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wosoamazing · 1 month

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How Could You Do That - Too Late To Be Fair Pt.2

Warnings: Cheating, 'details' of kissing, mentions of self doubt, emotional insecurity, swearing, panic attack kind of, let me know if anything else.

A/N: note there has been a small change in Part 1 - more specifically the line that mentions Beth’s ACL and her Mum…. Also lets ignore the big obvious timeline issue - just pretend Leah did her ACL in the past prior to the most recent one, that’s why Beth and Viv weren’t public/known yet (just go along with it lol). Also this did not go where I expected it to go, originally it was very different (which is why I made up a character, but while writing the plan changed it just kind of happened). Last but not least (so much to say lol) do you want a part 3?

Your eyes stared at the door so hard you could’ve burned a hole in the door, you had seen a photo, a photo of Leah kissing a girl, no let’s rephrase that, a photo of Leah making out very heavily with a random girl in a bar, you didn’t even know she went out, you knew she went to dinner thats why you were home and she wasn’t, but out, she hadn’t told you that, let alone the fact that she had plans to kiss a random girl in a bar.

The second you heard keys in the door you bolted up, as the door opened you crossed your arms and glared at her figure walking through.

“Hi baby, everything okay?” she asked clearly tipsy, you felt as though literal steam was coming out of your ears, you were so unbelievably mad at her, angry with her.

“I cant fucking believe you, after everything you said to me, just three days ago,”

“What are you on about?”

“Oh yeah, like you can fucking forget making out with someone. Probably happened under an hour ago right?”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh like that is a fucking excuse,” “Let me explain,” “There is nothing to explain, I know everything. You lied to me, honestly youre an impressive liar but thats not the fucking point. The fucking point is that three days ago you promised you were in this for the long run, that you weren’t like the others, that you would never hurt me. I believed you, I believed you were different Leah, I really did. But now we are standing here.” you stormed out the door and slammed it. Hot angry tears falling down your face, you jumped into your car and left, yet again finding yourself in the same position, driving to the one person you could actually trust.

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You knocked on Beth’s door, often you would just let yourselves into each other;s houses, but there was an extra car in the driveway.

“Beth,” you cried out as you knocked on the door again, more desperately.

“Y/N, coming, are you okay?” her words caused your hot angry tears to turn into big fat hurt tears.

“Shit, Y/N/N come here” Beth said as she opened the door, wrapping her arms around your body, she continued to hold you as she moved to sit on the couch with you “what happened?”.

“S-she k-kissed someone,” “who?” “L-Le-Leah, a-an” you just pulled out your phone and showed the photo.

“I’m going to fucking kill her.” Beth was furious, “I” you tried to speak but your words were choked by the sobs that racked your body, your hands shook for anger whilst the rest of your body shook from your sobs, your chest felt tight, your head felt foggy, “ It's okay. I’m here, I’ve got you. You’re okay,” with every passing minute you felt your chest grow tighter, until you were struggling to breath.

“Y/N, it's okay, can you try and take a deep breath for me?” you shook your head “Viv, can you grab my water bottle,” Viv came running out of Beth’s bedroom, freezing briefly as you both made eye contact before handing the bottle to Beth, and returning to the bedroom. Beth handed you the water bottle, her eyes still intently watching you, you knew what she wanted you to do, you took some small sips trying to regulate yourself slightly, “that's it, deep breath, in, 2, 3, 4, out ,2, 3, 4, again.” Beth’s gaze left you briefly as she turned to see Viv who was leaving, she gave Viv a sorry look before returning her focus back to you, you had calmed down more, you moved to lean against her side, Beth felt the slow shift in your breaths, going from rapid and uneven, to slow and even, she knew you were asleep, but she still didn't move, not wanting to leave you considering how vulnerable you were.

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“Y/N,” you heard Beth’s soft voice as she shook your body slightly, “I’m going to make dinner, thought you might want to sit and chat.” Sitting and chatting over dinner cooking was something you often did, both debriefing events in your lives over cooking a meal. One of you would cook and the other would sit and watch, you would talk, just about anything and everything.

“Yeah, sounds good, I’m just going to go to the bathroom quickly,” she nodded, before she made her way into the kitchen.

“I don't understand,” you said as you slid onto the kitchen bench.

“Honestly neither do I. I can't believe she did that, she made it seem like you were her whole world, I got a different vibe this time.”

“No, I don't understand why Viv was here” you ask, because in all fairness you didn’t, your words caused Beth to blush.

“I think we have more important things to discuss than that” “Like how you are absolutely torturing that meat,” she gave you a look, as you back of the bench, you playfully shoved her out of the way, and you switched positions, “or do you mean how my girlfriend had her tongue down the throat of a complete stranger,” “the second one”.

“I don’t know, I just don’t get it, can you grab the cream, she came in so sweet and innocent, I’ve seen her walk through that door when she needs to tell me something and that wasn't it. I don’t think she had plans to tell me.”

“So why was Viv here, we have discussed the more important thing now,” you smirked at Beth.

“I don’t, I just feel close to her, she is really nice, I think I might like her, but I’m not sure.”

“Never been the best at navigating our feelings have we Beth,”

“Hey, at least Dan broke up with me before her mouth was on others,” Beth noticed how your body tensed, “too soon?”

“Too soon?” you said as you nodded agreeing with her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she leant closer to you to pull you into a hug.

“Beth!” you screeched as some of her pasta fell out of her bowl onto your pants. “Oh sorry,” she said as she sat back up before using her fork to eat the bits of pasta off your leg, causing you both to fall into fits of laughter.

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“I mean she won’t even hear my side of the story, its like I’m speaking to a blank wall” Leah, your now ex said as the arsenal girls were out for dinner, a dinner you were absent for not wanting to have to face Leah or the awkwardness.

“Yeah because there is a photo of you making out with another girl in a bar, in addition to the fact you went with none of us and she didn’t even know you were going out out” Katie said.

“I told her, I regretted it the second I did it, the girl asked me if I wanted to go home with her and I said no I have a girlfriend I shouldn't be doing this.” Leah explained her side, trying to defend herself, she was right she had told you that, showing up the next day at Beth’s house, but you didn't believe her and just shut the door in her face to stop her talking.

“But Leah, you don't understand how many times people have done this to her, lulled her into a sense of security and then ripped the rug out from under her. How many times the other side of the story has been that they realised how much reassurance and love she needed and then left, and after what happened the other day I’m not surprised, you literally betrayed every single thing you said to her. Everything you said to her that night you threw out the window the second your lips touched that girl’s lips, let alone when your tongue went in.” Beth defended your honour.

“So the believing I don't love her won't go away, even with what I said the other night.”

“It gets better over time, I mean she doesn’t question me anymore but then again, I’ve never made out with a random girl at the bar just days after I told a girl she was my everything and I would never leave her or hurt her. A girl who is emotionally broken due to her childhood by the way.”

“So the insecurities will never go away, I don't know if I can handle that, always being questioned.” Leah continued, when she really shouldn’t have kept going on.

“Fucking hell Leah, you’re in the wrong here, and you’re concerned about your feelings in a relation with a girl who you have just completely destroyed. So no. No you won't have to handle that ever. If that’s how you are thinking, go. Go far away from her, never talk to her again, you can’t be thinking that.” Beth stood up, and turned away from the table before turning back to Leah, “How have you gone from this girl being your entire world to oh it might be too much overnight, or was it not overnight have you just been leading her on, using her until you could find your next girlfriend.” Beth stormed out, so glad that you weren't there, she now knows how Leah really felt, but also she didn't know what might’ve happened if you were there.

“You’re never talking to her again, I’m not letting her near you.” Beth said as she marches through the door of her apartment.

“Why” you paused the TV, standing up and walking over to her.

“She said she didn't know if she could deal with your constant questioning of yourself and her,” “What?” “She asked if you not 100% believing her would go away, I’m sorry” Beth’s voice broke with her last two words, she just couldn’t believe how many people had done this, and now one of her close friends, she just couldn't understand why they were doing it, you were perfect, smart, caring, talented, pretty and so much more, briefly Beth was wrapped up by her thoughts before she heard you sniff, she quickly escaped her thoughts as she saw a tear rolled down your cheek, followed by many more, they were small soft tears, tears coming from a very deep down broken place. Beth went to hug you, but you pulled away, just had just received confirmation that people really did believe your insecurities and hurt and trauma were a burden, even if they didn't say it to your face.

“No, I’m a burden, don’t worry, I know you would much rather be doing something else.” you began to walk away but Beth grabbed your hand, stopping you, before pulling you back, the action causing your body to collide with hers, causing you to be pressed up against her front, you could feel her warm breath on your cheek. A rush of something ran through you, the feeling unknown but in a good way. Her fingers intertwined with yours, she wiped your tears with her other hand, before it found a place on your lower hip, fitting perfectly. Her eyes darted from yours to your lips and back to yours, you hadn't pulled away yet, you didn't want to, but you didn’t have feelings for each other right.

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neteyamsoare · 1 year

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Their Strong Warrior.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Tonowari x Ronal x Fem! Tall! Metkayina! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Request From [🫧 anon]. Hi! It’s 🫧 again :D If your requests are still open, could I maybe ask for a Tonowari/Ronal x reader again? (In case you couldn’t tell, they’re my favorites). I read something somewhere about like, tall Na’vi reader, and I can’t get it out of my head. I can imagine Ronal and Tonowari with this huge beefy Metkayina reader, like tattooed to glory and absolutely terrifying, but is actually the softest person ever. Like yeah, the reader can and has taken on the most terrifying beasts you can think of, but they’re reduced to a little purring puddle if Ronal or Tonowari offers to braid their hair or cuddle with them in their Mauri. I tried to put more detail in this time too :P hope this is okay.

༉‧₊˚. Summary. On the outside, you put a tough wall but behind closed doors, Tonowari and Ronal know the real you.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Brief mention of readers' deceased parents and you have a specific height

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 673.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Marui — [homes of Na'vi clans like the Metkayina or the Ta'unui], Akula — [a Pandoran ocean animal that roams the reefs of the Eastern Sea].

༉‧₊˚. Notes. This is my first poly fic so go easy with me, it'll become better as I improve my writing. I love you for this request. I swear I was in the car and was thinking of your request and before I knew it, I was writing some notes for part two. Sorry, this took so long. Also sorry this was a bit short but part two is going to be longer!

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

༉‧₊˚. Starred Links. Navigation + Masterlist + Prompts + Taglist

You were well known amongst the Metkayina clan for being the strongest, bravest, and most fearless warrior they had ever seen. You worked so hard to get the title and never planned on losing it.

People felt intimidated by you and let’s be honest they had every right to, you were 8’9 and since you were a hunter, you had your tattoos done on your arms which represented the more exposed protective shield of the seawall.

Any dangerous mission there was, you were on it. You took on the most dangerous animals known to man with no fear and especially no doubt you would lose, You always radiated with confidence.

Like today, you returned home from a hunting trip after defeating an akula feeling very proud of yourself.

“Y/n… you were…,” Marek nervously tried to put words together but you just stared at him with a blank face watching him fidget with his fingers and avoid eye contact with you, you went to say something warm-hearted but he simply ran away.

It’s not like you intended to put fear in others to the fact that they were too afraid to talk to you, it was just that after your parents died, you put up walls so people couldn’t see how much you were hurting inside, why let people see the soft side of you when you could be the toughest they have ever seen.

The tough facade didn't work on two people though.

While the people thought you were this tough scary person that was tough to talk to, Tonowari and Ronal saw a different side to you.

You three would be in your shared marui and Tonowari would offer to braid your hair as Ronal would cuddle into you laying her head on your chest as you let out a soft purr, they would say hearing your purr is the music to their ears.

You could deny it all you want but when it comes down to the two, they were the only ones to break down your walls seeing the true you, the soft you.

You hear a familiar chuckle from behind, “I swear you make it so easy,” Tonowari says as he walks up to you.

“Make what so easy?” he lets out another chuckle as he snakes an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him as you look up at him, you were tall but not taller than him.

“I don’t have to scare off potential suitors because you do it for me, can’t have anyone trying to steal you away from us,” you roll your eyes as you fight back a smile threatening to form.

You open your mouth to say something but Ronal interrupts you as she picks up your hand searching for any small or serious injuries that she would have to tend to. You’d argue that she didn’t need to but the amount of time you got hurt during these hunting trips, you learn to deal with it.

She searches your whole body and when she sees that you’re fine, she goes to search Tonowari in which he voluntarily does a 360 spin to put her at ease.

“Nice, no injuries this time, you two are improving,” she says as a slight smile shows on her face and three of you walk to your shared home as Tonowari and you tell her how the trip went, both complementing each other’s skill.

These happy moments were the only way people would see the smile on your face, seeing how the three of you complement each other perfectly, and how you work so well together.

Of course, they saw the arguments that would come up at times but the three of you had it under control, and by the next day, things went back to normal.

But there was a time in the future when an argument was so bad that it caused a rift in your relationship that had people worried if things were going to be okay between the three of you.

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mcntsee · 2 months

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Fires of Passion, Ashes of Hate— The End

previous part series’ masterlist!

Summary: Lovers (mentioned) to enemies.

Warnings: Hate (?), blood, injuries, a lot of cursing, ooc Kaz. Also, not proofread.

Notes: As always, italics are flashbacks! I’m not entirely happy about how rushed this feels. I do, however, really like the end and I hope you guys do too. I do plan to make up for rushing this with extras, which so far are going to be the begging of their relationship and the breakup (and why they broke up.)

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For months, Kaz had been meticulously planning, sacrificing meals and sleep along the way. For months, Kaz tirelessly brainstormed different ideas, only to abandon them upon discovering minor flaws. Long months of hair-pulling, lip-biting, and picking at the skin around his nails.

He preferred his plans to be flawless, or at least as close to flawless as possible. He had a penchant for meticulously attending to small details that most would overlook. Opportunities that most would miss.

But this? He found himself adrift, unsure of his next move. The thought of proceeding blindly grated on him, intensifying his frustration. Even worse were the relentless doubts echoing in his mind, like the constant cawing of crows.

Despite Jesper and Inej's pleas to join him in his reckless pursuit, he adamantly refused. He couldn't bear the thought of putting them in harm's way, not because of his own anger and thirst for revenge.

All those months spent tirelessly searching for a way to strike back at Pekka led him to find refuge inside the old building. There, he meticulously set up device after device crafted by Wylan. He harbored no desire to simply end Pekka, for that would be too merciful by his standards. Instead, he yearned to inflict upon him the same agony he had endured years ago. He wanted him to hurt physically and financially, and the most effective means to accomplish this was by detonating his new acquisition.

In an instant, all the effort he had poured into his questionable plan was nullified by none other than her.

He had anticipated the Dime Lions to find him, engaging in a battle until only one remained victorious. This inevitable showdown was something he had prepared for, though uncertain of its timing. However, her involvement was never part of the equation.

To say Kaz was scared was a revelation, a sensation he had long relegated to the recesses of childhood memories. The darkness of their home, Jordie’s teasing laughter echoing down the corridors, the frantic escape from the pigs’ relentless pursuit—each a fragment of his past, each a reminder of the fear he had once known.

There was also the memory of Pekka’s betrayal looming large, a specter of fear that gripped his heart with icy fingers. Back then, she had tried to comfort him, to bridge the chasm of his terror with a simple embrace, but he had recoiled, the weight of his own emotions too heavy to bear. The repulsion lingering, the image of his brother’s accusing gaze etched into his mind’s eye.

Back then, he had left behind more than just his last name. Kaz Rietveld’s fear was a relic of his past, a burden he could no longer carry. Brekker, on the other hand, was immune to such weaknesses. Fear was a luxury he couldn’t afford, a shadow he refused to let darken his path. For him, fear was not an obstacle; it was merely a whisper in the wind, easily drowned out by the thunder of his determination.

Yet, there he stood in the darkness of the crumbling house. A solitary figure bathed in the moon's silver glow, his silhouette a stark contrast against the velvety blackness that enveloped him. The air hung heavy with an unnameable dread, thick with the weight of his own apprehension, wrapping around him like a suffocating cloak.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears like the beating of distant drums, a relentless cacophony echoing the frantic tempo of his escalating panic. Each breath he took was a struggle, a desperate gasp for air in a room that seemed to shrink around him, constricting his chest with invisible hands.

Tremors wracked his frame, his muscles tense and coiled like a spring wound too tight, ready to snap at the slightest provocation. His gloved hands shook with a violent tremor, fingers twitching with the restless energy of fear while the once-familiar leather felt foreign against his skin, slick with the sweat that had gathered within.

His mind spun in dizzying circles, a whirlwind of fragmented memories and shadowy phantoms.

And then, a sensation so primal, so overwhelming, that it threatened to consume him whole. A knot formed in the pit of his stomach, a gnawing emptiness that seemed to stretch on for eternity, swallowing him up in its dark embrace. It was a fear born not of the tangible, but of the intangible, a nameless dread that lurked in the deepest recesses of his soul.

In that moment, Kaz Brekker was not merely scared; he was consumed by an overwhelming, bone-deep terror.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

In all the years since assuming his new identity, she was the sole individual who evoked a semblance of fear within him. Not because he feared her, but because he feared for her. He fretted over her safety, yet true terror never gripped him. Not like it did now. Never like it did now.

“No, what are you doing here, Kaz?What is— How could you be so unbelievably foolish?”

“I had it all planned you fucking idiot.”

“Planned? Planned what? Your fucking death? Is that it?”

“Of course not! What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do?”

Kaz’s fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles white with tension. His jaw tensed, muscles rippling with the effort to contain his rising fury. He paced back and forth for a second, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight, before her voice interrupted his steps.

“I know exactly what you think you are doing but let me tell you, this is not the way you absolute idiot! Saints! This is certain death, Kaz.”

“I know what I’m doing!” His voice was a defiant growl, his eyes blazing with determination as she stepped closer, her gaze searching his for any hint of doubt. “Do you?”

“Of course I do.”

“Open your fucking eyes, Brekker! You are going to get yourself killed.”

A humorless chuckle escaped his lips, morphing the frown into a semblance of a smile as his eyes swept over her features.

“So what? Why does that matter to you, huh? Why would you possibly care now when you never did before?”

“Never did? How fucking stupid can you be? Never cared?”

“You never fucking did!”

Breath caught in his throat, his chest heaving with the weight of his words. He turned away, unable to meet her gaze, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Brekker?”

“You!” His voice, a fragile facade shattered, cracked with emotion as his bottom lip quivered. His gloved hand rose to grasp at the ends of his disheveled hair in frustration. “Fuck— You! You are what’s wrong with me. You and your infuriating face, your grating voice, your laughter that pierces like needles, and those patronizing eyes.”

The sound of her footsteps reached his ears, and soon, the rhythm of his own steps joined in, creating a dissonant duet that mirrored the discord in his heart.

"So what, you just decide to concoct some half-baked scheme to take down Rollins, knowing full well it's a death sentence?"

His steps faltered, the fiery tempest within his soul halting his movement with a sudden, jarring intensity. Fury, a relentless inferno, blazed through his veins, igniting every fiber of his being with an uncontrollable rage.

With a primal roar, he surged forward, his fingers curled around her arms like iron vices, muscles flexing with a raw, primal strength as he propelled her backwards, her back colliding with the unyielding surface of the wall with a resounding thud.

“Get the fuck out of here-“

“No.”

“I’m not fucking asking.”

“You either leave with me, or we both stay.”

His grip tightened, fingers digging into flesh as he pinned her against the unforgiving barrier, every ounce of his being consumed by the need to dominate, to assert his power over her form.

His gloved fingers, their relentless grip now slackened, traced a deliberate path from her arm, gliding along the delicate curve of her collarbone before settling upon her neck. There, they tightened with a forceful resolve, constricting her airway with an iron grip that left no room for escape. “Get. Out.”

Her mouth open, his gaze flickered downward to her now parted lips, desperate for air, as she shook her head in refusal.

With a frustrated groan, his hand relinquished its grip on her body, her form leaning forward as if seeking solace in the precious air her lungs yearned for.

“I hate you,” she whispered, her voice mixed with the soft gasps for air that left her lips. He reached out again and grabbed her chin, — as he once did when her eyes sparkled with love instead of tears— forcing her to meet his eyes. “Say it again,” he demanded, his grip firm yet tinged with a hint of desperation.

“I hate you.”

As he looked into her eyes, he struggled to reconcile the present with the past, finding it difficult to believe that there was once a time when she had adored him, loved him with every fiber of her being. A time when he, too, had been consumed by love for her, his passion burning bright and untamed, bordering on dangerous obsession.

He could still vividly recall the first time she had uttered those three words, a moment etched into his memory with indelible ink. It was a poignant reminder of a love that had once flourished between them, a love so powerful that its absence now left behind a breathtaking ache, a hollow longing for what could never be forgotten.

He recalls the biting cold, how their noses had turned red from the chill. Yet, amidst the frosty air, he remembers the warmth that enveloped them both as they finally made their way inside the slat, eager to kindle the little fireplace she had insisted on building.

Forest green was the hue of the blanket she had chosen, a subtle barrier that separated them, granting the illusion of closeness without the need for full physical contact.

“I love you,” she had whispered, her voice carrying a shy vulnerability that was a stark departure from her usual confidence. Without hesitation, his gloved hand had reached out, gently cradling her chin and tilting her head to meet her eyes. “Say it again,” he had urged, and the moment she did, his heart skipped a beat.

His hand traced a tender path, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear before returning to gently caress her cheek. “I love you too, love.”

He had winced slightly at the repetition of the word in the same sentence, but her soft smile eased his unease, and he watched her confidence reappear. “I know.”

“I hate you too, love.”

“I know.”

With a sigh, he allowed his fingers to travel up her face, their touch gentle as he pushed the loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Get out.”

He did not want her to get hurt because of this. While his mind rationalized it as not wanting to tend to her wounds as he had months ago, his heart simply couldn’t bear the thought of her being hurt, let alone gone. “Please.”

“Come with me.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can! Kaz— you are going to kill yourself.”

He wasn't entirely convinced of that. Despite the messiness of his plan, he had crafted numerous scenarios where only two outcomes guaranteed certain death. He couldn't afford to perish before exacting vengeance upon Ronllins.

“How cute.”

For a moment, he feared he had finally succumbed to madness. The relentless thirst for revenge seemed to manifest as auditory hallucinations of Pekka's voice. Yet, as he glanced into her eyes only to see them fixed on something behind him, he realized the voice was no figment of his imagination.

“Mr. Brekker, a pleasure as always.”

His fingers tightened around her chin once more, forcing her to meet his gaze, which pleaded silently. With a shake of her head, Kaz knew she had no intention of leaving.

“Rollins.”

“And who do we have here? A new dreg?”

With one last defeated glance in her direction, he pivoted to confront Rollins. His men shadowing behind him, armed with an array of weapons, their faces adorned with smirks.

He was confident he had placed enough detonators strategically around the structure. His fingers instinctively traced the cold metal of the gun Jesper had entrusted to him, ready to trigger the devices with a single bullet. The explosions, however, were not intended to harm any of them; their sole purpose was to weaken the structure, creating a brief window of opportunity for him to slip away before the inevitable collapse.

Now, he found himself hesitating to pull the trigger. This was precisely the mistake of proceeding blindly with the plan—it had led to this unforeseen risk, one he had not calculated and, even more troubling, had not found a solution to. He hadn't anticipated Pekka's arrival; he had assumed it would only be a few of his men. Men who wouldn't know when to retreat and would likely perish amidst the rubble and dust.

But, much like his own men, Pekka would be oblivious to the right moment to escape and save himself, which would prematurely end all the suffering Kaz intended to inflict upon him.

And she... She had no idea either. If he pulled the trigger, she would likely end up trapped beneath the collapsing building as well. Which left Kaz with the stark realization that he was fucked.

Of all the meticulously crafted plans, these miscalculations had moved Kaz from Plan A to Plan T— one of the only two plans that meant certain death. Which, despite its initial premise relying on the gun misfiring and failing to detonate the bombs, would yield the same outcome if he couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger.

“Kaz.”

Her gentle whisper was the sole anchor that pulled him back from the uncertain future to the stark reality of the present. Meeting her gaze once more, he found reassurance in her nod and the quick glance she cast at the gun he still held. This time, however, it was he who shook his head in refusal.

“Do it.”

“You all will die.”

“No,” she interjected, her voice firm as she shook her head. The strand of hair he had brushed aside moments ago falling back into place by her face with the movement. “Pekka will be out the door as soon as the first explosion goes off.”

“You will die.”

“I’ll follow you.”

Once more, he hesitated, but before any other words could escape his lips, she seized the gun from his grasp. With a single nod of determination, she fired, hitting the bomb that would soon set off the rest in the chain reaction.

The building trembled, sending dust cascading down, dirtying his hair as he observed the Dime Lions exchanging worried glances with one another. And as she had assured, the instant the first explosion reverberated through the air, Rollins began barking orders before hastily making his escape from the scene.

Before long, the building convulsed once more with the force of the second explosion, coinciding with Rollins' men launching their assault. One by one, bodies dropped, their falls drowned out by the deafening cacophony of the bombs.

As the first piece of the roof plummeted to the ground, signaling the urgency to flee, he would have heeded the warning if not for the sight of her collapsing to her knees, clutching her now bleeding arm. Against his instinct to flee, his legs propelled him in the opposite direction, deeper into the building. With swift strides, he sprinted towards the assailant who had shot her and now aimed his gun at her vulnerable form.

A grunt escaped his lips as his body collided with the Dime Lion, successfully tackling him to the ground and forcing the gun out of his reach. As anger consumed him, his punches became swifter and more forceful, each one finding its mark on the rival's face. The only sounds reaching his ears were the cracks of impact and the pained moans escaping the Dime Lion, all else was muffled.

He emitted a surprised sound as someone pulled him away from the unrecognizable face of his rival. Before he could question it, another sizable chunk of concrete crashed down exactly where he had been just moments before.

“We have to go.”

Unlike before, he swiftly rose to his feet and acquiesced to leaving with her, their quick footsteps drowned out by the agonized shouts of the Lions they were leaving behind.

The floor gave way beneath them, pillars collapsed all around, and glass flew in their direction. There had been many close calls, but they still made it out alive.

They continued running until their legs could carry them no further, seeking refuge in a nearby alley. Soon after the entire building collapsed, and the stadwatch sirens began to blare. They waited in tense silence until the stadwatch had passed by, allowing them to finally relax. Leaning against the wall, he eased the weight off his bad leg, taking a moment to try and massage away the pain.

Once they could properly catch their breath, and the pain in his side had subsided, he began to walk back to the slat, only pausing when he realized he didn't hear her quiet footsteps following behind.

As he turned, he found her looking around, trying to discern where to go next without attracting attention. With a sigh, he approached her and asked, "Are you coming?"

They walked in silence until the crooked silhouette of the building he called home came into view. With a deliberate slowness, he opened the door, gesturing for her to enter first, before following closely behind.

Once in his office, he shrugged off his now ruined coat and made his way to the bathroom. Inside, he located the new sewing kit he had recently purchased and retrieved it. He then exited the bathroom and moved to the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of rye whiskey.

Drawing closer to her, his eyes keenly observed her movements. When he was near enough, he extended both items to her, watching as the hand that had been covering the wound reached out to accept them. “Rye. My favorite.” A quiet chuckle escaped his lips. “Not for drinking.”

While she tended to herself, he swiftly changed out of his soiled shirt into a clean one, taking the opportunity to dust off his hair and wash his face as best as he could.

He returned to the room to find her comfortably resting in his bed, her eyes closed as she softly hummed a bar song.

He moved to his desk but allowed his gaze to linger on her form for a moment, memories of the many times he had seen her in such a peaceful state flooding his thoughts. He opened one of the drawers and retrieved a stack of papers, carefully searching between them until he found what he had hidden within.

He moved closer to her and sat on the bed beside her. "Here," he said, his hand extending out, offering a gift that had long been intended for her. He observed as she opened her eyes, her gaze traced down his face, following the line of his arm until her eyes settled on the paper folded between his extended fingers.

His eyes focused on her hand as it reached out, carefully taking the paper from his hand, before gently pulling it open. “Kaz-“

Her words were interrupted by a happy sigh leaving her lips as her eyes brimmed with tears. Her thumb gently tracing over the portrait that she had longed for since its mysterious disappearance.

Once her eyes had followed every stoke of paint in the portrait, she gently turned the paper over, revealing a message in the back of it. “My girl and I.”

He could see the pain in her eyes. It was the same one that graced his eyes every time he read her words on the back of the portrait that he had. The pain of knowing what was, but couldn’t continue to be. “How did you get this?”

He had looked for the street artist for a week. He was going to give up, but then he saw him. Sleeping under some stairs, shivering from the cold. He had asked him to recreate the portrait, and had payed a decent amount once the kid had been done.

He had been eager to give it to her as a ‘Sorry I stole the other one but surprise!’ gift of sorts, but he never got the chance. Between jobs and meetings they distanced themselves, and when they were together, they had become explosive. Too tired to do anything, too angry or frustrated to have a conversation.

It had continued to grow for a long time, and slowly they started to hate it. To hate one another.

They broke up before he even got the chance to add a message to the back of the portrait. “I found the artist and asked him to recreate the original.”

“Why?”

“Because I loved you.”

Loved. As the weight of his words settled in, her gentle smile slowly faded. Her eyes drifted away from his, returning to the message inscribed on the back of the portrait. With a tender touch, her thumb traced over each letter, lost in thought. “Why give it to me now?”

“Because I love you.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief, brows furrowed as she struggled to comprehend his words. A subtle tremor ran through her hands, and her lips parted, unable to articulate the myriad thoughts racing through her mind. “You-“ Her voice faltered as she started to articulate a response, but she hesitated, searching for the right words, leaving a pregnant pause in the air.

“You love me?”

The blurred line between love and hate only truly revealed itself to him when she entered his life.

The depth of his love became painfully evident when she walked away, leaving him feeling like nothing, yet the frustration remained as he couldn't shake the love that persisted.

Conflicting desires surged within him – the urge to kiss her clashed with the impulse to punch her. He wrestled with wanting to support her while simultaneously desiring her to endure solitude and suffering.

The desire to hear her voice warred with the anger that surged within him every time she addressed him. The yearning to embrace her and the desperate need to keep her at a distance.

How can he love her so passionately but hate her so brutally all at the same time?

“Hopelessly.”

Her eyes softened with a hint of disbelief, and a gentle blush tinted her cheeks as his unexpected response left her momentarily speechless, a subtle warmth spreading through her.

“But you hate me?”

“Dangerously.”

He noticed a spark in her eyes, a subtle sway in her form, and a teasing smile playing on her lips as the satisfaction of his answer radiated through her.

“I hate you too, Kaz Brekker.”

And if her feelings toward him were only filled with hatred, he'd find peace in knowing that at least she felt something for him.

For the first time in years, she flashed him a smile. A genuine smile, a familiar one. One he had seen countless times before, one his heart had desperately yearned for, and in return, he flashed one of his own.

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the-milk-monarch · 4 months

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Hello! I just want ya to know that u are my favorite writer for tdi in all honesty. I love how thought out your work is and how detailed it is. I saw that you wrote for Cody If so, could you possibly write a thing about how they would act if the reader was Chris’s favorite intern, and would sneak free gifts to help them in challenges (not that big just little small things) like a sweater for when they are somewhere cold, or a cookie if chefs cooking was bad. Could they also be confident and funny? (Strong reader supremacy).

I know you have a lot on your plate, it’s ok to deny or take as long as you need. Feel free to use this idea for other charecters :)

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☣ Aw that's so sweet to hear, tysm!! I never thought anyone would enjoy my writing so much so that's really lovely to hear 🫶 I try my best to write well thought out stuff bc I honestly enjoy thinking about it lol

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⚠︎ | setting: Total Drama: World Tour

Cody really likes being around you.

You emit energy that just gives him that daily boost.

Whether it's your confidence and lightheartedness or a good joke, he usually has a smile while hanging around you.

He also likes to join in on playing the comedian with you if he feels creative, so you're a fun duo!

He's curious why Chris likes you so much.

I mean, he can see why, you're like, the best person ever to be around, (in his opinion) but still.

And you're kind enough to share anything extra with him!

You got him by a surprise when it first happened, as at the time you were friendly, but only briefly spoke to each other.

Next on the trip list was "Yukon". You knew it was gonna be cold. But being the TV host's favorite intern wasn't that bad, you knew you were probably gonna get decent clothing. As you expected, the temperature was freezing. But of course, Chris couldn't be cold, so he got himself a cozy and stylish jacket. You and Chef also got the blessing of getting something warm to wear, unlike the rest of the campers. You felt some hope after Chris announced that he ordered the jackets for the others, but it quickly washed away when you heard his response to Heather that "they should arrive in six to eight weeks". You sighed, but ultimately you were helpless to do anything. You took a liking to Cody, he was fun to be around and you thought his "tough man" was both entertaining and kinda sweet. I mean, at least he tried, right? You started talking in the short moments when you both had a break and a chance to interact with someone in between the challenges. You never went out of your way to help anyone as it was technically cheating, but you felt like you had to do something when you saw Cody freezing after he fell into the cold water and Sierra had to rescue him. You saw her throw him on the land from the floating ice block, thinking he's somewhat safe now, until you heard the abrupt sound of him hitting the nearby mountains which made you cringe from the secondhand pain. Once the camera focused on the other contestants trying to make it through the challenge, you sneakily approached Cody, who was visibly shaking while laying on his back and processing what just happened. "Oof- Dude, you alright?" You hovered above him with a concerned look on your face. "Y-Y/N?" He managed to stutter out while the cold tried to shut up him up. You offered him a hand so he could get up, to which he accepted with a shaking grip. Without a word, you gave him the only thing you had on you, your jacket. "T-That's for me?" He asked, a bit in disbelief for your kind act. "Of course, I can't let you freeze to death." You quickly explained with a smile on your face. "But what about you?" He questioned once more, seeing as you had nothing else to put on. "Hey, I haven't fallen into the freezing water, did I?" You pointed out, although you appreciated him worrying about you as well. "R-Right." He flashed a shaky smile and extended his hand as you passed him the clothing item. "T-Thank you." He tried to keep his teeth from grinding, which stopped as soon as he put it on. The cold was still biting your ass, but at least you felt good knowing he wasn't about to die anymore. Cody started to feel a bit awkward seeing you start to shake, though. "Hey- now that you're the one being cold, I feel kinda selfish here." He admitted, halfly-joking. You took a second before responding. "Well- There's always an option with huddling for warmth" You responded, also halfly-serious. You didn't mind close contact and free warmth, so you hoped Cody wouldn't either. "Unless you got cold feet." You heard a slight chuckle come out of his lips after your words. "Okay. But only to break the ice." He put on a grin which showed his goofy tooth gap. He was pleasantly surprised with the amount of casualness from you, but also a bit lost on how to act, so he resorted to lightning up the mood as well. You reciprocated the giggle and stepped closer, feeling his body against yours. He hesitated a little, but finally embraced you into his arms. "Don't let Sierra see you though, you might make some enemies with her after that." He warned you only slightly serious about it.

Cody was far more casual and friendly with you after that one kind gesture.

And with time, he began to see you as legit one of the closest people he got to meet on the show.

But the thing that made him enamored in you was when you got to his heart through his stomach.

You knew that the teams had to endure Chef's horrible cooking each time they lost, and you were glad when you didn't have to worry about the food being a probable cause of your death when Chris gave you your share of the meals. So, naturally you also wanted to grant that opportunity to your close acquaintance as well. Per usual, you approached Cody after you had a moment to yourself. "Hey Codemeister, what's up?" He turned his head towards you as he heard the familiar tone of your voice. "Y/N, hey!" His face lighted up and he straightened his back to properly look at you while sitting on the crappy, wooden seat, "Had your dinner already?" You asked casually, sitting next to him. "If that's what you call it- yeah." He cringed at the economy class food. "Why?" "Well, I just had this cookie that i conveniently kept for you, so..." You slightly teased as your hand slowly got the packaged, delicious goods out of your pocket. "What, dude, no way!" He gasped slightly as he saw the cookie in it's glory. "It's mine?" "Yeah." You nodded with a smile, already happy about his excited reaction. "You're amazing!" He attacked you with a hug without thinking twice. You felt Sierra staring daggers at you.

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answer2jeff · 8 months

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SICK DAY // CARMEN BERZATTO BLURB

i wrote another blurb to make up for not finishing the smut. please don't murder me >:(

song: forwards beckon rebound.

warnings: lots of detail, kind of a sad blurb :(, fem!reader, established relationship, fluff but like sad, making out, Carmen being protective and clingy and worried, living with Carmen, just very touchy feely, sorta angst.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEP!

"Ugh..." You groaned, your 6:35am alarm disturbing your sleep after your 6:15 and 6:25 already failed to wake you up. Carmen, while half asleep, tossed and turned beside you. His arms finally found their way wrapped around your waist and pulled your back close to his chest. You took a deep breath, sighing and muttering incoherent complaints.

"You gotta get up, baby." Carmen mumbled, his cheek smushed against your shoulder before he planted a kiss on the nape of your neck. His hands caressed the shape of your torso as your stomach fluttered to his touch. Even after months of living together, months of calling this bed "ours," months of you telling everyone you knew that he was yours.

"I don't wanna." You pouted, pulling the covers back over the two of you. Carmen quickly yanked them back, his other hand still occupied by your waist.

You'd been called into work outside of your business hours 4 different times that week, and your team still hasn't considered having a conference to address your coworkers blatantly not showing up. You were losing sleep, and you waited until the last minute to change out of your work clothes and get ready for bed. Sometimes you even waited until Carmen got home, which could take hours.

"Baby, you've gotta go. What's the matter?" Carmen cooed, picking his head up and trying to look over at you. The sunrise beamed on your face perfectly highlighting your pretty face: the face he was so proud of kissing and cradling like it would break if he ever let go.

You rolled over to face him, and his hands remained on your waist. His fingers moved up and down your hips, rubbing little circles with his calloused thumbs against the small bit of skin that peaked between your shorts and your t-shirt. Your hands cupped his tired face, your eyes gazing back into his.

"I feel like shit, Carmy." You whined, your expression resembling something of a wounded puppy. Carmen only nodded his head as he brought a hand up to soothe your shoulder.

"I'm sorry." Carmen mumbled back to you. He knew that you weren't getting enough sleep, that you weren't drinking enough water, that you weren't finishing your plate when he'd take an extra 20 minutes to make sure you'd have real food after work. It didn't matter how many times you told him you were just having "one bad day," he knew this wasn't normal for you.

"I'm just gonna call in sick." You whispered, your eyes shutting again as your head sunk back into your pillows, which smelled like Carmen's cologne. If everyone else thinks it's my job to cover for them, then I deserve a day off, you thought.

"But I'm not gonna be home." Carmen lightly shook your shoulder to get your attention again, his worried eyes focused on you.

"I know. You've got that thing with Syd." You replied, trying to keep your tone calm even if you were slightly annoyed with Carmen's persistence.

"Uh-huh, and then I'm gonna head back to the restaurant 'cause—"

"'Cause Richie's gotta pick up Eva. Yeah, I know. Why exactly is this a problem?" Your eyes shot open, glaring at Carmen. He almost revolted back at your annoyance, his eyebrows furrowing. Carmen shrugged his shoulders, his hand moving down and grazing along your plush thighs. His mouth gaped open, his breath caught in his throat as he tried so say something.

"I don't know. I just—I don't wanna leave you here." Carmen glanced at your lips, his rough hand caressing your arm while the other reached to cup your jaw. He knew you hated being away from him for too long before you moved in together, but it hadn't become an issue for him until fairly recently.

Carmen was used to not seeing you as much as he'd originally hope, but it was like he couldn't go a day without thinking about you these past 3 weeks. He started texting you throughout the day, every 4-5 hours or so, just to check in with you. He never expected you to answer, since he really only did it to calm his nerves between closing hours. Even if you didn't need him today, (which you did) he needed you.

He'd daydream about you rubbing his shoulders or kissing his temples on his smoke breaks when he needed you most. He wondered if you ever thought about him the way he did about you. Whenever he'd get up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, he'd turn his head to see you sleeping peacefully, bundled up in the covers.

He wished he didn't wait until you were asking him why he was so distant to tell you how much he needed you. Carmen thought about that night all the time; the two of you on his couch, lips inches away from each other when he said, "I wanna do this with you. I want you." From that point on, everything seemed to change. Carmen remembered every little thing about you. He never stopped trying to get to know you better; he tried to learn something new about you every single day. Whether it be how you liked your coffee, or how much you loved when he left little notes on the fridge for you.

You placed a hand on the nape of his neck, his gold chain feeling cold against your skin. You melted into his hand as he cupped your cheek, so much that you leaned in and placed your lips on his. Carmen's jaw dropped just a bit, his tongue slipping past your own. You couldn't help but giggle into every open-mouthed kiss when he pulled you on top of him by your waist.

Your legs were straddling Carmen's hips while your foreheads pressed against each other. He whispered "you don't have to go, I love you so much," and even a "I don't want you to go," whenever your lips parted. Hot tears clawed at your waterline. Neither of you knew what came over yourselves, but you needed each other more now than you did any other early morning. Your hands on Carmen's shoulders supported your weight while his rubbed circles on your back.

With your breath hitched in your throat through gentle sloppy kisses and while you tried so hard not to break down into his Carmen's arms, it was like he'd never been more sure about anything in his life.

"I can tell syd I can't make it today." Carmen tried convincing you, planting a kiss on your forehead and earning a smile from you. Your hands grazed over his tattoos, reminding him of how much he missed you. He was willing to bail out to make sure that you'd be okay.

"Thank you, Bear."

"I've got you."

#hope u guys like this little blurb <3 #this made me so sad idk why #carmen berzatto #carmen x reader #carmy x reader fluff #fluff with angst #reposts are appreciated #the bear

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sakuraryomen01 · 2 years

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Lost Lamb /OG Sukuna x Female Reader/ .10

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✧ Warning: Og Sukuna Ryomen, servant reader, Master x Servant, protector/predator x reader kind of relationship, basically a Sukuna fanservice chapter (more hot springs, wet muscles, showering, etc [ig].), reader trying out masturbation, sensual kissing, neck kisses, sensitive reader, sexual touching

✧ Reader: Female Reader

✧ Plot: A Master x Servant Fanfiction in which Sukuna, the king of curses, finds you snooping in his temple and he makes you pay for your crimes for the rest of your life..

✧ Words: 4.586k

fic masterlist :: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 .11 .12

·A/n: Been feeling like the kiss has been prolonged long enough.. I hope you loved this series as much as I have!! Can't believe it's so close to being complete!! Also: there's a change I made.. can you spot it? (This will be pretty hard to guess but I'll give anyone that finds it a shout out!!)

♡ Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy! ♡ . . .

That morning, you woke up to the sounds of a shower being run. Assuming it was the one down the hall, you sat up and rubbed your eyes. Trying to wake up and think about the events of last night.

Sukuna had come in last night to rest, joining you in his large bed and yawning deeply, before rolling over and hugging you close to his chest. You asked why he was holding you as his large arm flexed and practically warmed your entire body. Making your face heat up just the same as he huffed out a groggy reply.

"Just tired. Now, sleep." He said, his voice rough and tired. His extra arm lifted up the blankets to cover you both, adding more heat than there should be and flustering you over a simple movement.

He sounded so cute when he was tired..

Even after you fell asleep, the warm embrace of another was so much more comforting than the stuffed animals you had held for months. Not saying that they weren't good to have on a bad day, they were just as nice to hold, you just felt more at peace in Sukuna's arms. The warm embrace of his arms and body was full of comfort, but also something else.

Feeling his large and hot body behind you began the first of many nights full of lewd and sexual dreams. They were so detailed, so full if lust, that you woke up with a pooling of liquid between your thighs almost every morning. Today, thankfully, wasn't one of those days.

But still, the dreams were so confusing to you.

Why were they suddenly appearing? What caused them?

"Y/n? What are you doing up so early?" A rough voice echoed from the room's entrance.

You looked up to see Sukuna in all his glory. The same taut muscles that had small scars combined with tattoos on his skin. Thankfully, there was a towel wrapped around his middle, but there wasn't much leaving your mind to the imagination. You could still see Sukuna's v-line and the tummy mouth that licked it's lips every few moments. Sukuna looked so gorgeous, perfect— as if sculpted by the Gods.

"I had a weird dream," You replied, sitting up and crossing your legs. "It's nothing though, don't worry."

There was a moment of silence as Sukuna tried to figure you out. He knew that was a lie, without question. You looked nervous, skittish, and all around a bundle of nervousness. Was it him? Did he do something wrong? He hoped he didn't, he didn't want you to be nervous around him.

"Mm.. Very well," Sukuna said, calmly walking over and resting his bottom on his side of the bed. Quickly patting down his damp, pink hair, Sukuna took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

For the last few weeks, he had been thinking about something way too early. Something that made him blush but smile randomly if the thought crossed his mind.

Marriage.

It was such a random thing to think, to contemplate, to wonder about. It was far to soon too. You and him had barely begun your relationship but, Sukuna felt he didn't care. So what if it was too soon? Who was going to judge him for loving you eternally?

Sukuna wanted to ask now, more than ever, but he knew that would shake you. It was way too soon. He just needed to wait a little longer. His love for you wasn't going anywhere, so why must he worry himself.

That morning was like any other. You cooked and cleaned with Uraume, swept up the gardens and prayed for the soul buried underneath the shadows of the sakura tree. Even as you brought Sukuna additional clothing while he had his daily visit at the springs, you held your smile. It was so relaxing, to feel nothing but that blissfully elegant warmth in your tummy and heart.

This feeling always came with those comforting thoughts. That this shrine you once feared was now your home. That you lived here without a care in the world and the tragedy was just a stepping stone to your future endeavors. There was almost nothing that could ruin the life you had now. The good and the bad memories that you had were just the beginning.

So, as you made your way back into the shrine, you couldn't help but thank the Gods for your new life.

"Y/n, could you stay?" Hearing Sukuna voice from behind you, turning your head and seeing the object of your attraction. "It's rather boring to stay out here by myself."

You let out a small embarrassing squeak, feeling the warmth of your cheeks rise like they did a year and a half ago. But, even if it was embarrassing, you made your way back over to the warm waters of the springs. Undressing quickly before joining Sukuna in the waters, the rippling of the foaming liquid tickling your skin.

"There's my little human.." Sukuna muttered, the smile on his face hiding the secrets he was keeping behind it. "So small and plump.. Gods, I feel blessed to have you in my arms."

Those words made your body tingle with desire, the lewd images of Sukuna that had been clouding your mind at night coming back with a vengeance as you looked up at the large curse.

He was so close to you, hugging your small body to him like you'd shatter. Sukuna didn't even hide the fact he was letting his hands wander and drag over your body. Running his nails over your skin until his large hand came up to cup your small face.

His lower set of hands placed at your hips while the others held onto your cheeks, tracing his thumbs up and down your jaw. Sukuna's eyes pouring into yours, all the feeling and want that had been bottled up for months coming out as if to confess.

He wanted to kiss you so bad, to feel your soft lips and to suck on them. There was so much, why did he bother to hold back?

Because, Sukuna knew better.

You were far too innocent for such a perverted and hot kiss, something like that was to be waited on. Patience was something the King of Curses had learned over the last year and a half. Waiting a little longer wouldn't kill him, even though he wished dearly to just rush and kiss you.

Impatience was the enemy with this.. Patience is a friend..

"Anyways, how was your rest last night?" He asked, a calm smile on his face as he guided his large hands over your small body. "You seemed quite twitchy, nuzzling into me more than normal too."

"Oh, I slept well!" You lied, remembering fractions of your odd sex dream.

"Really, I'm fine!"

With a sigh, Sukuna turned a blind eye to your small lies. Pulling you close by your hips and washing your front, feeling his cheeks dust pink at feeling your small tummy.

Well, it was small to him at least..

After finishing up in the springs, Sukuna let you go once you had rinsed and dried off. He couldn't help but stare as you did so. Washing off the running water with his large and soft towel, rubbing the plush thing up and down your body. Letting the droplets collect on the fluffy fabric until there was none left.

Quickly, the curse shook his head, looking away from the sight and turning to the woods.

He couldn't make fantasies to think of later by watching you dry yourself..

"Ok, I'm heading inside, Sukuna," You said, alerting the male before bowing slightly and heading towards the shrine entrance.

The both of are you still too embarrassed to see each other undressed? Uraume found this adorable, watching from afar at your still flustered state. They thought you'd both just come to terms with everything right away.

Guess they were wrong.

Anyways, as you stepped into the clean throne room, taking a deep breath and exhaling, you headed towards your formal room and gathered your Moon Festival blanket. You loved it so much, you simply had to have it close by.

While you were hanging it up, Sukuna had entered clean and ready to get dressed, currently wearing a towel that was hanging around his waist. Your eyes locked for a solid second before you both turned back and focused on your current objectives. Though, hearing the closing and opening of drawers and such was a little too tempting..

One peek wouldn't bother anyone, right?

Glancing over your shoulder, you were rewarded with the wonderful sight of rippling muscles that flexed and practically rolled off each other easily. Black tattoos and small scars decorating perfectly tanned skin that seemed like a total dream and treat for the eyes. As yours trailed and searched every little part, Sukuna dropped his towel and you held back a small noise.

What was about to come out of your throat? It was so sudden, too..

There were two small dimples above his bare bottom, even the tattoos that trailed down seemed to be pointing at them.

Were you drooling? Didn't even know, you were more focused on the male currently looking for a new set of clothing to wear.

A large desire inside begged for him to just pounce on you and ravage your very soul. To make you cry with pleasure and to rip a part out for himself to swallow and devour. You wanted him to trace his large hands over your small body and tickle that space between your legs, to rub and tease and teach you how to use it.

Experimenting by yourself was no longer an option, it wasn't helpful.

Your fingers grazing between your folds and pressing your soft spots wasn't enough. You wanted— no, needed —more. How could you defile your own body knowing that it wouldn't be enough? It wasn't going to be enough; not compared to Sukuna.

His large and strong hands that knew so much more experienced and knew the body better. They could fill and touch things you'd only dreamed of, making you feel full before anything else entered. You wanted to feel and touch him too— to kiss and hold things that make you blush at night and fantasize.

There was so much to learn, a whole wonderland of new things to try and feel. Were you ready? Would you do well?

Would he want it too?

"Y/n, darling, you're drooling.."

Blinking a few times, you quickly cleaned your salivating lips as a hot blush filled your cheeks. There was no amount of embarrassment that fit the description of the word that was of equal status to this. You were caught drooling over your lover, admiring and practically mewling for more.

This was beyond embarrassment..

"I-I'm so sorry, Sukuna.." You mumbled, finishing your job and covering your eyes. "I'll leave you to dress by yourself! I didn't mean to bother..!"

Trying to escape from Sukuna and his unearthly body, to ignore and feed on your sexual depravity alone before a large set of hands grabbed you by the shoulders and yanked you back inside. Pulling you from safety of outside in the hallway and into the tense and hot room.

Was he upset? You didn't hope so, though something in you did.

"Y/n, were you looking at me while I was undressing?" Was the only thing that left his lips, his eyes unseen due to shadows and the dark light flickering through the curtains on his window.

You looked at the ground, listening to the slow creak of the door as it was closed shut by Sukuna's extra appendages.

You were dead. So dead. You weren't going to leave this room alive. Your entire life had led to this moment-

"Yes." You admitted, your voice quiet as you mumbled out a response. Shaking underneath the large curse's touch, you barely stuttered out your reasons or apolpgy.

"I-I didn't mean to, you j-just look so gorgeous unclothed. I'm s-so s-s-sorry for looking at you s-so disrespectfully. I sh-should be punished for m-my actions."

Sukuna's grip tightened, nails barely digging into your monk clothing. "Yes, you should be punished.."

Here it comes..

Closing your eyes, you held back a whimper as Sukuna released your left shoulder and let his nails graze against your jaw. Tracing your sensitive skin until he tilted your chin upwards and towards his dipped face. Your flushed little gasp when your eyes connected with his was amusing, a small noise that didn't even break the ice.

"But why?" His voice echoed, low and sweet. Like dark chocolate, Sukuna's voice held a bitter coo, though it was nice to hear.

"You were merely admiring my body for what it was worth. Simple things like this are common amongst lovers, aren't they? You should know this, you've read plenty of those sickly romance novels in your room late at night."

He was so close, your heart was going to explode. Sukuna's eyes gleamed and sparkled under the small slits of sunlight that barely managed to grace the room. Breathing wasn't even an idea as Sukuna's nose gently pressed against yours, your stomach sinking and bursting open with butterflies at the same time.

"I know you look at me, little lamb; don't be ashamed. It'd hurt to know that you would rather keep your admiration a secret.." Sukuna's arms practically propping you against the cold, stone wall as his eyes bore into yours.

The choking mewls in your throat spill in mere moments as Sukuna lowered himself to your level. Getting on one knee as his eyes devoured the very sight of you in all your small humane glory.

"..Then tell me you were so lustful for me."

You were hiccuping by now, feeling that large pit in your stomach return. So harsh.. So mean..

"Trying to play me for a fool, did you really think you could hide your little fondling moments?" Sukuna cooed, his voice dripping with lust and a small ounce of annoyance as his position only got closer.

"I could hear you all night. Mewling and whimpering as the scent of your arousal filled my nose. So dirty; doing such a thing next to me while I was asleep."

You thought you were in the clear. That you were safe. How could you be so stupid? Nothing got passed the King of Curses in his own bed.

The tension heightened, feeling Sukuna's grip on your shoulder grow stronger, making you wince as his eyes glared at yours. His snide smile quickly leaving once they saw your quivering lips, one thing only coming to mind as he got closer.

You were going to be punished— killed —for what you did..

But, that wasn't it.

Soft and warmth was what you felt pressed against you. What was it? Your eyes had shut quickly as Sukuna moved closer, the sudden warmth making you shudder.

Did he bite your throat? Was he currently devouring you?

Though, as you opened your eyes, you couldn't help but whimper in shock. He was.. kissing you.

The warm supple lips that you'd been dreaming of. The same ones that once barked orders and spat crude words, they were pressing against yours. Sucking and pushing you into the wall as his lips enveloped yours in a soft embrace. So gentle and loving, kind and soft.

It was heavenly.

"M-Mmn.. ah!" You mumbled, closing your eyes again as Sukuna continued pleasuring your lips. Letting his tongue and teeth graze and prod at yours, creating plump little indents in your skin as he tilted his head.

Sukuna let out a low groan that created a pool of fresh arousal in your underwear. The warm stickiness was the last thing on your mind as Sukuna lifted you from the ground and held you in his arms. Proudly letting you sit on his lower set's forearms as his hands squeezed as your plump body.

So much.. Too much..

The little noises, the soft touching, it felt too good. What was with you? You felt so vulnerable and sensitive, as if Sukuna's mere breath was enough to make your body crumble at his feet.

His kisses were becoming too much, feeling their hot touch against yours. Making your soul melt and reshape as if he was molding it anew himself. There was too much attention, it wasn't enough.

That knot in your tummy? It was growing, becoming stronger. Urges and desires slapping you into a twister of whimpering and mewling as Sukuna rested you on his bed. Rubbing and holding you down into the mattress like you'd fall, Sukuna's lips leaving yours only to go down and suck on your neck.

Something so new and different..

You felt his top set of hands pin yours to his neck as his bottom set lifted your legs and held your knees up to his hips. Sukuna's grasp on your hips and bottom made you feral, licking up his lips like it was a fine dessert and making him chuckle.

"Eager to please me, are you?" He teased, the rush of adrenaline this was giving him was intoxicating.

No. You were intoxicating.

That was why his blood rushed downwards, straight to them and all their naughty ideas. It fed and made their brain think of the lewdest and dirtiest things that Sukuna could do to you and her.

That little flower that he wanted to touch so badly.

To stroke and tease, to suck and lick, to press and pull. The thought alone was enough to make Sukuna hard; imagining how soft your plush walls would feel.

How they'd stretch to accommodate them and them alone. How tight and warm your insides would feel pulsing around his hard lengths and twitch when he'd pull out. Sukuna desired nothing more than to make you beg and plead for them, to worm your tight hole into submission.

So much was waiting for you..

"Hello? Sukuna?" Uraume's voice echoed from down the hall.

With a sudden twitch of annoyance, Sukuna growled. The both of you now resting on his bed, the sheets practically a mess as you rest underneath him. Your disheveled figure was so nice to look at, watching as your cleavage spilled from underneath your clothing, leaving Sukuna's boner twitching and throbbing dangerously.

Not one moment goes by when his life doesn't bite him in the ass..

"What, Uraume?" He growled, his breath coming out quickly. Sukuna's eyes trained on the bedroom door in hopes that Uraume didn't come in.

Thankfully, they didn't, but they explained the situation.

Apparently, there was a small band of village members coming to explain the terms of Sukuna's new pay agreement. It had been a while since he notified the villages that he decided to change his agreement.

So, with a heavy heart, Sukuna sighed and stood, watching the sadness flood your face at the sudden contact loss. The King smiled, looking down at you and running a hand across your cheek, kissing your forehead.

"Don't worry, we'll get to finish this little.. experiment some other time, lamb," Sukuna said, the tease in his voice making your heart flutter. "For now, try and relax and enjoy a warm meal with Uraume while I conduct business."

You gave a slow nod, the feeling in your body starting to return as Sukuna walked out the door. Closing it until a few minutes later, Uraume came in with a tray of piping hot green tea, and some additional treats and snacks.

"They are strawberry tarts," The monk informed, chewing on one of the soft, powdered desserts. "I make them for myself quite often. I have a bit of a sweet tooth for these things."

"That's neat, I want to make some for Sukuna later," You said, also eating from the small bowl next to the teapot. "Could you teach me?"

"Maybe some other time. For now, relax."

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As he sat atop his throne, Sukuna's maroon eyes gleamed with a dark glare down at the villagers. Their terror of him still being his favorite past-time, he sat with a smile.

"Time to discuss our new arrangements, yes?" The curse chuckled, sensing the shivers sent down their spines.

Scaring people is still so fun..!

"Y-Yes.." The group's leader mumbled, standing up on shaky legs and stepping forwards. "W-We have a list of the items we could give you every month as payment.."

"I see," Sukuna said, the sneer on his face never leaving as the small human got closer. The smell of fear was thick in the air as the man handed Uraume the list for him to read later.

"Well, I'll visit some time next month with my answer. You may leave."

Just as quickly as they entered, they left. The slam of the shrine's door echoed throughout the large temple as Uraume handed Sukuna the large scroll.

It was a simple leather-cased one, like many Sukuna's seen before, with black ink for the writing. The list was filled with types of cattle like sheep, cows, and pigs, while the items were gold, or treasure that their adventurers would collect from travels. All the things Sukuna didn't really need.

Whatever, I've canceled plenty of deals before.

"Never mind them," Sukuna said, shredding the list before him with a few easy tears. "I don't mind their cattle or jewels; they can be replaced."

"Of course," Uraume said, bowing and heading down the throne's stairs. The clacking of bones under their feet as they descended them until they reached the cool, marble floor.

The quiet pattering of feet being heard as Sukuna's subordinate left, heading towards the kitchen. Probably to begin dinner..

"Oh well, I've been a little hungry anyways."

After entering the dining hall, Sukuna sat at his spot at the end of the table. Patiently waiting for you to come scurrying in with your little monk outfit and a flushed smile on your face. Sukuna gaining one of his own at the thought of you, flustered and warm.

He could barely help holding himself back whenever he saw you. Earlier was an even harder time to try; thankfully though, it ended quickly just as soon as it started. Being the his safer headspace, Sukuna agreed with himself that this was far better.

Being near you and not in you for now would satisfy him greatly.

"Sukuna, dinner is ready," A voice cooed from the entryway. It was you, of course. "We're not going to have as big of a dinner, if that's fine?"

"It's fine, as long as you prepare it," He said, the smile still on his face as your cheeks tinted a rosy pink. So cute..~

You gave a short bow, heading off into the kitchen— Sukuna assumed, to help Uraume. It wasn't long until you and your former colleague came into the room with a few plates. Some full of chicken balls topped with a spicy sauce and bits of cheese, and others where little salads with different kinds of vegetables.

There was one plate, however, that was filled with small tarts.

The dusted desserts looked delicious, Sukuna couldn't wait to try them. Though, every time he'd attempt to grab one, you or Uraume would swat at his hand and tell him they were for after he finished his meal.

"Don't slap me again!" Sukuna ordered, looking at Uraume with furry and annoyance.

"Don't try and eat one of the tarts again!" They retorted, the same fire and annoyance burning in their eyes. "Dessert never goes before dinner!"

You were giggling like a child on your side of the table, having already finished your meal a while ago and enjoying the little tithe between them. Even as the night went on, Sukuna still attempted to snatch a dessert only to get a swat from the white and red haired little monk.

Soon though, the large cursed spirit finished his meal and began devouring the little treats. The powder covering his fingers and face as if he was a kid in a candy store. You couldn't help but smile, watching the glutton enjoy the snacks.

The ones you had prepared while Sukuna was away.

Feeling proud you had finally finished a personal snack you had made, you decided it'd be best to go to him. He loved sweets just as much as you and you felt it was only a good thing to do. Besides, you could always make more for him and you if there was ever any need for them.

Maybe I'll make some later on tonight?

"Finished?" You asked as Sukuna finally cleaned his face off, forgetting the powder covering his chest and collarbone.

He gave a nod after cleaning up and stood, staring down at the plates as Uraume moved to collect them. Though, as if he was going to say something, stopped short and just shook his head. Leaving the dining hall quickly and heading towards his room. You stayed behind for a while to help with dishes and cleaning before going to your new room.

"What's mine, is yours now, Y/n."

You bumped into Sukuna on his way to the showers, blushing almost immediately as you both waved and continued to where you were going. Getting changed into some nightwear, you climbed into Sukuna's large bed and waited for him patiently as he showered. Though, something inside you was stirring up again, the need to touch.

But I can't! Sukuna's going to come into the room at any moment!

He's not going to mind.. That little devil on your shoulder whispered, a weak throb beginning to take place in your core. Sukuna is showering right now, he'd take forever before getting back to the bedroom..

The thoughts of Sukuna in the shower made the weak throb turn into a bigger pulsation, your aching body wanting attention as you continued to imagine.

Sukuna's pink hair and the way it'd stick to his forehead when damp. How his muscles looked all slick with water, the tattoos painted into his skin and the glimmer they'd give off. As the thoughts continued, your hand began to explore.

Going down, down down.

Rubbing your inner thighs as your eyes closed, spreading your legs little by little as your fingers began to trace over that little button you'd learned a while ago. Rubbing circles around it, imagining it was Sukuna's finger instead..

or his tongue.

"Nghh.." You mewled, covering your mouth quickly and whimpering against it.

Wanting your hand to be Sukuna's tongue was something you never thought of until now! Why so sudden?!

But, it was so.. good. To think about Sukuna's face flushed between your thighs, licking and kissing your tummy and skin as if to decorate it. The low noises of your wetness continued to grow, only a few mewls or moans leaving you in the short time frame.

"Ha.. ah! S-Sukuna.. mmn..!"

Your fingers moved furiously, trying to reach that little spot inside that'd make you finish. Images of your lover spurring you on as those final thoughts of Sukuna and them entered the threshold. How large and soft they were.

Thinking of Sukuna entering you and teasing her, playing with your sensitivity until you finally finished. Your body is shaking and your thighs are weak, fingers covered in your warm slick. But then..

There was a creak.

A hum.

And then finally, a low and amused chuckle.

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

a/n:: I wanted to add some sort of a sexual scene before I finally create it, to kind of ease you all into it, i guess you could say. i hope you enjoyed the spicy part regardless and are ready for the next one! it's going to be fun writing it, and testing out a new way of writing 18 content is always fun for me ^^

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One Captain's Daughter (Part 2) - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / OC (Amara Blackwood-Mitchell)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Light Angst, Daddy Issues, Arguing, Complicated Family and Relationship Dynamics; Referenced Past Relationship; Romantic Longing; Female OC from Third Person POV

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: It's the first day of training on base and Amara really needs a glass of wine. Rooster tries to talk to her about the past.

Part 1

Master List

Amara arrived early to base the next morning, wanting to make sure that she made a good impression with Cyclone. Because there was no way in hell that her father was. Amara hadn’t seen him that morning, but she was quite sure that he was lurking and ready to strike like he always was with some kind of ridiculous show.

She walked with Warlock towards the empty hangar for the initial briefing. Amara never really understood why they couldn’t simply clean out one of the extra office spaces or conference rooms in a building so that people didn’t have to yell over the planes, but that wasn’t her department.

“Maverick didn’t inform you of his training plans, did he?” Warlock asked Amara, who shook her head.

“No, sir. He doesn’t tell anyone his plans. That would allow them too much time to think,” Amara replied back as her heels clicked distinctly on the pavement. “Or perhaps, too much time to try and stop him.” She paused briefly, sending Warlock a small, apologetic smile. “I did try to tell him to be on his best behavior.”

“I’m sure that Cyclone would appreciate that.”

“For the three seconds that it will last,” Amara murmured knowingly.

She stood to the side next to Hondo, who offered her a pleasant nod in greeting. As Warlock addressed the naval aviators, Amara glanced over the twelve of them. She silently connected faces to names to stats to reports, running through the possible simulations in her head. But when her gaze fell on Bradley, he was already staring at her.

His soft brown eyes were wide with shock and it took a significant amount of control on Amara’s part to regulate her breathing in that moment. Even though they left things off on a bad note the last time, she was still silently drawn to him. And he appeared to be just as drawn to her, if the subtle part to his lips meant anything.

Warlock’s mention of her callsign caused the two of them to break the eye contact.

“Honda was sent here by the Pentagon to make sure that this mission fits within greater US policy in the region. Although she is a military contractor and not an answer, you owe her your respect, unless you want to be answering to the Pentagon.”

Amara nodded in recognition, but did not move to speak. She could feel a number of the aviators turning to look at her. Some it was a quick glance, just to familiarize themselves with her face and move on to the more important details. Though there appeared to be about two aviators that intended to burn her with their laser focus.

One she knew was warranted. Rooster had every right to look surprised to see her standing there in the same hangar. She’d at least had a heads up that he was going to be there, which was a courtesy that was not extended to him.

The other she knew was trouble. She assumed that Hangman recognized her from the bar yesterday because she wouldn’t exactly categorize his gaze as leering. At least the main adjective, anyways, since he seemed like the type to have lingering eyes. But he was also calculating, analytical. Trying to fit her into the puzzle that was this mission.

And if Rooster didn’t look away soon, Hangman was going to connect the pieces there.

“Honda will be here for the duration of our training exercises and will be reporting back to the Pentagon on such matters. So, I would be on your best behavior in front of her for your own sakes,” Warlock added, mostly as a warning to the aviators.

Amara turned when she heard her father’s boots on the ground. She quietly prayed that he managed to not piss off Cyclone or Bradley or anyone for however long the rest of this briefing was supposed to last. But her prayers went unanswered as soon as he dropped the book into the trashcan. Literally. Amara checked her watch.

Two minutes. Maverick lasted two minutes before falling back into old habits.

“And we’re off,” Hondo murmured.

~~~~~

Amara sat in the ready room and set up her laptop in the corner.

Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy were up first for the dogfight exercise, and something told her that her dad was going to do something . . . well, Maverick-y. She glanced around the room as the other naval aviators lounged about, observing their interactions.

Because her honest job description was naval aviator babysitter/school counselor.

“Good morning, aviators! This is your captain speaking. Welcome to basic fighting maneuvers,” Maverick’s voice filtered in through the radio. “As briefed, today’s exercise is dogfighting. Guns only, no missiles. We do not go below the hard deck of 5000 feet.”

Oh, how the tables turned, Amara mused to herself. Ice would have something to say about that.

“Working as a team, you have to shoot me down, or else.”

“Or else what, sir?” Payback asked, and Amara swore that she could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Or else I shoot back. If I shoot either one of you down, you both lose.”

“This guy needs an ego check,” Hangman scoffed, causing Amara to glance over at him.

Pot calling the kettle black if she’d ever seen it before.

“Yeah, we’ll see to that!”

Note: cocky naval aviators a few minutes before they get their asses handed to them.

“Sir, what say we put some skin in the game?”

“What do you have in mind?” Maverick questioned, playing along.

“Whoever gets shot down first has to do two hundred pushups,” Payback offered up, causing Amara to shake her head.

Note: naval aviators’ arms at risk of falling off due to running mouths.

“Guys,” Rooster warned over the radio. He was probably the only person aware of what they were getting themselves into with a bet like that.

“That’s a lot of pushups.”

“Well, they don’t call it an exercise for nothing, sir,” Fanboy joked, backing up his pilot.

“You got yourselves a deal, gentlemen. Fight’s on, let’s turn and burn.”

The distressed curses that flew out over the radio a few seconds later had Amara shaking her head. To get to this level, the naval aviators had to be self-assured of their abilities. But sometimes it was nice to see or hear someone bring them back down to earth. Even just for a few seconds.

The dogfight exercises went on with Amara taking notes, and silently congratulating herself when she correctly guessed who was going to be out first. She tried to simply keep her head down and focus on her work—that was why she was dragged out here in the first place—but she could feel plenty of eyes on her. And the loud scrape of a chair caused her to look up.

And there he was—Mr. Blond, Green-Eyed, Jackass from Texas Lt. Jake “Hangman” Seresin.

Just her luck.

“Can I help you, Lieutenant?” Amara asked, returning her gaze to her laptop.

“I’m just curious is all,” Hangman drawled, slipping into the seat across from her. “How a lady like you wound up working here for the Pentagon.”

“Is that supposed to be a flattering statement or an insult, Lieutenant?”

“Just making an observation. Like you seem to be,” Hangman continued, leaning forward slightly.

“Making observations is part of my job.”

“Of course, but you seem to be making all the right ones,” Hangman replied, standing up from his seat and walking around the table. Amara followed him with an unimpressed expression before going back to her notes. “Like right here. You wrote that you expected Phoenix and Bob to get shot down first, and you were right.”

“Is there a point to your statement?” Amara asked, sounding bored.

“Simply that you’re very good at what you do, Honda.” He leaned a bit on the table, causing Amara to purse her lips together. “What’s your secret?”

“My secret?” Amara asked, assuming he was referring to her callsign.

“How you’re so good at guessing who’s going to be shot down first,” Hangman translated.

“It’s not a matter of guessing so much as plugging variables into an equation. I do my research, make a hypothesis, which is then tested in the air. Nothing complicated about it, Lieutenant.”

“And what does your research tell you about me?” Hangman asked her.

He glanced down at the name on one of the files out on the desk—Amara “Honda” Blackwood—and made a mental note of it. He would be checking that later.

“Let’s just say you live up to your callsign, Lieutenant,” Amara stated stiffly.

It wasn’t a compliment, though she knew that he’d take it that way.

“Well, I’m never one to leave a lady disappointed in my performance,” Hangman replied coyly.

“Hangman,” Rooster barked angrily from the couch.

Hangman turned and shot a smirk in Rooster’s direction, who glared straight into his soul. Amara simply rolled her eyes and went back to work, not in the mood for a testosterone display or a measuring contest. That wasn’t her job to deal with that bullshit.

“You’re up.”

“Shame. I was just starting to have a little fun.” Hangman stood up to his full height and turned back to Amara. “I do hope that we have more time to talk later, Honda.”

“Perhaps when you’re done with your two hundred pushups, Lieutenant,” she quipped, not sparing him a glance.

Phoenix and Bob had already headed out while Hangman slowly sauntered away. Amara rolled her eyes and went back to her typing, shaking her head. But when the door shut, she found her eyes meeting Rooster’s again.

The anger and frustration behind his eyes that was directed at Hangman quickly melted away and that same longing and nostalgic look that he sent her back in the hangar returned. And Amara was sure that her gaze wasn’t far off of that one.

They both looked like they wanted to say something but the sound of the door opening again made the eye contact break.

Payback and Fanboy entered the room, talking about tactics for the next run. Rooster quickly got sucked into the conversation and Amara focused on her notes as the radio crackled to life once more. It was a reminder that they were both there to do a job. Not to rehash old shit.

And while Amara did want to talk to Rooster, it was just better for them to stay separate in a professional setting. After all, her very existence was testament to the fact that fraternization between civilian contractors and naval aviators wasn’t without its consequences.

~~~~~

All Amara did was walk up to the control tower for five minutes. That was all she did.

But between the time that she left the ready room and the time that she arrived at the control tower, someone had decided—wrongly, very wrongly—to pair Rooster and Hangman up for the last dogfight exercise of the day. Against Maverick.

What could possibly go wrong?

She felt like she should have just started the paperwork for an incident report, just in case the inevitable occurred. Especially, because Hangman just had to try and poke the bear. Or rather the rooster, but either way he was looking to get his head bit off about it. But then Maverick was there to interrupt the conversation.

“Just get the exercise done,” Amara silently prayed as she watched the monitors, typing away. “Please just get the exercise done.”

But she knew, in the back of her mind, that would never happen. Because there were three naval aviators in the air with egos bigger than the size of their cockpits and an incessant need to prove a point to the other naval aviators up there with them.

She paused, trying to remember if she bought cheap wine the night before. Either way, she was going to need some when she got home.

“Mitchell and Bradshaw have dropped below the hard deck!” one of the technicians called out.

Cyclone and Warlock turned around, with Cyclone striding across the room like he was ready to send a very strongly worded email to Ice about every little mistake Maverick did today. Warlock approached the monitor slower with a knowing look in his eye.

“How far below the hard deck are they now?” Cyclone demanded gruffly.

“About 500 feet now, sir, but they’re still rapidly dropping.”

“Pull up, dumbasses,” Amara muttered under her breath.

She stood up, watching as two planes—carrying two idiots who, although they were idiots, were still very near and dear to her heart—spiral towards the ground on the monitor.

“Pull up.”

“They’re still dropping,” Warlock commented grimly.

Amara watched the graphics on the screen with her notes completely forgotten. She didn’t even realize that she had walked up to the bigger monitor with her arms wrapped around herself.

4000 feet.

Her eyes watched the two red dots helix towards the ground in a death spiral, completely ignoring the commands in their ears and warnings that were undoubtedly showing up on their dashes. Her nails dug into her arms as she watched them fall farther towards the ground.

3000 feet.

“Pull up, for fuck’s sake,” she muttered to herself.

2000 feet.

A dip below the hard deck would result in a loss in the exercise and a stern scold and reminder about it before the incident was inevitable pushed aside for the bigger issue.

But Rooster and Maverick were past that point. Death spiraling. At top speed. With no signs of stopping.

“Pull up,” she repeated as a lump forming in her throat.

1000 feet.

“Pull up! Pull up!”

Amara flinched as she heard both Maverick and Rooster gasping for breath through the comms. But a quick glance at the monitor informed her that they luckily hadn’t crashed into the ground and were instead flying along the valley. Rooster was chasing after Maverick, who seemed to have pulled out of the death spiral first.

“Fucking idiots,” she cursed quietly, rubbing the side of her face anxiously.

If anyone else in the room heard her, they didn’t comment on it.

“You got him, now drop down and take a shot!” Hangman shouted over the comms. Amara glanced up to see that Hangman was still hovering above the hard deck, trailing behind Rooster and Maverick from a safer altitude.

“It’s too low!” Rooster argued back.

“Too late, had your chance,” Maverick replied, causing Amara to sigh. And only a few seconds later, the auditory kill noise—Rooster’s—echoed from the comms. “That’s a kill.”

“Dammit!” Rooster snapped.

“Same old Rooster,” Hangman taunted, a chuckle on the edge of his lips.

Amara let out a breath that she wasn’t aware that she was still holding as she returned to her seat. Quietly putting her head down, she went back to work, wanting to avoid Cyclone’s hissy fit as he collected the readings from the last run. No doubt that her father would be getting a scolding about that last maneuver.

Though she didn’t write it down, Amara made a mental note to herself—Don’t put people who can’t talk about their problems in a healthy manner up in flying death traps together.

Fucking hell, she needed a drink.

~~~~~

Amara walked out to her car, eager to get out of her heels and have that drink.

Cyclone, as she expected, was not thrilled about the whole situation, and she assumed that Maverick had an ass-chewing waiting for him in his debrief. But Warlock had assured her that she wasn’t needed for that and dismissed her. He probably took pity on her. And though Amara was typically annoyed with that set up, today she was thankful for it.

But as she turned down another lane of cars in the parking lot, Amara paused when she spotted Rooster walking towards her. She stutter-stepped to a slight halt while Rooster looked like his shoes just spontaneously melted into the ground.

So much for a quick getaway.

“Hey,” Amara called out softly, adjusting her hold on her bag.

“Hey,” Rooster returned in the same tone.

They stood silently in the parking lot, as if they had both spontaneously forgotten how to interact with another human being in the last five seconds.

“How’re your arms?” Amara asked awkwardly.

“My . . . arms?” Rooster repeated, looking confused.

“From all the pushups.”

“Oh . . . right.”

“Right,” Amara echoed, nodding in confirmation.

“I . . .” Rooster began, causing Amara to straighten up a bit. Hope that she would later scold herself for bloomed in her gaze before promptly dying off when Rooster continued with, “I didn’t think that you would be here.”

“Oh . . . yeah.” She looked down at the ground, clearing her throat. “But, uh, I just go where the Pentagon sends me,” Amara replied, shrugging her shoulders as she met his gaze again. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that, I just . . .” Rooster fumbled for an answer, clearly struggling, “. . . didn’t expect you to be here.”

“You said that already,” Amara reminded him, causing Rooster’s cheeks to go pink.

“Right.”

“Right,” Amara murmured, a small smile tugging at her lips despite her best efforts. Well, at least she wasn’t the only one who seemed a little uneasy in this situation. “I suppose that I probably should have given you a heads up that I was in town.”

“No, no, it’s . . . you don’t owe me anything. And everything with you tends to be classified anyways.”

“. . . Yeah,” Amara agreed, shifting her weight on her feet. “Look, can we . . . I’d rather . . . can we just put all of our personal shit to the side?” Amara sighed, meeting his gaze again. “There’s enough shit going on right now and I’d rather just get the job done and done right. Can we agree on that?”

“Yeah, of course,” Rooster replied immediately.

“Good,” Amara breathed out, nodding slowly. She glanced over at her car before turning back to Rooster. “Have a good afternoon, Lieutenant Bradshaw.”

Amara started for her car as Rooster blinked, frowning at her formality and cut and run tactics.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw?” Rooster repeated back, clearly a bit taken aback and even a little hurt.

“Would you prefer me to call you Rooster?” Amara asked, pausing in her quick escape.

Amara did not share a fondness for the use of callsigns outside of work. Sure, it was part of the field and a rite of passage and very important to aviators, but honestly, all it reminded Amara was the fact that naval aviators never took themselves out of the field, out of the cockpit. They were always naval aviators first and everything else second.

Which made her the only person to call Rooster ‘Bradley’ in the last decade or so.

“Are you mad at me?” Rooster asked her, causing Amara to pause.

“No.”

“Are you lying to me?” Rooster questioned, sounding exasperated.

“Bradley,” Amara stressed. She looked around to see if anyone else was lingering in the parking lot. “What do you want me to say?”

“Maybe just answer the question that I already asked you,” Rooster suggested, as if it were obvious. “Are you mad at me?”

“A little, alright?” Amara conceded. “You happy?”

“No, I’m—” Rooster cut himself off with a sigh, running a hand down his face. “I’m sorry about how I handled everything back then.”

“I don’t want to talk about that,” Amara interjected, holding up a hand. “I’m not going to have that kind of conversation here where anyone could hear us and where we’re supposed to be professionals in our shared workplace.”

“I’m trying to apologize.”

“And I don’t want to hear it right now, okay?” Amara replied, sending him a look to stop talking. “If you want to talk about what happened, then we can talk, but not here. I’m not having that kind of conversation in the base parking lot that our coworkers walk through.”

“Are you free tonight then?” Rooster suggested, trying to salvage the conversation.

“I’m meeting up with my dad tonight.”

She watched Rooster go through the five stages of grief before his gaze hardened like it always did when her dad was brought up. It was just another reminder of why her and Bradley were not a good mix, a safe bet, or a winning idea. There was too much history, and not enough happiness to drown out the pain apparently.

“Tomorrow?” she offered him.

“Tomorrow,” he agreed softly.

“Until tomorrow then . . . Bradley.”

Amara turned around again and headed towards her parked car. Rooster watched her go for a moment before his eyes flicked up to see Hangman staring at them with a curious stare. At Hangman’s presence, Rooster suddenly understood why Amara wanted to flee the scene and moved to do the same.

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platinumrosetail · 7 months

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I hope you like my new application.

Yandere Seth x fem reader.

Warning: from many people who love Seth. The reader is also in love with him, with the difference that she is not as clingy or seeking to possess him. What I mean is that your love for him is not selfish. Lector hides his feelings, trying to see him as he is, his uncle (because I would also like Lector to be the firstborn of Osiris again, I hope it doesn't bore him too much) even denies having kissed him when his brother Horus. did. He visited him in the temple. While Seth mistook Horus for Anubis, a reader once, Seth mistook her for Nephthys.

In short: she tries to hide her feelings and get away from him. Willing to be rejected by Seth, but what if the reader managed to make Seth fall in love with her, without the reader realizing it? That's why Seth is the one who looks for her the most.

(I hope you understand me with this long request, I will wait, don't worry. Thank you)

Extra detail: Sorry, lastly, I would like the reader's personality to be happy, carefree, mischievous, and skilled in combat. thank you

I’ll try my best! Also I’m guessing the lector parts are supposed to be reader and the male pronouns you used for the reader were supposed be female as you have mentioned for a female reader at the top right? Sorry if I misunderstood.

Warning: noob author, female reader, yandere romantic characters, and others.

Character: Seth

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You had loved your uncle, Seth; god of war and sand, but you noticed on your brother and father loves him as well so you try to not make it seem like you do have feelings when in reality you do plus Seth has been through a lot.

You understood more than you should growing which made you realize that Seth also might not love after what your father did to him in the past.

You were the eldest child of Osiris and isis and the older sister to Horus, so as the older sibling you make sure he isn’t getting into trouble which then lead you both to Seth’s temple.

Horus and you would usually visit Seth’s temple when you two were younger, Horus would always intoxicate Seth and impersonate Anubis and while you were there you noticed Seth started thinking that you were Nephthys even though you were and she had locked herself up.

One day while you two were at Seth’s temple you and him were alone together and Seth kissed you. You made sure to get him intoxicated enough so he would pass out as you needed to space on what had happened between the two of you.

You start to distance yourself from him as you knew that Seth wouldn’t be interested in you like you’re to him as you’re related to Osiris and if he found out that you were technically pretending to be his wife he would be furious most likely.

But nope! You were proven wrong when he found you and took you somewhere private, confessing that he knew you weren’t his wife while he was intoxicated; though he somehow didn’t figure out how Horus was impersonating Anubis is beyond you, and fell in love with you as you’re skilled in protecting you and your loved ones as well as what you stand for plus your positive attitude and how you know how to humor others and yourself, he also loves how you’re carefree and do what you want to do and not what others tell you.

(A/n: hope y’all liked it!! I don’t really have anything else to say so hope yall have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

#anime #anime x reader #various x reader #x reader stories #yandere x reader

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cocoabubbelle · 10 months

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Good Morning

Coffee now in my system, which helped my brain fire up an idea/prompt for you now that I remembered that little detail you came up with about Rogue starting to get control in 15 second intervals…

Scott taking full advantage of those 15 seconds in an inspired moment of mischief - I mean it’s fair game since she’s definitely the type to tease him so why not turn the tables? 😏

Scott enjoying sneaking a kiss or two on her - cheek, mouth, hand, and very daring neck - much to Rogue’s mixed delight and frustration. He just tells her to think of it as “extra focus training” while she calls it him being a pest, but no moment tells him to stop doing this.

Thanks for the ask, @withjust-a-bite !! So sorry it took a while, but here it is!

“5…6…7…8…”

Rogue tried to keep her breathing steady as Scott counted out her second set of sit-ups in one of the institute’s many mini gyms. She was doing really well, he thought, especially considering she was upside down with her legs wrapped around the pull-up bar. Her gloves peeked out of the pocket of his sports jacket.

“Form’s looking good,” he finally commented.

Rogue paused for a moment, giving him an upside down grin, “ya mean that in a technical way, or a flirty way?”

“Uhm…”

His ears probably turned as red as they felt, judging from the way she giggled.

Darn. Ever since they became a couple, Rogue was a lot less shy and more direct about her feelings for him. Not that he was complaining! He couldn’t get enough of her and still hungered for more.

Still, the fact that it took around 3 years and a few close encounters of the world ending for him to actually recognize her feelings and realize his for her bothered him. He was now the one always tongue-tied and struggling to respond adequately when it came to communicating how deeply he’s grown to feel for her. She was so patient, but he felt it wasn’t fair to her after so long.

But tonight was hopefully going to change that.

“*ahem* It’s almost time. You got this?” he asked, hoping he sounded casual.

Rogue resumed her sit-ups with a grunt, almost biting her dark lips. “Ah’ll hafta…get it…if ah…wanna… evah…get over…this…”

The corner of Scott’s mouth twitched downward.

“…you know you don’t need to force yourself past your limit faster than is necessary.” He said softly, “you’ve already made incredible progress.”

“*huff* Ah know…but…” she panted, giving him a split second glance as she raised her chin to her knees, “Ah wanna…give mah…all…*puff* for us…”

Scott said nothing in response. He wanted nothing more than to hug her right now, but that was currently not a good idea because 1) she was wearing her workout clothes, so the risk of making contact with her exposed, pale skin was greater, and 2) his carefully crafted plan that took who knows how long to perfect would go down the drain.

They had agreed that during her break amidst certain workouts, Scott would be tasked with “ambushing” her while her heart was racing. That way, she would be prepared for unexpected, physical contact upon her exposed skin and maintain control over her mutation within her ‘time-frame’ despite her elevated heartbeat. So far, Rogue was able to take anything Scott threw her way: tackling, grappling, wrestling (One time, one of his modes of attack was tickling her sides, which earned him a faux-outraged southern-style of scolding with the term Pest slung at him the rest of the day without any cuddling or snuggling as punishment after her peals of laughter died down, so he didn’t dare try that again.). He was reluctant to attempt anything more confrontational, but she insisted she could take it—since, she reminded him, she was under less risk of being harmed by him than he was by her anyway unless his glasses came off—and convinced him to incorporate more punches and kicks in their sessions.

What Scott didn’t tell Rogue was this ambush at this moment was going to be a little bit different from their usual training sessions.

Rogue unfolded her spine, her asymmetrical short hair falling away from her face as she lowered herself away from the bar. Scott held back a smile, inwardly blessing his luck that his ruby-quartz shades were dark enough to conceal the movement of his eyes as they fell upon the designated area where he would ‘attack…’

——

He first noticed them when he walked by her and Kitty undoing their fancy hairstyles from their performance in Bayville High’s vampire musical: a small collection of moles behind Rogue’s ear, over the mastoid area.

Three of them in a little, triangular formation; the other five following what looked like a crescent line partially surrounding the three.

Before he could figure out what the overall shape reminded him of, Rogue had shaken out the rest of her hair from the updo, obscuring them from his sight. He thought nothing more of them as he continued on his way to the kitchen.

It wasn’t until a year and a half or so later that Scott noticed them again, thanks to Rogue’s shorter hairstyle. She was sort of with Remy at this point in time, and Scott with Jean —again, sort of; they were in the stage of their relationship where they had realized that maybe their paths were no longer meant to be interlinked romantically, but they hadn’t yet publicly revealed their breakup to the others since they were all experiencing hectic disruptions from then current threat.

He would have confided in Rogue, but he didn’t want to overstep. Ever since recovering from her nearly-life threatening crisis, Rogue felt more distant to him than usual. She grew even more so when she and Remy began hanging out after the events surrounding Apocalypse.

Scott had wondered if he had missed something during those periods where he could have been there for her and helped her, and by failing to do so had driven her away. Or was it something else that caused their once close friendship to fizzle out? Or was it nothing at all to do with anything and she was just naturally growing apart from him as part of her journey to find herself, as she searched for records of her biological parents after her falling out with her foster ones?

Scott wanted to respect whatever boundaries she was silently putting between them…but…he wanted to at least talk to her and understand what was going on, and…try to be there for her even if she no longer was interested in being friends again. He cared about her…

He had found his chance when the two of them, Jean, and Remy were out on assignment together—regarding the Sentinels, the Hellfire Club, or Mr. Sinister? Scott couldn’t remember all the exact details. Just the part when they where momentarily paired away from the other two, leaning outside against the display window of a department store. Scott inwardly scrambled for conversation starter that would naturally progress to them talking about the current state of their friendship with a hope it would stop the distance from growing wider. The wind chose this moment to momentarily ruffle their hair, and Scott’s eyes fell upon the familiar, natural beauty marks.

“Did you know you have some moles behind your ear?”

Rogue gave him a surprised look, and Scott wanted to kick himself for saying something so creepy and random.

She touched the back of her right ear. “Where?”

He lamely gestured to his own right ear. She mirrored his moments and switched over to her left one. “Aw gosh, are they that noticeable?” She asked, trying unsuccessfully to spot them in the reflective glass of the window.

Scott shook his head. “No, no, I just thought they were pre…” Rogue froze and looked at him again, her pale eyes wide, “pre…pretty interesting…ly shaped?” WHY wouldn’t he shut up?!

Rogue slightly relaxed —looking either relieved or disappointed, Scott didn’t know. He wondered why he even wanted to know?—but still had her fingers resting behind her ear. “Interestingly shaped how?”

Scott almost reached out to show her, caught himself, then opened his palm and slowly dotted out the invisible shape with his finger for her to see. He repeated the motion a couple of times until she murmured, “…a moon and three stars?”

He thought about it, and tilted his hand to readjust the ‘picture’ before replying “…more like a smiley face.”

A moment of silence.

Rogue burst out laughing and playfully hit him. They didn’t speak about them again after Remy and Jean arrived, nor after the mission, but it felt like the distance between the two of them was no longer vast anymore.

Fast forward to the present, and they were now together—after all of the tragic events occurred and passed; after most, if not everyone, found ways to heal from their loss, pain, and trauma; after Scott realizing he had fallen in love with Rogue, and that she requited his feelings. They had more opportunities to get closer to each other, to relearn and discover each other’s selves. In a minor sense, this gave Scott more opportunities to admire her set of moles, and come up with a plan to ‘take revenge’ on all the times she rendered him a blushing mess whenever she took him off guard and kissed him out of the blue.

——

“…<beep!>...”

Scott blinked and turned his head.

Currently, Rogue had finished her set. Her legs still hung onto the bar as she rested with her eyes closed, her arms reaching down to the floor. She looked to him like a sleeping vampire bat stretching her wings.

So cute.

A quick glance at her wristwatch hanging over the bar told Scott that he about less than 10 of her 15 seconds left to enact his plan. Now.

9…8…He plucked the watch from original place and squatted down as silently as possible to not alert her…arms outstretched in caution…

6…5…her body was swaying slightly…bringing her head drew closer to him for the briefest of moments and revealing the cute, dotted smiley face upon the mastoid area…

3…2…

Rogue had been ready and was bracing for Scott’s ambush to test her endurance limit.

When he had not yet attacked her, she wondered if he was gonna be a cute pest and try tickling her again, and was so ready to turn the tables on him.

She was NOT ready for the sensation of electrified butterflies exploding from the area from where his firm, gentle lips made contact upon the point between her left ear and neck. *muah~!*

“?!?!?!”

After a few stunned heartbeats, Rogue did not realize her knees had liquified and had lost their grip on the bar until her body made contact with Scott’s sturdy arms.

Her mind was dizzy from feeling the rippling goosebumps from the area behind her ear as she clung to him. Only with the greatest reluctance did she release him as he gently laid her down on the mat and covered her with his large sports jacket so she could hide her face and regain her composure.

“…”

“Er, Rogue?”

“…*squeak*…”

“I am SO sorry! Are you okay?”

Rogue shakily inhaled and exhaled, then peeked out from behind the garment of clothing at her worried —and apparently secretly sneaky—boyfriend. She kept it covering her burning face to better hide from him. Heck, it took everything she had to not curl into a melted ball underneath, to not toss and turn to and fro, and to not kick up her feet giddily like the smitten teenaged girl she had been— and honestly, still was and forever will be—years ago.

“…howmuchdidahgoovah?” She finally mumbled, her hands feeling around his jacket for the pocket holding her gloves.

Scott tore his gaze from the obscured, hiding form of his girlfriend and glanced at the stopwatch; he had stopped the clock right before laying her down and covering her:

42 seconds. 22 seconds over her limit.

He held it closer to her for her to see. “A new record…” he said softly.

At that, Rogue slowly unearthed her still blushing face from underneath his jacket and gave him a winning smile, causing him to smile back.

“Then…Ah’m more than okay, Sugah.”

#shenanigans #x men evolution #answered asks #scogue #xmen evolution #scott x rogue #rogue x scott #rogue x cyclops #cyclops x rogue #scott x anna marie #anna marie x scott #cyclops x anna marie #anna marie x cyclops #otp: sensory deprivation #jean grey #remy lebeau #scott x jean #rogue x remy

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paradoxcase · 9 months

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I picked up my sister and her friends from their week-and-a-half-long hike around Mount Rainier on Friday, and they were still staying with me for a bit until the last one left today, so I took a little break from the Locked Tomb. It's kind of hard to stay up late reading and writing out tumblr posts when someone wants to go to sleep in your living room at 9:30 PM every night

Anyway, on to the glossary

There's actually a lot of interesting worldbuilding info here that I would have loved to have heard about in the actual text of the story, like this isn't like the LOTR appendices where all that information really is extra stuff, or details that aren't important to the main story, or related stories that don't affect the main plot too much, this is just like, basic information about the premise of this universe, and I only found out about it in the glossary at the end of the book

Argh

Anyway

So, yes, this actually did make it into the text of the story, I remember Gideon talking about this. But then, at the end of this glossary, it says

So, if the reason necromancy normally doesn't work in space is that it doesn't have a thalergy anchor, which presumably has to be something that generates a lot of thalergy, is the reason that Lyctors can do necromancy in space that the Lyctor themself is a large enough source of thalergy to be a thalergy anchor? I remember that when Mayonnaise Uncle tried to siphon Ianthe she told him that he couldn't siphon her thalergy fast enough to outpace her generation of it, so that seems maybe accurate. But if that's the case, couldn't any necromancer in the presence of a Lyctor do necromancy in space as well? If the main point of Lyctors is to be able to do necromancy in space, couldn't the Emperor just have a large collection of regular necromancers hanging out with the Lyctors to do that? I also got the impression from the epilogue that the Emperor was more or less confined to his space ship and was not able to actually personally go down to the planet, and I'm curious to find out why that is

So, ok. All of our cavaliers are listed in the Dramatis Personae as being cavalier primaries to the various heirs. But, presumably, being the heir means there is a living ruling necromancer that they are the heir to (well, except in Harrow's case, and I gather that maybe Isaac was technically the ruling necromancer of the Fourth, but probably under some kind of regency arrangement with Magnus and Abigail), and those necromancers probably also had cavaliers, at least at one time, and wouldn't it make sense for the cavalier of the ruler to be the cavalier primary? Like, obviously when it comes to Harrow, her parents' cavalier was officially dead even if her parents were only unofficially dead, so that would pretty much make Ortus (and later Gideon) the cavalier primary, but is it just an accident that something similar happened with all the other houses, making all the other heirs' cavaliers the cavalier primary? Or do rulers sometimes decide to rank their heirs' cavaliers higher than their own cavaliers?

This is also the first information we have about what the Resurrection was. So, it's not just the resurrection of God, but of the entire system, which made all of the planets undead planets that radiate thanergy? I'm having trouble imagining what disaster could cause the destruction of the entire system. Even if the sun turned into a red giant, I think that would only destroy the inner planets, and the outer ones would be fine (just hotter). I'm guessing the reason that necromancers can't reliably reproduce on regular planets is that babies need to be exposed to thanergy in the womb to become necromancers, so that only happens with reasonable frequency on undead planets. Also, if the nine planets in their current state were recreated by God, why did he choose to make them just as uninhabitable as they were before the Resurrection? Surely if he can restore planets after they were destroyed, he can also do some terraforming while he's at it?

This is the first mention in the book of the River, which seems to be the afterlife (although I've also seen it in some comments here, and in some tumblr posts about Palamedes that probably contain spoilers that I haven't read enough of the books to get properly spoiled for yet). But I gather that getting Gideon back isn't going to involve this, since probably Gideon and the other cavaliers that were absorbed by their necromancers don't wind up in the River

So, this seems to discredit Mayonnaise Uncle's statement that the Ninth House was never meant to exist as merely something that some Houses believe to be the case. And indeed, the Emperor didn't seem to think that Harrow wasn't a proper heir, or wasn't mean to be called to become a Lyctor, or that he disapproved of the Ninth House in any way. It's interesting that it says the body in the Locked Tomb was "placed in the Ninth House in order to show it respect", so I kind of wonder if whoever it was was not actually an "unfathomable enemy of the Emperor" and in fact had some other kind of relationship with him

So, there is some development of means of FTL travel, but this doesn't really explain very much about it. I'm curious why they would use this within the main system itself, though - IIRC, I calculated they were going a max of like 5 or 6 times the speed of light to get from Pluto to Earth in an hour at their shortest distance, so at approaching light speed that would only take like six hours; if we make a probably bad and wrong estimate that the longest distance is like three times the shortest distance, that's still less than a day. People sit in economy seats on commercial airplanes for longer than that. Why set up a stele in the main solar system just to save less than a day on the longest possible trip you could make there? Or did they just not even bother to have ships that even go at approaching light speed, and just rely entirely on the stele system, whatever it is?

Also, this says there were "originally seven full Lyctors". We've been told repeatedly throughout the text of the story that there were eight original Lyctors. So does that mean that one of those eight was not a "full Lyctor" and was incomplete in some manner?

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth

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