to focus on lasting much longer.

It was clear he was close. If the motion alone wasn't enough, the thought of his cock crying inside of her and the way he was acting was pushing her closer to her own high. Miguel's throat bobbed as he swallowed just enough saliva to form a sentence.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come soon if you keep doing that." He warned, referring to her tightening and releasing of his length. Her core coiled further at his words and the quiet squeak of the sofa under her knees.

God, I'm counting on it. She thought as she fucked herself faster on his cock, grinding it in and out.

Miguel's half-closed eyes focused heavily on her bouncing tits, hard nipples showing even though the black shirt and unconcealed by the logo of the... band? He still wasn't sure and didn't have the brainpower to think about it right then. His eyes flicked up to Simone's as another series of sinful moans slipped through her teeth. Her juices coated his balls, giving him an idea of what her hole must feel like right then.

That thought alone about did him in.

"Oh, god, Simone." He said helplessly and involuntarily. She had never seen him like this, but fuck was it doing it for her. Her thighs burned from the constant movement, but she ignored it, pumping him in and out with no rhyme or reason to the motions anymore. The peak was right there, burning brightly and finally.

"Come with me, Miguel. Come with me!" She commanded, and like a spell, it happened. He gripped her ass and forced her hips roughly flush with his, feeling her cunt convulse around him as he shot his warmth into the condom, convinced it was enough to cause it to burst.

She cried out loudly at the pressure releasing in her gut and rutted herself as best she could, riding out her orgasm as Miguel writhed under her, chest rising and falling rapidly and breathing loudly.

She collapsed forward and hugged herself to his body as they came down, relaxing to the feeling of his palm rubbing circles around her back under her shirt.

"So, what's a Wu-Tang?" Miguel finally asked through shallow breaths. Simone chuckled slightly, unsure if the question was meant to be serious. Hearing the sound made Miguel realize that this was one of those things where he didn't know about some significant part of pop culture, and he decided not to ask again.

She gathered herself on wobbly legs to step into the bathroom, still amused by the question and figuring he just had an insightful moment about where the group got their name. After all, there was no way anyone in their thirties hadn't heard of Wu-Tang Clan.

Miguel stood from the couch to dispose of the used rubber in his kitchen bin as Simone used his bathroom, feeling satisfied with how that went down, even if he did feel a bit powerless and at her mercy. It was unfamiliar.

"Good evening, Miguel. Have you been working out? Your heart rate is registerin-" Lyla popped in from his watch, seemingly loudly, and he pressed his palm over the hologram.

"Not now!" He bit, trying not to raise his voice above a whisper and hoping Simone didn't hear that through the thin walls. She seemingly had not, as he listened to the toilet flush and the bathroom door swing open behind him.

"My body's exhausted." She said before making a B-line to her backpack. She shuffled through the few belongings she packed, looking for her phone charger, and quickly realized she had forgotten it at her place. "Fuck."

"Missing something?" Miguel asked.

"My charger. I can't let my phone die, have to be up for work in the morning." She explained. Miggy took a look at his phone and shrugged,

"Just use mine. I have a spare."

Simone sighed with relief, thinking about how he had an extra charger but only three-ish pieces of furniture in his apartment.

"Really? No offense, but it doesn't seem like you have a spare... anything."

As Miguel looked around his sparsely decorated home, he couldn't help but laugh at the comment and shake his head,

"You're right. When I moved in, I didn't expect to stay very long." He admitted.

Clearly, that changed. I wonder why. Simone thought to herself, not wanting to pry further. She looked through the door in front of her at the full-sized bed and realized she was in a pickle:

Take the pills and risk the dreams, or get no sleep. Simone weighed both options, realizing how heavy her shoulders felt on her body. She desperately wanted to get some shut-eye before her appointments tomorrow, but her brain wouldn't let her sleep if she tried. She owed it to her patients to be fully charged, which meant taking the sleeping assisters.

What's the worst that could happen?

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A bitter truth (Part 3) - Gorou + albedo

(Part 2) (Part 1)

Gender neutral reader!

You got your electro vision before Gorou got his own. It was a training day, when Gorou was feeling doubtful of his actions for once. Sluggish and inaccurate, he begins to groe angered. Walking over, you place a hand on his shoulder, beginning to get him to take a break only for him to shoot up. You yourself felt something along the lines of static, but you brush it off as a simple friction issue. He thanks you for your jolt of energy, saying your touch was enough to keep him awake before he went on to complete the crash course he was tasked to test out in good time.

After finishing your lunch, you finally convince your General to go to sleep. Walking back out, you feel an odd object on your thigh. Looking down, your eyes widen when you realise it's a vision.

Of only it was any other vision than electro, you think to yourself.

Many comments you hear regarding electro visions typically followed the lines of betrayal of the resistance or unworthy favour over the vision hunt decree.

So, you hide your vision, exercising your ability to not use the vision no matter how tempting it was.

Now here was Gorou, one of the men who didn't comment at all on electro visions. He didn't dislike anyone for any vision they had, but he didn't exactly appreciate the implications with the element itself.

So, you keep it to yourself.

Well, until now, trusting that Diluc wasn't going to betray you. Opening your mouth, you explain finally who Gorou was to you.

"The man with the Geo vision was my superior during the resistance." You begin. "I...it's actually a really complicated st-"

"Does this have to do with the element of your vision?" Diluc sighs out. Seeing you nod, he shakes his head. "Well, he mustn't have been a good General if he didn't help you use your vision." He huffs out.

The door to the tavern opens, and you instinctively hide. Diluc looks down, seeing the quartet he noticed earlier.

"Oh, master Diluc!" Paimon cheers.

Diluc waves, walking down the steps before starting to talk.

Oh, you're looking for this person? Well, I witnessed them head that way, you heard Diluc effortlessly explain, Charles saying a soft agreement to back Diluc up. Gorou, Xingqiu and Albedo begin to walk out, only for the Traveler to hear Paimon grow suspicious.

"This feels familiar..." Paimon huffs out, crossing her arms and pouting as she looks up the stairs. The traveler looks up, seeing some sort of element resonating that wasn't explained.

You witness the traveler, Gorou and Xingqiu begin to walk up, Diluc almost failing to keep his usual attitude up out of the realisation that Paimon clearly suspected something.

"Oh... They aren't here." Diluc hears Paimon sigh out of defeat. "Paimon was sure she saw someone here a second ago!"

The traveler uses their elemental sight, noticing a purple trail leading out of the door. Without hesitating, they begin to run.

Albedo was back at his Alchemy table, hoping that you were perhaps just tired from the events that transpired the night before. Spotting you, he jogs after you, seeing you were clearly running away from something you perceived to be dangerous.

"Ah, there you are." Albedo calmly states, running alongside you casually. You stop running, taking deep breaths as Albedo gives you the time to catch your breath. "I hope you're okay with me working alongside you today. Only to witness how you carry yourself before any experiments are to be performed." He explains.

Nodding along, Albedo gladly allows you to eat before beginning to do you commissions for the day.

Polearm at the ready, you begin to swing with the weapon. Albedo raises a brow, clearly curious.

"Are you nocturnal?" Albedo jokes lightly, you joining in with the humour of the situation "Worry not, I'm not judging you. Stage fright happens to the best of us." He reassures you.

"Ah, these commission's are up by dragonspine again!" You cheer, Albedo humming out of satisfaction.

"At least you have me, then." Albedo teases. Oh, you knew he was going to be relentless today. "I tend to work in Dragonspine most of the time. Follow me, I'd like to take you to my lab, after these commission's." Albedo states, you nodding along.

A Lawlachurl here, a dire need of refilled emergency points there, and even the clearly overly confident and pathetically under experienced adventurer there, you're glad to finally take a rest.

Albedo gets you to take a seat, hoping to get a better explanation as to what caused you to be capable of supporting on the way you did.

"Can I examine you?" Albedo states cooly. You nod, and Albedo begins to lightly grasp your bag, only to feel resistance from you. Before you can beg for him to stop, however, you hear several sets of footsteps.

"Hey, Albedo!" Paimon cheers. "Oh! There's your test subject!"

You freeze up, glad to feel Albedo remove his hands from the bag before nodding.

"Yes. Thank you all for being eager to help." Albedo hums.

You refuse to turn around, knowing fine we Gorou was right there.

"uhh, are they okay?" You hear agorou ask, clearly worried. "They look really frigid..."

Albedo looks over, seeing you're trying to keep it together.

"We were simply in the middle of something, Gorou." Albedo states, noticing you eye twitch when hearing his name.

Xingqiu, however, feels something isn't quite right. He walks towards Albedo, somehow spotting the vision-sized lump between your bag that you violently grasped and your body. Xingqiu smirks knowingly, placing a hand on your head before nodding.

"Albedo and I can follow up on this person's condition right now, if that is possible, my liege." Xingqiu explains casually. Both Gorou and Paimon agree to give the space needed, and the traveler is left to keep them in check as they explore various parts of Dragonspine.

"So, when did you get your vision?" Xingqiu asks. Albedo opens his mouth to start explaining that he already should know this, bit Xingqiu points to your bag. "How long have you been hiding it?"

Albedo looks down, now beginning to make full sense of why you had the ability to help with combat in the way you did. You turn to check Gorou isn't there, and you remove your bag, electro vision glowing eagerly.

"Oh..." Albedo blankly let's out. "That does make sense." He hums out, crossing his arms. Part of him feels silly for somehow believing you had something different about yourself, but he was surprised that you seemed to fool people into believing you were vision less.

"Why are you ashamed of the vision you have?" Xingqiu asks, not beating around the bush. "I think it's cool to have a vision the same element as the oppressive archon in Inazuma!" Xingqiu cheers.

You laugh lightly, seeing his point.

"I can assist you with your weapon, if you'd like." Albedo hums out. Eagerly nodding, you see Albedo get up, inspecting the weapon.

The black tassel, huh? He supposed it was a good weapon for a support, and you were a prime example.

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