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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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Promises, Promises

Summary: Ari exacts a promise from you as a reward for his patience.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Needy Ari Levinson, Implied Smut, Light Oral Sex (fem rec), Allusions to Public Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Written for my sweet friend, @curls-and-eyeliner. Just a little Ari Levinson goodness. Not sure if it has a place, but for now it's going to fall in line with my Trio Series.

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“C’mon. C’mon.” You murmur as you try and fail yet again to maneuver the thin leather strap of your heel through the small silver buckle. “Almost – you little piece of shit!” While the shoes were wearing tonight paired phenomenally with your dress, you were starting to feel like the effort to fasten them just wasn’t worth it anymore.

Sometimes you really fucking hated heels.

Huffing out a breath, you allow your body to go limp before collapsing back against the chair in defeat. You’d been at it for the better part of ten minutes. And frankly, at this point, you’d much rather go barefoot than have to fuck with this shoe one more time.

Ari would just have to understand. Maybe if you asked nicely your man would get onboard with you rocking a pair of sneakers to tonight’s medal ceremony – even if they did manage to clash with your overall look.

“Ready to go, Bird?” Ari calls out from the bathroom. “I don’t want us to be late.”

“Almost!” Comes your frustrated reply, just in time for him to rejoin you in the bedroom. He gives you a thorough onceover, his soulful blue eyes darkening as he scans you from head to toe. Grinning, he runs his fingers through his already tousled chestnut brown locks.

Ari Levinson was virtually hopeless when it came to styling his own hair. The moment he got even a little remotely agitated or flustered he became unable to keep his hands out of it. Lucky for him, he somehow always managed to look positively sinful no matter what.

And tonight was no exception.

“Fuck, baby…” He rasps.

“I swear I’m almost ready.” You hurry to reassure him, thinking that he might be annoyed with you. “It’s this damn shoe, though. I can’t seem to fasten the stupid strap and it’s pissing me off.”

“What the hell am I supposed to do with you?” He mumbles, seemingly to himself.

“Well you could either give me another minute or you could help…” You trail off when your beast of a man drops to his knees in front of you before plucking the offending heel from your grasp. It drops to the floor with a soft thud. “...me with this clasp. What–what are you doing?”

“How am I supposed to take you out now, looking like this?” His already deep voice lowers several more octaves. The comforting weight of his large palms go to rest on the tops of your thighs.

A sinking feeling enters the pit of your stomach. Perhaps you should’ve given your boyfriend a peek at your outfit beforehand instead of waiting until tonight. That way if he didn’t like it you would’ve had time to figure out a backup dress.

“What’s wrong with the way I look, Ari?”

“Absolutely nothing.” His intoxicating gaze bores into you, making you feel dizzy even as goosebumps raise across your flesh. “You look stunning, sweetheart. Like a vision and a wet dream rolled into one.”

“Oh.” Is all you can seem to manage, his whispered compliment taking you by surprise.

Although you’re not quite sure why. You could walk around wearing a pair of his boxers and a raincoat and this man would still be ready to bend you over the nearest flat surface and fuck you stupid.

“And honestly, as excited as I am to have you on my arm this evening, I don’t know if I still want to go.” One hand slowly trails down your leg, the slightly roughened pads of his fingers smoothing their way over your calf to gently grip your ankle.

“B–but…tonight’s supposed to be a celebration. And you’re the guest of honor.” You rasp, your mouth suddenly dry as Ari presses a tender kiss to the inside of your bare foot.

“So?” He gifts you with another kiss, this one accompanied by the faint brush of his tongue along the inside of your ankle. “You and this dress have me thinking about all the ways we can celebrate right here. From the comfort of our home.” You feel your pulse begin to quicken.

“We can’t.” You gently admonish as you try to pull away. But his hold remains steadfast. “Besides, if you stay down there much longer –” you gesture towards his position on his knees – “you’re going to wrinkle your pants, assuming you haven’t already ruined the crease.” Your big beast of a man quirks an amused brow in response.

“I’m serious, Ari Levinson.” You blow out a shaky breath, wishing you sounded more confident. “Now, you help me with this shoe so we can get out of here. At the rate we’re going, we’ll be lucky if we’re only fashionably late.”

“Is that right?” Ari’s eyes light up at your words, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “That an order, baby?”

“Uh huh.” Of its own accord, your hand reaches out to caress his freshly trimmed beard. Ari sighs quietly and leans into your touch. “You’d better believe it, Beast.” He growls low in his throat, the animalistic sound making your nipples pebble through the material of your bra.

“Well then I guess I better do as my lady says.” A hint of mischief creeps into his tone, coupled with a smile. “Wouldn’t want to upset my gorgeous girl now would I? But before I do that, I’m also thinking I’m gonna need you to make me a promise. Can you do that for me?”

Ari loosens his hold on your ankle only to drape your leg over one of his broad shoulders. And then his hands move to the hem of your dress, slowly rucking it up your thighs to stop just below your hips – revealing the lacy scrap of black fabric hidden beneath.

“Y-yes.”

“In return for being such a good boy, I’m gonna need you to promise you’ll let me fuck you tonight. And when I do, I want you wearing nothing but these heels.” He leans forward and buries his face in the sweet juncture located between your parted thighs.

“Okay.” You could definitely do that.

“I get to choose the time and the place. But don’t worry, baby. You have my promise to keep you wet and ready for me until I decide on the perfect moment.” He then inhales your scent, nuzzling his nose against the increasingly damp lace. A muffled groan escapes when he does it again. His grip tightens as his fingers dig into your skin.

Almost as if he’s already regretting his decision to agree to leave the house.

“Ari.” His name emerges as whimper, soft and pleading.

“Promise me, Bird. Promise you’ll reward me for being so good. For showing restraint.” Each spoken word feels like a heated lash against your panty-covered clit. “Please.” Ari sucks the bud into his warm mouth, making you cry out as your thighs clench around his head.

“Yes!” You hiss as he continues to tease.

“Say my name again.” He rasps, flicking the swollen nub with his tongue. “Say it just like that when you make your promise.”

“Ooh, Ari!” Your hips buck and writhe beneath his sensual assault. “Yes, okay? I promise!”

A primal sound bursts forth from his chest – a something between a snarl and a purr – as he forces himself to pull away. “Okay.” He grunts, his breathing slightly labored.

Ari doesn’t say another word as he goes about picking up your forgotten heel. He slips it on your foot and deftly buckles the strap as if he does it all the time. Your body is on fire as you prepare to sit up and fix your dress, only for your man to stop you with a hand on your belly.

“I plan to wear you out tonight, baby.” Two long, thick fingers hook themselves into the waistband of your panties. “Swear to God, you’re gonna feel me for days.”

The sight of your man’s feral grin is your only warning before the flimsy piece of lingerie is all but ripped from your skin, eliciting a shocked gasp from you. Ari rises and tucks the ruined lace into his pocket before helping you stand on shaky legs.

Ever a beast, he proceeds to haul you against his solid chest. And then your eyes flutter closed as his mouth descends over yours in a searing kiss. You melt against him as your hands fall to his biceps, holding on to him while he takes his time with you. His talented tongue dues with your own in short, playful thrusts. One of his hands slips to your ass, giving you a rough squeeze.

When it’s over, you’re both breathless. And the impressive bulge in Ari’s slacks makes it obvious that he’s ready for more. A clock chimes in the distance, breaking your reverie. It’s a not-so-subtle reminder that you two needed to leave soon. As in now.

“Guess we’ll just have to pick this up later.” You murmur, even though you have yet to move.

“Damned right we will.” Ari growls, his eyes glittering with unbridled lust. “So you’d better keep your promise.”

“And if I don’t?” You tease, finally finding the resolve to pull away. He lets you go before walking over to the bed to snag your clutch. Meanwhile, you busy yourself with fixing your dress.

“You will.” Your man hands it over before linking his fingers through yours and leading you down the hall towards the stairs.

"I mean, but what if I change my mind?" You tamp down a giggle. Now probably wasn't the best time to tease your man, but you just couldn't seem to help yourself.

"You won't." Ari assures you once more before halting his movements. He turns to face you again before tenderly grasping your chin in his hand. "You'd never do that to me, sweet girl. But if you did, I suppose I'd just have to remind you of what happens to little brats who break their promises to their men now wouldn't I?" His lidded eyes practically dare you to disagree.

"Y-yes." You whisper, swallowing thickly as he brushes his thumb across your bottom lip. "I'll be good."

"Well, thank goodness for that. I'm so glad we have an understanding, baby." Ari purrs, allowing his hand to fall away as you resume your procession towards the door. "Because I'd be pretty pissed if I had to fuck you in the middle of the banquet hall in full view of everyone." He opens the door and ushers you into the garage, smacking your ass for good measure.

"But that also doesn't mean I won't."

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mathanlin · 9 months

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Hero AU where school counselor!Phil has to deal with… interesting students.

Namely, the three boys he sees constantly bickering in the hallways.

And slamming cars into each other on the news.

Ridiculously, none of them know who the others are.

But Phil notices the *moment* new young vigilantes start popping up. The trio’s dropping grades, spotty attendance, and injuries only confirm it.

Or, y’know. Tommy mumbling, “What would you do if you were a hero?”

Phil helps in the least obvious ways he can.

Modifying their grades to be a bit less suspicious, leaving out ice packs by his office door (easy to steal), writing late passes without a bit of resistance.

But he can only be so subtle.

“So, Red.”

Tommy’s head jerks up.

Phil almost laughs. “You’ve heard of him, huh? I figure he’s your favorite.”

Tommy shifts awkwardly in his chair — readjusting the wound Phil knows lies beneath his sweater. “Better than the fuckin’ Blade.”

Techno. Honors student. Flawless GPA. Volunteer. And vigilante.

Far closer to a villain.

“If only I could give the Blade a lecture,” Phil says, unable to stop a chuckle, and barely managing to not say, *You two have to stop beating the shit out of each other.*

Eventually, Phil gives up on subtlety & calls them all down to his office.

“So. I heard you’ve been getting into fights.”

Wilbur, drama kid — or Siren, smooth-tongued — is the first to act, eyes widening. “I’m sorry, sir?”

Then Techno. “Mr. Watson, I would *never.*”

“Then what’s that?”

Phil nods to the bruise beneath Techno’s turtleneck — from a hit Siren landed. Then, to Wilbur’s knuckles, ever so slightly battered.

And neither seem to notice a thing.

Phil pinches his brow, sighing.

“Alright. Then Tommy. Care to explain the state of your shoes?” (Burnt, melted from running through rubble the Blade had created.)

*There* it is. Techno frowns, leaning back to peek — and Tommy quickly tucks his feet beneath the chair.

“Nothing.”

“Where were you all last night?”

Every single kid tenses.

And starts rambling out excuses.

“I was— studying, of course—”

“Well, *I* was trying to get ice cream, and that bitch the Blade showed up—”

“Bitch?” Techno cries before catching himself. “I think you mean *Red* and *Siren*—”

“What the fuck?” Wilbur splutters. “Siren was trying to calm those two fuckers down—”

“Boys,” Phil says. “Look. All three of those heroes would be better *together,* right? Not fighting, not hurting each other?”

“Maybe,” Tommy finally mumbles, toeing at the floor, “but… why are we talking about heroes?”

Phil tips back in his chair, face in hands.

“Come on. Someone figure it out.”

Silence.

Phil groans. “Wilbur, you quit band two months ago. Techno, Tommy, who showed up two months ago?”

More silence.

“Uhh… I don’t know.”

“Techno,” Phil says, almost desperate. “You tutor Tommy, right? What happens after he disappears from your lessons?”

“I… go home,” Techno lies.

Phil lets out an exasperated sigh. “No, you go where *he* goes. And where’s that?”

Tommy’s eyes start to narrow.

“You like Greek shit. Like… the Blade,” he says quietly, staring at Techno. Then, at Wilbur. “And *you’re* a pretentious bastard. Like *Siren.*”

Phil raises an eyebrow, fighting a smile.

“And you’re a little shit,” Wilbur snaps, then— pales. “Like… Red?”

“*There* we go,” Phil says, letting out a sigh of relief. “Now, I have a plan. If you three work together, I truly believe that—”

It’s a shame Phil’s office is so tiny.

There’s no room for three vigilantes to sufficiently beat the shit out of each other.

Just the idea of the three of them curled up at Phil’s, working on homework before heading off to fight crime (together, for once).

Phil being their “man in the chair” (even if he directs them to safer areas, too worried for anything more).

And of course, the best (worst?) part of being a school counselor — the actual *counseling.*

Except it’s not about what classes to take, or bullies to avoid.

It’s holding Wilbur as he sobs after killing his first villain to protect his brothers. (Because that’s what they are, now).

It’s comforting Techno as he fails his first class, too busy with heroics to focus or study.

It’s reassuring Tommy when his brothers get hurt, always ready to defend their youngest.

And it’s crying like a father when they graduate.

It’s *loving* them like a father, his home always open to them, filled with medical supplies and bedrooms for each kid, newpaper clippings pinned proudly on the fridge.

There’s a reason the city’s strongest trio of vigilantes always protect one specific man.

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #sbi au #threadfic #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza

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hells-wasabii · 3 months

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A/N: here goes the second half of the request! I didn't really know where i wanted to go with this drabble in the beginning. I did also take the liberty of applying the same situation, a wife!reader. While the Zestial x wife!reader took place further in the marriage, I wanted to do the opposite here, early on in the marriage. anywho, I'm personally a little on fence with this one but i hope its a decent read nonetheless

Character: Carmilla

Type: Drabble (Carmilla x wife!reader, Fluff)

End-of-the-month reports had all been accounted for and now needed to be reviewed and approved. Damages and inventory would need to be checked as well.

Damn it all.

It was going to be another late night at the office for Carmilla.

She had closed her eyes for a moment, breathing a sigh when a pair of arms wrapped around her shoulders from behind. She had nearly forgotten you were there. You had been so quiet for the past hour, deeply invested in the book that you had brought with you to the office when you surprised the arms dealer with dinner.

In an instant, the overlord relaxed, leaning into the embrace.

"Carmilla, my love." She hummed in response as she continued reading line after line of the report in front of her. Pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek you playfully continued: "Your wife demands your attention."

"Is that so?" Carmilla couldn't fight the smile that took to her lips.

Wife.

The title still made the arms dealer's heart soar, even months after the fact.

Your wedding had been quite the affair. Friends and family were in attendance of course, but so were other overlords and even the princess of hell and her partner. Even the Vee's had stayed true to their RSVP. Carmilla still couldn't believe that the trio had managed to behave themselves, though she likely had her youngest daughter to thank for that.

It had been everything that she could have wanted. Though, truth be told so long as it was you that she was marrying, she couldn't have cared less. The two of you could have been married at home with only her daughters in attendance, that would have been enough for her.

As much as she enjoyed her work, she would much rather be home or out spending time with you and the girls.

"Maybe I could help you? You're always so busy darling." You offer, reading the current report in her hands over her shoulder. Oh, damages were up at the storehouse on the corner of Pain Avenue and Damnation Rd. That wasn't good.

The overlord thought for a moment to consider the proposition. It would make sense, her daughters already played an important part in the company, so why not her wife as well? Would that be something you'd be fine with? She knew for a fact you were more than capable of helping with paperwork, but what about something more? A more active role? It would mean more time out of the office. The time that she could spend with her family. Not to mention, the thought had crossed her mind before. But...

"Would you want that? To help me with the company?"

"Carmilla," You began softly, adoration swimming in your gaze. "So long as I'm with you, hell may as well be heaven. I would be honored."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin headcanons #hazbin imagine #carmilla carmine x reader #carmilla carmine #carmilla x reader

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bonefall · 20 days

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Do you have anything on Hollypelt? I'm sorry i've been a little obsessed with her lately even though she literally does nothing

She's got a little mention on the ThunderClan Family Tree but she's admittedly a pretty small character in the grander scheme of BB!

Hollypelt is a Crusade Era molly. She's old enough to remember Mapleshade's exile, but might have been a young adult. Unsure.

She is the mother of Fuzzypelt, detested gene pool destroyer. In BB I managed to trim his devastation back, but Hollypelt's blood is still pretty influential!

I'm unsure who her mate was. They might actually be faded because their name isn't remembered, or it might be Mistpelt.

If it's Mistpelt it's divorce. Never speak to me or my cottonball son ever again

In any case, Holly raised Fuzzy alone.

She was buddies with Mothwhisker, somehow.

I'm unsure if it's mentor/apprentice or just friends, but it was completely non-romantic either way. Moth only likes other toms.

If I was picking cats for Pinepaw to be rescuing Crystal from during the Crusades, it would be Hollypelt and Mothwhisker.

Generally I see these two as BRUTAL together. They have excellent synergy and are both notoriously ruthless, but Mothwhisker is more... aggressive than Hollypelt.

Hollypelt holds a grudge and plots but Mothwhisker turns you into confetti on the spot.

Mothwhisker, Hollypelt, and Bloomheart are favorites of Oakstar during the Crusades. A trio of violent soldiers.

Off the battlefield, Hollypelt was also not the nicest girl around. She loved Fuzzykit fiercely, but she got in conflict with other cats regularly. Kind of grumpy, took innocent statements very personally

Had a tight-knit little circle of friends, and venturing out of that circle usually didn't go too well for either party.

Fuzzykit was the result of one of those times.

In spite of that, she was compassionate and loyal to her clanmates, and was cordial and polite to compensate for her lack of patience.

Though she wanted to die in battle, she starved during the Great Hunger. She, insistently honorably, refused to eat detestable "foods" like grubs or fish and wanted her Clanmates to eat first.

She was also small. Fuzzypelt is much larger than her, even though most of it is fluff. Hollypelt is like one of those pure black cats who's as thin as sticks, and Fuzz is a big black cloud.

#better bones au #BB!Hollypelt #BB!Fuzzypelt

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merakiui · 1 day

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Mera Mera Mera Meraaaaahhhhh!

I am so down bad for the octo trio and am even more in love when it's stepcest, sorry your honor I'm a freak. 😔🤚

First the yan Floyd step-son! He's gonna show his mama that he's got his papa's genes too. And now that Papa is outta the picture, Floyd wants first dibs before he has to share with his silly brother. Spoiled boy wants to give only the best.

Then Ebb and Flow! When Jade said "Your not her only brother." I screamed internally and how he insinuated that he's dipped his wick when shes been sleeping! And since Azul grew up with these weirdos has he been treated to the similar teasing (but where they are kinda mean about it. 'You know we've noticed you staring Azul. We get that she's nice looking but watch those eyes. Just because we're a little freaky doesn't mean we're open to sharin' her.' [not that Floyd or Jade for that matter wants to...but just dangle the bait in front of Azul] kinda vibe.) I need to save this fic (among some other of your works) in my kindle to revisit because they have stuck themselves in my braiiiiiin!!!

AAAA yes yes!!!! I love Octavinelle stepcest. We will be freaks together, sweet anon. („ᵕᴗᵕ„)

Stepson Floyd who has always been so spoiled... making sure to give you the railing of your life now that he has you all to himself and no longer has to hold back (temporarily because Jade will want to have a go with you very soon). He's just so obsessed with you. He loves his mama to pieces!!!!

Ebb and Flow!Jade with the secret somno reveal...... oooooo he's the worst!!!! So sneaky... and if he knocked you up it'd seem like something careless Floyd would do (never Jade; certainly not! He's a good boy. <3)...... Jade setting his brother up for trouble while having plenty of fun with you when you're asleep. You're none the wiser, but your body seems to know something because you've felt so warm around Jade lately...

Oh, they are so unfiltered around Azul. The twins openly discuss how pretty you are in very non-platonic ways and Azul has to listen to these weirdos carry on about whether or not they think you'd spit or swallow their cum, what positions would be best to really have you screaming, if you'd let them mark you up. T_T they're both so shameless. Poor Azul... he just wants one cute café date with you, but he knows that will come at the cost of his sanity. It's an impossible battle... maybe the twins are willing to let him experience just a crumb of you, but if he gets too close they'll happily intervene and remind him he's just the childhood friend. Nothing more.

Maybe you and Azul sneak off to kiss and hold hands in private,,, secret relationship.......... which isn't so secret because the twins probably sniff the two of you out very quickly. ^^;;; still, it's fun to imagine. orz perhaps you have most of your "dates" at Azul's house without the twins. Sleeping over at his house and the two of you have to be quiet so you don't wake the house when you get nasty under the covers hehe.

#twisted chit chat #tw: stepcest #tw: somnophilia #n/sfw

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leclsrc · 1 year

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One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss. || with Charles

all my trying – cl16

genre: fluff, drabble, 1k celebration

19: one person stopping a kiss to ask “do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss. title from this

There’s crushes—juvenile, stupid to a degree, innocent—and then there’s Charles’ crush on you. He’s convinced he could write sonnets for you in all three languages he speaks, pave roads, paint ceilings, just to watch you laugh. A childhood crush so many years in the making is equally difficult to act on, because it would change everything, whether or not Charles wants it to, but he’s still determined on letting his feelings spill out of him.

“This is sooo cute!” Charles’ philosophy was that, by enlisting a long-term relationship with a couple about his age to help him, he’d receive vital tips on how to steer things in the proper direction. Enter Lily and Alex, who are seated across him, both equally transfixed on his proposition.

It’s hot in Paris, where the majority of the grid has been spending off days lately, and you agreed to fly out to meet him. You’d missed him, you said. The way you uttered it tugged at his heart. “Oh, and in the”—Lily points outside the hotel window and onto the nearby Eiffel Tower—“city of love?! I am honored to be a part of this.”

“She’s been dying to play matchmaker for somebody ever since our rewatch of Clueless,” Alex explains.

“Tch. Like you’re not on yet another Paul Rudd mega-stalk session. I see your iCloud pictures, doofus.”

Alex opens his mouth to protest, but Charles raises a palm before either of them can talk. “I just need you two to help me say how I feel… properly. And to maybe set something nice up for her. Like a surprise, or something.”

“I would be so happy to. I’m thinking roses and a dinner in your room. Keep it simple,” Lily says fondly. “And the saying thing? Charles, that’s the easiest part.”

Lily and Alex have been together for so long, and are so compatible, that love advice becomes a rehearsed act. Alex comes next, sliding into the flow easily. “Mate, when you’re brave enough to just let your guard down and be honest, you’ll find yourself talking for minutes. About all the hows and whys and ifs and whens. Being in love just makes sense like that.”

The advice had stuck with Charles so much that it’s not until half-past-eight, when he’s readjusting the bouquet of flowers on the bed and monitoring the dinner waiting on the balcony, that it dawns on him.

He turns to his pair of co-conspirators, who are both lighting candles by the bed, and in one panic-induced slurry, goes: “Mon dieu. What if she doesn’t like me back?!”

Lily diffuses the situation, calmly explaining how that would go. Grin. Bear it. Accept that things may change. Don’t wallow in self-pity. “But,” she reassures in the end, “I’m positive she likes you. Loves you. You guys are basically soulmates.”

Just then, his hotel room door sounds with a knock. Fuck. Shit. He’d completely forgotten your ETA, and he can’t have Lily and Alex leave and ruin the momentum of the surprise. The trio quickly exchange wordless looks, and then Charles is promptly shoving them into the closet adjacent to the door. They both flash thumbs up, their pained smiles the last image he sees before closing it with a soft click and opening the next door with a nervous grin. “Hi.”

You almost drop your phone when you look up—behind your best friend is an assortment of roses, candles, and a dinner on the balcony. You smile a little, walking inside and letting him close the door behind you. You narrow your eyes. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No, I—um, just.” He leads you forward, leaves your suitcase by the door. “I have something to tell you.”

“Alright. Is everything okay?”

“Absolutely, yeah. I’m just, I—” Charles curses himself. Didn’t Lily and Alex say this would be easy? Instead he’s thinking about everything, about the words and the things and the verb tenses and how you might react and if he should withhold some other parts and. And he realizes he’s thinking too much, holding onto too much. So he inhales, exhales.

“I love you.”

Your lips part, wordless.

“I know it’s been a long time coming—a really long time. I think the first time I realized I had feelings, I didn’t even know how to label them. We were... I was seven, you were six, and we were making lemonade, and you taught me what it meant to let the powder dissolve in the water. And I thought, I want to marry you so I will never forget how to make lemonade. Those feelings... they’ve only grown since then. You remind me to become better, is the thing. You… you’re always there for me, and I hope you think the same of me. You’re talented, beautiful, kind. You. It’s always been—it’s always going to be you. Everything. It’s you.”

“Me,” you repeat, almost tearing up with how overwhelmingly loved you feel. “Me.”

“You.” A beat. “Always.”

You take two steps forward and press a kiss to his lips, one that is immediately reciprocated. It lasts briefly, just you both meeting and parting lips and a smile, and then you pull away. He does, too, opening his eyes and then briefly widening them when he sees, behind you—

Good job! Lily mouths from the fully open closet door. Fucking snoops.

“Do you want to do this?” You ask, hesitantly. His eyes travel back to meet yours, glassy, unsure.

Closet Alex mouths SAY YES. Charles doesn’t need to be told twice, dipping down to kiss you with more fervor and knocking a breathless laugh out of you. Your hands wrap around his neck, both of you so wrapped up in the kiss—in the feeling of just being together—that you have to pull away just to breathe. You smile, your foreheads still touching.

“I love you,” you say, voice dry. “I always have.”

His eyes flicker upward. Both Lily and Alex are weeping.

#f1 #leclsrc1000 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader

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delopsia · 3 months

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Ok so in honor of the fact that my mom and I are going to go see Glenn Powell’s bare ass on the big screen today for Christmas.

Imagine when the trio is still dating their schedules randomly align with 2 whole weeks off. Do they take a trip and get like an airbnb or hotel? Or do they go to Robby’s place? Or Readers place? I’m just imagining “we should just buy stock in lube at this point” and the boys walking around completely nude and everyone is covered in marks and just soft fluffy domestic.

Ooo, this is fun! I've missed writing for the trio when they're still in their little long-distance phase 🌷 I'm horribly late, but how was seeing Glenn Powell's ass for Christmas? 👀

Chances are, they're getting an Airbnb or some sort of temporary rental house that doesn't put them at risk of unwitting ears overhearing them and their shenanigans. Rhett's place is an automatic no-go, and Bobby's apartment walls are thin enough for noise to carry next door.

They find themselves up in some cozy little house in the mountains, where the cell service is spotty, and there's no one around for miles.

Robby was the only one who packed any lube, and they had to make a small run into town to restock because they finished it off within the first day. No thanks to Bob himself for overusing it...

Rhett's so confident with walking around completely naked. He'll walk outside and sit on the porch, he truly doesn't care, but Bobby is so shy about it. Preferring to drown himself in one of Rhett's too-big hoodies or flannels, always yanking on the ends of it, trying to keep the curve of his ass from peeking out from under the hem.

It's by no means cold out, but if anyone wants to keep their dignity in public, they're doomed to scarves and long pants that conceal the mottling of lovingly placed bruises and markings.

Rhett's thighs are a patchwork of color, Bob's got a blazing red mark on his neck, someone has marks on the knobs of their spine, and someone else has a lingering trail that appears when the edge of their shirt lifts.

They're such a mess; too many promises made over text to fulfill. Rhett finally sells Bobby on the idea of a Polaroid camera and never lets him forget a single photo. There are new toys to try, some good, some bad, and nobody can keep serious when they try to recreate the ridiculous positions they've found online.

The Reader falls asleep on top of Rhett before they can even begin to ride him; Bobby thinks it's hilarious until he nearly nods off with the cowboy's dick in his mouth.

Rhett starts playing fights with bathroom towels, and Bob wishes he didn't listen to Hangman's horror movie suggestion. There's a full kitchen, and yet the only things they use it for are reheating leftovers, ordering food, and bickering over who has to talk to the delivery guy.

The Reader and Bob hijack Rhett's cowboy hat and make it about halfway across the yard before they're caught.

Bobby learns that there's nothing scarier than a hundred eighty pounds of cowboy barrelling towards you at full speed. It's happened a million and one times, and yet he still squeals when he gets picked up, begging Rhett to put him back on his feet.

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#delgato's asks #rhett abbott #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #hawthorn au

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Does the Shire do like a.. well, I guess not an independence Day a la *from Britain*, but like a patriotic holiday? I guess there might be more incentive for one after the war of the ring and all, especially since I know that our little not-leaving trio shuffle things in the Shire politically a bit after the war and I'm sure they'd like to honor everyone's sacrifice/bravery/trauma. Then again, was there like already a Shire Day or something? and they'd make like a veterans and/or memorial day after the story? god, i hope they'd put a little more into either than a deep discount on mattresses. like a town shindig or something!

💐 ASK ME about my headcanons about hobbits and the Shire! 💐

Great question!

Before the War of the Ring, I doubt the hobbits were "patriotic" as we understand the term. They loved their land, surely, but they expressed that love through the tilling of the earth, and by enjoying its boons. They did not need a special day to honor who they were and where they came from.

If there were holidays that celebrated the "Shire-ness" of the Shire, those were probably Midsummer and the Harvest Festival.

Midsummer took place around the time of the summer solstice, and was a time of bonfires, dancing, singing, maypoles, drinking ales, and of course feasting. The days were long, and the flowers plentiful, so it was also a popular time for weddings. Because of the profusion of flowers, there was also a big flower market at around that time, where awards were given for the finest specimens, and enthusiasts could purchase bulbs and cuttings.

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The Harvest Festival was similar to the "county fair" experience in our time. It took place in late September, and by that point, the crops would come in, and the farmers would gather to showcase their finest crops, their finest animals, and their finest wares (from canned goods, to pies, to woodwork), again with prizes being awarded. It was also a time to see family from the far corners of the Shire, hold sports and other competitions, and of course eat. I am sure that there was even a prize for the largest mushroom found in the woods.

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After the War of the Ring, things changed, and a new holiday was introduced: Remembrance Day. A natural time for this was November 3rd, the anniversary of the Battle of Bywater. This was a time to honor those fallen in that battle, but also the sacrifice of those who lived through the Scouring. It was a time to tell family stories that centered around those events, as well as the story of the four hobbits who expelled the Ruffians and Sharkey from the Shire.

Remembrance Day was a more solemn occasion. There was feasting as well, but also trips to the cemetery to honor the dead, and pictures, candles, and flowers displayed in homes commemorating both the living and the dead. Food and drink would be left out at special altars throughout the night, or simply at a vacant seat at the table, to remember those who died of hunger and other privations, and those who were starved and ill-used in the Lockholes.

Bonus: When hobbits visit their loved ones at the cemetery, they always bring the favorite food and drink of the deceased to leave at the grave. For this and other reasons, hobbits maintain detailed registers of their loved ones' favorite meals.

#lotr #lord of the rings #hobbits #cw death #lotr headcanons #lotr headcanon #the shire

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nativeofsumeru · 2 years

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Genshin Impact Fanfiction Ideas

A/N: These are just some fan fiction ideas that I had in my head (some are more fleshed out than others), I don't think I'll write them out tho so I put them all here because I like said ideas

There are gender neutral reader and male/female reader stories

(This list is in a random order)

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Pantalone:

-Being his sugar baby or partner, either living with him and him spoiling you or him basically buying you your own house(he would still spoil you)

-maybe the Fatui take a keen interest into his personal affairs and he has to act as if you're really nothing special, you overhear this conversation and this miscommunication leads to fights, you end up storming off and being put in harm's way

Dottore:

-this little shit

-reader running away with a baby they had with Dottore scared of whatever the doctor might do if he got his hands on said baby

-"I don't trust what you would do them." "You trust me with your own body yet you won't trust me with my own creation?"

-running through some snowy woods late at night in Snezhnaya as he calmly with a smirk on his face hunts you down, it's a little game of Hide & Seek, at the end of the day though he's probably the victor

Itto:

-fem!reader is the daughter of an Inazuman noble family, reader has made and caught feelings for an oni friend/acquaintance she knew from childhood and they start a secret romance as her family would never approve

-one day her family comes to here and excitedly proclaims that she is betrothed to Kamisato Ayato and are so happy about the honor and status it's brought her family

-reader is obviously devastated and entrusts with Itto what happened, reader is married to Ayato and although he was kind and didn't force her to do anything she didn't want to, he didn't seem all too invested in this marriage either

-itto and reader continue meeting up in secret and reader low-key feels guilty that she's technically cheating on her husband and even if she didn't want this in the beginning no one deserves to be betrayed like that

-reader makes a decision to tell Ayato about her relationship with Itto, only to find him and Thoma being romantic with each other (this is awkward)

-eventually everything is talked through and there are apologies and laughs about the whole ordeal(no hard feelings and everyone understands the feeling of being scared to be open about their relationships due to public opinion, head commissioner with a lowly housekeeper?! the disgrace!)

-Ayato explains the reason behind such a rushed marriage was because with (insert national/international conflict here that he has to partake in) and Ayaka not being interested in marriage at all(which is perfectly fine in his eyes) it's up to him to make sure there's an heir for the Kamisato clan as his life is most definitely going to be in danger

-idk where it would go from here, but no one in this story is malicious and I'm sure Ayato, reader, Thoma, Ayaka, and Itto team up to make a plan to quell the threat and solve everybody's issues

Childe:

-Childe finds himself getting romantically attached to a prostitute he frequently spends time with, however the last thing he wants is another personal relationship put in harm's way

Itto again:

-reader and Itto being discriminated against cause he's an oni, he feels awful for being the cause of reader having to go through this

-reader explains how they don't mind and they knew what they were getting into, how others bigoted minds aren't his fault etc.

-a big fluff fic

Yae Miko:

-Modern AU

reader has an on and off relationship with Miko and is very flirtatious, they like to see Miko's reactions when she gets jealous

-one day either Miko has enough or reader goes too far in their "make her jealous" attempts and shit hits the fan

Kazuha:

-the friend trio was Tomo, Kazuha, and reader

-reader and Tomo were very close, practically lovers at the time of his death

-Kazuha has to relay the terrible news to them and they breakdown, Kazuha hides out in Inazuma for a bit trying to stay on the down-low, it's during this time that reader and Kazuha start getting closer

-Kazuha starts to get feelings for the heartbroken reader and feels guilty because they were Tomo's partner

-Kazuha eventually has to leave the country and reader is left alone in Inazuma

-Kazuha returns during the Irodori Festival and sees a familiar face in the crowd of civilians hanging out with Yoimiya

Kuki Shinobu:

-inspired by the song "Jenny" by Studio Killers

-fem!reader is best friends with Kuki, reader has started going out with Itto

-Shinobu and reader later runaway together leaving behind the cares of the past knowing they would probably be figuratively crucified by those they were close to

Kaeya and Diluc:

-m!reader and Kaeya share a drink at the bar

-trio is Diluc, Kaeya, and reader

-I do lowkey love Love triangle tropes

-reader gets close to both men separately and slowly uncovers the story of their separation from each other being conflicted as to who's right or wrong while also catching feelings for both

Kaeya:

-m!reader

-Yuri on Ice but with reader and Kaeya basically

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rockintapper · 5 days

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the um

te sec2ond one

ok so basically i say whar i think about rhythm heavem chatacters. starting with Tengoku brcuase why nawt

readmore ebcuase this posr long as hell!!!!! please work this time

karate joe: hi kasper the he <3 i wana hug him,

hair vegetables: what Thr fcuk

sarge: idk. attention march

squadmates: petar

air batter AIRBATTERR 💕💞💕💞💕💕💞💕💞💕💕💞💕💞💕💞💞💕💞

space umpire: perpetual smiler

the clappy trio: your sequel stinks!!!! /sillay i love your wigs

sneaky spirits: get bow and arrow'd l plud ratio /j

samurai steve: hi sage hes really cool actual6 #chilling

yokai (the thingies the samurai slices): pe uliar little cratures. up to no good

rats: thr cheese

ms. whiskers: THE FIRST CAT EVER!!!!!!!!!!!

sick beats doctor/dr. cutlery: hes vibing ong. why do you hsve an endless game

thr viruses: leav that litlle guy alone >:(!!!!!!!

yellow organism (sick beats): little guye :) dj yelo

the donpans: theyre all dating your honor

yagura-chan: spiteful luttle child i love her. may she grow up and pan

mahou tsukai: hi rocket The WIZARB!!!! magic autism

ojou-chan: flowers autism

the monster (wizard's waltz): STOP EATING MY PLANTS

pengiuns (showtime): yhe dillays i love them they deerve the worl

monkey (showtime): i just read about him. gonna make him explode now

rabbit: boing boing boing boing boing b

tram and pauline/poline: hi cheese THE FOXES the foxes ever hth foxes ever the

space gramps: i widh he was my grangpa 💔 /j

space dancers: pa-pa-pa-PUNCH! put some respect on my boys plea

q maou: AAGH. AAH. AAHHG. AG

contestant: hi 56 hes. hes jist like me frfr /hj

play-yan: hi sunny i really liek. his uh level. minigame. wharever it s called its like. really calming. unless im Going for a Perfect!

mini chounin (power caligraphy): the dancing dancers

akai mono (polyrhythm): i uh. i dont have anything about these thangs. what

RAPMEN: YO. SANJI DESUKA

urakata aki to ki (bouncy road): my children. i love them. i would Kill for th

spheroids (bouncy road): you have a page? on the rh wiki? what?

ninja and the lord (ninja no shison/ninja bodyguard): augh

toss boys: hi ninety The toss bous. they hehheeh3he hugs ao-kun

yuka: YIPPR YIPEEE YIPEE YIPEEEE YIPEEEOEIRIRJ HI T YUKAIEJEBE ^_^ totally isnt dating a tall tapper shes totally not dating a tall ta /lie

giraffe: dont fucking look at me like that

tanaka (ninja reincarnate): AAHHHHHAHAHAEHRHDSHSHEHD /VPOS I LOVE HIM IDK WHERE THIS LOVE FOR HIM CAME FROM BUT I LOVR HIM

kanojo: ypure in good hands. mostly. (cant get the fast part of ninja reincarnate)

waru mono (ninja reincarnate): w,,ario?? w

soshiSOSHIIIIIIII SSOHIIIIII SOSIIOOII SOSHIII EOSBSISI SHSOHSHSIJSSOSHUSII SHSOOSIUSHISJS SOOHSIIII SOSHIII SSOSHISJEOWSHIWJEOWJWJSJSSJEJESK SOSHSISB SSOSHHS

cosmic girl: Rude™ (/hc). may also be the commander in amrching oerders 2,

cosmic dancers: space dancers HATE THEM! /silly

TH RAPP WOEMNEKENENNE kan sbejebdjeTHR RPA WOMRN THEJEBR YURIIIIIIIII JRIIII YUEIII YUIII!!! YHRIIII hi cheese

MAN-K: mN i lovr him hes so cool dud e whaha

biribiriuo (night walk 2): STOP ELECTROCUTING PLAY YAN 💔💔💔💔

usamimi maki sensei: i love the face she makes whe n i press a button too earlu/late. may also be cosmic girl

space rabbits: ive seen you in waroiware.... pets yu

buta-san (tengoku remix 7): pigy :]

barista: i hc his voice is jasmine wright's from the rh iceberg

people at the café: only (canon) black person in the entire series helooo

neko machine: meow. meow. meow.meow owah owah mah? mah? o-mah? m

honse machien: wha,

love-san: suki (cheering)

mr. upbeat: hi tomano tucking him in giving him a goodnight kiss and a glass of milk <3

mannequin; i wonder what game yoyll be in the futue

anata: hi 56 i love his goofy ass smile go girl give us everything

drum girls: wait whered they come fro

samurai drummer: no way. it Tsunk

samurai drummer's band: i did not know you existed hello??

oba-chan: protect. protect. protect.

pwner: Kill. Kill. Kill Kill. Kill. Kill. Ki

producer: who tf are you? what? wait lemme rrad about yo7 furst

im back. music autism

ok thats all the characters in rhythm tengok!!! thanks for Did yiu read all of tjis? zamn!! congrats dude /gn

#long post #rhythm tengoku #rhythm heaven

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Hhssfhshds okie you actually broke me with that last line

“You want mean? I’ll give you mean”

By the time she’s done, Wednesday can’t even speak anymore, all dumbed out and can barely use her limbs. Enid just walks in to see Wednesday curled up tight against the vampire and just smirks like “Yeah, didn’t think all that teasing was gonna go over well, or maybe it did, hm Wends?” and just the softest little babbles come out from the Raven and Yoko and Enid just giggle softly before Enid undresses then lays behind Wednesday, holding her tightly and softly scratching her scalp, coaxing the shortest of the trio to sleep before getting a little too into a heated make out session with Yoko mmmmmmmmmmmm

Also, saw anon’s little thing that was apparently inspired by little old me? Wow, I’m honored and DAMN I absolutely love that idea. Just the three going at it into the late hours of the night, Enid and Yoko eventually making a little bet about who can make Wednesday tap out first, whoever wins gets to mark Wednesday wherever they want.

Wednesday’s obviously a little embarrassed and would be upset about the other two just deciding to use her body as a prize,,,, IF it didn’t almost make her cum again right on the spot, also noticed by Enid & Yoko who just laugh and decide to use that little nugget of knowledge for later use

Also, I promise, you’ll be the first to know whenever I finish writing!

Thank you 🥺🥺🥺 please tag me 🖤

Also with all of this fucking and punishing the cute, little raven, I love the after care you have for Yoko and Wednesday. While Yoko can be an aggressive dom? She also wants to make sure she’s okay and that she can take everything she’s given.

I love the idea Wednesday curling up to Yoko and nuzzling on her. Yoko kissing her head and pulling her in closer. Yoko would also be very reassuring and caring.

“Wednesday, I love you. Okay? You know that”

“Of course I know that, Yoko”

“I know you do but I’m reminding you. You’re perfect, and you did an amazing job, baby. I’m so proud of you. Come here.”

Yoko shares a kiss with the raven

“Are you a good girl?”

“I’m a good girl.”

“Are you a good girl?”

“Yes, baby. I’m a good girl”

I do love the idea of Enid and Yoko betting on who can make her tap out. But I also think Enid would want them to bet who can keep up with her the longest. Between the two of them. Wednesday just loves being a submissive little thing to these two.

Also this is how I imagine Yoko and Enid sharing Wednesday 🥺

I gotta commission an artist to redraw this with the trio

#rachelsfav queer #wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair #enid sinclair #the addams family #Yoko Tanaka #wednesday netlfix #wednesday netflix #netflix wednesday #yoko x wednesday #yoko and wednesday

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Pictured above: On the left, the first poster that was used to promote ROH Final Battle back in late october. On the right, the current version of that poster about a month later. We're just under 20 days until the event and I can't help but wonder how many more faces are going to change on this graphic between now and then.

I must say that I have been more or less enjoying Ring of Honor since it was purchased by Tony Khan and folded into the AEW tent. It's pretty light on promos or storylines, which is not terrible, and results in a far higher quantity of just pretty dang good wrestling, not to mention, probably the best women's division that is being utilized by Mr. Khan & co.

The fact that ROH is actually pretty good is why I've been getting really pissed off with how they seem to treat it as the embarrassing step sibling to AEW. Over the past year, more and more frequently AEW has made incredibly liberal use of ROH belts for their own promotion, to the point of making them seem fairly worthless.

I loved the MJF/Adam Cole bromance as much as the next guy, and them winning the tag belts (at an AEW ppv) was a fine decision, and could have been a way to kind of elevate the status of the titles... if Adam Cole hadn't busted his ankle. Now they've been treating the ROH tag team championship like it's their property and have just refused to let them lose it because what, it would be unfair if Adam couldn't defend his title? So what's the answer? They just get to have their reign artificially extended indefinitely, meanwhile every tag team in ROH can just kind of fuck themselves?

Then it seemed almost as a follow-up to Better than you Bay Bay winning those titles, the Hung Bucks got to dethrone the Embassy for the trios belts (on an episode of AEW), which they held on to for just long enough to be included in the promotional art for Final Battle before just dropping the belts directly back to the Embassy again. What an utter waste of a reign.

Then, after MONTHS of building up Dalton Castle as the heir in waiting to the ROH TV Championship, with the promise of a Castle vs Samoa Joe rematch, they instead just have Joe, the KING OF TELEVISION unceremoniously forfeit his title (on an episode of AEW) and now our promised clash of Dalton and Joe just isn't going to happen, and allegedly there's supposed to be a tournament or something to see who gets to claim the vacated title, but it's been like 3 weeks and zero mention of who gets the shot at that belt or when.

Then, Eddie Kingston(who defeated Claudio to become ROH world Champion on an episode of AEW) just gets to go ahead and put the ROH World Championship up as a prize for the fucking Continental Classic tournament, which is exclusively happening during AEW tv shows, featuring amost exclusively AEW roster. Which ends at the next AEW ppv, World's End on December 30th.

And the latest utter bullshit example of the ROH titles being thrown around like a prize from a gumball machine, with less than a week's worth of build up to the match, Wheeler Yuta, the charisma vacuum, defeats Katsuyori Shibata for the ROH Pure championship (on an episode of AEW) And before anyone um actually's me, I know that Shibata had to go back to Japan for personal reasons, but the handling of this title change was lazy and serves as another example of how little of a shit they seem to give about ROH as a promotion.

Every single ROH title win since like, May has happened on a televised AEW program. Neither Better Than You Bay Bay or The Hung Bucks ever once defended their Ring of Honor titles on Ring of Honor. No member of Ring Of Honor's roster has ever gotten to win an AEW belt and represent it on ROH. It's a completely one-way street where all the biggest stars in AEW, main eventers like MJF, The Young Bucks, Eddie Kingston, get to win ROH titles as a way to make them seem important, but nobody from ROH ever gets to be put over by defeating them.

Of the SIX championships ROH has, Three are currently unavailable to any ROH competitors. The World Championship is now a door prize for an AEW tournament, which means Eddie presumably will not be defending it at Final Battle. And even if he does, he's guaranteed to retain so that it can then be given to the winner of the Continental Classic. Or, some shmuck wins it from him only to have to forfeit it to the winner of said tournament. The ROH TV Championship is in limbo. no one possesses it and can't until they announce some kind of gimmick match to see who gets it. And the ROH Tag Team championship is a big shrug emoji. MJF tore his shoulder at Full Gear, so in all likelihood, he's losing his AEW World Championship to Samoa Joe at World's end. But are they going to bother having him and a mystery partner defend the ROH belts at Final Battle? Given that entirely zero top guys from AEW ever dirty themselves by appearing on ROH, I would be shocked if MJF set foot in an ROH ring. More than likely, he's going to have to do a solo defence again on an episode of Dynamite and lose, or maybe he and Adam Cole will just forfeit the titles and we'll have another stupid tournament or royal rumble to fill more empty belts.

Of the remaining three belts, only the Women's World Championship title is ever regularly defended on ROH. The Embassy are currently on leave because Gates of Agony are in some NJPW tag team event. And Wheeler Yuta only appears on ROH to do Pure Rules squash matches and even then only if he's being used for a replacement pure champ.

Quite frankly Athena is carrying the entire promotion on her god damn shoulders and frankly she does not get nearly the respect she deserves for doing so. She has single handedly made the ROH Women's championship feel like a more important title than either the AEW Women's Championship or the TBS Championship.

They've updated this poster for the event every time one of these titles has changed hands since they first announced it and I really can't help but wonder if it was all just to try and drum up hype and try and trick some people into early ticket sales because frankly I'd ask for my money back at this point between what this event was originally advertised as vs what it's looking like now, vs how it's going to look in 2 weeks.

In short, Tony Khan, please stop treating Ring of Honor like the red headed step child to AEW. It just makes the entire promotion and all the talented wrestlers who work there seem like fucking chumps who just weren't good enough to move up to the big leagues. You're squandering so many good names by stealing belts from ROH to use as fucking accessories to guys who are already in incredibly safe positions.

Like, incredibly unfair to like, Top Flight, The Workhorsemen, Iron Savages, even the fucking Outrunners that none of them have been able to get a shot at those titles because TK or MJF or whoever are unwilling to make their big names lose to the fucking nobodies in ROH?

Incredibly unfair to set up Dalton Castle as the next in line for the TV Belt but then have him go and job to fucking Nick Wayne on AEW.

Why the fuck would anyone want to spend 15 dollars a month subscribing to Honor Club to watch a show that is treated like shit by it's own promotion? Like, ROH used to mean something? Some of the biggest names in the industry got their start there, but it's hardly a place for new, young talent to be able to make a name for themselves when it's just being treated like the kids table for AEW.

#wrestling #pro wrestling #professional wrestling #rant #ROH #Ring of Honor #AEW #all elite wrestling #tony khan #Honor club #MJF #Eddie Kingston #Athena #Katsuyori Shibata #wheeler yuta #The Hung Bucks #The Embassy #ROH Final Battle #ROH Athena

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The Truth to Light: Chapter 2

(oh my goddd this was supposed to be a drabble. why am i writing a three part fic? lexx, stop it, bad lexx)

Side Hoes Week day 2: Wes Weston, Revenge Characters: Wes, Tucker WC: 1494

[chapter one]

[ao3]

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“What are you gonna do if he loses?”

Tucker turned around, trying to not let the annoyance show through. One of these days he’d be able to walk by Wes Weston without hearing a comment, but today wasn’t one of those days. Though interestingly, Weston was far less…gloat-y than Tucker thought he would be.

Maybe it was the video. Maybe finally seeing all the horrors on screen was enough to humble him. Maybe the stupid redhead was finally realizing how recklessly he had been acting, trying to expose Danny for the past two years.

But instead of shutting the hell up, Weston had now taken to lurking around and trying to have “secret” conversations with Sam and Tucker. As if he had been in on their trio the whole time.

Hah. As if.

Weston leaned against the brick wall and bit into the apple in his hand. His green eyes were steeled on Tucker, and the determination on his face was reminiscent of a cheesy spy movie. The situation itself was so stereotypical, Tucker would have found it comical a few months ago. But then again, it was hard to find anything humorous lately.

“So?” Weston said through a mouthful of apple. He swallowed, then continued, “You gonna go after the Ghost Investigation Ward?”

Tucker had to refrain from letting out his hundredth exasperated sigh that month from talking to Weston. “And how exactly would I do that?”

Weston, it seemed, had no reservations about letting out a huff himself. He pushed off the brick wall, tossing the bitten apple in his hand. “Foley, I’m not a fucking idiot. I know what your little side hobby is.”

“You honestly don’t know anything about me.”

“Oh, and so I bet that mechanical ghost just happened to hack his own system for a year? And all Technus’ world domination attempts just happened to get shut down by themselves?”

“I’ve heard Phantom was pretty good at his job. Maybe he got a lucky shot.”

Weston rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. Because Fenton is known for being such a programming genius.”

Tucker folded his arms over his chest. Play stupid, just play stupid. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t?” Weston said lightly through his glaring eyes. He snatched the apple out of the air mid-toss and stalked over to Tucker, jabbing his finger into his chest. This close, Tucker could smell the deodorant Weston had sprayed on his body after basketball practice. “The rest of this school may think it was just Danny, but I know all about your double life too. You can’t fool me. I know you didn’t make the honor roll last year through any real academic merits.”

“Maybe I’m just smarter than you think, Weston.”

“Oh, I know you’re smarter than everyone else thinks. Trust me.” He took a step back and tore out another chunk of the apple. “And I know you played a bigger role in your little secret trio ghost fighting club than anyone knows.”

Tucker glanced around knowing that everyone had left the school property long ago. He would have been long gone too, had he not needed to make up this English exam. But it was worth it. He needed to appear in court for Danny. He had worked too damn hard to get his friend out of that hellhole, and he would never forgive himself if he let school get in the way of this rescue operation now.

With the assurance they were truly alone, he finally dropped his shoulders and hissed, “So what if I did? You gonna go tattle to the government?”

“No…” Weston’s gaze finally flickered away from Tucker. “But I’m just wondering what you’re going to do if he loses the trial.”

“He’s not going to lose.”

“He might.”

“He won’t,” Tucker said. “He can’t. I worked—I—he can’t lose. He can’t.”

Weston’s keen perception and ability to get under Tucker’s skin were all too annoying. “So you’ve already done something, then?”

“Yeah, Weston, it’s called spending weeks trapped in a room with lawyers being hounded by questions about my best friend. The fuck did you think I’ve been up to?”

“As I said, I’m not an idiot. You’re a hacker. What sort of revenge have you been planning?”

God, Tucker could scream. Did this moron actually think that just because he waited for Tucker after school, that suddenly meant all secrets would be revealed?

They weren’t even friends! They had never been friends! Just because Weston figured out who Danny was, didn’t mean shit!

But he forced his anger back down, he forced that urge to punch Weston in his stupid freckled face down, he forced his shaking fists into his hoodie pockets. “I haven’t planned anything, dumbass. Why would I risk Danny’s freedom like that?”

“Because you know the government is never going to give him up. He’s too powerful. You know this.”

He did know this.

“Judges don’t care what the stupid Guys in White want.”

“They don’t?” Weston said. “Huh, that’s news to me. I didn’t know the US Judicial system was so flawless. Better go correct the history books, then.” He made a big show of biting into his apple, chomping loudly as he said through a muddled jaw, “I guess the government will just have to give up a massive bio-weapon and unlimited source of ecto-energy when some random judge asks them nicely to hand Phantom over. I’m sure it’ll go over well.”

The urge to punch Weston in the face was growing stronger by the second.

“Whatever, Wes,” Tucker bit out. “If you’re just gonna be a dick, then I’m done talking to you. Unlike you, I actually have things to do. Like, you know, saving my friend’s life.”

“No, come on.” Weston grabbed Tucker’s arm, who didn’t hesitate to rip himself out of Weston’s grip. “Listen, I know you’re planning some sort of revenge against the GIW. Come on, I can help.”

“I’m not planning anything,” Tucker reiterated. Mentally, he noted that it was because he’d already done it by releasing the videos. “And even if I were, I’d never tell you.”

“I can be useful. Admit it, the fact that I figured out who Danny really was two years before anyone else did? That was impressive.”

Tucker snorted. “Sure, and we can forget the part where you stalked us trying to out Danny and sell him to the government. What’s wrong, Weston, feeling a bit of buyer’s remorse?” He whirled back around to face the other boy. “You got your wish, didn’t you? You spent years trying to sell him out to the Guys in White, and guess what? Eventually, they got him! And then the videos came out and it turned out, you were fucking right about Danny being a halfa. Wes was right all fucking along! So congrats, Wes, truly. You got your wish. Now go celebrate with someone else and leave me alone.”

When Weston finally said nothing in return, Tucker let the anger fade. The fists in his pocket uncurled, and the tightness in his neck released. He sighed and toed the patchy grass. “My best friend was kidnapped, dude. I don’t really care about your guilt or whatever it is you’re feeling. I’m just trying to get him back.” His voice cracked at the end, but he didn’t care anymore.

Tucker wasn’t some macho, tough guy. He was just a sixteen-year-old geek who liked to fool around with computer programs and play video games with his friends on the weekend. He didn’t want all…this.

But he didn’t have a choice.

“Just leave me alone,” Tucker said.

“Foley…listen, I’m sorry, okay? And—and you don’t need to recruit me. But you’re gonna have to think of something. The government’s never going to let Danny go. The videos were good, but they won’t be good enough. This isn’t the first time torture has been uncovered by the federal government.”

Tucker continued staring at the ground. He knew this…he really did…but…

“The public pressure,” he tried.

“It won’t matter.”

Tucker gnawed at his lip. “This isn’t about revenge, Weston.”

“Okay, fine. But you’ll still have to do something. And correct me if I’m wrong, but based on what you’ve already done, I don’t think this will be too challenging for you.”

Surprise flickered through Tucker, but before he could process what Weston was talking about, the taller teen had already grabbed his backpack and shouldered past him.

“Just think about it, okay?”

And then Weston was strolling to the parking lot, whistling with an ease that suggested nothing but pure innocence. Like he hadn’t just spent the past few minutes conspiring with Tucker.

Leaving Tucker standing there, alone, stunned.

Had Wes really…?

But no. No one knew about that.

Danny would be fine. Tucker had done enough. He had to have. What more could he give? What more could he do to get Danny out of there?

There was nothing else…right?

Right?

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chapter 1 / chapter 3

#danny phantom #dp side hoes week 2023 #phicc #my writing #wes weston

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Obligatory Beach Episode

(Dawn of the final day, and I fucking made it, baby! I didn’t get the chance to draw any mers, but I got this out at least. I hope this is good enough, though I know Azul didn’t have much of a role in this. Maybe one day I’ll write the poor boy something just for him.

Anyways! Happy Mermay!)

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TW/CW: Vore mention, near drowning

“Is it too late to say I hate the beach?” Syn grimaced as they felt more grains of sand worm into their sneakers.

Unlike them, Azul and the twins were undeterred by the beach edge with Jade looking back at them with an amused smile.

“Pray tell, why are you joining us then?” he asked, hand to his chin. They didn’t miss the way he and Floyd shared a glance, the latter grinning widely to show off his sharp teeth.

“Yeah, Little Shrimpy,” Floyd slowed his pace enough to hover beside Syn, leaning down with his hands in his swim trunk pockets while they tilted away from his intentional looming. “Why’re you joining us?”

“YOU,” Syn growled, planting their hands on his upper arm and trying to shove him away. The eel man let himself be pushed to the side with a snicker, lazily straightening from his playful stumble. “Know exactly why I’m joining, you absolute twat muffin.”

The slightly taller twin had pounded on the already rickety door of Ramshackle until Syn opened it, at which point they had been promptly picked up and squeezed by him. He had said that he and Jade were going swimming, and that he really, really, REALLY wanted them to join, and if they refused then he’d just ‘have to find Crabby or take Baby Seal’. That fucking cat was their weakness, and the twins knew it.

“You’re more than welcome to head back. Though, I’m not sure if Floyd or Jade would let that happen,” Azul said. “You should be honored that you’re being let into the private beach area reserved for the Housewarden. If it wasn’t at the twins request, I’d be charging you for such an experience, you know.”

Despite the twins wearing only ocean themed swim trunks, and flip flops in Jade’s case, the light-gray haired man had swim trunks in the Octavinelle colors and a button-up short-sleeved shirt with a tentacle design. Syn didn’t question it or make a comment when they’d been dragged over. After all, they were wearing their own oversized swim trunks, a baggy T-shirt, and binder (meant for swimming and exercise, of course).

“Right, honored,” Syn replied, following the trio around a corner of outcropping rocks where the rocky cliffs around the area curled around a bay. The private Housewarden beach. Glancing at the water warily, they asked, “There’s no Stonefish or Cigarette Snails, right? I’m not liable to take one bad step and die to a Man of War, right?”

“Worry not,” Jade spoke up, striding up to a section of beach and placing down a bag of items he’d brought. Towels and extra swim trunks peeked out from the open zipper, with the glint of something else that Syn wasn’t nosy enough to care about. He turned to smirk at the lone human. “Aside from us, all the marine life in Octavinelle is harmless and tame compared to the actual variety that resides in real oceans.”

“Yeah, can’t have random students and visitors going in the water and potentially suing the school if a little barracuda bites them,” Floyd snapped his jaws slightly to accentuate his point. “Besides, even if you get stung, we can totally try the human thing and pee on it.”

“Piss on me, and I cut your dick off,” Syn said, crossing their arms over their chest. “Besides, that doesn’t work.”

“It doesn’t? Oh, well.” Floyd shrugged, before stretching and loudly adding, “Enough chit-chat, let’s get in the water already!”

Syn had forgotten that, while this was a magical world/dimension unlike their own, clothes just didn’t meld when merpeople changed form. They were reminded rather suddenly as Floyd whooped and TORE off his swim trunks, charging into the water as his skin began to change color. That explained the extra trunks in Jade’s bag.

Of course, they quickly averted their gaze on instinct, raising a hand to the side of their face to block the ocean from their peripherals and tried to ignore the startled redness that they could feel on their face. Jade chuckled at them but thankfully walked out of their field of view while a large splash was caused by Floyd behind them. Without much else to look at, their eyes fell on Azul, who sat on one of a few beach chairs they hadn’t really noticed with his own small bag of items.

“So, remind me. Why do you come to the beach if you’re not getting in the water,” Syn asked, ignoring the sound of water being displaced.

“Because,” Azul raised an eyebrow at their question. He pulled out a business book from his bag and settled in the chair. “As Jade and Floyd insisted, time away from the office is required to keep one’s efficiency and work ethic high.”

“You were dragged here too, weren’t you?”

Azul’s face purpled slightly in embarrassment, but he was saved from having to reply by Jade.

“Oh, Prefect. You’re welcome to look now. We’re ‘decent’ by human standards,” the man called out, amusement still lining his voice.

“Thank you,” Syn called back, lowering their hand from their face and looking to the ocean. They could see Jade floating a little ways from the beach, probably where it was deep enough to allow his lengthy tail room. Floyd wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but they tried to now concern themself with the fact since they didn’t plan on going very deep and would see the more rambunctious twin before he could reach them.

They gave a glance back to Azul, but he’d taken the opportunity to bury his face in his book, making them shrug and walk to the water’s edge. Absentmindedly, they started looking for shells to fill their swim trunk pockets. Maybe they’d find a scallop or something else curious in the shallows.

Syn walked along the edge of the beach for several minutes, occasionally crouching to get a better look at the shells that lined the shallow sands. They weren’t abundant enough to carpet the sand, but there was still a very good amount of shells to look through. Picking through a few more flat shells, they grabbed a small conch shell and saw the legs of a hermit crab retreat inside.

“Oh shit. My bad little guy,” they murmured quietly despite knowing the creature wouldn’t understand them at all.

“LITTLE SHRIMPY!”

“AAAH!” Syn cried out in surprise at a violent splash nearby, falling back in the water and flinging the poor hermit crab deeper into the water. Floyd had breached the water about six feet away where they sat, his head and shoulders out of the water as he glowered at them from the slightly deeper water, ‘standing’ on his arms while his tail drifted behind him. “Floyd, what the fuck?!”

“You said you were gonna come swimming with us, but all you’ve done is look at shells,” the eel man whined, grabbing one of the shells and chucking it to the side. “It’s BORING waiting for you to finish!”

“Hey, I said I would ‘go to the beach’ with you guys,” Syn stood up and tried to shake off as much water from themself as they could. They hadn’t really planned to actually get any deeper than their thighs, maximum. “I never told you I was going SWIMMING, and you agreed to those terms when you dragged me out here.”

Floyd glared at them, teeth baring in a displeased scowl at the word trickery. A snort from Azul in the beach chairs drew both Floyd and Syn’s attention for a moment before Jade popped up right beside his brother, an almost impressed expression on his face.

“Oh dear,” Jade chuckled, looking sideways at Floyd. “Seems like they’ve learned how to be careful with their promises.”

“Don’t make it sound like you guys didn’t have a hand in that,” Syn crossed their arms over their chest and raised an eyebrow at the twins. From personal experience, if they didn’t word certain things properly, they were VERY liable to be taken advantage of in this school by a fair number of people. Including the three accompanying them right now.

“That doesn’t matter!” Floyd’s tail slapped out of the water to smack back down onto Jade’s, unhappy with Jade comment. “What matters is I ‘persuaded’ Little Shrimpy to come, and they’re not even getting in the water!”

“You know, tell you what,” Syn bent down and splashed a wave towards Floyd to get his attention, the eel man giving them a look that would probably have them ready to bolt if he wasn’t currently restricted by circumstance. Hell, he tried to thrash closer and scowled when they stepped back. Placing their hands on their hips they declared, “I’ll join you guys deeper in the water.”

Floyd’s glower quickly gave way to an excitable grin, but they raised their hand before he could get too happy about it.

“IF,” they stressed the word with a growing smug smile. “Azul changes into his merform.”

Both the twins eyes widened in surprise at their ‘terms’, but what caught Syn’s attention was Azul behind them.

“WHAT?” he asked, quickly looking up from his business book to give them a startled look.

“But that’ll NEVER happen!” Floyd exclaimed, flopping onto his side with a hearty splash that drew Syn’s attention back to him and glaring at them.

“Exactly,” they gave a shit-eating grin and crossed their arms over their chest, narrowing their eyes at having the upper hand for once against the man. They could never get away with being so brazen when he was more than willing to lift them off the ground and stick them in a rafter. So confident in their standing, they placed a hand to their chest and smugly added, “I know you fuckers inside and out at this point! And while I might not know everything about you guys, I know that there’s no way in HELL that-.”

“I’ll do it.”

Syn froze, their brain short-circuiting for a few seconds because they were INCREDIBLY caught off guard by the interjection by the mer-octopus still human on the beach chairs. Very quickly, a rush of adrenaline and panic flooded through them as they whirled around and exclaimed, “You’ll WHAT?!”

Azul blinked in slight surprise at their reaction, but smiled back with his own slightly mischievous expression as he repeated, “I said, ‘I’ll do it’.”

“What do you mean ‘you’ll do it’,” they asked, mind in denial at having their foolproof ultimatum crumble around them so easily. Denial gave way to anger. “Didn’t you fucking say that you hated your merform after your overblot, even though I tried to tell you that it looked good, and you were like ‘Noo, no one needs to see me like that’?!”

“I did,” Azul’s ears tinged purple and Syn worried for a moment that they went a bit far, but he brushed it off as he continued. “But the look on your face as you lose a supposedly surefire gamble is priceless. Besides, Floyd still wants to play with you, and if you make him wait until the twins are out of the water, you’ll regret it.”

“Hell yeah!” A series of loud splashes preceded two hands grabbing their wrist as Floyd took advantage of their shock. They jolted and looked down in surprise, the eel grinning toothily up at them. “Now you have to join us, Little Shrimpy!”

“Floyd!” Syn yelped in panicked surprise as the man started to use his lengthy tail to drag himself back towards the water deeper than their knees, dragging them along with, the water going from shin to thigh height too fast for their liking. Jade floated behind Floyd where he was staring at them like a cat patiently waiting for a mouse to venture closer. “Stop grabbing my arm! He hasn’t even changed y-ET!”

They cried out as Floyd yanked their arm with enough force that they fell back into the water.

Salt water surged over them quicker than they could even think of trying to take a breath, the environment a blur of shades of blue and yellow as they were dragged deeper into the water. There were other colors, probably from coral or wildlife, but this metaphorical train wasn't stopping to let them take in anything. They didn't realize how fast the eels could be despite having 'ridden' with them in Scarabia that one time.

Syn was being pulled so fast that they couldn't even really try to do anything but focus on how their lungs hurt or how their ears popped several times with a change in pressure. They wondered if Floyd understood that humans didn't thrive under the water or if he was trying to kill them.

By the time everything slowed down to allow them a glimpse of colorful corals and what looked like a cave entrance surrounded by a shipwreck, they found themself choking back a breath, several bubbles escaping their lips as their lungs ached for air that was dozens of meters above at this point. Even if they could try to wriggle out of Floyd’s sharp-nailed grasp, they’d never reach the surface in time to catch their breath and strength.

Floyd let go of their arm and drifted in front of them, talking animatedly. But, his voice was muffled and they couldn’t focus on anything but his face, watching his expression fall a bit as Jade swam into view and said something to him.

Syn’s vision began to spot and darken at the edges, closing their eyes against the pain in their chest from lack of oxygen. They tried to bite their lip to keep what little air they had in their lungs but they couldn’t stop the involuntary whine that left their throat with the last of their air.

Something was pressed to their lips and they inhaled-drank a concoction that spilled into their mouth, gagging a bit at the vaguely familiar taste from it that they couldn’t quite place.

After a couple of seconds, they coughed and tried to push the unknown bottle away, coughing and panting as it was batted away from their mouth. It took them several seconds to realize that, not only could they breathe now, but they could focus on the voices nearby. They realized Azul had followed the twins and them.

“-ou trying to kill them?!”

“I thought they could handle a bit of time under the water,” Floyd’s voice cut through their consciousness as they shook off their daze and confusion. He had his arms crossed over his chest when they managed to focus, obviously unhappy under Azul's scrutiny, who floated beside him. "It's not my fault they can't go a few minutes without air."

"Remember, Floyd," Jade spoke up, shaking his head in amusement like his brother had made a minor mistake rather than almost drowned someone. "Humans are embarrassingly weak in the water, and Syn doesn't even have magic."

"I can hear you, asshole," Syn hissed, finishing their coughing fit with a weak glare at the eel. They tried to ignore the anxiety that came with seeing just how lengthy both of the twins were.

"Oh? Dear me, that wasn't meant for your ears," Jade replied, giving them a coy smile.

“Sure it wasn’t,” they scowled, much to the amusement of him. They yelped as Floyd moved in a blur of teal, finding themself feeling like they were suffocating once again as he used his lengthy tail to wrap around their waist and legs, crushing them with both arms and tail. “F-Floyd!”

“Heehee, now that you’re fine, we can show you around!” the rambunctious eel exclaimed right by their ear, pressing his cheek against theirs and giving them a small squeeze.

“I’m not gonna be fine if you keep crushing me!”

“And I can show you some of my favorite tunnels and caves,” Jade added, drifting in front of them and making them feel like being in an enclosed space with him was a worse idea than just being in the water with both eels lurking around.

“At least have the sense to give them SOME kind of reprieve before you two torment them some more,” Azul sighed, looking exasperated and a bit out of breath. If Syn thought about it, he must have had to do the octopus equivalent of an impressive sprint to catch up with Floyd. “And please remember that the water-breathing potion lasts five hours, so don’t try to keep them in some sort of hiding spot to keep them here.”

“Is that an actual concern I should have?!” Syn asked, the thought of being KIDNAPPED not really crossing their mind. They didn’t think Jade would actually do it, but Floyd was so much of a wild card that part of them felt like that fit him a little bit too much.

“Aww, Little Shrimpy can handle a bit of playing,” Floyd replied to Azul, Syn’s question entirely ignored. Still, he thankfully uncoiled from around them, letting them drift to the seafloor as he swam to a piece of broken wreckage sticking out of the sand and draped on the wood.

“Thank you,” they sighed in relief at being released, able to take a deep ‘breath’. Looking at Azul, they asked, “Do you usually carry around a bottle of water-breathing?”

“No. I added it to my bag when I found out Floyd went to Ramshackle to get you.”

“Ah. Yeah, that tracks,” Syn glanced to the side at the eel in question, who just flashed them a toothy grin from his perch. They just glared at him for a second before turning their attention back to Azul. They couldn’t help but glance him over, restraining their intrigue to avoid being weird or out of line. They were intrigued about the twins as well, but they hadn’t wanted to get overly curious for several reasons. “Thanks for packing that. Guess I owe you for that since the deal was just to go in the water and you turn into yourself. Look good though.”

“Think nothing of it,” the octo-mer replied, placing a hand to his chest smugly as he took in their thanks now that the threat of them dying wasn’t in the cards currently. “I’m generous enough to not place you in my debt for such an item.”

“You’re just saying I don’t owe you because Floyd almost drowned me,” they snorted, yelping when Jade leaned over their shoulder and stopped them from jolting away by blocking their other side with his tail. They hadn’t even realized the eel drifted from view at some point.

“Come now,” he said, black streak of hair drifting by the side of their face with his proximity. The already cool water felt colder with a chill of dread down their spine. “While Floyd can get a little overzealous, you don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re able to handle far more than you realize.”

“I think that you’re giving me TOO much credit and both of you are going to kill me one day. Either on purpose or accident, depending on which one does it,” Syn retorted, trying to see if they could slip from between Jade and his tail out to more open water.

“Mmmm, perhaps,” Jade noticed and shifted his tail closer to them, placing a hand on their shoulder to keep them in place. He didn’t coil around them or do anything, but he didn’t need to. He never really did. While Floyd was oppressively suffocating, Jade was terrifyingly looming. “I do wish I’d had the foresight to bring some shrinking potion. I can smell you better in the water and your heart is beating delightfully quick.”

“Ugh, do you and Rook have some kind of bet going on where you both try to say the weirdest fucking thing to me?” they asked, risking it and placing their hand against the eel's face to try and push him away. If it was Floyd, they would have definitely been bitten. Instead, their fingertips were nipped at, something that made them recoil instinctively and Jade chuckle.

“Ah well, there’s always next time.” Once more, a comment of theirs was ignored as the eel allowed himself to be pushed away and gracefully swam out of their bubble.

Only for them to be charged at and tackled, Syn finding themself once more embraced by Floyd as he probably decided he was bored just watching from his wooden perch.

“Ack, Floyd!”

“No need to wait for next time to eat Little Shrimpy,” Floyd said happily, hugging them to himself and biting their shoulder. “We can do it now!”

“OW! Floyd, stop fucking biting me!” Syn shouted, able to slip their arms from being pinned to their side and reaching up to shove his face off. They ended up with their hand bitten. Thankfully, neither bite broke skin, but they still stung. “FUCKER!”

“Floyd, stop biting them,” Azul sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, looking tired at the man's antics. His tentacles shifted as he began to move closer, but Floyd darted away like a dog trying to keep a toy from its owner. He paused, narrowing his eyes as he thought before huffing and shaking his head in exasperation. “Sorry, Syn, but you’re on your own. If he swims off, I have no hope of catching up.”

“Ooooh.” Syn made a disappointed and concerned noise, but they hadn’t really expected anything different. Once Floyd nabbed them, he had a habit of running off with them. Usually to toy with and eat them, but thankfully they were only getting half the treatment today.

“Aha ha, Little Shrimpy’s aaaaaall mine,” Floyd gloated, chomping on their shoulder again and eliciting an angry ‘Floyd!’ from them as he drifted. Then, suddenly, he twisted in the water and began to swim towards the broken wreck sticking out of the water nearby. “Hey, I can show you the shipwreck down here! It’s even got skeletons!”

Syn cried out when he suddenly took off, clutching onto the finned forearms around their chest as he swam, having to shut their eyes a bit from how fast he was swimming. “Skeletons? They’re not REAL, are they?”

“Awww, you worried about joining them, Little Shrimpy?” the eel practically purred, slipping through broken wood into a section of boat. He seemed to be looking for something as he shifted his hold to squeeze them in a hug and pressed his face against theirs again, declaring, “Don’t worry. Jade and I’ll take goooood care of ya!”

“Your version of ‘good care’ and mine are very different,” they wheezed out, gasping when he loosened his hold. Eventually he found what he was looking for and dropped them, making them yelp as they drifted without warning.

“Check ‘em out!” Floyd swam over to a pile of ivory in the corner of the room. Before they could question the unnatural placement of the bones, he flicked his tail against them, causing them to burst upwards and scatter before drifting down slowly. “It’s kind of like confetti when you swish your tail at ‘em!”

“Yeah… confetti,” Syn said, not sure whether or not they should be feeling grossed out by this. They really hoped that it wasn’t a bunch of real bones, but they didn’t get the chance to grab hold of any of them.

“Oh! Oh! We should play tag,” Floyd could barely hold still, quickly swimming back down to them. “I’ll be ‘it’! You should start swimming, Little Shrimpy~!”

“A-Ah, wouldn’t that be BORING, though,” Syn asked, not really wanting to play tag. They already had enough of that on land with him, thank you very much. And they played the ‘boring’ card because they knew that was the only thing he hated. When his face twisted into disappointment and irritation with the beginnings of a mood swing, they clarified, “I mean, I can’t swim very fast, right? Surely it’s super boring to catch me immediately.”

The eel stared at them, uncharacteristically quiet for a few seconds before he sighed dramatically and flipped over in the water.

“Maan, I guess you’re right,” he puffed out his cheeks with a huff as he thought. It only allowed them a couple seconds of reprieve before a mischievous grin spread across his face. “You know, you really do smell good in the water. We should play hide and seek.”

“Isn’t that still too easy?” they tried, not wanting to play games with the psychopath right now after almost being drowned.

“Mmm, probably,” Floyd replied, twisting back upright. “But I’ll give you five minutes. If you can find a good enough spot, maybe it’ll actually cost some effort. Ready?~”

“Yeah, yeah, ready, yup,” Syn quickly said, backing towards the rotted room entrance. They already knew they didn’t really have much of a choice in playing, so moving as fast as they could was probably best. He began to count loudly and they began to go through the labyrinth of a ship for a hiding spot.

It was a lot bigger than they’d thought considering how quickly Floyd had slipped into the room of bones, but he also had a powerful tail that was about two-thirds of his length. They felt like they got lost immediately, and they were pretty sure it wasn’t five minutes when they heard Floyd shout ‘Ready or not, here I come, Little Shrimpy!’. And without much time before they were probably found out, they moved into the nearest room and cramped themself in a dark hole in the wooden wall.

The hole was somewhat big, and they felt like it was bigger than the gloom allowed them to see, but they weren’t too concerned with Floyd sneaking up on them considering the amount of noise he was making.

“Oh, Shriiiimpy~,” he called out in a sing-song tone, and there was the sound of muffled crashing as he searched a room. “Where aaaare you?”

Syn questioned whether he didn’t understand the concept of hide and seek in such a large space since being so loud allowed them the opportunity to move away, or he just didn’t care. Given their experiences with him, probably the latter. Still, they kind of cornered themself, so they couldn’t really do much but wait to be found out and endure Floyd’s complaints about how easy they were to ensnare.

Listening to the sounds of chaos draw closer, they jerked violently when a hand covered their mouth and an arm looped around their middle from the dark, letting out a muffled exclamation.

“Please excuse my intrusion,” Jade spoke softly like he hadn’t just scared the poor human half to death, voice tinged with what sounded like a mischievous smile. “I can tell you’re having an immensely fun time with my brother, but I’d like to borrow you for now.”

“For what?” Syn wanted to ask, but everything came out too muffled to discern for anyone but themself.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

“Mmmph!” they found themself dragged into the darkness they couldn’t see into. Apparently the space in the hole was a LOT larger than they knew and Jade was surprisingly adept at moving quick enough that the hole entrance was almost out of field of view when they saw Floyd pop his head in.

“Jaaade!” the other eel whined, eliciting a chuckle from their current kidnapper.

“You mustn't play with your food too much, Floyd,” Jade called back with a laugh, swimming quicker as Floyd slammed his body into the hole. “Lest another hungry predator swoop in and steal the catch!”

Syn could only clutch on for dear life as Jade swam out of the wreckage and made a beeline for a tunnel nearby, able to hear Floyd shout as he gave chase. The tunnels were terribly windy and dark, and echoed with sibling rivalry insults between both Floyd and Jade as they argued about who should play with Syn like they were a toy. Which, to be fair, was how the brothers probably saw them a lot if the amount of times they were hunted for sport was anything to go by.

“Gotcha!” Floyd exclaimed, tackling his brother in the dark and knocking Syn out of Jade’s arms. Dazed and in the dark, they couldn’t do anything as they were scooped up by him and sent on another head-spinning ride through more tunnels. “Aha ha! Later, Jade!”

“Floyd, slow down,” they demanded, feeling nauseous after being carried at top speed through winding darkness.

The light of the tunnel entrance had Syn blinking after several minutes being dragged through tunnels, Floyd’s loud laughter in their ears. They fully expected to spend even longer in a game of Keep Away between the twins whenever he left the coral and rocky insides. What they didn’t expect was a bunch of tentacles that quickly grabbed and entangled both them and Floyd.

“HEY!” Floyd shouted in surprise while Syn let out a loud shriek of panic before they realized that the tentacles were attached to Azul.

“Aha!” The octopus cried out in triumph, the tangle of eel, tentacles and human drifting to the seafloor now that Floyd couldn’t use his tail properly. He had his arms crossed over his chest while two tentacles pried the eels arms open with a surprising amount of ease to allow Syn from their captor's grasp. “Honestly, if you two keep acting this childish with them, I’ll be finding myself indebted based on your behavior.”

“I’m reeeally feeling the love from all three of you today,” Syn said sarcastically, sliding out of Floyd’s hold as soon as they could. They had to crouch on the ‘ground’ for a few seconds to try and settle their stomach from being yanked around. “Hoough, I feel like I’ve been on a roller coaster for an hour…”

“Aw, c’mon! The most Little Shrimpy would do is ask for more help on History,” Floyd complained as he was released by Azul, who kept a couple tentacles ready in case the eel tried to dart off with the human again. “You know they’re just a big pushover~.”

“I’m RIGHT here.” They glared up at the eel and straightened, rubbing their temples. “I don’t know why I hang out with you assholes.”

“Well, Floyd has the tendency to threaten you,” Jade swam past their shoulder WAY too close on purpose, but made no move to grab them, giving them an amused smile when they jolted. He settled in the water beside his brother and added, “But, I’d say you must be a bit of a masochist.”

“What? No I’m not,” Syn protested, earning a shared look between all three merpeople.

“Don’t you still hang out with Sea Lion,” Floyd asked, smirking.

“And Rook?” Jade added.

“And Malleus?” Azul’s expression turned into one of slight envy.

“And us?” All three finished together, each giving the human a look of disbelief at their claim of not being a masochist.

Syn felt their ears burn in embarrassment at the questioning, crossing their arms over their chest and replying, “Okay, FIRST OF ALL, I don’t hang out with Rook. He keeps finding me, and I don’t wanna be mean and just ignore him.”

“Didn’t he pin you with arrows once,” Jade asked, raising his hand to his chin to cover his smile a bit.

“That is not the worst thing that has happened to me, and you know it,” they retorted, pointing to him. “Anyways, Leona’s not that bad, and Malleus just needs a friend. And you guys have your good moments.”

“A bold claim,” Jade hummed.

“Awww, Little Shrimpy thinks so highly of us,” Floyd said, him and Jade sharing toothy smiles.

“They’ve both almost killed you at least once each,” Azul raised an eyebrow. “Floyd almost drowned you today.”

“I… I-I mean, I’m fine,” Syn replied, rubbing the back of their neck sheepishly. “And I’ve almost died plenty of times since coming to NRC, and it’s not like it’s a special occurrence. One of the Heartslabyul flamingos could probably kill me if it was motivated enough.”

“... You’re concerningly lax about your well-being sometimes,” Azul sighed, exasperated and concerned.

“It’s fiiiine,” Syn tried to wave off his concern, though they couldn’t help but think about how Malleus reacted when he’d come across them injured once. A bit less convincingly, they added, “... It’s fine.”

“Regardless,” Azul pinched the bridge of his nose and ignored the surprised noise they let out when he slid a tentacle around their wrist and forearm. “I’d rather you not find yourself in any further trouble, caused by you or Jade and Floyd.”

“Maaaan,” Floyd deflated as he whined. “Way to kill the mood.”

“You can find other things to play with. Syn isn’t nearly as fast in the water as on land, so you’ll just end up bored anyways,” the octopus reasoned.

“Fiiine.”

“I’d still like to show them one of my favorite caverns,” Jade spoke up, circling back to float beside Syn. “If that’s acceptable, of course.”

Azul glanced at Syn in a silent question and they shrugged tiredly, “As long as I’m not being dragged around or a Keep Away toy anymore, I don’t mind.”

“I see nothing wrong with that in this case.” Azul nodded, before fixing Floyd with a stern look. “However, I don’t trust you two to keep yourselves from messing with them past the point of the potion limits, so I’ll be acting as a chaperone.”

“My hero,” Syn said sarcastically, but they couldn’t help the sigh of relief that came with that knowledge. They didn’t think they had the energy to continue being toyed with for the day.

So, Syn was brought to a cavern with a variety of corals and creatures with the trio. Floyd would swim around scaring anything he thought was quick enough to give him the slightest bit of challenge while Jade showed them things he thought were cool or interesting. Azul kept one tentacle on their wrist the entire time, something they thought was unnecessary until Floyd swooped in at some point and unsuccessfully tried to steal them to show them an actual moray eel.

Azul had to stop them from actually trying to pet it, something they pouted at. Floyd and Jade both offered to let them touch their tails but Syn refused until the duo promised to not try anything, finding that the brothers were weirdly slippery and slimy, something they hadn’t noticed in the chaotic rush earlier. It was both gross and fascinating.

Eventually, Azul mentioned the time and they were brought back to the surface with the trio.

“The transmutation potions are in my bag,” Jade said, pointing to it on the beach while Syn trudged out, trying to shake off as much water as they could. “Thankfully, I try to have at least five in case Floyd somehow breaks or loses any.”

“I only broke the bottles once,” Floyd grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Pfft, I’ll get them,” Syn snorted, walking out and crouching beside the bag. They realized the glint they’d noticed earlier through the open zipper was some vials, lifting one up to show and asking, “These, right?”

“Yes.”

“Got it,” they grabbed three vials and three towels, walking back to the water where the trio was waiting, handing out the bottles and averting their gaze as they held out the towels.

“I half-expected you to not get the potions,” Azul commented, Syn lowering their arm and walking back on shore once each towel was grabbed.

“What, why?”

“Because, with Jade and Floyd waterbound, it would have been up to me to crawl out of the water to grab them,” he said. “You could have used the situation for leverage by confiscating the potion easily.”

“Do you think of leverage all the time,” Syn asked, though they knew the answer to that since this wasn’t the first time they’d asked. They sat down on one of the beach chairs with their back to the trio to allow them privacy to change, messing with the plastic straps of the seat while they waited. “It sounds awfully tiring.”

“It’s best to strategize for the future.”

“Still don’t know if I have a future here, bud.”

“Well, if I have any say in it, Little Shrimpy stays forever!” Floyd took advantage of their back being turned by picking them up off the beach chair, where they shouted ‘COULD YOU STOP PICKING ME UP?’. Thankfully, he had an extra pair of swim trunks on. “And, now that we’re out of the water, you’re staying with me tonight!”

“Not so fast, Floyd,” Jade walked up with his bag over his shoulder. “You got to play hide and seek with Syn earlier. I think it’s only fair if I have Syn for the night.”

“You stole them in the middle of the game!”

“Do I get a say in this,” Syn asked rhetorically, not expecting to be listened to at all.

“How about a friendly board game to decide who they spend the night with,” Azul asked, joining the twins with a thoughtful smile.

“If I win, can I go home?” they looked down at Azul from their position of being held up like a cat by Floyd.

There was a couple seconds of silent deliberation between the three men before Jade said, “That seems only fair.”

“Ugh, fiiiine,” Floyd huffed, not liking that he couldn’t just have Syn. With a mischievous smirk, he added, “If I lose though, I’ll be coming for you tomorrow, Little Shrimpy.”

“What a shocker. Can I be let down to walk on my own?”

“Nope!” Floyd chirped, starting to walk along the beach as Azul and Jade began to head back.

Syn sighed, resigning themself to a night of board games and potentially being eaten. “Sounds about right.”

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