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harmonysanreads · 3 months

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Happy Birthday...!

feat. vampire!alhaitham

cw(s) : two dorks being too adorable, smitten alhaitham

wc : 1.4k

Every so often, Alhaitham could be found in profound contemplation in the study of his imposing mansion. Books strewn about, some half open and some in piles beside his chair and utop his desk—though the material of his perusal remains hard to deduce.

An amateur mistake would entail that Alhaitham wasn't in deep thought at all, but in a slumber and that could be credible, if you were to disregard his species' characteristics altogether. Though Alhaitham assumes a relaxed position, his senses are never in the same state of inertia. His ears pick up on tip-toeing footsteps, the vibrations registering as familiar in his sharp mind. These playful tricks could fool any ordinary human, not a vampire capable of catching the pressure applied in those pattering sounds.

He knows it's you, can predict you have a surprise in your hands and can envision the playful smile that must undoubtedly be stretching across your lips. But he does not move an inch, does not give any indication that he's aware. Alhaitham is not known for frivolity and neither would he be inclined to encourage such behavior if this was anyone else. Perhaps every action of an intellectual appears to bear some motive to the audience, or simply the intention is interpreted.

Nevertheless, Alhaitham continues to act his part, giving all the reactions you expect. Appearing to be startled when your arms wrap around his neck but before he has the chance to respond, you swivel in front of him after pressing a chaste kiss under his jaw. Turquoise eyes widen, for that he didn't see coming. He can only thank that blood never rushes to coat his skin pink as you stand in all your giddiness before him and dear vampire lords, are you the brightest.

“Happy birthday!”

The vampire blinks, vacillating between your expectant expression and at the ‘gift’ you eagerly present to him.

Ah, so that's the occasion. Alhaitham has always thought that humans were a bit too passionate about celebrating the day they were born. Such customs are not performed among his kin, for a vampire's ‘birthday’ is just a bitter reminder of their eternal damnation. But, you don't know that. Tied to your mortal sentimentalities and well wishes ; he knows of your sole and innocent wish to make him happy.

So, he carefully takes the wrapped object in one hand and grasps your outstretched palm in the other, gently guiding you to his lap. His unbeating heart swells when you follow him without the slightest hesitation.

“Thank you, what is the gift?”

“No no, you aren't supposed to ask me that, Haitham! You have to open it yourself.”

You chide him with a raised finger and one of his brows quirks up. He's still not yet accustomed to every nuance of human behavior but, for you, he continues learning.

“Apologies, let me correct myself then.”

Alhaitham undoes the ribbon and wrapping paper, putting them aside to feel the coolness of the ceramic mug on his hand. Orange pupils squint to capture the details, turquoise painting and the words ‘best vampire’ boldly printed in black in the mug's body.

“Do you like it?” your hopeful tone snaps him out of his inspection. If this had been even fifty years ago, he wouldn't have stopped a confused frown from showing. Or, if the object had been handed by someone else, he wouldn't have considered it anything less than a joke.

“I...yes, I do like it. I wasn't aware that I was the ‘best vampire’ in your eyes. But then again, have you met other ones?” Alhaitham asks smoothly, feigning indifference to the sardonic prospect that you might have.

“Not at all! But you know the stories of vampires everyone tells, they're usually so scary, mean and selfish. You're none of those, you're intelligent, calm and have the softest heart—which is why, you're the best.”

Alhaitham appraises your confident answer with a humorful look, surely you must not think he's like this with everyone else? But, he doesn't correct you at all, feeling almost inebriated by your heartfelt words. It's also a bonus that his ego swells, he's still like any other man in some aspects.

“You know, I actually wanted to add a mosquito and bat sticker to the mug.”

That yanks Alhaitham out of his bliss.

“A.. mosquito?”

“Yes..? Aren't you essentially an overgrown mosquito? You know, both of you rely on blood to survive?” you question innocuously, shifting in his lap nonchalantly.

Alhaitham's jaw slackens, not knowing whether to be offended or amused. If this was inquired of any other vampire, you would not be able to get a second sentence out. But, he identifies this as a lack of knowledge and decides informing you would be best.

“That is a grave misconception. Because only female mosquitoes drink blood, during the time they bear eggs, more precisely.”

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape in understanding, quickly morphing to a sheepish expression. “I’m really sorry…”

Alhaitham waves it off, pausing when he remembers something, “You also mentioned a bat sticker, why?”

This time you look up at him in barely restrained excitement, “I've wanted to ask this for the longest time! You can transform into a bat, right?”

“No, I can't.” your shoulders slump slightly.

“Then.. will you turn to ash if you come into contact with sunlight?”

“While prolonged exposure to sunlight can kill a vampire, we've evolved to be able to withstand marginal exposition. It's not as deadly as the movies portray it.” your expression falls but he notices some semblances of relief. Huh, were you worried for him?

You try again, “W-well, will you die if you eat garlic?”

“Garlic makes me allergic. Its scent is pungent and irritating. Not much different than human allergies.”

This time, Alhaitham doesn't bother masking his amusement at your pout, “Was everything I've known about vampires a lie?”

One of the first traits Alhaitham had noticed about you was your curious nature and eagerness to learn new things. You'd always be on the lookout for an opportunity to ask him questions regarding his vampire roots in particular, preferably when you deemed he was in a good mood. Most of the time though, you opted to make your own observations. It seemed both of you were the most interesting creature on Teyvat in each other's eyes.

The vampire puts the ceramic mug aside on the table, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. He tilts up your downcast face with a finger beneath your chin, “It's not your fault that human media portray vampires in that particular light and weave these stereotypes. You know only what you've been shown.”

Ashen locks tickle your skin, “You’re not mad at me..?”

“Not at all.” how could he ever be upset with you?

Alhaitham sighs in relief when your smile returns in full force, turquoise eyes slowly shift to your neck, the pulse there beating with the essence of your psyche. A frown marrs his impeccable features as a thought passes by his mind. Humans cherish every year of their lifespan due to the limitation of it. They're fragile, susceptible to the whims of time. But instead of lamenting their inevitable end, they choose to celebrate and foster the memories acquired within their short lives. He's not subjected to the same laws, the shadow of death will not fall upon him as a result of old age.

He'd pondered about this mortality but never worried about those subjected to it. However, as he feels the warmth of your body envelop his cold one and cradles this vessel of the purest soul he's encountered — he can't stop a bolt of paranoia from racing down his spine. What would he do if he could never hold you again like this?

His thoughts are interrupted when he feels your arms around his shoulders again, your warmth presses against him. For a moment, Alhaitham stays still and stunned, all his senses focusing on your proximity, your scent and the beating of your heart. You don't say anything more, letting all your reassurance seep through that sweet embrace. A canopy of serenity drapes over the vampire and he returns your hug to imbibe these feelings deep in his soul.

His hand brushes along your back a few times before coming to a halt, “[ Name ],”

“Yes?” your hum tickles the skin of his shoulder.

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

A beat of silence passes, Alhaitham was so caught up in the flurry of events that he completely missed the white shirt hanging loosely on your figure. Albeit, he's anything but irritated at this revelation, you could take his entire wardrobe and he'd thank you.

“Teehee~”

Alhaitham places a reverent kiss on your pulse, smiling as your mischievous giggle reaches his ear.

Just for this moment, he supposes he can forget the rules and restrictions of this wretched world and indulge in your presence.

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#whenever i write for him it feels like my fingers are automatically moving #the grip he has on me is embarrassing whew #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x you #al haitham x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #alhaitham #al haitham #vampire alhaitham #vampire al haitham #vampire alhaitham x reader #vampire al haitham x reader #genshin fluff #happy birthday alhaitham 2024 #genshin impact #alhaitham fluff #alhaitham brainrot

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abdeladrian · 1 month

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when it comes to balduran/the emperor and ansur i think its a really interesting sort of tragedy no matter how you interpret their relationship and the nature of what happened.

because there's something to once being a hero so renowned that a home to thousands is in your name. and having a companion so dear that they'd kill you to preserve You, but also having changed so much against your will from that hero and that friend they knew and having to come to terms with it (maybe also against your will).

and being a survivor in the long run and being saved time and time again and being used and using back. of coming back home and infiltrating and taking power and being captured and used to hurt when you used to help. of running and manipulating and attempting to do the same trust-build-seduction method you once used with someone new, and trying to convince this person to become like you. because at this point you've lost the ability to feel your feelings

we obviously by nature of its character cant tell when the emperor is lying, telling the truth, or being sincere but i also like really don't like the idea of intrinsic evilness so sometimes i want to take him at face value. we have examples of a mind flayer having genuine companionship (omeluum) alongside having a purpose that lets them live a life separate from the grand design, and i fear having ansur was perhaps the only reason the emperor ever got to be free. not just physically but mentally.

because balduran went sailing one day because he missed it and never came home. ansur fought to find him and was too late. y'know. and like. how heartbreaking is that? that ansur who loved and protected and promised to keep balduran's city safe… made a promise that became a prison. to love so wholly that he wanted to preserve his partner even when his partner gave up and told him to leave and keep his memory as the thing that mattered. how heartbreaking for balduran to have killed him in self defense and then built him a tomb where he could rest? that no one would disturb him? how famous the love was that his promise to protect became legend? the last wish he ever had? that the only way to wake him was to pass a gauntlet to prove your worth? while recording praises for their partnership?

like forgive me but i don't think creating an elaborate tomb to protect ansur's final resting place is a lack of feeling. ansur made a promise that became a prison that became a legend. his legacy was love. and he recognized balduran from feeling alone and got to see him again, for what its worth. the emperor will always be ansur's balduran.

also we see ansur in his dragonborn form. not controversial i hope but they were more than friends! ansur i'm sorry king. your husband became calamari and unrecognizable. and when he accuses balduran of thralling the player, which we can refute, and ansur just stops to Look only for balduran to break the silence by RECITING THE LETTER? DEAR ANSUR? AND THAT'S WHAT DRIVES ANSUR TO ATTACK?

nevermind the fact that you can't make the dream guardian a dragonborn. and the armor it wears is awfully similar to ansur's in his humanoid form. balduran never forgot ansur. i think balduran-as-the-emperor in dream guardian form not taking a form like ansurs but still keeping that armor, still speaking ansur's words and acting out his intents when promising the player protection and care, is evidence that ansur lived in him still. even through the layers of the loss of identity that was him becoming a mind flayer.

ansur was the heart of the gate. and it's baldur's gate. he's balduran's heart. his heart. ansur lived in him. it was a promise that became a prison that became a legend. his legacy was love

#balduran #bg3 emperor #bg3 ansur #ansur #the emperor #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #ansuran #ansur x balduran #whatever tags people are using..... i need people to see my vision #had to edit my wording a bit after some reblogs im sorry everyone #also. it/he emperor for balduran and mind flayer purposes.#crossposted to twitter also.. not tht i know how that works

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artist-emerald · 3 months

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Trolls Band Together: The Branch Ending

(As many might know now, the original draft ending of the movie was supposed to have Branch captured and thus nearly die as Floyd did in the final cut. I decided I'd write out my interpretation on how that would have played out)

Poppy's heart was racing, her mind rushing with thoughts she didn't want to think about. In an attempt to get his brothers to safety, Branch was captured, and Velvet didn't look like she was giving him up any time soon. Everything was going so well. Brozone was all back together again. Poppy was reunited with her long lost sister. They were all supposed to make it back home all happy and hugging and singing.

Why was this happening?

Velvet and Veneer's performance was starting. Panic started to set in, but they weren't about to give up. Branch's brothers and Viva all kept reassuring Poppy that they'd make it and get Branch out of there safe and sound. Their words put her at ease, if only for a moment.

They chased after the phony pop-stars as they sang their songs of lies. The group bobbed and weaved through the Mount Rageous traffic. Dodging the vehicles by the follicles of their hairs, the got close to Velvet and Veneer's luxury vehicle, only for them to slip away again. Branch continued to get worse as his essence kept getting drained.

Bridget and Gristle emerged from the traffic to assist and get them to the yacht in the river. Velvet got ready for an encore, but Branch didn't look like he was going to make it. Velvet noticed the Trolls approaching her, and in a final gambit, she began spraying all of Branch's remaining talent into her. A desperate attempt to try and permanently get the talent.

Branch began to sing to his family, and they sang back as the made their way to stop Velvet and save Branch. As the perfect harmony was hit, the diamond prison shattered, blowing Velvet back. Poppy dove to catch her boyfriend, but he didn't move, nor made a sound.

She sat there, holding Branch in her arms. His hair snow white, and his body clear like a crystal. "Branch?" Poppy whispered, "It's me...it's us! We did it, we hit the perfect harmony! We got you out, you...you can wake up now! Y-you're safe now."

Branch's brothers had gathered around them, all pleading and apologizing. Not just in hopes to bring him back, but because of the guilt and regret for leaving him. Viva stood behind Clay and Poppy, placing both of her hands on their shoulders.

Tears began to slowly fall from her eyes. "Please Branch. I love you. I need you. We have so many more adventures to go on."

The Mount Rageons looked on in shock and awe as they witnessed this on the giant screens. Poppy began to sob as she held Branch closer, rocking him back and forth. She sobbed harder than she's ever remembered. Then, she felt it, a feeling she hasn't felt in a long while. Her colors began to fade. Just as they were about to fade past her hands, she felt something move on top of them.

"Now don't you dare," Branch said weekly, "I worked hard to get those colors of yours back." Branch started to come back, his body filling out, and his hair returning to normal. Poppy lit up as her tears changed from sadness to overwhelming joy. She squeezed her love and riddled his face with soft kisses. Branch's brothers hoisted him up in a group hug in celebration as Poppy and Viva stepped back to let them have their brotherly moment, before joining back in with more hugs.

The crowd cheered, Velvet and Veneer were taken away to prison, and the Trolls made their way back home.

All as a family, in harmony.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #broppy #trolls band together #alternate ending #trolls poppy #trolls branch #branch x poppy #poppy x branch #writing

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astarasstuff · 7 months

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"kissing i hope they caught us, whether they like or not."

contents: smut! fem!reader, semi-public sex, fingering, praise, nicknames (pretty, baby, pretty girl, honey etc.), they nearly get caught, implied they were heard? but can be interpreted otherwise, established relationship. they fuck in a dressing room (cliche I know), implied richboy!gojo, gojo just thinks your sososo pretty. 18+ mdni!!

summary: honestly, it's pretty much your fault you got here in the first place. how naive could you be to invite your boyfriend to zip up a dress you were trying on and not expect him to fuck you?

notes: hii! if i had the balls it'd be accurate to the lyrics and they would get caught, but I'm not that brave. anyway doja popped off with agora hills idc if shes the devil! also semi inspired by that one starwars scene w anakin and padme (you know the one)

"toru, not here. people might catch us." you pant, attempting (and failing) to break away from your insatiable boyfriend.

"yes, here baby. don't care if people see. wanna show you off" he whispers and captures your lips back into a searing kiss. you can't fight it, even if you wanted to. he just feels so good, and you hum into his kiss.

you just wanted to go clothes shopping with your sweet boyfriend, having received your paycheck for the month. but now you're here, in a changing room of your favourite clothing store, making out with said boyfriend. you just wanted his help with a zip you couldn't quite reach, but gojo's hand started to wander and, well, one thing led to another and sooner or later his tongue was down your throat, the dress pooled at your feet and his hands all over you.

"mm- seriously, i really don't wanna get banned from this store, toru." you mumble against his lips, but make no attempt to pull away from him.

"can't help it, pretty girl. you just looked so good in that dress. wanted to do more than just take it off of you." he purrs and presses his lips against yours as you whine in response to his praise. his hands are feeling you up, from your ass, to your hips, waist and then your tits. he's so hot against you, and you arch your chest into him, wanting to feel more of him.

"careful, pretty. thought you didn't wanna get caught?" he teases, and he presses into you in return, flattening your back against the changing room wall. your arms wrap around his neck and your hands find purchase in his hair, moaning into the kiss.

"ma'am? everything okay in there?" you hear an employee ask, and you freeze, pulling away from gojo and slapping a hand over his mouth.

"y-yes! I'm fine, sorry, struggling to get this dress off, haha" you chuckle nervously. you shudder and let out a small gasp as you feel gojo's hands travel even more south. you give him an incredulous look and he just winks, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties.

"would you like some assistance, ma'am?" the employee asks and you scramble to find the words as gojo plays with your clit through your panties. “nope! nope, ill be okay, thank you!" you manage to keep your composure, and the employee decides you're fine and leaves. you take our hand away from gojo's mouth, and scowl at him.

"what is wrong with you-" you whine as you feel gojo's fingers pull your panties to the side and his fingers make contact with your aching clit.

"sorry baby, I just can't help myself around you. want to be touching you all the time" he coo's, using his other hand to snake around your back and unclasp your bra, and taking it off you. he starts to kiss down your neck, to your sternum and then on your tits. you clasp a hand around your mouth to stop you from making too much noise as gojo increases the pressure on your clit.

"oh, look at you. you feeling good, pretty?" he asks eyeing your expression. he chuckles when he hears a muffled whine in response. he latches his mouth around your tits, and his other hand leaves your back and goes down to your pussy, teasing you. you buck you hips, wanting him to finger fuck you. he pulls back a bit, and you hear a muffled chuckle come from him, then he pulls away.

"you want something, sweetness?" he teases. you whine at his teasing, and remove your hand from your mouth.

"want you to touch me more, toru. please?" you beg, your face scrunching up into an almost pained expression. he chuckles at you and finally relents, easing his thick fingers into you.

"can't deny my baby when she looks this pretty, can I?" he drawls, slowly thrusting his digits in and out. your mouth opens to let out a whine but gojo swallows it with his own before you could make too much noise, kissing you sloppily.

"jesus, honey, still so tight on my fingers, hm? that feel good?" he breathes against your lips and you bite your lip and nod, holding back your moans and whines. he snakes his other hand down to rub your sensitive clit, fingers thrusting into your pussy when he curls them up into that spot and you have to slap your hand over your mouth to prevent you from alerting the employees what's actually taking place in your changing room. gojo barks out a laugh at you, eyes trailing all over your face as he keeps driving his fingers relentlessly into your g-spot. "ooooh you love it when I hit that spot for you, don't you pretty? love it when I finger fuck you onto your tip toes in public, hm?" your hand is still smacked against your mouth, but you nod vigorously, head tilting back and eyes squeezing shut.

"aw, you gonna cum, baby? is my girl gonna cum all over my fingers in a dressing room, yeah? making a mess all over my hand, when anyone could pull back these curtains and see how sloppy you are for me?" and he speeds up, your mind going dizzy at how he never fucking fails to hit that spot, and your thighs start twitching as you near your orgasm.

“nuh uh, wanna hear you now, baby. wanna hear my girl as she cums all over me." he says and removes your hand from your mouth, and you try your fucking hardest to keep your moans quiet, but it's so god damn hard when he knows just the right way to fuck you, even when it's only on his fingers.

“h-haahh- you- mmmh-!" you can't even string a sentence together now, because you're just so fucking close. and gojo can just tell, he knows your body so well, after all. as you cream all over his fingers, he hides your moans with his lips- he doesn't mind getting caught, but he knows you'd probably die of embarrassment, so he gives you this one thing. he smiles into the kiss when he feels your hips involuntarily twitch as you cum, your cunt convulsing on his fingers. he lets you ride it out in his fingers before pulling away.

"mmm- messy girl." he teases as he pulls his fingers out of you, admiring the mess you made on his fingers. he then brings his eyes back up to you, who was now panting heavily, slumped against the wall. he wraps his arms around your waist and peppers light kisses along your collarbone, causing you to giggle. as your mind clears, you realise what you just did, what you let him do to you and where you let him do it, and dread fills your bones. you stuff your head onto his chest, groaning in embarrassment. "there's no fucking way they didn't hear that." you say matter-of-factly, and gojo giggles.

"maybe, baby. but I can buy this whole store and its fucking silence"

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working on boarders as we speak, as well as a big gojo fic and some headcannons for gojo, geto, nanami and toji <3. also that padme and anakin scene lives rent free. in every lobe of my brain

#gojo smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fic #gojo satoru #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #i did this instead of studying

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stargirl-writes · 6 months

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[navigation] the secret history of anakin skywalker

pairing : assassin! reader x general anakin skywalker

status : ongoing

tags : enemies-to-lovers, SLOW burn, angst, hurt/comfort, mystery, espionage.

warnings: !mature content! (violence, mentions of abuse, mental corruption, mentions of suicide ideation) scheming, more mind games obvs, eventual smut(?) i'll be specifying on each blog !

read on ao3!

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sypnosis

you have only known one truth about this war, the republic and the seperatists are two sides of the same coin. but now, your master count dooku has disposed of you after your consequent failures. his betrayal fueled your thirst for revenge. and in the cruel twist of fate, you have found yourself with an arrangement with the enemy. general anakin skywalker is willing to do what it takes for the republic to win, even if it meant dealing with you, his nemesis.

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chapter summary / navigation

↝one

captured

chapter summary

your mission to secure umbara has failed. your master, count dooku would not have asked of anyone but you to deliver success. but as you stand amongst the pile of bodies of umbaran soldiers, the horror of your failure washes over you.

and in the hopelessness of events, a jedi appears amidst the ashes of your city. one that did not hesitate to kill the jedi general krell despite his jedi order's honor.

warnings : mentions of ptsd, mentions of abuse, war, mentions of a panic attack.

notes : centered around the same time as the clone wars season 4 episode 15.

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the arrangement

chapter summary

after your old master has betrayed you, you were captured by the jedi general skywalker. stricken by the grief, you resigned to your faith.

on the way back to coruscant to face republic jurisdiction, a sniper has fired in open space. taking general obi-wan kenobi down.

in a fit of anger, anakin skywalker accuses you. but you have already made up your mind in taking revenge on your old master. and even though you are terrified, you struck up an arrangement to aid anakin's mission to find obi-wan kenobi's true killer.

warnings: violence, imprisonment, betrayal, mentions of ptsd.

notes : centered around the same time as the clone wars season 4 episode 15.

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common ground

chapter summary

a clue tipped by the jedi council leads anakin skywalker back to your cell. now his anger has passed, he wants to clarify the terms of your new alliance.

on the way to nal hutta, anakin skywalker steers the conversation to his fascination over your beliefs— which legitimizes the doubts he's been having about the republic.

warnings : none so far.

notes : centers around the same time as the clone wars season 4 episodes 16-17

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the attempt

chapter summary

rako hardeen escapes with two known bounty hunters on orandia. anakin skywalker claims obi wan kenobi remains alive. and a revelation by cad bane made you head down a bar and drink the night away.

warnings : drinking.

notes : involves spoilers for the clone wars season 4 episodes 16-17

coming soon...

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hello my lovely people! thank u for taking interest in this story :)

i've always been in love with the enemies-to-lovers trope and this series would be canon compliant (at first) because i think it'd be more fitting to build on what filoni already established.

the timeline would be around season 4-7 of the clone wars.

and this series will be dark and angsty and contains mature content that i want to clarify is meant to serve the plot. and my depictions/interpretations is no way of endorsing or 'romanticizing' these situations.

anyway, i hope that i can fill your imaginations with this little thing i have in the works.

please don't post my works anywhere else. though likes, reblogs, comments are highly appreciated ! (and fuels me hehe)

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bakuhatsufallinlove · 6 months

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re: 405

This is gonna be long.

First, I'm bringing this post back around to remind people that kocchi is a pronoun of ambiguous plurality.

This means that an interpretation of "we" is just as correct as an interpretation of "I." Readers may interpret it differently, but on simply linguistic grounds, they are of equal validity.

You will often see this kind of ambiguous language used in Japanese, even with characters that are forthright. The reason is one part cultural expectation that the listener will read between the lines, and one part a willingness to accept two things as simultaneously true. This exists and is frequently found in English as well, there just isn't a direct parallel for kocchi itself.

What I want most out of writing this blog, aside from personal enjoyment, is for people to understand that there can be more to a story for you to engage with, think about, and be moved by, when you step outside the boundaries of your own language and culture.

I think that is a much more interesting space to be in than a gotcha-laden approach of trying to prove something wrong or bad.

But if we are going to talk accuracy, the fact is that the fan translation many people have been upholding as superior has just as many problems as the official one. It takes just as many creative liberties, they are simply different ones.

The fan translator centered an "I" reading and, rather than using either of the two pronouns provided by the text ("OFA" and あいつ, meaning "that guy"), added a narratively-charged word ("nerd") that did not exist in the original and which (as far as I can tell) Katsuki has never used when speaking to villains. As a translator myself, I really disagree with that second choice. The official clearly missed the callback, but noticed the theme of "everyone who has faced AFO until now" and went with "we." The rest was just style over substance which prioritized edgy language to capture the aggression of the line; this falls squarely in line with what Viz has consistently maintained as its in-house aesthetic. It's disappointing, but unsurprising to me.

Fandom oscillates pretty violently between vilifying the official English release and fawning over it. Whole fan theories are built upon nitty gritty bits of the official release's phrasing; people will get excited over how homoerotic a line sounds, and it's because of how the official translator worded it, rather than any innate implication in the original Japanese.

If you do not speak Japanese, your experience of MHA is fundamentally dependent on the work of translators. I respect that everybody has their personal tastes or hopes for how the series will go, but it is deeply demoralizing as a Japanese speaker and translator to see fans who don't speak any Japanese at all act as though their opinion has the same weight of authority as people who do.

You are entitled to your preferences, but please recognize that they are based in taste, not personal knowledge. Not all Japanese translators will even agree in their interpretations, but it weirds me out that some non-Japanese-speaking fans will use this fervor to spread misinformation far and wide that proclaims as inaccurate perfectly good official translations, simply because the choices don't suit their own tastes.

The lists of "times the fan translations were better" I've seen mostly contain instances where the fan translators took greater liberties than the official release did, and some fans just happened to like the liberties that were taken.

We all reasonably hated the "best friend" fan translation of chapter 359, but somehow that isn't a point forever against fan translations the same way mistakes in the official release are?

At this point, it makes me wonder what the point of writing about linguistic nuance is, if the interest is primarily not in learning but in being told what you want to hear.

I know posting this won't win me any favor with anybody, but it's how I feel. I'm bummed about 405's last line in the official. I do hope it gets revised. But the vibes around translation details are getting decidedly unfun.

One last thought: if you well and truly want to experience MHA unfiltered, learn Japanese. I mean this sincerely, I'm not trying to be a jerk. We live in an age where it is easier and more possible than ever to acquire a new language, talk to people around the world, and absorb yourself in culture and history.

If you want to remove middle-men and develop your own relationship with a work unfettered by the tastes, biases, or choices of others, learn the language. It won't be easy, but I can guarantee you won't regret broadening your horizons and discovering even more beautiful stories in the world.

#mha 405 #mha manga spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers

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stedefxckingbonnet · 6 months

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Past Lives | Izzy Hands x Reader

Izzy Hands x Gn!Reader

Summary: Quite some time has passed since you joined the crew of The Revenge per being saved, and you've grown particularly close to the one who brought you aboard. One night in particular is breathtaking and you decide you cannot contain your feelings anymore, but you had never learned exactly how to express these sorts of feelings to another person, let alone Izzy Hands. So, you do so in the only way you know how.

Warnings: slight angst/tension, slight avoidant attachment style (w/resolution though), kissing, some strong language

Word count: 2264 (some longer ones coming your way in the near future, though!)

A/N: hi hi lovely people! This is honestly the first x reader I've written since I was probably 14-15, so please bear that in mind! My interpretation of Izzy I feel like, isn't always 100% representative of him in the show itself, but I feel like I tried to capture him at his core while exploring this more sensitive side of him that we are getting in season 2, perhaps more of a what he is on the pathway to being, and therefore already is, if that makes any sense. Just has to be unlocked in levels. Plus, Izzy deserves the world so I just wanted to write something sweet to dip my toe back into this sort of writing. Anyhow, I'd like to get back into the habit of writing these so please, do request! I hope you all enjoy this one, comments are much appreciated xx

The stars illuminated the sky in such a way that it almost looked like a painting—a bit too picturesque, like one of those artworks that only aristocrats could afford to have on the wall of their ornate mansions passed through the centuries, or even built and curated just for them. Nonetheless, it was breathtaking, and the fresh air coursed through your veins and senses so effortlessly and made you feel alive. Nights like these weren't meant to be spent hidden away in your quarters and you knew that. Once you were sure everyone had retired for the night, you quietly crept onto the main deck, ready for your moment of solace that you had been seeking for weeks now.

You approached one of the railings, scanning across the deck still to see if anyone had been lurking nearby. The coast was clear, and finally, you found somewhere to lean on as you stared out into the night sky, the wind blowing through even the hairs on your neck, making them stand. On occasion, you'd be sprayed by the sea but it was the most at peace you had felt in weeks.

"Rough night?" you heard someone quietly call from a short distance away. You almost jumped, but you quickly turned around only to see Izzy Hands. Relief washed over you, as did a nervous feeling that had only begun recently. You inhaled sharply as Izzy waltzed over, thanking the stars for not illuminating this spot too much, therefore being no way he saw you craving that much air in your lungs. He leaned beside you on the railing, awaiting your reply.

"Not at all," you admitted. "Quite the opposite. It's so beautiful out tonight."

Izzy only nodded. He joined you in looking out at the landscape presented before him. In all of his years of sailing, it was all he had ever known--the sky and the sea, yet, he had never thought it to be this ravishing before. He never noticed how lovely it could be. Being here with you, he saw it all in a new light. He discreetly glanced over at you once again. He had noticed the way your lips slightly parted when you saw something you liked, and the way your shoulders lowered when you were relaxed. He noticed that you'd twiddle your thumbs when you were truly happy—in fact, you happened to be doing it right now. Izzy allowed his lips to curl into a smile upon realizing this. Finally, he broke the silence.

"I've never seen anything like this," he admitted, almost out of breath whilst he was still looking over at you. You still hadn't noticed.

"Isn't it...divine?" you chuckled. "Beautiful seems too weak a word."

"I feel the opposite. I don't think I've ever described anything as beautiful before."

"Really? Not once?"

Izzy shook his head. "Saving it for something special, I guess."

Silence filled the space between the two of you once again, but for once in your life, it was a comfortable silence. You looked out at the sea, but this time, you could feel Izzy's eyes on you. You attempted to discreetly glance his way, and you couldn't help but smile when you locked eyes. You looked away as you practically felt your cheeks burning and your stomach turning, and you hoped to the sea gods that you weren't falling ill. But these forlorn feelings felt honestly incredible, for once. A wave of confusion crashed over you, and it was growing more and more difficult to ignore.

"You alright?" Izzy inquired with genuine concern. This entire time, his eyes have not left you.

"What? Me?"

Izzy chuckled. "Who else?"

"Fine. Just fine."

"Just fine?"

"Do you believe in past lives?" you suddenly heard yourself ask, and already you were cursing yourself for it.

"Past lives?" Izzy repeated pensively. You nodded, looking over at him intently. It took him a moment to think of a response, and even still, he seemed unsure. "This sure as hell feels like the first time I'm living. Otherwise I probably wouldn't have made a lot of the decisions and mistakes I've made, I suppose."

You felt your heart sink, and it almost felt like there was no way to retrieve it. "I see. Well, goodnight."

Without letting Izzy have another word, you scurried back to your quarters, tears streaming down your cheeks like waterfalls.

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You awoke the next morning with a sharp pain in your chest. You winced as you forced yourself out of bed, though as you dressed, the feeling began to dissipate. You almost teared up again upon reminiscing last night. What were you thinking, asking something like that of Israel Hands? Where did that even come from? Why did his answer hurt so terribly? A million thoughts swarmed around in your head like flies, and there wasn't much you could do to swat them away. You felt like holing yourself up in your room but you knew that with Stede as one of the captains, this wasn't much of an option. After hovering your hand above the doorknob for what seemed like ages, you finally twisted it, revealing yourself to the crew. Already, everyone seemed to be intertwined in their usual antics and fuckeries--it would have been fun and refreshing to see if not for the somber mood you were in. Lucius waved you over, and you seriously thought of walking right past him, but he was your dear friend, like a brother to you and you wouldn't have forgiven yourself if you dismissed him. You trudged over to him, and he immediately recognized your gloom.

"Well good morning, mopey," Lucius teased, nudging you in the shoulder.

"Not today, Luci," you mumbled. "Not today."

Lucius' smile dropped, though he raised a brow. "Talk to me. Who do I need to punch?"

"No one. I'm just having a bad day."

"You are such a bad liar."

"I just don't wanna talk about it," you grumbled. Lucius was at a loss for words, but thankfully you knew just what to say. "The sky was lovely last night. If only you'd been awake to sketch it. You're the only one who would have done it any justice."

"Maybe I'll have another chance tonight," Lucius said hopefully.

"Maybe you will," you breathed out as suddenly, none other than Izzy himself appeared onto the deck. You gulped and turned away from him immediately.

"Whoa, whoa. What's going on with you and Iz—“

"—I don't wanna talk about it," you almost seethed. Before you knew it, a finger tapped your shoulder. You swiveled around, fighting the tears in your eyes.

"Got a minute?"

"Not exactly."

"What better do you have to do?" Izzy demanded. Your jaw dropped, and you were waiting for your thoughts to catch up with your mouth but they never did. "That's what I thought. Come on, Y/N."

"Later, okay? Not right now. Tonight," you promised. "That's my best offer."

"I'll hold you to it."

You immediately realized the mistake you had made, and how difficult and miraculous it would be to get through this entire day before possibly knowing what Izzy wanted from you.

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The shadow of the moon was present once again, and for once, you dreaded the wonders of nighttime. It felt perilous and peculiar now, like a friend you didn't quite recognize anymore. But, a promise was a promise, you'd be damned if you broke one, let alone this one. As frustrated and almost devastated as you were, you'd never allow yourself to break a promise to Izzy. You pulled your favorite capelet over your shoulders and started toward the deck to find Izzy already waiting in your usual spot. You hadn't realized it until now, but this really was your and Izzy's spot. It's where you wiped away his tears when he cried in front of you the first time, it's where he sat with you countless times when you couldn't sleep, it's where the two of you conversed until dawn frequently. Always this spot. It took everything in you to fight off a pang of joy upon experiencing such an epiphany. Izzy didn't notice that you had appeared beside him until you looked over at him finally.

"Are you alright? You seemed a bit...I don't know. Not yourself this morning, and last night."

"I'm fine," you shrugged, knowing Izzy would see right through you like you were a phantom.

"I don't buy that for a second," Izzy rolled his eyes. And with that, silence surrounded you both once again. It frustrated Izzy to no end that he couldn't figure out what was plaguing you. He always felt as if he was able to put a finger on whatever it was that bothered you, he prided himself on knowing you that well. The last thing he wanted was for you to become a stranger after all the two of you had endured together. The thought of losing you filled him with a sorrow he had never felt before.

"I'm sorry about what I asked you last night. About past lives and stuff," you suddenly said. Yet another moment where your mind and mouth weren't synced. You regretted saying this as soon as you began to speak, but you knew that once you did, there would be no stopping, no taking anything back.

"What was that all about, anyway?" Izzy implored. You almost scoffed at his tone but when you met eyes with him, you instantly realized that he genuinely wished to know. His eyes sort of twinkled when he was curious, and this was the first time you noticed such an endearing phenomenon.

"I just," you exhaled, pausing before you spoke again, this time choosing your words carefully. "Why'd you save me that day at Jackie's?"

Izzy was taken aback at such a question. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Not at all, actually," you laughed in annoyance, which was only a coping mechanism for the extreme anxiety you were undergoing in this moment.

"I honestly can't give you an answer you'd want," Izzy admitted. "I just felt...called to. I could tell it would be nice having you around here. I wanted to give you a place you could call home."

"So, wait, you care about me?" you inquired seriously, which only earned a chuckle of disbelief from him.

"Of course I do, dammit!"

"I don't know, Iz, I just...from the moment we met I felt this connection to you and I can't explain it. No matter how hard I could try, I won't be able to. I felt like I was meant to be around you."

"You think I didn't feel that way, too?"

"You did?" you asked, a glint of hope looming in your voice.

"Of course I did. And, I do. I can't explain it either. But I felt as if we were meant to be around each other, in each other's lives. I don't know," he rambled nervously. This was the first time you had seen Izzy like this. It was a side of him you weren't even sure he possessed until now.

"I guess I sort of caked that to the past life shit," you sighed. "And when you said you didn't believe in past lives, I freaked out and took that as you not caring about me and everything we've built just felt like a huge lie."

"Everything we've built," Izzy repeated.

"I'm so sorry," you laughed embarrassedly. "I don't know what I'm talking about."

"No," Izzy cut you off, putting his gloved finger to your lips. You could feel Izzy's breath on your face. "If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have asked you to come with me. I had only known you for a few moments and I already knew you would be...important to me."

You were absolutely baffled. You opened your mouth to speak, and not a sound escaped it. Izzy took a step closer to you, slowly moving his hand to cup the right side of your face.

"And it helps that you are just...beautiful," he whispered as your foreheads touched. You could've sworn your heart was going a million miles a minute and that you would need some sort of village medic after this. As if it were instinct, your hand made its way into his carefully swept hair, and it felt like silk between your fingers. All of your worries suddenly melted away as you melted into one another, your lips brushing up against one another's. You nodded pleadingly, yes, you wanted this, followed by a nod from Izzy and finally, like puzzle pieces, your lips connected. It felt effortless and so, so right to share such closeness. Two becoming one, two souls merging to create a love bigger than either of you. A love that had been carefully crafted ever since the first day of meeting. A love that the both of you knew would inevitably take hold, because it always did in all the stories you devoured and then later went on to show to Izzy. A love that you had craved since you heard of the concept of it. A love that Izzy never thought he would attain in his lifetime.

You gasped happily for air, yet your foreheads still touched. Izzy gazed at you as if you were the only other person in the world and the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon.

"Perhaps I haven't had any past lives," Izzy breathed. "but I will have love for you in all my next."

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #izzy hands #izzy hands x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #second person pov #reader insert #izzy hands my beloved #the revenge #israel hands #ofmd izzy #ofmd izzy hands #fanfic #fanfiction #this is my first x reader in years pls be kind

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glassesfreekjr · 10 months

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Since the first do-over somehow sounded even more like ass, I remastered/redid the whole track now that I have more experience.

Picture this as the OST for a surprise XTRA WAVE during the next Big Run. Even better if this "King Salmonid" isn't announced anywhere beforehand.

Imagine, if you will, that distorted victory jingle plays to signify a King Salmonid, but nothing happens. All eight(?!) players Super Jump back to their starting locations and Mr. Grizz pipes in to express his confusion. Then he notices... no, no, he definitely sent out a four-man squad! Why are there more of you? How long have these conspicuous individuals in the same uniform been trying to blend in amogus? Are those Grizzco weapons?!

Then without a word, the interlopers all open fire at once. Cue the music.

Although the firefight would break out as the music kicks off, the 100-sec Xtra Wave would only officially start at 0:22 — when the Grizzco helicopter is blasted out of the sky with a Trizooka, careening into the ocean in a catastrophic, firey wreck. Mr. Grizz lets out a long, garbled string of curses and hails the emergency speedboat he prepared in advance to come pick you up. But will it make it to your squad in time? Here's hoping.

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Ditching the odd time signatures and overdriven timpanis in favor of breakcore drum loops is kinda like sanitizing what made the music ω-3 (the band for Salmon Run) special and shoving what's left in a place where it don't belong — which is similar to my interpretation of what "salmonlings" would be like. Literal fish out of water.

Salminid culture is heavily tied to the belief in the circle of life (via being cooked alive). It's why they're so willing to zerg rush players during Salmon Runs. So imagine being torn away from said cycle, altered so irrevocably that you barely recognize yourself. My intent was to capture that feeling of horrid mania, and the music I sampled from/covered lended itself well to that, I think.

I've also found a good in-universe performer at last: DJ Unregistered Hypercam 3 (by @teethflavoured on Tumblr), a retired Mudmouth turned solo artist for whom I instantly fell head-over-heels.

(sample source list and an ultra-rad visualizer can be found on my YouTube)

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lovelybrooke · 14 days

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Can you do headcanon of the 3 chosen (Ketheric, Orin, Gortash) Yandere? Platonic or Romance, what make you comfortable the most. (I would appreciate Ketheric platonic tho if its not too much to ask)

like how they will act and all

I hope you have a good day !!!!

So here is how I interpret the villains in my au. This will be kinda short, since for Gortash and Orin I'm basing it off of stuff I've read on their wikis.

Ketheric will be platonic, while I'll keep Gortash and Orin in between (subject to change). If anyone has any ideas, platonic or romantic, for them, please feel free to send them in.

masterlist

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Ketheric

I think Ketheric is drawn to reader because of their association with Isobel. Ketheric cares about his daughter so much, so to see reader try so hard to protect her definitely stirs something in him. It's not much, but it's enough to make an impact.

Ketheric definitely sees reader as another version of his daughter, a distant memory that he tries so hard to hold onto. When he hears about readers involvement with the Harpers, he starts to worry about them, a strange and distant feeling overwhelming him. He doesn't like it, but he also doesn't do anything to prevent it.

I mentioned in this post, but Ketheric eventually becomes consumed by his delusions. He views reader as his surrogate child, and until his death, fights to get them on his side. He doesn't want to lose anyone he cares about again, even if that means tearing down everyone and anything in his way.

Gortash

Gortash is a little tricky to place. He seems like a mixture of Orin and Ketheric in the sense that he's protective and sadistic. He takes pleasure watching you struggle, but at the same time he's fascinated by your claims that you're from another world. Part of him doesn't believe you, he thinks you're crazy. But he sees the way that your companions treat you and thinks that you're something valuable.

Gortash is like Orin in the sense that you're something shiny and new to own. He's like Ketheric in the sense that eventually, he does want to get to know who you are. He's fascinated by you and your ability to capture people, especially since you don't even seem to be aware of it.

In game, if I'm correct, Gortash gets you to form an alliance with him, and you eventually betray him (again I could be wrong, I haven't played the game in a while). I think this holds true to how reader is treated when he grows close to them, he manipulates reader into believing that he can find a way for them to get home, only never to deliver on that promise. Of course, it doesn't go that way in reality, but that's his plan.

Orin

Orin is the definition of sadistic. That isn't going to change just because she's obsessed with you. I think Orin is the type of person who ends up hating herself for the feelings she has for you. She ends up blaming you for making her feel too much, and that reflects the way she treats you.

Most of the thoughts she has about you revolve around wanting to kidnap you and open you up, in the most literal sense. She wants to learn more about you, but to her that involves cutting you open and gazing at your insides. But she's also conflicted, because she doesn't want to lose you, she likes how combative you are and how you make things a challenge for her. She wouldn't want to lose that.

I don't know much about the Dark Urge, so I can't really comment on how that plays a role in her relationship with you, so if any of you have any thoughts please feel free to send them in.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldurs gate x reader #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #yandere bg3 #bg3 x reader #bg3

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fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic · 30 days

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Good Omens Fic Rec: Man to Man and because thinking makes it so

Man to Man 61,517 words Crowley is the token twink in a corporate office, with a growing fascination with one of his colleagues. After a month of stewing in his horny stupor, he crosses paths with his dream man at an office party, striking up a conversation with the help of liquid courage. There is only one obstacle: based on his past history, the beautiful blond angel is presumed to be straight… or is he? because thinking makes it so 41,398 words It's supposed to be an exchange. An arrangement. Something to make them both feel better and less lonely. But Crowley's never had the brightest ideas.

Length: 61,517 words / 41,398 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: After Dark, Human AU

Triggers: None

Read Man to Man here, fic by leukozyna

Read because thinking makes it so here, fic by NaroMoreau, summerofspock

*Minor Spoilers* So, I don’t know how I feel about making this a double rec, but I feel like these deserve to be read together! Both fics take inspiration from the same Twitter thread and I am obsessed with how each took this prompt and made it their own. If you're going to read one, I really want you to read the other, so double post here we are! To briefly summarize, both start with Crowley (the self-appointed office twink) coming onto Aziraphale (the shy, self-conscious divorcee) at their office holiday party and starting a (super casual, totally won't lead into anything) sexual relationship.

Let's start with Man to Man. This Crowley has had a crush on Aziraphale for ages, and his proposition is a reckless slip of the tongue. I love Aziraphale's wit in this, his comebacks and jokes are so funny and perfectly capture his campy bitchiness. Their relationship is so realistic in a way that I swooned over. I love when sex isn't immediately magical and perfect. It's sloppy and not great at the start, but Aziraphale has a wonderful and patient teacher. This story really celebrates the slow domesticity of a new relationship. Finding out what each other likes and cares about, bringing them into your life, waking up together for the first time. It's all very lovely, but it's got quite a naughty side too! Their sex life is very steamy, and like I said, I loved the learning how to please each other aspect of it as well.

Now, because thinking makes it so, this one takes them down a slightly different road. Here, Aziraphale has a kid! He has an amicable relationship with his ex, and often has his son Adam. But what he misses is sex. Well, Crowley can certainly help in that aspect! This fic is the slightly more explicit one. Aziraphale is more sexually skilled in this fic, but he is still has a lot to learn about the pleasure of having gay sex. Especially when you've never stopped to consider your own sexuality. This one has some excellent plot points with Crowley being introduced to Adam, and how you can imagine them becoming a little family together. I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for single dad stories. This one also gives us a little more angst with their relationship, things aren't always perfectly smooth with them, but don't worry we'll get our happy (and steamy) ending.

I loved both of these fics equally, and I really hope you take my suggestion to read both of them! They are both so well written, each are lighthearted, and maddingly sexy. The way each of them interpreted the same idea is so fascinating to me, truly both outstanding stories! After dark reads for both, of course.

Read Man to Man here, fic by leukozyna

Read because thinking makes it so here, fic by NaroMoreau, summerofspock

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #fanfic rec #aziracrow #good omens fic rec #aziraphale x crowley #Man to Man #because thinking makes it so #leukozyna #NaroMoreau #summerofspock #human au #coworker au #parent #medium #long #five flames #after dark

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married-to-google-translater · 2 years

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what would yandere Muzan Douma Akaza be like with a shy s/o who has difficulty socializing and is quiet most of the time?

Yandere Akaza

You would really annoy Akaza.

You had a fight with him.

Being a Hashira is not always easy.

No you weren't scared of the top encounter.

You were scared how talkative he was.

All the while either asking for a name or trying to turn you into a demon.

If he was so talkative, how talkative are the other upper moons?

You don't even want to think about it.

Akaza would interpret it as arrogance.

He thinks you consider him weak and therefore doesn’t want to talk to him.

That would anger Akaza.

However, he doesn't want to kill you.

Akaza enjoys fighting with you.

Congratulations you just got yourself a stalker.

He's starting to watch you.

It makes Akaza understand that you are just shy.

When he gets to know this Akaza gets a kind of peace of mind.

Certainly the capture is fast.

Akaza doesn’t want you to spend time with weak people.

Weakness can be a contagious disease

Yandere Douma

Oh does his loved one have difficulty socializing?

It's sweet.

Douma would definitely tease you about this.

He does things you don’t like and doesn’t stop unless you ask.

Things you don’t like are hugs, kisses, and feeding people to you.

But 10% of the time Douma doesn’t bully you.

That's when she's really sweet.

Douma really notices that you don’t want to talk to others.

He keeps his followers away from you.

Even better than normal.

No one else should make his beloved uncomfortable.

Definitely eat all the loud people.

This is a good justification for his actions.

Douma wants to think so.

And you can't change his mind.

he thinks you're sweet when you blush.

He's the only one who gets to see it.

Yandere Muzan Kibutsuji

Oh boys, girls, other genres and neuter's.

Muzan would really enjoy this.

This really would be a pleasure.

How can you escape if you don’t dare ask others for help?

That's how you can't.

Muzan would surely invite you as a pet.

You are his quiet and obedient pet.

However, this would also cause problems.

Muzan will not accept if you refuse to answer when he speaks to you.

He doesn't care if it's hard for you or not.

When he talks to you you have to answer.

otherwise our yandere demon Daddy gets angry.

And the angry Demon Daddy is not a good thing.

( Or I mean he is hot but... )

You will definitely get a penalty.

Muzan is not going to help you in fear of social situations.

He's only making it worse.

I hope you will live your life with him.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #yandere demon slayer #yandere demon slayer x reader #yandere kimetsu no yaiba x reader #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #douma #douma x reader #yandere douma x reader #yandere douma #yandere akaza x reader #yandere akaza #akaza #akaza x reader #muzan #muzan x reader #yandere muzan #yandere muzan x reader

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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I LOVE your Noir stories! I would love to maybe see a fic where Noir captures the Reader after they committed (or was accused of) a crime, trying to interrogate them only for thick ~tension~ to be between them

THANK YOU ANONNNN <333 ok tbh, i was unsure what was indicated by "thick ~tension~", but this was my interpretation, and i hope it serves <: )) ONCE AGAIN TY ANON, HOPING YOU LIKE THIS <333

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

"well... i don't what went through that thick skull of yours, probably nothing at all, but i just need to know--why'd you do it?" he asked you as if he were asking a child why they disobeyed, why they did something they were explicitly told not to, almost as if he anticipated you would screw up and would be in this very room, cuffed to the table, seated on a cold, metal chair, hunched over with a frown and furrowed eyebrows. he's been through this charade multiple times already, it's starting to bore him a little.

your frown slowly changed into a sly little smile, you sighed as you looked up at the man, scowling at you a tad bit. "come on now, we both know i'm strapped of cash! like, i can't wait for a miracle to come along or some rich fella in search of a spouse. you and i both know how grimy this world is, and you and i both know how incredibly difficult society likes to make my life. i'm playing the hardest game at an impossible setting, i can never win. especially not when your nerdy ass is around, acting like some... puppy dog for law enforcement." you sneered as you looked him up and down, leaning against the walls of the interrogation room with his arms crossed over his chest.

he had his long rolled up-sleeved button-up on, with a gray cashmere vest on, with a black tie tucked underneath. he had long black slacks that accentuated the length of his legs, a bit of his long black socks showing as his feet, in classy black dress shoes, was in front of the other.

he shook his head and sighed. he adjusted his glasses as he thought of what to say to you. "i've been doing my damn best trying not to let you get into much trouble. i've known you all my life, to call you a criminal would be an insult to myself. because i believe you can be good. i know you're good, you don't want this to happen." he says as he moves over to the table and leans against it, facing you closer now than before.

"listen... what'll it take for you to stop this life of crime? something manageable, something i can actually do." he asked you, desperate for an answer, for anything, really.

you looked at him seriously in the eyes, in his darn beautiful gray to brown eyes that pierced your own. you watched as his black eyebrows furrowed even the slightest bit, trying to prove his point that you were a good person--but you seem to prove everyone else's belief: "emphasis on the were" bit.

you broke into laughter at the sight of his seriousness, how could he possibly think you were capable of being a goody two shoes when the world's treated you like utter crap?

"oh, parker... you never change." you wheezed out as you continued your fit of laughter. peter sighed as he pinched the bridge of his tall nose. he took off his glasses and ran a hand across his face as he looked back at you, wholly disappointed.

"now what do you mean by that?" he asks you as he looks at you expectantly for an answer, an appropriate and justifiable one that would hopefully prove his point, despite you just disproving it mere seconds ago.

"what else could i possibly mean by that? you were disappointed i joined a band of lowlife nerds then stole the shit i helped them steal after they were about to throw me under the bus... and yet you get mad at me. you never change, you were always a little priss, parker." you practically fumed at him.

"i'm just looking out for you." he said through gritted teeth as he walked back over the table and glowered over you, his presence, for the first time in... ever, intimidated you. you had known peter benjamin parker ever since you were younger, he was a sweet boy who always followed the rules, who helped keep you in line with everyone else. he never changed, except for one bit: he became scarier. and you really had to admit it, it was kinda hot.

he slowly grabbed your cheeks and dug into the flesh a little, a small noise escaping your lips as he turned your head to look at him in the eyes, you having nowhere else to look at but him. "i'm always, always looking out for your dumb ass. why do you make it so hard for me to do that, to keep you as civilized as possible?" he asked through gritted teeth as he tightened his grip around your cheeks ever so often.

his touch indicated he had no intention of hurting you, not one bit. he just wanted to ask you out of pure concern, but you hated how scary he was getting; he really did change, just the slightest bit.

"you think i wanna be civil about it, parker?" you taunted with a chortle and a wide, mischievous smile. "fuck being civil, you can't live on civility alo--" you said, but you were cut off by peter slamming his fist against the metal table, the sounds of the contact between his muscle and the table reverberated throughout the room, frightening you into silence.

"language." was all he told you as he let go of your cheeks and walked off to think in the corner. you felt a heat creep up in your cheeks, a small blush was wrapping around your face; oh you darn fool, you fell for your nerdy friend, who had a slight glow up... you fell for the scary, intimidating, law-abiding nerd, peter benjamin parker.

a part of you wants him to get mad again, see the fire in his beautiful gray and brown irises, to watch him run his hand across his hair, maybe tug at it if you frustrated him enough; to have him grasp at your cheeks roughly... oh you plan to keep pissing him off, getting in trouble, and being sat down in this room with him again for a long, long time.

you smiled slyly at him as he rubbed his forehead, his lips frowning slightly, but you smirking to yourself as you took pleasure in his frustration, in his handsome frustration. "i might just try getting into more trouble if you keep acting all high and mighty like that, parker." you whispered, to which he heard and let out a guttural groan of pure frustration at that. "i can never catch a damn break."

a/n: HI SORRY IF THIS WASN'T WHAT YOU MEANT ANON, AND SORRY IF I CUT IT OFF REALLY BADLY AAAAA TT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THOUGH AND I'M SORRYYYY

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @fictarian @pixqlsin

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir fluff #itsv x you #itsv #itsv noir #itsv x reader

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olympushit · 2 months

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What do you think Ares's relationship with Artemis&Hermes? I always wondered if they are friends since they are the only ones who seems to care about him being kidnapped and goes to rescue him. But it's take them more than a year to come, so maybe they were just bored...

Drop your headcanon!

Interesting!

Ares and Artemis do not seem to interact much, but they are on the same side during the Trojan War, so maybe they got along.

Ares and Hermes do not interact with each other in most occasions. When Hephaestus caught Ares and Aphrodite on his bed, Hermes said that he would like to be in Ares' place even if the chains that would bound him would be thrice as many. Also, Hermes competed with Ares on a boxing match for the sake of a Nymph named Tanagra, which Hermes won and slept with her. Also, when Hermes found out about Ares being captured he immediately went with Artemis to save him. To be honest, I don't know if it took them 13 months to find where Ares was or if they completely ignored him, but the fact that Artemis almost sacrificed her virginity in a fake call shows a lot.

My interpretation is the following:

Ares and Hermes were really close, probably Hermes was one of the only gods that could be considered something as close as being Ares' friend. Their interactions seem playful to me, but the fact that Hermes is in love with Aphrodite maybe sets Ares a little off, and let's not forget that Hermes liked to steal just for fun and make pranks. I don't think that Ares would like that, but on the other hand he's one of the few that ran for his rescue.

Ares and Artemis were probably on good terms. Artemis was a feminist at heart, and Ares never raped a woman. He was considered to be a feminist god too. Also, the Amazons were favored by both Ares and Artemis. I belive that Artemis didn't like Ares in the beginning, because he terrorized Leto by Hera's order so that she couldn't give birth. But looking through it, it's not like Ares could go against his mother and queen of Olympus. But as time progressed, their relationship started to meliorate, and I'd like to think that they respect each other.

I'm not really good at headcanons, but here I am. Hope it's not disappointing! 😔😁😉

#greek mythology #greek gods #ares #hermes #artemis #my asks #ask answered #answered #headcanon #or so i hope

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this sad ending needs a chaser

pairing: past mingyu x gn!reader (exes) rating: 16+ (short suggestive part but nothing explicit) wc: 1.5k summary: you and mingyu broke up. mingyu's having a hard time moving on. warnings: breakup, post-breakup, alcohol, drinking, implied unhealthy coping mechanisms tags: angst, lovers to exes, sad ending, it's implied that mingyu fucked up somehow but doesn't explain the how/why so that's up to your interpretation a/n: have some angst that i queued up for y'all while i'm away, hope you enjoy :') also mingyu i love u so much i promise lkdfjslkdj (this was originally a jikook work on ao3)

The first time Mingyu sees you after — after — a part of him thinks it might be a dream.

As always, your eyes are the first thing to catch his attention. Big and bright and reflecting every drop of light the bar contains, Mingyu has to force himself not to fall into twin galaxies.

That's not something he's allowed to do anymore.

And so before he can do anything stupid like go up to you and confess exactly how desperately he misses you, Mingyu downs the rest of his drink and shoulders his way out of the door and into the cold night air.

He hopes that putting some distance between the two of you and breathing in the sobering Seoul air will calm his aching heart, but he ends up stumbling down memory lane regardless.

You trail petal-soft kisses across Mingyu's shoulders, making constellations out of his freckles and trying to capture every inch of skin you can between your lips. You don't stop, even as he half-heartedly squirms, giggling. "Jagiya, stop," he whines, and your heart flips inside your chest as it's overwhelmed by a wave of fondness. "That tickles." "Hmm," you hum into the back of his neck. You grin before murmuring, "as you wish," letting go of him and throwing yourself back so that you're lying alone in the middle of the bed. You've barely settled before Mingyu is suddenly crawling over you. "Wait, no, come back; I was kidding." You put on a pretty pout even as Mingyu boxes you in with his body, knees bracketing your hips and forearms bracing him on either side of your head. He leans down for a kiss, but you turn your head so that his lips land on your cheek instead. "Jagiii," he whines, long and loud, and you can't help the laughter that spills out of you. He noses along your jaw, trailing open-mouthed kisses as he goes and lighting a fire deep in your core. "Aegiya, come on." "Come on, what, hmm?" You ask with a smirk, eyes lidded and hands slowly dragging up Mingyu's sides, moving in to trail up his bare chest and rest there. Mingyu half whines, half growls into your neck, and you can feel the way the sheets pull beneath you as he clenches his fingers into the fabric. He pulls away just enough to look you in the eyes and demands, "Kiss me, damn it." And who are you to refuse? Your hands move to hold Mingyu's face, pulling him down to press all the want onto his lips, mouth, tongue. "Whatever you want, baby," you breathe, heavy with the liquid fire that's starting to pulse through your veins along with something else, something soft and fragile and adoring. "Whatever you want."

Mingyu trips over a crack in the pavement and curses, moving to lean against the wall of whatever building he was passing. He stays there for a minute, willing the tears away and swallowing down his feelings and building nausea. Once his mind is carefully, wonderfully blank, he starts walking again — alone in a city of millions.

And isn't that the way it's supposed to be?

The second time Mingyu sees you — in the same crowded bar, of all places — he lets himself look.

Lets himself take in the sight that is you dressed in sinfully tight clothing and soaking up the colored lights like you're trying to outshine them all. And you do outshine them — have always been the brightest thing in Mingyu's life. Even now, after he's gone and fucked everything up.

(Just as he always has. And probably always will.)

You are a shining star, something belonging to the heavens, and Mingyu is still a cold and lonely thing that can't help but be caught in your orbit — longing for just an ounce of light, of warmth.

But he doesn't get to ask anymore, not after what he did, and that makes it all the more painful when he watches you get dragged to the dance floor with a blinding grin.

He turns back to the bar, ordering two more shots and downing them in quick succession — doesn't spare a single glance behind him as he pushes himself through the crowd and out the front doors.

The third time Mingyu sees you, he admits to himself that this isn't a coincidence — admits that he remembers this place being your favorite bar and that he hasn't been coming here just for the alcohol.

Idly, he wonders if he's always been a masochist, but a small part of him whispers that no, he hasn't. He hadn't ever cared enough, before.

(Had never been in love before, not really. Not like this.)

Once upon a time, Mingyu had been close enough to you to know that you aren't going to be looking for a relationship any time soon. You're the hopeless romantic, Big Feelings sort of wonderful, the type of person that will tumble head-over-heels into an all-or-nothing kind of love — the kind of love that makes people believe in miracles.

(You should've been more careful with him — shouldn't have given your heart so freely to someone who only knows how to break anything that's put in his hands.)

This knowledge makes watching you dance with stranger after stranger a particular kind of torture, something confusing and dark and ugly swirling around in his chest and stomach. And yet, despite the rabid swell of feelings within him, Mingyu can't help but feel like he's caught in a dream. You've always had that effect on him, and he wishes with every fiber of his being that he could go back in time and stop himself from turning that dream into a nightmare.

But he can't — has never been one for wishes or faith or believing in anything other than the fact that he never let himself learn how to hold onto a good thing.

But maybe... maybe this time can be different.

Mingyu swirls the drink in his hand, idly watching the ice cubes do a clumsy dance around each other in the glass. He doesn't expect a miracle to happen by any means, isn't even going to try to hope for another chance (at least, not consciously), but. Maybe he can pick up a few of the pieces he left behind.

Maybe he can hold this good thing one more time.

The next time Mingyu sees you, determination sits in a tight, anxious knot in his throat.

He's decided that tonight is the night, the one where he dawns his confidence like the flimsy armor that it is and tries to say a single word to you for the first time in months. Because even above all the physical intimacy and affection, Mingyu finds that just talking with you is what he misses the most — phone calls and facetimes and dumb little text messages... he misses it with such a vicious ache that sometimes he swears he's bleeding out all over the floor.

And so he downs one more shot of liquid courage and starts to make his way across the dance floor to where you sit alone at a table on the other side of the venue.

He makes it about halfway through all the thrusting bodies, getting momentarily stuck behind a gaggle of girls here for some kind of bachelorette party before he once again catches sight of you. And abruptly freezes.

You're still sitting at the table, but you're no longer alone. Someone else is there, a beautiful boy who is looking at you with a sun-bright smile, and then he's leaning forward and kissing you and—

Mingyu watches, heart sinking sinking sinking as you lean into the kiss, bringing a hand up to hold the stranger's face at just the right angle before pulling away with a wet pop that he can't hear over the music but that he can feel like a bullet to the heart.

Everyone around him is sweating, radiating heat, but Mingyu feels cold.

Someone bumps into him, says something, but he barely notices. He's stuck, feet and heart caught in some kind of freezing sludge, eyes unwittingly fixed on the way you're smiling so bashfully at this stranger — this stranger who, he realizes belatedly, isn't that much of a stranger. He's seen this man with the shock of blonde hair before, has watched him dance with you the last few times he's been here.

Something within Mingyu shatters at that, something he didn't realize could break.

Maybe he'd been hoping for a miracle after all.

He sees the stranger nod his head toward the dance floor, and Mingyu is running before he can even think — out the door, and down the street, and on and on and on until his lungs feel like they're about to combust inside his chest.

He runs, and Mingyu has a feeling that he'll never stop running. It's all he's ever known.

It's all he's ever known, and all he'll ever be is a boy who runs away from his dreams because that will always be easier than watching them be taken away from right in front of him.

And so, Mingyu runs.

It's all he's ever known.

#svtsource #mingyu angst #mingyu au #mingyu fanfic #mingyu x y/n #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #savv writes #savv fics #in my queue world

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Idk if your still doing fic requests but maybe one where one of Vox’s/Val’s “top” workers are harassing her and catcalling her and she’s just been putting up with it because she knows it would be a Hassle to replace them. But when Vox and Val find out they get pissed and protective?

Love this, anon! Jsyk I'm interpreting the "her" here as Velvette; I hope you like it! Blanket reminder that this is fiction and I don't condone the actions of the Vees or think that Vox and Val are secretly chivalrous, but I DO think that if anyone crossed Velvette it would be open season.

“Hey babe. Got a minute?”

Velvette’s shoulders tensed up around her ears. She was standing on one of Valentinos’ heavily perfumed and gaudily lit sets, outfitted to look like a 1980s high rise penthouse. The script was as rushed and thrown-together as any other of Valentino’s projects, but the storyline had something to do with a high powered businesswoman releasing a little after-work stress with one of her assistants. Something something “long, hard day in the office” something something “let’s get comfortable on the couch”, wash, rinse, repeat.

Velvette had only been half-paying attention to the plot, as she was on set to photograph the performers in action wearing some of her latest designs. Sure, she could make one of her employees do it, but why leave artistry to the plebians?

“Hey,” the voice cooed again. “I’m trying to have a conversation here.”

Velvette chewed on the inside of her cheek to keep from snapping at him.

Fucking Rio.

“Can I help you?” She asked, studiously flipping through the shots she had captured with her phone camera.

A black-clawed finger pushed the phone down impatiently. Velvette scowled up at her unwelcome guest. Rio was a tall, broad-shouldered succubus who was currently wearing little more than a collection of crisscrossing leather scraps and the pomade in his spiky hair. He was one of Valentino’s favorites, as he was infinitely flexible, indiscriminate when it came to picking sexual partners, and pretty much down for anything as long as the cameras were rolling. He made Valentino, and by extension the rest of the Vees, a metric ton of cash, so Velvette had thusfar played nice with him. But that didn’t mean she liked him.

“What did you think of the show?” Rio asked, smiling with all his sharp teeth. He had declined to put on a robe after his scene. He was convinced he was Satan’s gift to demonkind, and he was a bit of exhibitionist about it. Not that Velvette was judging. She just wasn’t interested.

“Riveting,” Velvette said flatly. “You’ll be up for an award.”

“Really?” Rio said, brightening.

“No,” Velvette said, returning to her phone.

“Come on babe,” he said, leaning on the wall she was standing against. Most of the other actors and crew members had already dispersed, and Velvette was suddenly aware that she was functionally alone with Rio. Something she generally avoided at all costs. “Don’t play hard to get.”

“You’re the only one playing games. Fuck off, Rio.”

“I love it when you act mean. Why don’t you come back to my dressing room with me and help me rehearse this next scene? I’m sure you’re a natural.”

Velvette just stared at him, trying to reduce him to ash with her gaze. The fact that Rio even had a dressing room was a testament to Valentino’s favoritism, and all the proof Velvette needed that she probably shouldn’t cause a scene over one of Val’s cash cows making a pass at her. Still, she seriously considered gutting Rio with the switchblade tucked down her boot. Just for the satisfaction of it.

“I’m sure you’ll manage fine on your own,” she said. “Your type would rather rehearse with their own reflection in the mirror anyway.”

“But things are always so much interesting with a scene partner,” Rio said, and would would have been bad enough, but then he actually took Velvette’s hand by the wrist and pressed it against the chiseled plane of his abs. “You sure you won’t change your mind?”

Velvette nearly blacked out from rage. She was so taken aback she didn’t even snatch her hand away, just stood there with Rio’s fingers around her wrist, agog at his sheer audacity. Then, like lightning, she came back to herself.

“If you don’t let me go in two seconds,” she hissed. “I swear on my own grave I’ll–”

“RIO!”

Rio jumped back, the smile dropping like a lead weight from his face. Valentino was staring him down from across the set, drawn up to his full imposing height. Valentino had a talent for slouching and lounging around in a way that made him look less threatening when it suited his ends, but he could also command a room at the drop of a dime.

“Valentino,” Rio babbled, putting six feet between himself and Velvette. “Hey man, I didn’t know you were still on set, I–”

“Bitch baby,” Velvette muttered under her breath. She had zero respect for people who couldn’t stand by their own bad behavior. If you were going to be a shit, you should commit to the bit.

“And you think that's the green light for feeling up on my business partner?” Valentino asked, crossing to Velvette’s side with long strides.

“No, Val, I mean, no sir! We were just having a friendly conversation, I didn’t–”

“You alright Velvette?” Valentino asked, holding up a hand to silence Rio.

Velvette rolled her eyes.

“I’ve got this handled," she said. "Don’t ruin your reputation by defending my honor.”

“It’s not about honor, babydoll, it’s about respect.” He took a long, thoughtful drag of his cigarette and draped one of his wings around Velvette’s shoulders. It was surprisingly heavy and warm. “You don’t respect Velvette, Rio?”

“Absolutely I do! I would never–”

Valentino leaned down until he was eye to eye with Rio, who was visibly shaking. Velvette scoffed. Amateur.

“Get the fuck out of my sight,” Valentino said.

Rio disappeared so fast he practically left a trail of smoke in his wake.

“That was unnecessary,” Velvette said, tapping away on her phone. "Get a little thrill from playing the hero for a change?"

“You sure you're alright?” Valentino asked, his expression softening slightly. Velvette knew damn well that Valentino only cared because Velvette was an intrinsic gear in the ever-turning machine that kept Valentino paid and supplied with new talent and copious amounts of drugs, but she also knew him well enough to know when he was faking it. He was genuinely pissed on her behalf.

“Fine, fine,” she said, shrugging off his wing. Valentino replaced it immediately, and Velvette gave up on fighting it. It wasn’t like there were many people around to see the display of affection anyway, otherwise Valentino wouldn’t be doing it.

Valentino pulled out his phone and switched it on to speaker, waiting impatiently for whoever was on the other end to pick up.

"I'm busy," Vox snapped through the phone. This was generally how he picked up.

"Not anymore you're not," Valentino replied. “Some dipshit put his hands on Velvette.”

"What?" Vox thundered. Velvette could practically see his screen short-circuiting through the phone.

"It was Rio."

"One of yours?"

"Not anymore he's not."

"Vox, I'm fine," Velvette said into the speakerphone. "He just got handsy and Valentino told him off."

"Can I kill him?" Valentino asked impatiently.

"Why are you asking me if he's one of yours?" Vox asked.

"Because he's the spokesman for one of your commercials, remember? Toothpaste or condoms or some shit, I can't keep track of it."

"Are you kidding? Pretty faces are a dime a dozen. String him up and send me someone else. And Velvette, take the rest of the day if you want to. Go take a bubble bath or make an intern cry or whatever it is that makes you happy."

"Thanks, Voxxy," Valentino said in that nauseatingly sweet voice. With that, he ended the call.

"What do you want in return for doing me the favor of getting rid of Rio?" Velvette asked suspiciously. Valentino grinned down at her, batting his lashes over the rim of his glasses.

"Can't I help out an old friend?"

"Cut the crap, Val."

Valentino sighed and turned to take Velvette's shoulders in his hands. His grip was light, not punishing. When he spoke, it was devoid of his usual flippancy.

"He's replaceable, Velvette. You're not. You, me, Vox, we're a perfect triangle. We all lean on each other. So I make sure you get what you need so I can get what I need, got it?"

"That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Velvette said sarcastically, but there was a glimmer of truth in it.

"Don't start spreading nasty rumors about me," Valentino said. Then he straightened up and looked over his shoulder, murder in his eyes. "And now if you don't mind I'm going to go make that sack of shit wish he'd never been born."

"Can I come?" Velvette said, her mood brightening considerably. "It's been weeks since I tortured anyone."

"Of course, babydoll," Val said, bowing at the waist and sweeping his hand towards her. "Ladies first."

#velvette #vox #valentino #hazbin hotel #the vees #staticmoth #hazbin hotel fanfiction #answered asks

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