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mommypieck · 7 months

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𑄽୧ sensory deprivation with choso 𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 25: pussy delivery for you!!!

✿ choso kamo x circus entertainer! reader

✿ warnings: sensory deprivation, fucking while hanging from a rope, p in v, creampie, oral (m receiving)

You watch him from your swing in the circus. He's in between all the people, ready to see you perform. You have never noticed him before even though you have performed in this city a lot of times. At first sight, he's different. All of the guys try to maintain their bad boy hair while he's wearing a fucking pigtails. What guy wears pigtails?

"Who wants to be my accomplice?" you ask the audience, and they answer by roaring chanter. Everybody wants to get closer to you.

Your family has a deep history of doing circus. It was your great-grandfather who started all of this. You never complained though. Your job is to swing wrapped in ropes, doing all kinds of tricks.

"What about you, sir?" you point at the guy in pigtails. He looks surprised that you would pick him, but he follows you to the stage. The shyness just radiates off of him, and you think it's the cutest thing ever.

"We have a brave volunteer here, " you exclaim with a smile, "you see those hoops? You can't connect them, but I'm gonna show you that is possible."

This trick is old, but people seem to love it the most. Half of your body is wrapped in the rope swing, and you place one hoop in the guy's hands.

You swing your swing around him, gathering some speed before you throw the hoop at him. He puts it right in front of him at the right moment for it to intertwine with the other hoop. The crowd roars in awe, throwing flowers at you. Another hoop follows suit and lands perfectly into the hoop too.

"That's all guys," you yell at the crowd. They boo at you, wanting to see you do something more, but it's the end of your performance. You hop out of the ropes, gathering the hoops from the guy.

When you're close to his side, you whisper in his ear, "Meet me here at 6 pm."

Choso had his eyes on you for a long time, always watching your videos on YouTube. He used to come to the circus with his family when he was little before you were even born. But he never got the courage to visit you personally. Until today.

He sneaks away from the circus security, heading right into the main tent. Here you are - his goddess. You're in your swing, swinging from one side of the tent to the other.

He dares to step closer to you, making you notice him. You stop by slithering your legs around his waist. He jumps at your touch, and his cheeks turn red when you take his face in your hands.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you." you pout at him, using your finger to graze his bottom lip. He's shy, almost trembling under your touch. Choso tries to control himself, after all, it's the first time he gets to touch you.

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" you whisper in his ear, and he nods timidly. You swing upside down on the ropes, your face coming in contact with his hard-on. You don't waste any time as you pull down his pants to reveal his hard cock. He's big, pretty dark curls on the base. You usually mind when a guy doesn't shave, but it fits him.

Your mouth wraps around his cock, and you swirl your tongue on the base. His shaking hands find their way to your hair, and he guides you. he slowly thrusts his cock deeper when he sees you have no trouble taking in.

"I love your mouth." he moans. This is better than he imagined. Your mouth is way warmer than his own fist. This is exactly what turns him on, you in the ropes with his cock in your mouth. He whines when you pull away from him.

You turn normally again to tell him he can do whatever he wants with you. He's eager to finally fuck you, finally sinking his cock into the woman he dreamt of for years and years.

Choso grabs the robes, tying your wrists together while keeping you secure with the rest of them. The dress you're wearing doesn't conceal your body, and he has no issue pulling the bottom of your bodysuit to the side.

He nearly moans when he gets to see your glistening pussy. His fingertips pet your wetness, and he uses it as lube for his cock.

His length pushes all the way inside of your pussy, making you gasp. He's sloppy, he would never tell you that it's his first time. His head leans on your shoulder, this is too much for him. Your pussy is way tighter than he thought it would be, wrapping around his cock nicely.

"You're so hot." you moan, you want so badly to run your hands through his hair, but he has you wrapped. He's speeding his thrusts, and you suspect that he's close. You want to cum first.

"Come on, baby. fuck me until I'm screaming." he doesn't need to be told twice. His cock angles inside you so that your sweet spot is abused by his cock. He fucks you nicely when he's more focused.

You feel close under his new set of thrusts, and you know that he's close too.

"Gonna cum together?" you ask him. he just nods his head, poor guy too overwhelmed to answer. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, making your pussy wrap even tighter around his cock. Choso can't take it as he cums right inside of you. He just hopes his beloved sweetheart gets pregnant.

"Untie me, please," you beg, you're still in the hair by the restraints. He panics, what if you would like to run away with him?

He carefully unties the rope, setting you down on the ground. He's fast, and he's not gonna let you get away.

"What's your name by the way?" you ask him as you check your outfit to see if there's any damage.

"Choso Kamo."

"Nice to meet you, Choso. I gonna think about when I come back here"

choso smiles to himself, you're not getting anywhere. Not under his watch.

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leviismybby · 9 months

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The first time I saw you, I knew

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

No warnings, it's fluff

Levi kept a stern face as he walked through the corridor of the headquarters, that is until someone bumped into him. "Oi! Watch where you're going." He scolds you as you pick up the tea boxes from the ground. "I am so sorry sir, I am in a little bit of a rush."

He scoffs before kneeling to help you pick up the boxes. "Tea?" Levi asks looking at the box in his hand. "Yes sir, I am delivering it." You say quickly picking up the mess you made. "Thank you." You thank him and smile kindly as he hands you the rest of the tea. He doesn't say anything and just looks at you for a little bit before standing back up.

You know who he is and it makes you incredibly nervous that you just managed to trip over your feet and bump into him of all people. Yet, he didn't seem to mind, his expression remained the same. Standing up on your feet, you put take the boxes back in your hands.

There is a moment of awkward silence, Levi looks at the tea and than back at your face. "What's your name?" Usually there's a different person delivering tea to the headquarters, he didn't know his name as it didn't interest him but you didn't need to know that.

"Name." You tell him your name, offering him a gentle smile. "Hmm." Levi hums, his gray eyes boring into yours. There's a weird feeling in his stomach, he can't explain it. It's like something is tickling him from the inside. Was he....nervous?

"Ugh I really should be going now, sir." You say, trying to escape his intense gaze that makes your knees buckle slightly. He wasn't the tallest but in your opinion, he was handsome, you have never seen eyes like his.

"You don't need me to tell you where to go, I assume?" His brow raises slightly however the tone in his voice is a little softer, just a little. "No, sir I know my way around."

He nods. "Don't call me sir, Levi will do." You nod. "Okay...Levi." The man doesn't say anything in return, there's a weird lamp in his throat, he really, really, likes how you hair looks, how your face is illuminated by sunrays that shine through the window.

Levi was brave in every sense of the word and yet, here before you, he felt like a coward. So instead of speaking his mind, he sternly says. "Tch, just watch where you're going next time. Off you go now."

You quickly apologize again before rushing in the other direction, Levi turns to walk back to his office, trying to convince himself that it was nothing more than a stupid interaction with a random girl.

Before he walks back to his office, he looks back at you as you walk in the other direction. She's just a delivery girl. His mind tells him but his heart has already decided, she is the one.

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yuellii · 7 months

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02. / Fate : SACRIFICE

werewolf wriothesley / gn reader . completely sfw . tw gore

Fontaine : DARK BLOOD ; supernatural series m.list

"Good day, Mr. Wolf."

The scent of fresh bread through the trees; he inhales the delight that steams from the linens of your wooden basket.

"Good day," says he. A forest predator, so misbehaved with the size of his body that he immediately encroaches your personal space without proper permission. But what's different about your presence, he notes, is that you don't seem to mind. There was significant lack of fear for the claws on his fingers and the fangs of his teeth, most desirably. "You seem to be out all alone again," he muses, and it's his voice that contains the low, smirking growl of an animal. "Running a delivery?"

Your simple smile is all but sinister, just as polite as it always is during these past few months you've come to pass through these woods. "To my grandmother, as usual."

His nose leads him downwards towards your hands, a scent so sweet secreting from your basket of goods.

"And what have you brought this time?" His words are slowly slurred together, low rumbles pleasantly charming with the pop out of his canines between his lips. His hand slowly lifts your wrists with the basket as the length of his nails feel cold against your skin. "It smells so sweet," he almost drools with the lick of his lips. "I'm already delighted."

You seem to hesitate. And when you reluctantly open your basket for him, he sees why. "No sweets today, good sir..." Your shifting eyes gesture to the bare loafs of bread in the basket. "No sugar. Just plain sourdough, plain wheat," you list onwards, and the wolf can't help but notice how nervous you suddenly grow; he notes this is the first you've actually shown such a physical uncomfortableness before. You shift to grab your other arm, and that's when he sees it.

"What's this?" Without warning, he dives to grasp your other arm tightly, forcing a threatened gasp from your throat. And suddenly, the sweet scent grows stronger tenfold—he catches himself before he might begin salivating. There it is: a bandage wrapped around a fresh wound at the front of your palm. Still stained red, a bright and delightfully wet color.

"Oh!" you stutter, painfully retracting your arm from the iron grip of his hold. "It was just a small mishap," you laugh sheepishly, "nothing to worry about."

He finds a lack of worry within himself for the intention you specified. No, the worry he felt was from the trickling trails of his own saliva pooling by his lower teeth; A worry that he might've just devoured you—you, and the scent of your flesh that was so sickeningly enticing, he feels his body jolt in excitement of a meal. An animalistic instinct that leaves him drunk-dazed from the mere tease of your taste. He can't ignore how delightful the sudden mental image is—of sinking his teeth into that wound of yours.

“Wriothesley?” you voice out, and he feels his stomach lunge to his throat as the scent becomes stronger once more, only to find your wounded hand placed atop his forehead. Wet. He was sweating. “Are you alright? Do you have a fever?”

Flustered, he clears his throat. "You should clean that wound of yours a bit more thoroughly." So curiously to your notice, his eyes flicker to the side—anywhere but you. “And you might want to start running along now, don’t keep your grandmother waiting,” he further advises, “before it gets too dark.”

Before you can sound out another word, he flees off into the lonesome woods.

Garden shears, so clean and so pristine: a heavy contrast to the dark shadows as he loomed over the flowerbed. “This is a lovely little cottage,” he remarks. “And the tea your grandmother serves is quite good, too.”

“See?” you laugh wholeheartedly, hands clamping around rubber to cut lingering wilted roses away with sterling silver. Both your gazes cast downwards, and there was a stream of unwanted thoughts clouding his head. “I told you, she wouldn’t be scared of you.” The reassurance spills easy from your mouth, and he can only force himself to respond positively through a hum.

He jokes, “Does that mean I’m accepted into the family?”

You playfully bump his arm, and that’s when it happens—that smell, once again. Much more powerful this time, like the smell of freshly cut meat that was so overpowering, still raw with trickling blood that his tongue just yearns to wrap around. So sickening, he could feel the insides of his stomach writhe and clench just for a bite. And when he looks down just to see that you’ve accidentally cut yourself with the gardening shears, his instincts as a wolf almost collapses his sense of stability.

Your skin. It looks delicious running with blood. The feeling of his teeth ripping you apart into pieces is just within reach. His mouth feels dry in a way it craves for your flavor, and he does not realize he’s already grabbed you until the scent is so overpoweringly close that his saliva trickled down at the bottom of his chin.

A creature so disgustingly hungry for meat; he only snaps out of his daze when sounds of whimpers and fear emit from your body.

And yet, he can’t help but feel even more enticed. The sounds of your squeals, the fear woven into your features—he feels more starved by your horror-stricken expression to devour your body whole in a single bite.

“Wriothesley…” you choke out to him. The shakiness in your voice holds a fear you’ve never shown for him before, but perhaps fear was how it should be between a human and a wolf. “That really hurts,” you stuttered to him, “Please, let me go.”

He’s trembling. He, the big bad scary wolf, was trembling in place as he was merely moments away from devouring you. Your arm was now littered in new cuts, all from his nails digging deep into the skin of your arm to rip several more wounds. Above the cut from the shears, and his breathing blew right to your wrist. Had he let go, the limbs of your very soul would have been shredded between his teeth by now.

“Listen to me,” he says, voice a low whisper through seethed canines; and through your horrified tears, you see his eyes are pleading, begging you like a chained dog running feral on disobedience. “Please.” His other hand reaches down to meet yours—clutching desperately the gardening shears in your hand. Silver, completely poisonously deadly to werewolves. “Please, kill me.”

You stay silent, completely stunned to move in his grasp. Not when his nails still gashed holes of crescents into your arm.

“Please,” he further prayed, his mutters close to something of a growl as his lips were shaking, even as they leaned in to kiss the bleeding gash of your hand. One taste of you, just one. But his lips. They stung. “My mind is twisted. I fear I might suffocate the longer I’m with you.” His grip around the gardening shears is loose and rigid, and yet he holds them right up for you, urging you to take them. He practically pushes it to your chest, pressing the only form of a weapon you may have against him. He repeats, “Save me.”

Please, kill me.

Looking down at you with his mouth against your wound, lips tinted in your own blood that he laps up hungrily with his tongue, you realize this is the first time you really saw him as what he truly was: a feral animal.

“Or else fate will guide me to devour you whole.”

Blood moon, the cottage door is wide open.

“…Grandmother?”

The smell of iron hits your nose so sharply, yet the light sounds of metal rumbling and clothes shuffling were not enough to turn you away. No, your feet did not allow you to make such drastic movements in the suspense of the night, not when one movement may alert the inside presences.

But you find very quickly you do not need such caution. Because when you creek the door open even further…

Moonlight fails to illuminate the glowing eyes at the corner of the room.

But what you see in the darkness of the house was an entanglement of bitten limbs and clothing scattered into a corner pile on the ground, severed like the chew toy meal of a starving dog. And above it all glowed a pair of familiar eyes so wide and bloodshot, rimmed with the red crusted veins and tears of an animal. The filth around his mouth, the heavy breaths he released through the grotesque bits and pieces of breathed bloodied flesh stuck between his teeth. All with no mercy as strings of organs fell from his lips to his chin. So sickening, the smell of his iron breath in the air—and you only look away for a second to gag vomit back down your throat.

There is an animalistic instinct in his eyes that deadlocks you into place, lacking its typical playful compassion and instead showing the layers of insatiable hunger for human flesh. His breathing is still ragged upon his look of shock, like a deer caught in bright lights.

It’s far too late when you notice he’s drooling. Since the moment you stepped in, it was only his cravings that stunned him silent; you were so near now, so close: the final dessert to his meal. You couldn’t kill a man like him. But a monster could consume the likes of you. And it was only a rush of wind until the back of your head slammed down against the bloodstained wood of the floor, his body a heavy weight atop your own.

He was smiling. Smiling so widely that his tongue jutted out to lick his lips just at the sight of you trapped under him. His eyes, looking at you like another scrap of food in the wilderness.

But the first thing you felt before the rip of barred teeth, was indeed the salty droplets of tears that fell atop your skin.

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multific · 1 month

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Destiny

Mycroft Holmes x Reader

Summary: What happens when you fall in love with the IceMan himself? It can never end well, right?

Destiny.

A simple word yet it held so much power.

What does it mean to be destined for something or even, someone?

When you first heard about this word, your grandmother told you how she and your grandfather met.

A true love story.

A story so beautiful it was always in the back of your head as you grew older and older.

You hoped you would have a similar experience in your love life. Finding, the person and falling in love, it all sounded amazing.

You knew you wouldn't be able to force such a thing, you were aware of that. And yet, you were impatient.

So impatient that in fact, you fall into many traps.

In many ways, you thrived in your life.

Expect your love life.

Your desire for a love like no other made you fall in love with men who were undeserving.

Until you met Mycroft Holmes.

To say that he was the entire British Government would be an understatement.

You applied for a simple job, to be his assistant.

You spent so much time with him, that you thought you were going insane.

You blamed Stockholm syndrome for your feelings.

The moment you realized your feelings were real was during a very difficult week.

Almost every criminal in London had an agenda to mess with him. This caused you to do so much overtime, that you didn't even leave the office.

It was during the fourth day when Mycroft showed up with a bouquet.

"I thought you would be home," he said, clearly he wasn't prepared to have you right there, at your desk. "Usually you arrive at 6:46 because you stop by at the nearby bakery for breakfast and coffee."

So, he did pay attention to you. After he spent all that time to make sure you are aware that he simply doesn't care for people like you.

"I stayed to finish the file on this. I-"

"Did you eat?"

"No, Sir." he made a face at that and took his phone out of his pocket.

"Delivery will be here in 10 minutes. Eat, drink your coffee and then come speak with me. I'll be in my office."

He ordered exactly just what you wanted with the most perfect coffee you ever had.

He paid attention to you.

And you realized your feelings for him were real.

You knew hiding it from him would be impossible. Mycroft was incredibly smart. He would notice.

But little did you know, he felt the same.

He thought you would notice his feelings and confront him about it.

He wasn't ready for a rejection.

Yet, your rejection never came.

Not when he asked you out to dinner. Not when he brought you another bouquet.

Not when he kissed you.

Instead, he let you guide him.

Love wasn't new to him. He loved his siblings, and his parents but this kind of love is very different.

He didn't have experience with this kind of love, and it scared him a little.

But he also didn't reject it.

He embraced it.

And soon, a beautiful diamond ring found its rightful place on your finger.

It might have not been the way you wanted your one and true love.

But it was your destiny.

And you were okay with it.

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miss-tc-nova · 7 months

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The Smallest Lapse - Malleus Draconia x Reader

It's not my favorite, but I'm ready to move on.

Anyway, I remember his chef's vignette talking about how difficult it is for him to control is strength in regards to fragile things. I think people can be pretty fragile. I originally wanted to break the arm but I'm not ready to write that.

Premise: Malleus is avoiding his problem

Words: 1,334

Warning: Minor Glorious Masquerade spoilers

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It’s been about a month since the events of the Fluer City social and while I very much enjoyed the proper event, I’ve noticed the peculiar behavior of a certain dragon ever since then.

Normally, we had no qualms spending our time together; in conversation or in silence—we were comfortable. But ever since we returned to Night Raven College, it feels as if Malleus is avoiding me. I can never find him at any our usual spots anymore. A few times when I’ve spotted him, I called out, only for the mage to turn a corner and suddenly disappear. Even when I go straight to Diasomnia, they always tell me that he's not around, but I swear I’ve seen him in the window.

I know he’s his own person and that he’s allowed to do things on his own. Hell, if he wants, he never has to see me again. But I miss him, and until he tells me those words himself, I won’t give up on him.

And I have a plan.

Now, obviously I can’t just call out to him or he’ll vanish again. As much as I want to simply confront the man, I need to think with fae rules. So after foregoing homework and wracking my brain, I was up all night.

And I think I finally have something.

Ambling the school yard, I check under every tree. It takes me at least thirty minutes before I find the delivery boy I’m looking for. Fast asleep as I expected him to be is Silver, perfectly comfortable beneath the dappled shade.

“Ever reliable, aren’t you,” I hum, tucking the envelope under his hand.

At the slight movement, the young man hums. I immediately put space between us, afraid that his retainer skills might kick in and he’ll act before he thinks. But thankfully, Silver remains at rest and I can hurry back to Ramshackle to await the fruits of my schemes.

I can’t help the grin that splits my face when I hear a knock on the front door. It’s exactly 7 p.m. Scurrying towards the entrance, I grab the front door and rip it open to find my guest.

He looks unamused, his lips pursed as he stares down at me. Lifting the envelope with his name scrawled on the front that I had entrusted to my messenger, for the first time in a month, Malleus speaks to me.

“Well played, Child of Man.” Frustration oozes from each word.

“Welcome to Ramshackle,” I say, waving my guest into the dorm. “We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Draconia.”

He crosses the threshold. “I’m sure you have.”

“May I take your coat, sir?”

My satire does not go unnoticed. “No, actually. There’s quite the breeze outside and I don’t intend on staying long.”

I frown, following him into the commons. “Well that’s a bit rude.”

“Unfortunately, my hands are tied. I have things to do.” Even as he insults me, his eyes never fall on me.

“Like what? Ignore me some more?”

“I assure you, I have not been ignoring you.” He peruses the random assortment of snacks I managed to procure for the sake of appearances. “School work and other commitments have been demanding my attention as of late.”

“Yeah right.” Skirting around the dragon, I get right in his face so he’ll finally look at me. “Look, I’m not gonna beat around the bush and if you don’t wanna stay, I won’t keep you long. I can’t spend all my time chasing after you when there’s not a hope in hell of me catching you.” A dark brow pops in surprise. “So I just want you to be honest with me. You can either tell me why you’re avoiding me.” I let my gaze drop. “Or you can just say you never want to see me again and we can leave it at that.”

The silence gnaws at my heart.

“Surely you must understand by now that I would never say those words to you.”

My lips twist in heartache. “Yeah, well, it sure feels like that’s what you want to do.”

Suddenly, he seems to be the one trying to speak to me. “That was never my intention.”

“You’ve sure got a shitty way of showing that.”

This time, both his brows rise; I’m sure nobody has ever spoken to him like that before. I’m actually surprised he doesn’t snap back or even just leave—I probably would have.

His mouth opens once, but the man rethinks his words. Then he tries again.

“Perhaps you’re right.”

It’s my turn to be surprised.

“I never considered that my self-control would be lacking, yet here we stand.”

My lack of understanding keeps my mouth shut, yet Malleus steps forward. As though my skin is paper, he coaxes my hand to rise. Fingers ghost my arm, brushing back the sleeve to bare what lies beneath.

This is nothing new to me. The spot has faded to nearly non-existent, the faintest discoloration the only remnants of what transpired. Considering just how bad it was, it’s healing fantastically. Originally, the deepest, darkest violet had consumed my entire forearm and for days after, I could barely move my fingers without pain. Honestly, that it wasn’t broken was a miracle.

And it was Malleus’s fault.

Actually, it was Rollo’s, but the injury came by Malleus’s own hand. When the floor fell out from under us, his immediate reaction saved me seeing as I was the only one unable to defend myself. His grip hurt like hell, but I’d take that over slamming into the concrete below. The ensuing insanity proved a decent distraction until the following day. Even so, I thought everything was fine all things considered. We enjoyed the rest of the social, even sharing a dance between myself and the Briar prince. I’m not even sure when he discovered what he'd done—granted I didn’t take a lot of care to hide it.

My question comes out softly awestruck. “That’s why you’re avoiding me?”

His touch retracts. “I don’t regret saving you, but this event has shown me that even the smallest lapse in judgement could cause serious harm.” The slightest furrow of his brows reveals the guilt he’s been struggling with ever since the school social.

His words ruminate in my heart—trying to get a grasp on the fear he’s feeling. Yet the understanding does not sway my own pain.

“Didn’t you ever learn that avoiding your problems never solves anything?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You’ll never learn full self-control if you keep avoiding the problem.” I gesture to my arm. “—and that hurts more than this ever did.” There’s a trace of fear sneaking through my heart. “Accidents happen—even to you—but I’m still here. We can get through them together better than before. So please…don’t stop trying.”

The young man seems to take in my words, but his heart still set on never seeing me again still terrifies me.

Chilled fingers graze my face, tracing along my ear and jawline until he tips my face by the chin.

Riddled with guilt, he says, “How is it that the person I hurt most seems the least afraid?”

“Because I know your intention.” Again, I brandish the bruised limb. “Besides, I’d take this over a split skull any day.”

Finally, a smile slips his lips. “Yes, I can’t imagine that would be very enjoyable.”

It’s always been an infectious problem, but I’ll never regret the second-hand smiles I get from seeing others happy. “So…wanna hang out?”

A finger taps his chin. “I suppose those other tasks can wait. After all, I was invited.”

“Yes!”

Without hesitation, I launch at the dragon. Not a single muscle budges as I collide into him but his arms still support my weight. Even with all my strength, he’s not fazed by my arms around his neck. Playfully, my head bumps against his.

“I missed you.”

That deep chuckle twists at my insides.

“I missed you too.”

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izgnanik-a · 11 days

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MerMay GhostSoap 1

// MDNI // read at your own risk //

The camera flashed in and out of focus; a ship tossing and turning over dangerous waters, fishermen reeling heavy nets full of fish and creatures alike — a whole boil of eels, seaweed, and crab. Scraped from the deepest depths of the shallow water below, they prevailed through the torrents of wind and rain.

The camera fell out of focus with their final lucky pull. And within the confines of their net, held prisoner to human hands — lied a beast no single fisherman would begin to describe that day.

John MacTavish was in need of a job, and his resume was lumped full of references; he’d been in the military for the beginning of his legal life. Left before boarding military school, and became a farmhand. From then he became a fisherman, then left the seas to be stranded back on land as a delivery driver soon after.

And now?

“It says here you were in the military?” The interviewer before him was no means young nor spry. He was an older American fellow with a rough personality, one who didn’t crack a smile to a single one of Johnny’s jokes. So he stopped making them.

With his hands tucked between his thighs, he nodded. “Yes sir. I did my obligatory six month boot camp training.”

“Was there a reason you didn’t further pursue that field?”

“Wasn’t cut out for me. Wasn’t,” Johnny couldn’t search for the correct word but all he could think of was ‘volatile’ or ‘stimulating’ enough. “-The right fit.” He said in the end.

The man, who identified himself as Hershel Shepherd at the beginning of the bland interview, flipped through the collected pages of John MacTavish’s life. It seemed, for someone hardly climbing his late 20’s, that there was a lot to flip through.

To be fair, Johnny had been through hell and back with the choices he’d made to be in this exact spot. But that was for God to decide whether it was a good outcome in the end.

Shepherd gave a deep sigh. “This is a demanding job. Long hours of surveillance, as well as high security. I understand you’ve stepped out from being a soldier, but are you willing to take back the responsibility of one?”

When Johnny saw the ad for this job, the original description was vague to say the least. What he had expected of the job was nothing but a security outpost, with no location stated, Johnny was left to imagine a bank, or a hotel security post.

Johnny nodded. “I hope that I can be of service to you. I’m willing to do whatever it is that you need. I’m a quick learner.”

Shepherd gave Johnny a once over before shutting his file. “How quick can you be on the job?”

“As soon as you’d like me.”

“How about tonight?”

Johnny pursed his lips together, somewhat relieved to have a job but unwilling to say that ‘tonight wasn’t going to work because my roommate is making pasta’. “I can do tonight.”

“Uniform is black slacks and a collared shirt. We’ll see about your hair, but usual uniform is a shorter shave.” Shepherd stated. “The shift is 21:00 to 5:00.”

Johnny’s hair hadn’t grown to an unreasonable length, just longer around the neck and ears. He’d been in need of a trim, he thought honestly, but also enjoyed the hair on his head. “I’ll have it situated before tonight, sir.”

Shepherd nodded once before standing, palms pressed into the desk as he stood with a slight grimace. His leg aching. A storm was coming. He could feel it in his joints.

“Come in earlier than 21:00 so we can have you situated and tagged with an ID card.”

“Yes sir.”

“I’ll be seeing you.” Shepherd held his hand out, the only form of appreciation given the entire interview.

“Thank you sir. I’ll do my absolute best.”

He gave a wry look, a suspicious gaze of distrust. As if he’d been crossed before with those exact words. “We’ll see.”

“So, tell me again, why you’re doing this?” Johnny’s roommate, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watched him standing shirtless in front of the mirror, electric clippers in hand.

“The job has a mandatory requirement.” Johnny said, making a pass through his hair, disposing of the hair in the razor, and starting over again.

“Usually jobs require a close shave, not short hair. And your hair was fine before.”

“You should’ve seen the guy who was interviewing me, didn’t even crack, a smile or a single wink. American too.”

“Oh no, no, no, no.” Said his roommate with unexpected discouragement. “The last American to come through here was an absolute dickhead.”

“You can’t base your experience of one person off of a whole group of people. That’s prejudice.” Johnny mocked.

“No. It’s called behavioral learning; you said the guy didn’t even crack a joke or a smile at your jokes, granted your jokes are shit, but someone would at least make a comment about it.“

Johnny wasn’t even going to begin to dissect that comment. Everyone loves his jokes, no matter how horribly rancid they were. “The point is — that I have a job, and you don’t have to be digging into your savings in order to help out the both of us anymore.”

“It’s not like I’m your friend or anything. It kind of comes with the package deal.”

“Which I am eternally grateful for. Speaking of our friendship, I do have some unfortunate news.” Johnny grimaced through the mirror towards his roommate.

“Oh God. What did you do this time?”

“Nothing horrible. I just.. I won’t be able to make it to dinner tonight because I actually picked up a shift?”

“You’re starting work tonight?”

“He offered.”

“And you agreed?”

“He asked me when I could start working, and I said that I could start working as soon as possible, and that just so happened to be tonight. So I will be missing out on pasta tonight.” By the time Johnny had finished speaking, his shoulders were up near his ears. “But I’d be more than willing to take a plate to go?“

“So you thought that you could come in here, get dressed and shave your head awfully, can I just say, and then take a plate of my pasta to go to a job that you had an interview today, and start today?”

“Yes?”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve.”

His roommate stepped out of the doorway and out of sight into the living room, where Johnny was able to track them based on movement of the creaking floorboards. He smiled himself in the bathroom when he could hear the floorboard creek in the kitchen.

“So is that a yes?” Johnny asked, a smirk plastered on his face.

Dressed in uniform, and newly shaved with a indistinguishable mohawk, that was scrutinized by his roommate the moment he had showered, Johnny was standing in front of the building, where he was set to work for the unforeseeable future. A container of pasta for his late dinner in hand.

He had been greeted at the end of the road, before the building, by a pair of unfriendly faces that matched those of security guards. They both were equipped with concealed weapons, and walkie-talkies. they had called someone within the main building, confiscating Johnny’s drivers license until he was waved through.

From there, he was escorted into the building by a another security guard with an authorized ID card. The walls and the floors reflected similar brightnesses of the whitewashed marble, both polished and sanitized, while the overhead lights were obnoxious LEDs. there was not a single smell perforating through the hallways, everything felt sterilized and medical.

Johnny felt out of place. He felt the need to run, but he didn’t know what from, not yet. He kept thinking to himself, among the silence and emptiness of each hallway as he navigated behind the security guard, that he should’ve turned away the moment he saw the gates before the building.

He should’ve turned away when he saw the outline of a concealed weapon within the security guard’s belt at the gates. Though he wasn’t a stranger to gun ownership, being a soldier at the beginning of his legal life, it was an uncanny experience to be surrounded by so many armed civilians. And that said a lot as a Scottish Catholic, growing up in the Scottish Highlands, who migrated to the UK.

Johnny was escorted to room that looked more like a medical setting, then an inviting environment where he was supposed to stand guard. The man who’d been guiding him throughout the building turned to him suddenly, giving him a look over, and then spoke.

“This is the temporary personal lounge. This is where you will leave your personal belongings, as well as your phone inside of the lockers, preferably turned off until you leave location. You are responsible for your belongings, as well as the cleanliness of your locker. And if anything is misplaced or left out, we are not liable to replace anything.”

What Johnny had neglected to notice was a row of tall lockers lined against the wall alongside the doorway. Some already had their own combination locks on them, and others were left wide open and empty. Failing to realize the guard before him was actually telling him to empty out his pockets and put everything in a locker led to an awkward stare off before the light clicked on in Johnny’s head.

“All right.” Johnny began patting down his own pockets, emptying them out, as well as setting his container of pasta on the top shelf in the locker before reaching for his phone. He stared at the time before holding the power button, sliding the phone off, and turned back to the guard.

“There’s no refrigeration unit within the building yet, so you can either leave your food in your locker or you can leave it in one of the cabinets.“

Something told Johnny that if he left his container in the cabinet, that it would not be there when he came back. For a place that held no accountability for missing or stolen things, he had a feeling that this would be a whirlwind of a lawsuit. he took his chances and left his container in the locker.

“All right, I believe that’s it.” Johnny clasped his hands together. “I was also told to come in earlier so that I could be able to get my ID? “

The guard gave him a look, as if to say he had no place to say anything, and started for the door. “Follow me.“

Johnny moved in step behind him again. ”This is a big place.” Though he didn’t feel it was necessary to have a conversation, he felt like it would be more inviting if he could connect with at least one person on the job. “I think the only person I’ve seen in these hallways is you,” he joked.

The guard did not laugh. Nor did he entertain Johnny’s boredom.

“I would understand why you need so much security for such a big place.” Johnny remarked.

The guard turned to him, stopping in the hall. “You have no idea what you’re guarding here, do you?”

It should’ve scared him how much information he didn’t know about this place, or about the job, and how desperate Shepherd seem to want to give him the job only that night. But he’d seen horrors on farmland, even while he was at boot camp. This don’t scare him, not one bit.

So he just shook his head at the man before him, and said, “Not a clue.”

That seemed to make him coy. With that motivation, he continue down the hallway with Johnny in tow. As they turned the final corner, up ahead, there stood another guard beside a set of steel double doors, an electronic keycard scanner blinked red parallel to them.

“Who is this?” Asked the guard.

“New overnighter.”

“Johnny MacTavish.” He held out his hand to introduce himself.

They didn’t shake his hand. “Does he have a keycard?”

Revealed from his inner pocket, the guard who had been leading him through the building, held out a day pass. “For now.”

The way they looked at each other when speaking of Johnny made him feel disconnected. He felt singled out, and targeted, and this was his first shift.

The guard stepped aside, revealing a secondary keycard sensor and scanned their own. Their box turned green, while the other scanned Johnny’s temporary pass. The light turned green, and the steel doors gave a wail before an alarm blared from overhead. There was a red circulating siren light within the room they were entering, giving warning that something was wrong.

But the guard waltzed in, and Johnny followed.

The room was the same as the rest that he’d seen; white, bright, and bland. As he entered, to the right the wall had been swapped for a dark glass. It felt cold under Johnny’s palm as he dragged it along.

“This is where you’ll be staying all night. There’s a unit for you to stay and surveillance the room, as well as a security room with an emergency lock down sequence.” Said the guard ahead of him. “There is a list for you to read and study. You follow the rules on it, you get to go home every morning happy. You don’t,” he turned to Johnny, Johnny’s hand straying from the glass, “you can forget this place ever existed.”

Johnny watched him turned and looked to the darkened glass. Within his own reflection, he could see shapes through it. Not common shapes, odd curves and hills. “Is there a room on the other side of this glass?” Johnny asked.

The guard turned to Johnny from a desk, a few feet from the glass wall. Things had been pulled close to it to make it like-able; an orange electrical cable leading up to it, a desk lamp plugged into it, a single serving coffee maker, and nothing else. Two more sockets were left empty.

The pungent smell of something rotten lingered in the air, as well as the sea, where there hadn’t been a single smell outside of cleanliness moments before.

A snotty sneer appeared on the man’s face before him. “Just fyi, you’re not going to make it long here. So, just keep to yourself and remember the way you came so you can leave.”

Johnny furrowed his brow in disgust. Not going to make it long here? Now who the fuck says that to the new guy?

Johnny was left alone soon after. Nothing but an empty wing to survey, two rooms, and no phone. He stared at the glass wall, a sharp corner opened to a long window and then solid wall. It must’ve been massive within. Cupping his hands over his eyes and peering into the glass, he stared into the dark tint.

Johnny felt the coolness of the glass underneath his hands, it was almost shockingly cold. He couldn’t huff a single breath before it would fog up. Glancing to the desk, he turned on the lamp and turned its head towards the glass to shine it over.

What he hadn’t realized is that flecks of debris floated on the other side of the glass. He wiped his thumb along to clear it only to find it still there, the heat of his hands remained. He furrowed his brow in confusion as he brought the lamp closer.

Staring into the dark tint of the glass, smelling the rotten seaside water, he pressed his hand to the glass again to peer through. His thoughts coming in clearly.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus.” He stepped back to gaze up at the tall wall of glass. “It’s a fucking fish tank.”

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christinebloodwrittings · 11 months

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Something exactly like this

Third part here! Honestly one of the worst things to do in the laboral world is managing clients, I'd rather clean toilets, I would deal with less shit, no kidding xD.

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Harassing, violence.

Words: 2578

Chapter three: The way of the punk

Taglist: @xoxobabe @lavndrluv

It was around 6pm, things were as slow as ever, but my mood shifted after seeing Spider-Punk, maybe because of that I made a few extras on my tip.

It seemed like a good day so far, I was preparing the inventory for later, and then, it went down when I heard someone scream.

When I hurried back to the counter I saw a couple punks harassing Jess, one of them had her cute scarf on his hand, pulling on it so she was literally glued on the counter, unable to move.

"HEY" I yelled, "Let her go, I'll provide service for you" the taller one let go of Jess, making a disgusting grin, "Now that's better, see how easy is bein' nice?" He pushed her head against the wood harshly before sitting on a booth.

"What can I get you?" The same bastard eyed me up and down, licking his lips, "Don' know, you in the menu?" He and his peers laughed at his lame joke. Normally I would at leat try to knock him out, but like I said before, same shit every day.

"Sir, if you're not gonna buy anything, I'm going to ask you to leave".

"Sweetheart" he grabbed my note pad and wrote awfully his order, then the threw it back to me, "Don't get your knickers in a twist, hurry to the kitchen", I almost wished he said thay it's where I belonged so i had a reason to kick his face, but I just let them laugh as I walked behind the counter.

"Three eggs with bacon and three coffees" I placed the order, feeling Jess's eyes on me, "Are you okay?" She rubbed her neck a little, "Yeah, sorry I didn't know what happened back there" this time I was inclined to hug her, "Relax, stay in the register".

Usually we have people every certain amounts of time, so it's never really full, the rush hour started between 5pm and 7pm, because people started managing from home their businesses, due to all the violence. Only a few thousand were brave enough to work outside, like delivery people, or mall staff.

Punks were the worst clientele, you can ask anybody who has to work with people for a living, besides Karens, old people with children and perverts, punks were simply the worst.

"Order up!" The cook handed me the plates, which I took to the table swiftly and without dropping them, not bad since the leg.

"Thank you sweetheart, that'll be all for now" the other tried to copy his comrade stupid attitude, but couldn't make it sound as disgusting, more like pathetic and uncharacteristic. Rather cringy really.

The air around me changed when I saw that one of them had a gun.

Couldn't made a single movement that was too erratic, neither alert Jess without being too obvious, so I just acted normal, like I didn't give a fuck and started to fill up ketchup containers.

One thing is being shot from behind a smoke curtain where you can't see the gun or the person behind it, but it's totally different to have someone point a gun directly to your face.

No one should know what that's like.

Had to be calm, breathe in, attend them and then they would leave. I kept repeating that when they ordered pie, the plates moved with my shaky hands, and just didn't know how to act anymore.

"Ah, why so nervous luv?" His hand went down my thigh, caressing gently with his dry as fuck fingers. What could I do? I couldn't see his other hand, so I guessed it was on the gun, which he showed me with a dark smile.

"Gonna behave now huh? That's why little humming bird went silent?" The third now spoke, making the supposed leader snicker.

His hand moved upwards, reaching towards my ass, never taking his eyes away from me. I couldn't get out of there, Jess, tired of the scene, tried to get closer but I shook my head slowly, couldn't risk her being involved.

"Let's see how well you do me now, whore" he pulled me to his lap, his hand fully grabbing the gun now. He undid the laces behind my apron and slid it away, then he used the cannon of the gun to slip up my shirt, "Wahoo, little bird is bein' cooperative" mocked the second one, firstly taking my hand and then pinning it on the table.

Now, his hot stinky breath was against my neck, along with his tongue, going up and down. Shivers ran down my spine, while I fought the urges to cry and throw up. "Shakey aren't we? I like that" One more word out of his mouth and I literally wouldn't be able to contain my stomach.

In the midst of an awful situation, his head went backwards and dented knife was pressed harshly against his throat, "You better unhand her, things will get messy otherwise" I looked up, "Sir, please" I whispered not believing my eyes.

"Come get y'er bitch huh? No worries, I'll return her to you when we're finished" this guy seemed to not be able to read the situation he was in, until the manager in a blink of a eye scratched the hand with the gun, giving me a window to break free and run to the counter.

"Look what you made me do, you couldn't just wait your turn huh?" I wanted to say he was in an unfair fighting situation, but two of the guys slipped away as soon as they say thr massive riffleon his hand, so it was just the leader vs him.

"Beat it Claude" so that was his name, it was a bit off for a dude like him. "This ain' over, old geezer" he spit and left, but his gaze lingered on me for some reason, it gave me goosebumps.

If only Spider-Punk had appeared instead of him, I would've kissed him right there on the spot.

"Thank God sir, thank that was so badass" she called him?? "No problem, wonder why he was here of all places, wasn' on his turf, besides no one manhandles my waitresses" he said brushing back his white hair.

"Th...Thank you" I ended up stuttering, and my voice broke as soon as I made the effort to speak up, "Did he hurt you?" Jess walked past the counter, brushed my hair away from my face and neck, then she eyed at my arms, torso and legs.

"Only emotionally, but besides the touching and licking, he didn't do much" she sighed, "You're pale, need anythin'?" She seemed really worried, "I'm sick, so I'm gonna take five in the bathroom, I feel...dirty" I turn away from Jess, for some reason I felt embarrassed, maybe was the fact that everyone saw that horrible scene back there, but the embarrassment was going to pass, the feeling of his hands and awful words wasn't, not easily.

After I puked my guts out, I resumed work, then at 7:30, locked myself in the back to do inventory, alone with my headphones, blasting pop clasics instead of listening to my thoughts, otherwise they would eat me alive.

Later I was walking home when I remembered Spider-Punk could come, and since I didn't really had the energy to deal with people, at all, no matter how nice, I thought of leaving a post it on the window, because I couldn't exactly text him, right?

Home sweet home.

Was it really? Sure I entered a department hardly decorated, half of the walls painted in a minty green that was hideous, with two corners occupied with stacks of empty boxes, a single brown couch and a bedroom as boring as vanilla ice cream.

So yeah, home.

Lonely, cold home. With no one who greets me with a hug, with something freshly cooked, or at least the damn lights on. Just the emptiness and coldness, as usual.

Is sometimes a curse to be independent.

I threw my work bag on my bed, it looked tempting as fuck, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get up. The only things in my mind were an instant Ramen cup I had stashed somewhere in the kitchen, and a shower.

And I couldn't wait to be clean.

But as soon as I opened my window, the masked man fell from the roof and stopped to be face to face with me, upside down like earlier.

"Hey there luv" there he goes again with the gorgeous British accent, "Hi, I was just about to ask you for a rain check"

"Why? Somethin' happened?"

"No" Yes, "Work drained me, socially speaking, so..." I sighed, my eyes shut fighting a few tears "Sorry I just can't deal with anything or anyone right now"

"Wanna be alone, talk about it, a distraction, just stare at the telly, or a hug with no questions?" I really appreciated him giving me options, but I was just so tired, "I want to sink in the dirt, so can we...do this some other time?" He bowed his head slightly, "Of course, have a good night luv" he was so polite and understanding, it made my heart flutter.

"Same, be careful" He jumped away, but as I was about to close the window he came back to open it back again.

"What are you-" he didn't let me finish, a single jump and he was inside my room, "I know the best to shake off a bad day, come with me" he suddenly was so illuminated, but I wasn't sure, and he noticed. "We'll be back before curfew, cross my heart" he assured me, and seemed confident enough.

"You sure?" I placed my hand on his, "I bet you a kiss" I grabbed my cellphone, and my keys just in case, before following him to the window, "You're on".

He took me to the roof, the last bits of the sun shining at the distance made me forget the cold wind blowing.

He jumped on the edge, and pressed my body to his before leaning back, and fully jumping off the roof, his arm firmly wrapped around my waist. "Oh my- Fuck!" I yelled, holding him for dear life. I heard him fucking laugh, "Don't mock me you punk!" He laughed even harder, "You're so cute!" I heard him, and felt the movement of his cheeks, I bet he was smiling.

We landed in front of a cafe, not like the one I work in tho. It had a simple style, not much like the 80's, more like modern but it felt like home. The smell coming out of the kitchen was sweet, warm, welcoming.

Gosh how did I missed a place like that?

"Man like Sam! Spare us an hour or two?" The man from the counter lifted his head, "Yo wassup Spider-Man, sure thing, the usual?" Seemed that they get along just fine, "Yeah, but not for me, you're not alergic to cherries right?" I shook my head, "So that and a... coffee? Or perhaps a milkshake, luv?" He gave me a nudge on the shoulder, making me laugh at his funny tone.

"Making fun of me, huh?, a capuchino please" the man nodded with a sweet smile before going to the back.

"I wasn' ya know? Just thought you were the kind of girl who enjoys the milkshake with the share heart straw" I laughed as I followed him to a booth.

"I mean, I do enjoy a good cliché, but this is not that kind of situation, and you're too cool for that" he gasped in a dramatic way, "You're assuming the way of the punk don' like cute stuff?" The smile on my face grew a bit, "I suppose so" he leaned his body against the wall, punching his chest with both hands pretending to stab himself.

"Way to punch my heart lil' luv" he was so weird, "You like clichés? Aren't those a way the media has to make people buy into a fake romance idea, and make money out of it?" I saw how he tensed his jaw, only to mouth a dry, "Yes" probably clenching his teeth.

"Not very anarchist of you to like 'em" I bluffed,

"In my defense, don't believe in consistency, luv" he was so enigmatic, but so simple? I had so many questions.

"Right, so you're a hopeless romantic?" He sat normally, took a second to think about it, then sighed, "I enjoy the lovey-dovey shit, it's a good rest from the hard leather and violence" waving his hand in the air.

The same man from before brought me a piece of cherry pie, with whipped cream and a ball of ice cream on top, and the capuchino, it was so cute, it had a shape of a cat on the foam. I thank him and offered the spider a bite but he refused, maybe because he just didn't wanted to lift his mask, too much exposure I guess.

"Must be hard" I broke the silence, while toying with the crust, "The what?" He asked, I was going to mention his whole vigilante life, but I figured something more, complete.

"Living in a constant fight flow" he looked down, then to the window, like looking for something in the foggy night.

"Already used to it, but yeah, who wouldn't be fed up already?, this seems like it's..." he punched the table, sighing exhausted. He seemed so tired of everything.

"Endless" he lifted his gaze at me and nodded, "Yeah", the only thing I managed to do was place my hand on his, to bring at least some comfort,"I feel you" his hand faced the other way, so he could lace it with his fingers.

"What had you so down?" His voice was low and soft, as if he was being careful and put a lot of thought into the question.

The piece of pie went hard down my throat as soon as he asked.

"I just...I really hate man that think they can do whatever the fuck they want to women" I felt how his hand had a firmer grip, not quite menacing like the punk at the coffee shop.

"Did someone do something to you today?" He suddenly went straight with his tone, and also his words.

"Honestly he was an imbecile punk, I don't care anymore, by the way no offense, but most idiots nowdays are punks" I stared at his fingers playing with mine, his other hand tapping the table occasionally.

"What did he look like?" He insisted.

"So you can do what? Forget it, if only he didn't had a gun, I would've kick his ass myself" the air went quiet for a little bit, again it was like I could hear the gears in his head turning, "Did he hurt you?" I shook my head, not wanting to disclose what he actually did, "Nothing physical".

"If I had stuck around, maybe would've helped" that made my heart flutter a little, the idea had crossed my mind, him swinging and saving me from that asshole, "It was hours after you left" It wouldn't have changed a thing, but he sighed and murmured a low "Still", his gaze, I just knew he had it on me, but how I wished I could see his eyes.

"If it makes you more at ease, this helps a lot" I laughed, but the sound of a police siren brought our attention to the window, and ruined the whole evening.

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archiveoftara · 1 year

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Magic is not real

Hello locknation, I'm back with another series. The reader doesn't possess any talent, has anxiety and isn't fond of the agent life or the industry. Lockwood falls for her first. Hope you like it!!

Warning: mention of anxiety

Part 2

It's chaotic at 35 Portland Row. The agents were occupied preparing for their latest case. Lucy was checking the inventory. George was surrounded by papers, plans, notes and whatnot to gain more knowledge about the visitor they're supposed to encounter. Lockwood was brushing up his rapier skills in the basement.

Lucy plops on the chair beside George and takes a deep sigh.

"I'm exhausted." said lucy.

"Nice to meet you exhausted, I'm George." George said.

"Very funny." Lucy glared.

Lockwood entered the room sweating, said "I'm starving, George."

"Have patience, kids. I've already called Arif's." George said while burying his face inside the books.

The bell rang and Lockwood rushed to the door to get it, only to be hit by the cupid's arrow.

Y/N's POV

The weather is nice in London today. I was at the back, baking some cakes when Arif asked me to deliver an order urgently as we're running short on staff.

I quickly got changed and left to make the delivery. I looked at the slip to make sure I'm at the right address. I rang the bell and waited patiently.

The door opened revealing a boy my age (probably), in white shirt and black trousers. Beautiful brown eyes, dishevelled hair, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Um.. your delivery, sir." I said while handing him the donuts.

"Ah yes." He said while taking the package from me. The atmosphere turned awkward.

"Sir?"

"Yes?" He whispered.

"That will be 15 pounds, sir." I said awkwardly, fixing my glasses.

"Oh yes, sorry. I'm so sorry. Let me fetch my wallet real quick." He disappeared inside the house.

I bid goodbye and left for my job. Little did I know my life was about to change.

It's been two months since the fellow agent met Arif's new Baker. He's been making his visit to Arif's more often than usual. Y/n couldn't help but notice the sudden change in the atmosphere. At first she paid no mind to it but Lockwood made it a tad bit obvious about his growing affection towards her. For instance, he would personally go to the shop to fetch the donuts, try to make small conversations and get to know her more, would order tea and have it there while waiting for his order. One day y/n had enough and asked Lockwood to meet her after the shift ended.

"What are you doing Mr. Lockwood?" She asked.

"Um.. having tea?" He replied.

"I want to make one thing clear to you. Our paths are different. We can't be together, Mr. Lockwood. I would really appreciate it if you just leave me alone and carry on with your life." With that, y/n left the shop.

Y/n got off late. The streets were empty and she still had a couple of blocks left till she reached home.

"There's no taxi. I have to reach home quickly." Y/n said while moving her feet faster.

Couple minutes later she felt a cold breeze. A chill ran down her spine. She hoped it's a cat but she knew it's something else. A visitor.

Y/n gulped and rummaged through her bag for a lavender or smoke bomb. She didn't wait and ran. She ran as fast as she could. She didn't care where she was going, she's looking for a place to hide. She suddenly stumbled upon a pavement which caused her glasses to fly away from her face.

"Shit. I'm blind without my glasses." Y/n frantically looked for her glasses but it was too late. The visitor was near her. She froze.

"Guess I'm gonna be joining you guys soon." She muttered to herself. Suddenly a rapier slashed through the air.

"Y/n are you alright?" Lockwood asked.

She was frozen. She was profusely sweating. She couldn't speak.

"The visitor will come again shortly. I can't hold him for too long. We have to leave. Y/n please, hold on." Lockwood picked her up on her feet. Lockwood safely took y/n to her flat.

Y/n invites Lockwood inside her tiny flat. She offered him tea as a token of gratitude. For some reason y/n couldn't meet his eyes. Maybe because of the nerves, maybe she's still shaken up by the previous incident.

Lockwood cleared his throat and said "it's a nice flat."

"Thank you. That's all I have." She said while looking around.

"I'm sorry." Lockwood regrets making the previous statement.

"No, it's fine. My parents, they were agents just like you, Mr. Lockwood. After their talent faded they started a small business. Everything was good till that night. They got ghost touched...You know how life in London is expensive, so I had to sell our shop. The rest is history." Y/n opened up her heart.

Lockwood didn't know what to say.

"That's why I stay away from agents. Mr. Lockwood. I'm not the ideal person for you. You deserve someone... someone who's brave.. like you." Y/n said.

"You think I'm brave?" Locked gave her his iconic smile.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

"Ms. Y/l/n, I can understand what you're going through. I respect your decision but please, i request you to respect mine too." Lockwood said looking deep into her eyes.

"Have you seen fireflies Mr. Lockwood?" Y/n asked.

Lockwood raised his eyebrows. "Yes?"

"When we see fireflies, we think it's magic but when we hold it in our palms; we realise there's nothing magical here. Magic is not real." Y/n tried to explain him.

After a moment of silence, Lockwood said something which froze y/n.

"I don't want to hold the firefly. I want to live in its light. I want to feel its warmth because it makes me feel alive."

"Please, y/n. I've lost everything just like you but I can't afford to lose anymore. I want to be your friend. That's all I ask of you. Give me one chance." Lockwood pleaded.

One chance? Every human deserves at least one chance right?

Y/n couldn't help but ponder about the thought.

"You can take as much time as you need. I'm always here for you, waiting." Lockwood left her flat leaving a conflicted y/n.

#lockwood x you #lockwood and co #fandom #anthony lockwood #fanfic #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #save lockwood and co #locknation #anthony bloody lockwood

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gayuu-the-necromancer · 1 year

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｡⋆｡˚🦋 Ikemen Villain Prologue 🦋˚｡⋆｡

Chapter 1 If Life Were A Fairy Tale...

If life were a fairy tale, it would have been easy to be happy...

We don't have to do anything we aren't allowed to do. For example...

A forest you must not enter, a door you must not open, a secret you must not know.

And...

Kate: "This is all that I'm in charge of? Okay, thank you for sorting the letters."

Colleague: "You know, the one at the top is a love letter, okay? That's a big responsibility, Kate."

Kate: "All letters are equally important because it's written from a person's heart."

Kate: "Okay then, I'm off to work!"

I put the bundle of letters in my delivery bag and opened the front door of the post office.

(It's even livelier today...wasn't it the social season?)

London, the Capital of the United Kingdom, is literally the most prosperous city in the world during the reign of her Majesty, Queen Victoria.

Immigrants, industrial capitalists, and aristocrats crowded together,

Everyone is living today the same as yesterday, full of worries and joys in their own way.

Kate: "Okay, let's get the work done as soon as possible!"

I am an ordinary citizen who works as a postman in such a city.

.........

(Phew, I'm tired)

As I deliver the letters to each recipient, as usual, I noticed the gas lamps beginning to turn on one-by-one.

(2 more to go...next address is...Ah)

Suddenly, a strong wind blew and one of the envelopes flew into the sky from my hand.

(Oh no oh no!)

The envelope kept flying higher across the dimly lit alleyway and chased after it desperately.

Kate: "If I lose it, I'll be in trouble...come back here!"

I kept chasing it as fast as I could and finally saw it lying on the ground.

Then I saw a man with silver hair that dazzled even in the twilight, emerging from an alleyway.

(Thank god...!)

Kate: "Excuse me, sir, please don't step on that letter..."

???: "....."

When I rushed over to him, he kindly bents down and picked up the envelope that fluttered down to his feet.

???: "There you go, my lady."

He simply picks it up and offers it to me, but I find myself gazing at him, perhaps because of his inhuman good looks and the elegance of his gestures.

Kate: "....Thank you."

???: "You're welcome."

(This person's eyes are...red. So much like.....)

Blood.

In the dimly lit alley, the outstretched palm, the blood-colored eyes....all of it was...

A shiver ran down my spine as if it was going to take me somewhere that wasn't real.

Man with red eyes: "Only 2 more deliveries left?"

Kate: ".....Hm?"

His mutterings brought me back to myself. Immediately, the hustle and bustle of London came back to my ears.

Kate: "Sorry, I was spacing out for a moment there----"

Man with red eyes: "Hurry up, the sun will soon be setting."

He said it in a whisper and briskly walks away. I soon see him disappear into the crowd.

For some reason, the faint scent of sweet roses lingering in the air made my heart flutter.

........

Man with red eyes: "I've made you wait, Victor."

Man with long black hair: "I'm happy to wait for you for hours...So? Did something good happen?"

Man with red eyes: "Yeah. I just saw a cute little robin, with a lovely voice, flying happily."

Man with long black hair: "Heh...if you're interested in someone, then that makes me interested in them too."

.........

(That was strange. How did that man know about the number of deliveries....?)

(I don't think we'll ever meet again...since he looked like an aristocrat by the way he dressed)

I walk the streets with a feeling of relief as if I wanted to talk to him some more.

Because I love the moments when people's hearts are touched, I chose a job delivering thoughtful letters.

I have no complaints about the days I continue to deliver someone's thoughts and I think that my current routine may be a happy life that suits me.

But I also think that the world might change if I take a step forward at...on a moment's notice.

(I'm not sure if it's called 'asking for something you don't have')

Kate: "Anyways, I'm glad I delivered all the letters today without any trouble."

It was then that I praised myself as if I were self-imposed.

???: "Wait!!"

(....!)

Chapter 2 - Boundary Between Good And Evil

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Phobos x reader

Rude >:(

Requested on Wattpad

Also note that there is already a similar Phobos oneshot on Tumblr out of coincidence, so yeah, just a heads-up

Summary: Director Phobos does not stand for any disrespect towards Nexus Core's god emperor. Unfortunately for him, there seems to be a special case...

Warnings: One mention of torture, violent threats

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Scientists and guards glanced as their Director strided through the halls. He looked angry today, footsteps even louder than usual and fists clenching behind his back. Nobody dared to ask what happened, not only because of his unspoken policy of "don't speak unless spoken to or if it's important" towards the lower ranking employees, but also simply because unlike most politicians he could actually kill them before they even notice.

Besides, even if he didn't, he would still be way too embarassed to admit the source of his frustration.

A civilian.

That's it. That's all there is. Not even anyone working directly for him, just some random citizen that seemed to take pleasure in getting on his nerves.

Whether that be ignoring every speech he gives out or every rule he imposes, and they always found a technicality to go around to avoid punishement. It threatened his public image occasionally, and piereced right through his over-inflated ego everytime.

They outsmarted him in the simplest of things and if that didn't make his blood boil I tell you.

And the worst thing? He couldn't bring himself to punish them for it.

It's not like he didn't want to, on the contrary, he should have sliced their head clean off long ago, but for SOME reason, he couldn't.

"Director?"

Maybe it was them playing with legal loopholes again that made him feel like they were untouchable, maybe they were actually trying to play mind games on HIM out of all people...

"Uhm...Director Sir..."

There was just...something about them, their shitty little smile, the way they talked to him so casually...

"Directooor..."

He hated it. He hated them.

"DIRECTOR PHOBOS!"

"Gah!" Phobos whipped around, snapping out of his thoughts to angrily look at the employee whp just yelled at him.

"Who do you think you are to yell at your lord like that?!"

"This is the fifth time I've tried talking to you Sir! Do you even know where you've been walking this whole time?!"

The dictator looks around him. Huh. In fact he DIDN'T know where he was going, he was on autopilot as he was thinking about that damn grunt.

"...What do you want anyways vermin." He avoided accidentally showing his embarrassement by asking a question.

"We got a delivery at the front door."

"Get someone else to take care of it. I'm busy." Busy walking to nowhere thinking about some random ass person.

"It needs your signature."

Phobos heavily sighed.

"Fine. Now get out of my sight George."

"My name is Ben."

"Whatever. You all look the same."

Ben left as he grumbled something, leaving his boss to start walking himself to the entrance at which deliveries to the Nexus Core were, well, delivered.

On his way there, he thought about how most of his workers truly do look the same. While yes, he was the one to impose the uniform, they could at least make an effort to stylize their hair or whatever. Maybe if the employees took inspiration from HIM, they'd be a little more-

"..."

"...Hi-"

"What are you doing here."

Phobos interrupted as he stared at the very same person he's been thinking about the entire day, the same one that has been consistently mocking and disrespecting him for way too long, standing outside the door with a package in hand.

"First of all, it's rude to interrupt pe-"

"Answer me."

They silently stared at him with a 'bitch' expression for a second before answering.

"The usual delivery guy got sick. So I'm taking his job until he feels better. Happy little accident huh?"

He glares at them and their cheeky grin as he brutally grabs the notepad and pen out of their hands and starts signing.

...

...very long signature he has...

..................

"...Is the drawing of you on a throne really ne-"

"Yes."

"Stop interrupting me! It's rude!" Are they really talking to their god emperor as if he was a stupid child? That piece of shit!

"You're rude. Now scra- ahem. Leave at once."

The smile on their face only gets larger.

"Imagine calling someone rude and then telling them to scram. Not like it'll be possible anyway, I have like 3 other people in this building I need to deliver stuff to. So unless you want to play delivery boy to them, I'm going to have to come inside."

Phobos' eye twitches. What kind of plot convenient badly written gacha life coincidence stupidity is this?! He's not humiliating himself like this! He can just go back to his office and use the intercom!

"I'll send a message to them. Who are you looking for?"

"Huh. This is probably the most polite you've been to me so far. I've got a Christoff, a Hoffnar, and a Crackpot."

"Oh...That stupid Crackpot is never going to want to come in here..."

He heavily sighed as he rubbed his eye. They don't know who that Crackpot is, but they sure as hell make their boss sound exhausted.

He stared a little more at the subsitute delivery person, before making a hard decision.

"You're coming with me in my office. Anywhere else would disturb my employees work."

Not sure how just standing around would disturb any work, but they just shrugged and accepted it as they followed Phobos back to the top of the tower.

"...And I've tried to be polite with you before, but you insisted on being a disrespectful little fool. So you only have yourself to blame."

"I know."

They eventually reached the elevator, which was great for the director as there was no one in there to look at the two of them weirdly or to judge him when he slightly drops his fancy talk and posture. Sure, he liked it, but it's way less natural from time to time, especially when all he wants to do is curse the gods he wishes so desperately to be for putting THIS person next to him.

"...Say, why doesn't Crackpot want to go to the delivery and storage room?"

"Fuck if I know. This man never makes sense."

...

"What did they order anyway?"

Might as well make some small talk if they're going to stay at the top of a very tall tower for some time.

"Let me check...Some religious things, christmas lights, a furby, there's also a bunch of Slaughter Time merch and clown themed stuff for one of them."

"I'm not surprised. They're all clowns."

"Woah, you talk about your employees like that?"

"If you had to deal with them all day every day, you would too."

"No I wouldn't."

He turns his head when they say that. How can they know that so well? They can't just expect all their reactions to be oh so pure, when they hadn't spent even a day in the science tower!

And even if they wouldn't talk shit about anyone behind their backs that...that would....well that would be pretty impressive honestly. At least to Phobos.

But before he could say anything, the elevator doors opened to his big private office's floor (because as cool as it was to have an open office watching lower beings work for you, it wasn't the best option for privacy, even less so when you had such a DISRESPECTFUL fellow with you).

Next they go into his office, he calls the top 3 scientists to go to his office, yada yada yada not very interesting stuff, he also took the occasion to sign some paperwork with that criminally long and complicated signature of his.

"...Why didn't you just let me stand in front of the storage room. Does that Crackpot just not want to get close to it in any way?"

He suddenly stopped writing (although with that signature it was closer to drawing really).

He didn't think of that.

He didn't say anything, he just went back to his work, although he seemed a little more tense, and his eye had squinted a bit, to which they quietly chuckled before looking around the room.

It was a very impressive one at that. Large with an entire wall replaced by a red-tinted window offering view to the city, and although it was more empty than the average person would expect it to be, especially for the leader of Nexus Core, there were still a few shelves, tables and frames displaying many medals, fancy paintings of the director displaying just how self-absorbed he was, as well as some trophies, almost all gold for one plastic exception that was for some sort of school theatre club thingy. Huh, cute.

Both Phobos and the subsitute delivery person turned their head when someone knocked on the door. That someone was the main scientist of the project, who was given his package, albeit not without flashing a strange look on the two people in front of him.

And then he left. Leaving them alone in the room once again.

It took a little bit of time, but eventually, the civil started talking to Phobos. And even if the director was quiet and reluctant at first, it was surprising how well things were going after a few minutes. It started off with snarky remarks and passive-aggressive jokes, before eventually turning into more general talk about eachother's interests and how the author doesn't know how to write a good story like what the fuck is this idyat.

And then, a certain Hofnarr came by and picked up his clown objects and Slaughter Time™ merch, also giving his boss a weird look because of the errand boy standing right next to him for some reason, plus the fact the two seemed to have been having a quite pleasant conversation before he arrived, which is absolutely out of character for the dictator.

To be honest, Phobos himself was surprised. Just a few minutes ago, he wanted to chop this person's head off like they were french royalty, but now he was sitting there, willingly listening to their voice and responding as he was working. It wasn't normal, it just wasn't. And yet here he was, genuinely taling pleasure in hearing about whatever anecdotes this random fool had to talk about.

Although they clearly didn't stop with their attempts at teasing him in between people entering and leaving the office, reminding him of just how much they love annoying him.

Then Crackpot comes in.

Except when picking up his package, he didn't stop at a simple questionning glance.

"Hey, Sir, who is that?"

He asked his boss, making him raise his head from his work.

"Take a guess, doctor."

Oh, he seemed in a bad mood. Would usually be more professional. Well, it wasn't complivated to guess who they were, the true question really was...

"But why are they here though?"

The director slightly tightened his grip on his pen, the embarassement and realisation of how stupid this situation was from earlier coming back. He glared at his employee.

However, the intimidation that glare was supposed to inspire didn't seem to get by, as Crackpot seemed to have had another type of reaction instead.

"Oooooooohohohoho...I see...I see..."

He snickered with a voice waaay too cheeky to be having an innocent assumption.

The two people in front of the scientist stared at him with a confused look.

"See what?" Said the delivery person, Phobos just ignored it and leaned back on his work.

"Oh, nothing! Absolutely nothing my friend! Just...I guess I found the answer to my question by myself!"

He was clearly trying to keep himself from laughing.

"Leave."

The sudden and oddly loud order of the director made the two others in the room jump. But you could still hear the smile in the excentric scientist's voice as he left.

"Alright! I'll just leave you two to it now!"

And he closed the door.

"Huh. I like that guy."

Phobos turned his head to that.

"Oh, you do?"

"I just think he's neat."

They then looked back at him, a frin on their face.

"Now, should I leave or do you want to spend more time with me?"

Oh boy. Here was that stupid smile and tone of voice again.

"You shall leave now." He starts to get up as he says that, the tower is a bit complicated for newcomers to travel after all.

"Aw, that's sad. I wanted to talk a little more."

"Well I don't."

"Are you sure? You look like you could use a friend." That question seemed genuine, as their smiled dissapeared whilst asking it.

"I don't need friends. They dissapoint me."

"Are you sure it's just that no one wants to be your friend?"

He suddenly slamed his hand against the desk with a force that could have broken it if it wasn't made of some fancy strong material.

"Listen here, vermin! If you are unable to realise your place in this city, I would be happy to show you where that kind of disrespect you seem to have so much fun showing me could make you end up in!"

He loomed over them, his eye almost seeming to glow in the shadow he casted. And they simply stared.

"If I'm feeling nice, you might even be able to choose. Jail, torture or hell, which one would you prefer being put in when your attitude makes you forget who you're talking to?"

His breathing was heavy as the silence between them grew and grew before he realised what he was doing and calmed himself down and started walking to the exit of the room, signaling for them to do the same.

And they did. Completely ignoring what just happened.

In fact, they almost looked...satisfied.

They knew they were probably one of if not the first person to have made and most importantly seen the Director Phobos himself snap like this.

The walk back was quiet, still littered with strange looks at the duo passing by. Except this time Phobos had no problem with giving anyone who dared stare at him a death glare that immadiately made them cower.

Not much happened aside from that. They eventually reached the delivery entrance, and he thought that would be all. But before the delivery person got on their delivery person scooter, they turned back to him.

"It was nice talking to you, by the way."

Phobos raised his head to look at them.

"...What?"

"I spent a very good time with you."

"...But...I...I litteraly-" His hands were making little movements to match his confused face.

"Oh don't worry about that, that was mostly intentional."

They gave him that stupid cheeky grin again, although this time...he couldn't get too angry at them for some reason.

"Wouldn't have thought I could have fun with you without the teasing."

"So you- ahem. So you admit it."

He had to stop himself for a second to avoid sounding childish.

"I was never denying it. Bye Phobos!"

And without giving the director time to catch on to the fact they just called him by his name, they left. Driving away on the slightly broken road.

He had to get back to his work, but the antire time he did, that interaction...that compliment...it all kept playing in his head over and over again.

He had received compliments before. And an ungodly amount at that. It fed his already oversized ego even more than it already needed. But he knew none of them were real. He was completely aware all the praise he was constantly given was always in the praisers own gain. Either for a promotion, to avoid punishement, any reason really. But it sure as hell wasn't to show their boss their actual appreciation and feelings towards him.

So...to have a random person who not only doesn't even work for him, but actively tries to be disrespectful and annoying to him...be the first one to give a genuine compliment to him after what was probably decades...

If he had to be honest, he had to force himself to keep a straight, unsmiling face of pride while working.

Huh... His chest and stomach are feeling a little funny... Whatever. He never took a sick day, and he wasn't going to take one now. There's still a lot work to do.

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anime-addict-362 · 1 year

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Pathetic Pt. 4

CW: NSFW, mentions of pegging, gentle sex, riding, less of a sub/dom dynamic than my other ones, aftercare, honestly rushed tbh, some of my worst works

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All Might was currently helping Y/N move, so she didn't have to hire more movers than she already had to. It was just a few nights after the whole office sex, and All Might was feeling better than usual.

And Y/N? She was still swearing him out for leaving her so sore. It was half-assed, but she truly was sore. Which made him even more happy to help in the long run.

Y/N watched him carry two couches at once, kind of jealous. Oh the shit she would do with that kind of strength...

Probably peg someone.

Well she would... Has, regardless of her strength... Not the point though.

All Might was humming to whatever popular song played on the radio, unaware of Y/N staring, and half fantasizing. "Y/N, where do you want the couches?"

When there was so response, he looked to her. Oh she was staring at... Why was she staring at his ass? "Uhm, Y/N?"

"What are your thoughts on pegging," She spoke up, small smile forming her face.

"I..." He swallowed. "What is it," He watched the small smile form into a smirk.

"It's where I fuck you," She tilted her head slightly. "The same way you fucked me over that desk."

His eyes widened. "...how," He almost whispered.

"In your ass of course," She laughed, legs swinging.

Before he could say much more, the delivery guy was walking in, looked shocked that All Might was there for a second then stuttered out. "I uh, need the owner of the home to uhm... Sign this?"

"That's me," Y/N spoke up, following the guy outside and yelling out a "think about it Sir!"

All Might was dumbfounded, then tried to clear his mind and putting the couches down in front of the fireplace. Last time he checked, Y/N chose to live in a bigger apartment. This was a pretty big house.

"Y/N," He spoke as she walked back in. She hummed, sitting on her new kitchen counter. "So why here? It's pretty big for just one person."

"I liked that I could afford to pay it in cash," She rested her face in her hands. "It was too big of an ego boost to not get it."

All Might snorted. "I pay you too much, is that what you're saying?"

"Maybe," Y/N shrugged. "Not going to ask for you stop though."

All Might looked around the room. "So you have a lot of furniture, but not a lot of decorations. Are you leaving it like this?"

"Uh, for now, yeah. But not for long. Rather do one thing at a time," Y/N looked to him. "Nice subject change technique."

"That was not the reason I brought it up," He shook his head quickly.

"Right," She tilted her head. "It was just a suggestion, you know. Not going to force you into anything," She paused for another second, looking All Might in the eye. "You know that, right?"

"Yes," He nodded quickly. He trusted Y/N more than he wanted to admit to. He never trusted many people. His assistant was practically the only person up until Y/N. Then there was Tuskauchi, Dave- Oh goddamn, what was Dave up to?

"Well think about it," She leaned back, voice bringing his attention back. "Let me know what you feel-"

"I want to do it," He nodded, almost proudly as he stood tall.

Y/N's eyes widened. "You barely know what it is-"

"Well you just told me! If I get to fuck you, it's only fair you do it back," God, he hoped the moving guys didn't hear that. He was on the news enough as it is.

Y/N was silent for a second. "As much as I want to take up that offer, I would feel better if you did a little research before we jump into it. It's best if you know about it a little first."

"Well if you insist!"

She gave an amused snort at his slight posing. He truly was just like comic book hero.

"And if you would like, I would enjoy taking you out to dinner," He grinned brightly. "Anywhere you would want to go."

She thought about it. "I'm not huge on public restaurants, too many people recognize you."

"Then we can just do some take out, hang out here or at my place," He offered.

Y/N nodded, rubbing the back of her neck. "Yeah, I would like that."

"Miss L/N," The delivery guy came back. "We have everything set out. Would you like our help bringing it all in?"

"No thank you," Y/N shook her head. "You can leave. Thanks for the help."

He went to leave and All Might went to speak at the same time. But the delivery guy came back in, looking confused. "I think you wrote the uh, tip portion wrong."

"I didn't, and if I did, I don't really care, please leave," She stood, voice firm and the guy just decided to leave, even with the huge tip.

"You should fuck me," Y/N spoke bluntly and All Might felt his face burn.

"You just said how you needed a break because of how sore you were," He spoke, more curious than anything.

"I'll survive," Y/N said, bringing herself to be picked up by him. "Just be gentle and I'll be fine, okay?"

He nodded quickly, breathing picking up. "Are you sure?"

"I promise, Sir. I'm okay," She kissed him. "I trust you."

So she was sat on All Might's lap, riding him gently. All Might let her keep the control, just groaning and kissing her.

"Do you feel good," All Might spoke against her neck, feeling her nails dig into his chest.

"Yes, so good Sir," She nodded, hand grabbing at his hair. All Might pulled away to watch Y/N's facial expression. It was soft, but he could tell she felt good, her breathing hard and her eyes closed as if she was relaxed.

And he slowly started to notice, just how relaxed she was. Her body almost limp, just bouncing up and down on his cock. Her arms eventually wrapped around his neck, head falling onto his shoulder.

He ran a hand up her back, holding her close as she moaned. "Yes, All Might, you're so good. You're doing so good."

All Might groaned, bouncing her. He felt pride in how she fully relaxed, moaning and holding him tighter. "You're so... Fuck, Sir. You're such a good boy, All Might."

His eyes widened, his fingers digging into her hips as he moaned. God, he had to be careful with his quirk. He distracted himself with focusing on her clit so he didn't snap her body in half with just his hands.

That would suck, and it was more possible than he wanted to admit.

Still, he was satisfied with Y/N's breathing picking up even more, scratching his back and moaning his name. "More, please. I'm so close."

He nodded, bouncing her quicker and felt her tighten on him. He slowed to a stop as she came, whimpering and holding him closer, if that was possible.

He held her as she came down from her high, rubbing her back and kissing her shoulder.

"Are you feeling okay," He asked once her breathing calmed down.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Y/N nodded, before sitting up, forcing herself and All Might pulling away. "Did you come?"

"Uh, no," He shook his head. "Doesn't matter though. Let's go clean up."

"Oh c'mon," She shook her head, pulling him out as she sat up. "I want you to cum, All Might."

"It's okay, Y/N," All Might assured her, picking her up as he stood up. "You're tired, lets just get cleaned up and then lay down."

She hesitated but nodded. He found a bathroom eventually (seriously, why did she get a house so big), and cleaned her up in a shower. It was quick to becoming the normal, and All Might enjoyed that.

It was borderline more intimate than the sex, his hands on her body, her leaning on him, kissing him whenever he leaned down, and the way she moaned as he rubbed her back.

Okay, so it was sex without the dick.

At least it was their sex. He watched some porn and man, sex got uh, really fucking dirty. He was glad Y/N wasn't into whips and monster dildos.

How did they get so big? I mean, his dick was pretty big but those dildos? They were the size of his thighs, together.

...was Y/N into that? He probably couldn't do that, he'd freak out over her literally ripping in half.

This is the man who's ACTUALLY seen someone be ripped in half. That was a crazy year.

"What are you thinking about so deeply," Y/N asked, eyeing him over her shoulder.

"Uh," He hissed. "Just an uh, old mission."

"Okay..." Y/N gave him a weird look. "Lower your hands, please."

He lowered his hands to the middle of her back, massaging her sides and back at the same time. This is one of the few times having huge hands was helpful. He's broken so many mugs.

He also had to decline most handshakes from a young age after he broke multiple hands.

"You're thinking a lot," Y/N hummed, looking to him again.

"It's not important."

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frontmansbitch · 1 year

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Can you please do a frontman x waitress!reader smut

His Meal (Front Man x Waitress!Reader)

♡ Synopsis || Your job is to deliver meals to the Front Man in time. One clumsy day made him prepare his own snack.

♡ Content warnings || Handcuffing, power dynamics, having control, eating out, dubious consent

♡ Author’s note || Apologies for the long, long wait (I was planning on coming back months ago oops) I would not blame you all if you have lost interest in Squid Game, but I hope you all enjoy reading this anyway if you stayed :) This will probably get a part 2 because I got another request similar to this one ;)

Tried my best to continue using genderless terminology so everyone can feel included

PART 1

The Front Man always requires his meals to be delivered straight to his floor on time. Or more specifically, to his room.

You can't even remember how long you have worked in this place, yet you still feel nervous every time you go up on that floor. Something about serving the manager of this place made you feel odd in your stomach.

Today you are late. Usually, you finish preparing lunch well before delivery time, but this afternoon you had to help clean up some of the circle soldiers' messes. Normally you work alongside the circle soldiers in helping out with domestic chores. Except you did not wear the pink jumpsuits. You did wear a mask, however, but it was not a simple geometric shape. It was to protect your identity, but it also felt to be a way to show off your devotion and loyalty to this place. You were one of a kind; your role was to be a 'waitress'.

Everyone had a hierarchical position in the facility. You were not sure what ranking you would be classified to be, but you knew that you were certainly in a more 'honourable' position than the circle guards you worked alongside. That's why the Front Man trusts only you to deliver his meals, and the reason why you – as far as you knew – were the only person that could walk on his floor beside himself and the host. For duty reasons, obviously. It's not like you could just wander around his floor as you wish.

Nervously, you knocked on his bedroom door, as that's where he usually rests around this time. A gap in between the door allowed you to peer through, making you able to have a glimpse of the back of his exposed head. You watch as he puts his mask on and pulls up his hoodie, covering up the dark hair he had. As he stands up to walk closer to the door, you take a step back and pretend you had not spied on him.

He opens the door. "You're late." The Front Man says before you could even say anything. "My sincerest apologies, sir, but there was a slight inconvenience I had to handle." "I do not care what it was, but be warier about your actions next time. You know how we must do everything perfectly, there cannot be room for tardiness." "Yes sir." The system in this place prioritises perfection. In order for the annual games to commence, you cannot afford to make any mistakes. Neglecting one small, simple thing can end everything in a disaster. That's why you always make sure to do everything perfectly, to impress The Front Man. To gain praise from the Front Man. To…

Crash!

Ironically, the platter of food fell straight on the ground.

This led to a brief moment of silence. You would expect yourself to apologise instantly for causing this disturbance while immediately rushing to action to help, like how you usually react when you do something wrong. But this time, you were too stunned to move. How could you cause this mess?

Your gaze stayed on the ground, looking at the mess you have caused. As you look up, your eyes instantly lock with the dark eyes through the Front Man's mask, unaware that he had been staring at you this whole time.

"I-" "Enough," he sternly said. "Come in here." You were guided inside the Front Man's room. This was the first time you ever placed a foot on the other side of his door, you know you have made a severe mistake.

"Sit down," he gestured as he spoke, pointing at his bed.

Slowly, you walk towards his bed and sit down. You look up as he reaches for your chin, gently lifting your mask. Your face felt the coldness of the air in the room while your cheeks burnt with red. When he completely took your mask off, his finger traced your lips, making you feel the warmth of them.

"Looks like I have to do something about your reckless behaviour today."

The Front Man pulls out a pair of handcuffs as he pushes you up to the top of his bed, making you lie down. He grabs both of your hands and cuffs them together with the frame of his bed.

He looked at your face as he tried to slip his hand under your top. You give him a slight nod of approval, and he continues to touch you like his property. That's what you were after all, a maid that left their individuality to cater to the Front Man's desires. He exposes your torso to see you better, feeling your skin. His hand gropes your chest while his fingers pinched your nipples. Your inability to do anything about him playing with you made you realise how truly helpless you were in this situation.

After having fun with toying you, he unwraps your clothes. Now you had nothing except your undergarments on… well not for long. Before you knew it, he was already sliding them off while maintaining eye contact through his mask, making sure you weren't uncomfortable. You watch as he shuffles down, lifting up the bottom of his mask to align his open mouth between your thighs after swiftly spreading your legs. Watching him position himself made you feel your heartbeat ring in your ears as you were drowned with anticipation.

At the first contact, your neck immediately flings back as a reflex. His soft yet wet tongue touched the surface of your private regions. This sudden feeling sent a shockwave internally, completely blurring your thoughts to focus on one feeling: pleasure.

His tongue poked inside your hole which made you feel all sorts of emotions. He made sure to take his time before inserting his tongue in again, allowing you to embrace every feeling while he savoured every taste. He gradually got deeper and more intense, pressing especially hard on the parts that react the most passionately to the sensitivity As you tried to recollect your breaths, his hands brushed your skin, squeezing the more vulgar parts of your body. The Front Man took complete control over you.

The intense feeling made you want to release a loud moan that you had kept suppressed in your throat. You should be the one in charge of what your own body does, right? Or so you thought. The Front Man proved to you who was really in charge; his tongue dug deeper than you ever imagined it to be, squirming around all the edges. The motion of his tongue increased pace as he did all sorts of things with it: motioning it in and out, spiralling it around. You wanted to cup your mouth with your hands. It was all too much, you had to let out your cries.

This is where you completely lost it. The sensual feeling of being eaten out had made you completely lose any power you had over yourself. Your body and your mind completely submitted to the Front Man himself. No thoughts in your head anymore, just the need to feel more pleasure.

The moans and whines from your mouth only made the Front Man get much more aggressive. He pushed you to your edge until you felt yourself reach a certain point. You couldn't keep up anymore, he was doing so well.

With one last moan, you climax onto the Front Man's mask. Your body shook from the impact as your world turned all bright and serene. How disrespectful, you thought after realising what you had done. You should have at least warned him, but you were unprepared. The Front Man looks up at you and sits up, taking off his tainted mask.

"Looks like you made another mess to clean up."

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strawhatyami · 1 year

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Why you absolutely should bother with watching One Piece in 2022:

Alright I'm going to get straight to the point.

Usually when you ask people “what’s so great about One Piece” the most popular answers will be about the loveable characters, good world building and great foreshadowing.

Which is all very true and I’m here to delve into why, starting with the main character :

Monkey D. Luffy:

I once saw someone describe Luffy as a "pretty simple character that is done right". And I must say that’s the best way to describe him. His straightforward, curious, extroverted nature is the is the perfect window to explore such a vast interesting world.

Luffy does his own thing, he’s selfish in many ways, his main goal of becoming the king of pirates itself is rooted in selfishness and greed. But he’s still a chill and kind-hearted dude. It just so happens that the selfish things he wants in life are fairly tame things like eating lots of meat and punching those who hurt his friends or innocent people in the face.

And in truth, he’s quite the emotionally intelligent character which is such a charming quality that has landed him allies and friends all over the world.

In short: He’s just goofy and loveable and I like the fact that Oda ditched trying to force a "relatable" protagonist (him not having any internal monologues is a nice touch that fits his character well imo).

And before we move on, I’d like to give an honorable mention to Tanaka Mayumi who is such a wonderful voice actress<3

Next up : World Building and character design

This anime undoubtedly has some of the best world-building that I’ve ever seen.

Which is great because at its core, One Piece is an adventure manga not a battle manga. Sure fights and matchups are important and epic and Haki is one of the coolest power systems out there.

But also watching the heart wrenching relations and back stories of the characters and seeing everything connect and having characters from 400 episodes ago make a comeback and be relevant to the plot in ways you never expected is WHERE IT’S AT.

Oda plays a lot with foreshadowing and he’s very good with continuity and revisiting small details which makes the story a lot more cohesive as a whole.

Watching this show feels like an adventure which is what Oda was going for. It’s so immersive and really plunges you into this fictional world that is so well built and versatile that you will never find yourself bored because each island is a new story. A new adventure.

The character design is also top-notch.

Oda has opened many possibilities for himself with the art style as the cartoony style helps in creating a fantasy world, you get more design freedom when you're not limited to proper proportions and things like that.

And he uses that freedom to create memorable characters but also to integrate parts of their personalities into their designs. Some of my favorite character designs include Sir crocodile, Franky, Kuzan, Doflamingo, Boa Hancock and Baby 5 just to name a few.

Last but not least, The humor :

Okay so humor is subjective. However I can confidently say that no anime has ever made me laugh my guts out the way OP did, the humor is elite and the jokes (especially pre-time skip) hold up even 20+ years later which says a lot.

And I think what plays a big role in that isn’t so much the joke itself but the (often) deadpan and downright hilarious delivery from the talented voice actors.

SO TO RECAP:

Cool mc, watching him punch bad guys is satisfying af.

Great worldbuilding.

Lots of heartwarming moments.

Characters be silly and loveable.

Lots of tiddies. Male AND female.

It has Trafalgar Law in it.

But yeah real talk this show has been a source of comfort for me lately and I believe it has something for everyone (especially if you're a sucker for the found family trope, it does it really well.)

Plus with the manga drawing to an end now would be the perfect time to catch up~

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osric-giroux-ffxiv · 3 months

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Delivery of Goods

The walk had taken him twice as long as it should have.

The journey from the Cress Estate to the Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly wasn’t usually a difficult trek, but on this particular day it was one that required several stops. He’d found himself out of breath multiple times between the Pillars and Foundation, and as he didn’t have a set time he was supposed to arrive, he thought it best to go ahead and take his time, rather than overdoing it on the walk over.

So, he’d paused - taking a seat on a nearby bench to catch his breath and checking in with the two men assigned with bringing the goods from the Vigil, seeing how far away they were - and once he felt up to it again, he was back on his feet and starting the walk once more.

This pattern repeated itself twice before he managed to make it to the doors of the Congregation - it seemed Dawn hadn’t been kidding when she mentioned that he might need rest - though he did manage to push the door open with minimal effort before stepping inside.

The interior of the building was familiar enough, he’d certainly spent enough of his time there during his late teens and early twenties. He looked around for a moment before one of the wandering armored men spotted him and walked over - all business as they frequently were.

“Pardon me, sir…can I help you this morning?”

“Lord Osric Cress, I’m here to speak with Master Thierremont - he should be expecting me.”

“Wait here a moment.”

Osric offered a curt nod - though he would have appreciated a wall to lean against, settling instead for glancing around the room as he clasped his hands behind his back, waiting for the individual to return, which he did after several minutes - moving much faster than he had when he’d left.

“My apologies for the delay Lord Cress…right this way.”

He was led up a series of stairs, which he managed to climb through sheer stubbornness and willpower. The urge to glare at the back of the Elezen man leading him up the stairs was strong, but he suppressed it, maintaining the impassive mask he often held when he was in this building. He would simply need a bit more rest when he managed to return to the manner, that’s all…

When they finally reached the second…maybe the third floor - the armored man held open one of the office doors motioning Osric forward. “Master Thierremont? Lord Osric Cress is here to see you, sir.”

Osric offered his ‘escort’ a nod before moving past into the office, seeing Gaspard seated behind one of the overlarge desks. The man stood, a bright grin on his face as his company entered the room and the door closed behind him. “Ah, Lord Cress. If you’re stopping by then I would hope that means that the issue within the Highlands has been handled? Please, come in, have a seat.” He motioned towards the two seats in front of the desk.

Right to the point…that would make things easier. “Indeed. The Vigil has been cleared, as you asked, and the Highlands should be clear for traders to traverse once again.” Carefully, mindfully, Osric moved further into the room before taking a seat across from the Elezen.

“That could have been sent in a missive, Lord Cress - why make the trip here?”

“There were also some goods located within the Vigil, I have two men who are seeing them delivered here. They should be arriving shortly and I wished to inform you of them in person.”

Both men paused for a moment as their respective linkpearls went off - indicating that the goods had indeed arrived and were being transferred over.

“Well, that is an extra little surprise. Very good - I suppose all that leaves is payment for a service rendered then, hm?” Gaspard seemed to be almost bouncing in his chair - it was a bit unsettling.

Osric shook his head. “That won’t be necessary, Master Thierremont.”

There was a long pause, the bouncing stopped. “I did tell you this wouldn’t have to be pro bono work, Lord Cress - I understand that the men who fought for you have to be paid, that maintaining a fighting force costs gil…”

“Indeed it does, but it was an honor and a pleasure for House Cress to take on this task in order to assist in protecting the citizenry of Ishgard in any way that we can.”

“You know, Lord Cress…the other houses turned us down. Told us that it was ‘just the Vigil’. That it wasn’t that important...”

“I cannot speak for the other houses, Master Thierremont. I can only speak for myself, and for my House. The Vigil is clear, as was asked of us.”

Gaspard looked across his desk at Osric for a long moment, fingers drumming against the wood. “I’ll be sending out a team to secure the area, just to be certain - I’m sure you understand.”

“Of course.” Because of course his word wouldn’t be good enough. He maintained the impassive facade, ignoring the creeping feeling of agitation at the back of his skull as he looked across the desk at Gaspard. He had to maintain his calm and he was well aware of that, acting agitated and defensive would only raise suspicion. He would not provide the ‘blood in the water’ as Vahalia had put it.

“And you're certain you didn’t find any other information along with these goods - anything that would have indicated where they were from, what they were doing there? No documentation of any kind?”

“Nothing. We encountered a small fighting force, which we cleared out and then we came across the goods - which we have now delivered into your hands.”

Gaspard again settled his gaze on Osric, his eyes narrowing for a moment as if attempting to determine if he was being fed some falsehood.

One moment passed…then a second…and a third…and finally he seemed to accept that Osric was being truthful.

“Very well, then! We will accept these goods and put them to use and inform the traders that the road to Tailfeather is safe…ish once more. It’s been a pleasure, Lord Cress. We will keep your house in mind the next time an issue arises.” Gaspard motioned towards the door, which opened and the same gentleman who had led him up the stairs stood in the doorway, apparently prepared to lead him back down to the entry hall.

Osric had never been as happy to walk down a flight of stairs as he had been on this particular day, and the sense of relief that flooded him as he stepped out of the Congregation was almost palpable.

He was beyond ready to be done with the whole affair, exhaustion settling in. As he stepped away from the doors a voice reached his ears, leaving him reaching for the knife at his belt.

“Went that well, did it boss?”

His head whipped around, only to spot both Colson and Geoffrey standing nearby.

“Fury help me…I would have thought the two of you would have returned to the Barracks by now…A bit of warning would be nice.”

Colson shrugged. “Thought about it, almost did, then remembered how much blood you lost and thought about how far of a walk it is. Thought it might be a good idea to make sure that you make it home first. Wouldn’t do to get you back only to have you pass out in the middle of Foundation. Might look bad, yanno?”

“That’s really unnecessary…” Osric straightened up, moving in the direction of the Pillars, the two other men flanking him. “I’m perfectly capable of seeing myself back to the estate without collapsing.”

“How many times did you stop on the way in?”

“...a handful.”

“Aye, what I thought. Less talking, more walking, Lord Cress.”

Osric offered a heavy sigh in response.

It was a mostly quiet walk back - the two men with him pausing from time to time to have a quick conversation, forcing him to pause and catch his breath (something he appreciated, but certainly would never admit to). And though it certainly took longer than it would have on any other day, eventually the Cress estate came into view.

“Think you can make it to the door without trippin’?” Colson rolled his eyes before smacking Geoffrey upside the head.

“What? It’s a fair question!”

“Ain’t the right time to ask it though, is it?”

“It’s fine, Colson…and yes, Geoffrey, I can. Your payments - “ Osric looked back at both men who were looking at him curiously, Colson pipping up.

“Already got paid for the big job, boss…”

“Yes - I’m aware, but there will be additional payment for seeing the goods to the Congregation. That should be arriving soon.”

The two glanced between one another before looking back at Osric, Colson again speaking up. “Well, ain’t never said no to a little extra spending money…”

“Thank you, once again, for a job well done gentlemen and for taking the time to escort me back to the estate. Enjoy the ‘extra spending money’ and the rest of the day.”

“Aye…well, take care boss.”

Osric offered a nod before turning and making his way into the manor, leaning heavily against the door once it was closed behind him, the silence of the entry hall weighing heavily on him. His attention turned towards Bruce, standing ever watchful as he always did at the entrance of Vahalia’s office, and swallowed roughly as he pushed away from the door.

He didn’t press - didn’t request entry into her office, he was far too tired and if the look the Hellsguard was giving him was any indication it was clearly visible at this point just how worn he was.

“Good morning Bruce…I don’t wish to disturb her - but if you would, when you’re able, please inform her that the Vigil situation has been dealt with and the goods have been delivered. And if she’d please let me know when her next appointment with Dawn is…I’d very much like to be present for that.”

There was a slight inclination of the Hellsguard’s head, and Osric offered a small nod before turning towards the stairs and slowly making his way towards his chambers, each step feeling a bit heavier than the last - and it wasn’t simply because of fatigue.

As the door to his chambers closed behind him, as he sank down on to the edge of his bed, as the events of the last several days, weeks, months slowly seemed to sink in a realization started to dawn on him, one that he had pushed away and pushed away and pushed away because if he acknowledged it then things were going to be significantly more painful because he knew nothing would ever come of it.

He removed the wolf-head pin and cupped it between his hands as he let his head hang tiredly for a moment, eventually laying back on the bed and letting the sleep take him.

Realization or not - there were things that were best kept to himself. Perhaps that was simply how it had to be.

#of lances and lament #blurbs #stories #slight mentions of:#{of ravens and lances}

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mysteryshoptls · 11 months

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SSR Epel Felmier Dorm Uniform Personal Story: Part 3

"Let me goooo!!"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

―Time machine delivery day

???: …pel... Epel!

[Ignihyde Dorm – Lounge]

Epel: Yeaaahhnn…?

Epel: Eh… Woah, when did I fall asleep!? 'N wait, why're ya… why are you here?

Vil: I came to check up on you, since your deadline is noon today. Good grief, I cannot believe you fell asleep on the floor like this.

Vil: So? Is the time machine finished?

Epel: Ah… We did. Please look at this!

Epel: You know how there's the story that the "Fairest Queen of All" made some poisoned apples?

Epel: I tried using that as my motif.

Epel: First, you can see that the whole exterior is painted the color of a ripe and shiny red apple.

Epel: It should make anyone want to reach out to grab it… Basically, I wanted to focus on making it look as delicious as possible!

Vil: Mhm… Continue.

Epel: Yessir. Another cool thing I added to the machine is a design that disappears when it's stopped, but appears when it's activates.

Epel: I'm going to turn it on to test it out, so please watch.

Vil: ! There's paint on the tire that was tucked underneath… Is this a drawing of a skull?

Epel: Yes! 'Cause it's said that a skull appeared on the poisoned apple that the Queen made before it turned all shiny and red…

Epel: I tried putting the skull mark somewhere that can't be seen from the outside until it starts up.

Epel: This here's my best attempt at an "appropriately beautiful" time machine!

Vil: …Let me ask you one thing. What was your reason for changing the motif to the poison apple?

Epel: Uhh… When I tried to incorporate the peacock into the design, I really couldn't tell if it was any good, or if it was terrible…

Epel: But then, I reckoned no one's better'n me when it comes ta makin' apples all pretty…!!

Vil: …...

Vil: …Heh. Finally, you were able to find a design that just screams "you."

Epel: …! Yes, sir!

Vil: Alright then, I'll leave the key to this magical wheel with you, Epel.

Epel: Eh? Why me?

Vil: I'll be heading back ahead of you, so you should deliver the time machine to the film club.

Vil: It still needs to be delivered by noon, as scheduled, so don't be late. Understand?

Epel: …If you're in a rush, you should just take it yourself… Wait, hold on!?

Epel: Does that mean that I'm allowed to ride it all the way to the set, then…?

Epel: Oooooooooooo yayyy!!!

Idia: Urgh… Epel-shi, so noisy… You're making my sleep-deprived head throb...

Epel: Ah! S-Sorry, Idia-san.

Epel: I can't believe I'm gonna get to ride on a magic wheel, I've been wanting to do this forever… And it's one I actually designed.

Epel: ―Okay, I gotta go fast all the way to the main building!

[Main Street]

Film Club Student A: Hm…? What's that? Something's coming at us from the main gate.

Rook: That's a magical wheel. The one riding it is… Ah, Monsieur Pommette, or rather, Epel-kun.

Film Club Student A: The vehicle looks shiny just like a real apple… And it's so beautiful, it really goes with his Pomefiore dorm uniform.

Film Club Student B: And on top of that, while he's driving that thing, Epel-kun has a different kind of glow from his usual fragile looking self.

Film Club Student C: I agree. His dignified gaze, his dauntless grin… I'm so drawn in that I cannot look away.

Rook: Did you hear that, Vil? Everyone has nothing but praise for Epel-kun!

Vil: Fufu, it seems it was a hit with the potatoes.

Epel: Ah… There they are! Vil-san! I've come to deliver the product, as promised.

Epel: Gotta put it in park… alright. Uh, alright, I'll be leaving then.

Vil: Not yet, Epel. Stay right there.

Vil: ―Film club members, lend me your ears! I have an announcement to make on our next film.

Vil: About the previously undecided lead role… I've decided to give the part to Epel here.

Epel: Eh… Ehh!?

Vil: You all saw it, yes? Saw how Epel looked while riding the time machine.

Vil: I believe that there is no one more suited for the lead role than this one here. Are there any objections?

Rook: His arrival on the time machine earlier definitely did look to be like a scene one would see in a movie.

Film Club Student B: That's true. I have to give props for how awe-inspiring it was. I suppose I can let him take the spotlight this time.

Epel: W-Wait a moment. Wasn't I just here to help with the design…?

Vil: It's been decided. I'll make sure to thoroughly train you into a proper actor, so best prepare yourself.

Vil: First, we'll need to get you in costume. Costume designers, take Epel to the club room.

Film Club Students: Yes, sir!

Epel: I-I never said anything about doing… Let me goooo!!

Vil: …The way his eyes sparkle when it's something he's interested in versus not is much too different. Really, he truly is a troublesome little apple.

Rook: I agree that the Epel-kun we saw just now was glowing much differently than yesterday…

Rook: Were you perhaps planning this as your finale the whole time?

Vil: ―Now, I wonder.

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

#twisted wonderland #twst #epel felmier #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #idia shroud #twst epel #twst vil #twst rook #twst idia #twst translation

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