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New Vegas - Now Under New Management!

With his investigation 'concluded', Auguste returns home for some much needed R&R, and has a chat with his father before making an important call.

Chapter 4: Laplace's Angel [ao3 link]

When dogs ‘cried’, they made these horrible whines that grate on the ears, whether they’re in pain or just feel they’re not being doted on enough. They can’t help it, though; unlike people, they’re only capable of making a few kinds of sounds with their animalistic vocal chords. I still never understood why their whining was called ‘crying’, though. People didn’t sound like that when they cried, did they?

Maybe it’d just been so long since I let myself cry that I just forgot what it sounded like. I certainly forgot how to do it.

When I left the Ultra-Luxe, I started walking alongside Cal, lighting a cigarette to ease my nerves while keeping my head held high. I ignored the crowd that parted for us and dismissed him when he asked again if I was alright, going straight into the Tops without him and being let right in. I didn’t realize he still had my gun until I saw someone else getting their weapons confiscated, but the last thing I wanted to do was go back outside. I’ll have him return it another time.

I did a phenomenal job at maintaining my composure until I got into the elevator. When I was finally in solitude for a moment, I choked again, quickly clasping my hand over my mouth to shut myself up. I held my breath as the elevator doors opened, glanced up and down the corridor to find myself alone, then made a run for my room, slamming the door shut behind me.

Surrounded by childish comforts, I only briefly wondered which of the three stupid teddy bears Dia had apparently given me, then approached my oversized plush bed and collapsed onto it, bundling up the silk sheets in my hands before bringing them to my face and weeping. Finally able to be at ease, I sobbed into the smooth fabric, my face already feeling hot and soaked with tears. Muffled, I whined like an injured animal between gasps, shaking and inconsolable.

A soft, polite knock rang loud throughout my room, startling me into near silence. It was quiet for a half a moment before I realized in a panic that someone might see me like this. “Don’topenthedoor-” I said, quickly sitting upright and rubbing my eyes on my sleeve, taking a deep breath. “Don’t. Open the door.” I repeated, firmly. “What do you want.”

“I’m home.” my father said from the other side. Of course, who else would it be? Housekeeping? “Someone was selling bird eggs in Freeside. And Brahmin bacon.” He continued when I didn’t respond. “I’m going to make breakfast. It will be ready in twenty minutes.”

I heard him walk away from the door. It didn’t sound like there was anyone out there with him, so there was really no reason not to go out and join him. I got up and went into my private bathroom, taking a face towel and drenching it in cold water before pressing it to my eyes. It only took maybe ten minutes of cold compress before it almost looked like I hadn’t been crying. I combed my hair and slipped out of my coat and tie, leaving them on my bed. I wasn’t going out anytime soon anyway.

By the time I opened the door, the suite already reeked of bacon. My father stood in our kitchenette, his back facing me as he stirred something. I couldn’t remember the last time he’d cooked something; we both lived off the local restaurants with a never-ending tab that had no limit. But I do remember that the last thing he made was something he always called ‘Eggs Nevada’. Stupid name for an odd but really good breakfast.

“Could you set the table, please, Auguste?” He asked as soon as he heard my door open. I wordlessly walked through the living area to the dining area, and approached him to see what he was making first. In a glass bowl on top of a metal pot he was whisking a yellow sauce–

“Did they have butter, too?” I asked, retrieving a pair of forks and knives from a drawer.

“Unfortunately, no. This is just what we had in the freezer.” He said. “The sauce would be the same either way.”

Butter made from Brahmin’s milk wasn’t expensive or even difficult to obtain, if you lived someplace where Brahmin ranches were abundant. But we didn’t have an abundance of ranches here, and the few sources of Brahmin butter were sold to the casinos specifically, not individuals. We could get anything slathered in the stuff if we ordered it, but we didn’t normally have much to just use on our own. Not that we really needed it.

With forks and knives on cloth napkins, I retrieved two glasses next, and the jug of apple-pear juice from the fridge, setting it in the middle of the small dining table. All set, I then approached the counter again to watch my father finish preparing the food.

With the butter sauce at the perfect consistency, he took it off the pot of boiling water and quickly poured it over the eggs; four of them, about the size of a golf ball each, on top of crispy greasy Brahmin bacon, on of thick slices of toasted bread, split between two plates. A heavy breakfast, and one of the only meals he could make better than the restaurants. If he made this specifically to cheer me up… I had to admit, it was already working.

I took both plates to the table while he turned the stove off and did some quick cleaning up. I sat on my side of the table; back facing the door, looking to the windows, in the chair that has always been my spot. I didn’t need to wait for him, but I did anyway, because it was ‘polite’, he once said. And I might as well pour the juice for us both.

The second he sat down, of course, I picked up my knife and gently stabbed the egg until it broke. Even under the light yellow sauce I saw the yolk ooze out of the soft white like syrup, golden-orange lava slowly enveloping the deep brown bacon like the sun itself was melting over earth. I gave it a moment to soak into the bread before I began to cut it all into one bite-sized piece.

“I spoke to Callipho on my way home this morning.”

I stopped cutting. So, that’s what this is. He’s done this before; he’ll make or order food he knows I can’t resist, wait until I’ve sat down and started to eat, then ask a hard question I’d never answer otherwise. Only he hasn’t actually asked me anything yet. He was waiting for me to take the first bite. “So?” I asked.

“He told me you went to the Ultra-Luxe together.”

Was he stalling? Or was he waiting for me to break down and tell him everything? I just took my first bite and waited for him to continue. The bacon was a bit thicker than I thought it’d be, which kept it from being too crispy, and the runny egg drenching the crunchy toast was… it was honestly divine. Salty and savoury and as flavourful as a dish could be despite the simplicity of it all.

“He also told me why the Jackals were all riled up when I returned to the Strip.” He went on when I said nothing. He only paused to finally eat, quietly and with his mouth closed, and didn’t speak again until he swallowed. “He insisted it was nothing to worry about, and that he and Fresno could take care of it, but…”

“I’m not scared of them.” I spoke up.

That made him look at me, his expression as unreadable as always. I never knew what he was thinking, but at the same time I wasn’t scared of him. Not of him directly, at least. “Well, I don’t really care how you 'feel' about them specifically.” He said. “What’s done is done. But next time, you should really let Callipho deal with these things himself. It’s why we have employees.”

Fresno has employees. Father’s just their husband. Technically, neither of us had any real authority. I’m not sure if he really understood that, or if he simply pretended otherwise.

“So did he tell you why I did it?” I asked. If he didn’t, then that was a really important detail he chose to leave out.

“He did.” He said, and let me wonder exactly what Cal had said about me as he used his knife to carefully pile on equal parts egg and toast onto his fork, then eating it slowly. Chew, swallow, speak again. “So, how do you feel now?”

Great, he wasn’t even going to tell me what Cal told him. Did he have any idea someone tried to hire a Jackal to kill me? …would Cal want him to know that, or would it accomplish nothing but making him worry? If he really thought my life was in danger, he’d probably keep me locked up in here. I had to assume Cal left out some details for my sake yet again. “How do I feel about the Jackals?” I asked. “No different from before.”

“No, I mean how do you feel now that you’ve killed a man?”

I’d already finished an entire slice of toast with all the toppings, and it began to hit my stomach all at once, making me a little nauseous. That was the only reason I felt queasy, I told myself. “Again, no different from before.”

“Are you sure?”

He stared at me, and I stared back at him. He looked more tired than usual this morning, even though late nights were a regular thing for him and had been since forever. I still blinked first, conceding.

“What do you want me to say, here?” I asked, getting really fucking tired of whatever it was he was trying to pull at this point. He clearly wanted to hear something specific out of my mouth, but it was too damn early in the morning for his mind games. Thankfully, he then decided to get to the damn point.

“I would have preferred it if you’d said it was upsetting.” He said. “That it was simply so horrifying you’ll never kill again. Not that I want you to be upset, but it would be nice if you didn’t derive any catharsis or pleasure from murder.”

Oh, was that all?

“It was more like an execution, but sure, I really didn’t feel much of anything.” I lied. Well, it was a half-lie. I was scared, but it was less because I killed the bastard, and more because someone really wanted me dead. “Nothing at all?” He asked again, firmly, twirling his fork absentmindedly between his fingers.

I set my fork down to take a sip of juice. I wasn’t going to be able to give him a satisfying answer unless I was honest, but I didn’t need him to find out about the bounty on my head, so… “I mean,” I paused again, considering my words carefully, “Look, yeah, it was kinda scary in the moment, adrenaline and all, but… right now? I don’t really feel anything anymore.”

He followed me and had a sip of juice as well, contemplating my answer before asking another strange question. “Do you feel empty?” He asked. “Unsatisfied. Like you hadn’t done enough to him, or… that you lost a part of yourself.”

What the hell was he on about now.

“Uh… no? To both.” Well, I guess I did feel a little… numb, now. Almost. It was hard to describe the feeling, but it was similar to how I felt not long after Brutus had been shot. A numbness that felt heavy, holding back the weight of emotions that threatened to break my composure. A temporary dam to hold back the tears, strong and unable to crumble until I’ve found some privacy again. “That’s… really specific. Got something you wanna tell me?” I asked, only half joking.

“Perhaps I should.” He said, and set his fork and knife down for now. Oh, this had to be important if he was going to let his food get cold over it. I continued to eat quietly as he spoke.

“I was younger than you are when I first killed a man. Much younger, I believe I was thirteen, possibly fourteen. I used to practice all the time with my father’s gun, shooting rats and birds… sometimes people, but I never killed them…” I held back a grin as I imagined him taking potshots at random people with some peashooter. “...and by the time I was old enough to work for one of the families in Reno, I was very good at my hobby; enough to prove myself a capable marksman, at least. There wasn’t much work for a boy at that age to do besides deliver messages and products, but I wanted to avoid all that. Killing full-grown men seemed the safer choice, if you can believe it.”

My father rarely ever talked about his past. His life back in Reno wasn’t one he liked revisiting, so I listened closely, enraptured. I knew he’d probably never repeat this story again, so I needed to dedicate it to memory. I’ll worry about how he’s trying to use it against me later.

“Now that I think of it, I was definitely thirteen when I took the first job. I’d killed an addict that owed money to the family…” I was only now realizing he would never in a million years tell me which damn family he’d worked for. Maybe Fresno knew. “...out of it when I confronted him, I don’t know if he even felt it when I initially missed the first shot. I had grazed his ear before the second shot landed near the centre of his forehead. Not quite, but close enough to impress my new superiors. For the first year or so, I was only really called up to deal with such simple cases, no one particularly important, but…”

This is where it gets good, I can feel it.

“Then there was a family. Not a casino family, a real family. A father who was about to be on the run after trying and failing to rob his employers, a mother that was in on it, and two young sons that were none the…” I knew it. “...they were playing outside when I showed up. The father tried to defend himself by grabbing a shotgun off the wall, but he was old, and I was faster. He was down before the wife could draw her piece, and she only managed to add some holes to the wall before I shot her. I still remember, it was one in the chest, one in the neck. Even I’d never seen so much blood before. It must have been horrific for the boys to see. They didn’t go in right away, of course, they were just watching at me as I left. Probably too afraid to look.”

“And that’s when you stopped?” I asked. Maybe the boys tried to pay him back, maybe his superiors ordered him to finish the job…

“No.” He said, to my surprise. “Double the targets, double the pay… a whole five hundred caps. It was too tempting not to continue. I killed someone different at least once a month for a few more years, just until I had made enough to leave Reno for good.” He picked up his fork and knife again, and I frowned, thinking that was all. “I always thought it would get easier. It didn’t. But it always left me feeling… empty. Which is why I wanted to know how it made you feel.”

Right, this was probably his idea of father-son bonding, or maybe he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going crazy. And I guess because killing people was something he felt like he had to do to survive, there was no reason for me to do it at all. This was all part of the narrative in his head that anything he had to go through, I should never even know about let alone experience. There’s good but misguided intentions in there somewhere, probably.

“Really didn’t feel any different from the first time.” I admitted, deciding to try and top his story. It was true, but not something I’d ever told him about before. Part of me relished in him finding out I’ve always been as much a killer as he was.

He only glanced at me as he continued to eat. He was surprised, he definitely didn’t know, but he didn’t want to make eye contact anymore. Maybe he was upset. Maybe he was already judging me. It wasn’t going to stop me from sharing my own story now.

“I was definitely fourteen.” I went on. “I remember ‘cause it was after my birthday party and I wanted to play more card games. But you made me go to bed at one o’clock in the morning, so I ended up sneaking out. But, see, I couldn’t play in any of the casinos since they’d just tell me to go back to bed on your orders, so I went just outside of Freeside’s gate.”

He definitely hadn’t heard this story before. He was listening intently, despite not looking at me at all. I had to make this sound good.

“I went alone, just had the gun you gave me.” Already hard to believe, I know; I wasn’t really comfortable leaving the Strip alone, not without Brutus at least. “I found a group of Scorpions just hanging around, drinking whatever, smoking I don’t even know, playing cards. Blackjack, poker, three-card Monte, anything they knew, right? I had a ton of caps, so of course they let me join in. And since you and Cal had already taught me how to play, there was no way I could lo–”

“Who shot first?” He asked, trying to force me to get to the point with an odd sharpness.

I scowled. Didn’t he know anything about storytelling? It’s all about the details, the build-up, the tension. But he was almost done eating now. I huffed. “I won too much and the guy across from me snapped.” I muttered, then cleared my throat. “He was yelling at me, demanding his caps back, but I didn’t wanna give them back. I won. I told him to fuck off and he pulled a gun on me. And he shot first.”

“In your shoulder.” He said quietly, suddenly remembering something, finally looking at me. “You never told me, but I had heard about it. You went to the Fort, when the Followers still occupied it. You must have thought I wouldn’t find out you received treatment there.”

I didn’t. I had no idea he’d found out. I didn’t even have a scar and those doctors swore confidentiality, so who the hell told him? He didn’t even mention it after the fact. “You knew?”

He hummed, and set his fork and knife down, but made no move to get up. He was waiting for me to finish, at least. How polite.

“So, he shot first.” I went on. “He was on something, all clumsy and shit, missed when he should’ve nailed me. Didn’t even hit my right shoulder. I mean, it slowed me down, but not enough for any of them to stop me from shooting right back.”

That had been an unintentionally perfect shot. I wasn’t even looking when I raised my gun, but when I took the shot, there was a split second where his body was still upright. Frozen in place, much like his comrades, staring right at me with dead eyes as blood seeped from a hole in his forehead, before his body fell forward, the dead weight crushing the cardboard box that had been a makeshift card table. Just a foot away from me, I got the perfect view of the back of his head, exit wound having blown his skull wide open. I didn’t know handguns, even powerful ones, were capable of that.

“And it left you feeling numb?” My father asked again.

In the moment, I think it did. Something between numb and scared. I had run away, back into Freeside, straight to the Fort ‘cause I was still too scared of getting caught. More than I was scared of being out there, at the time. I had nightmares about him for years, I still do sometimes, and I remembered him when I shot Rocco. I haven’t even stepped outside of Freeside’s gates since. These feelings, fears, were too complicated to convey to him. We didn’t talk about deeper things like that. “Yeah.” I said simply, and left it at that.

He didn’t ask any other probing questions, and I didn’t feel like telling anymore stories. He’d gotten up to start washing the dishes, and I finished what was left on my plate before giving it to him.

“We ran into Vera and Lun while we were on Fremont Street.” He said as he began to scrub my plate with a sponge. “They asked about you. I told them you were doing well. Vera wanted me to let you know that she misses you.”

Vera was the closest thing I had to a friend my age. We met when we could barely walk after my father arranged a play-date with hers. He had been concerned that I was missing out by not socializing with other children, but he also didn’t want me to associate with any of the typical street urchins. It turns out not many families were interested in having kids in the new raider capital of the world, and she was literally our only option. But despite growing up in Freeside, she was what I considered to be the last classy lady in the whole city… or close enough, at least. I thank her fathers’ paranoia for making her somewhat shut-in and my own class rubbing off on her over the years.

She only officially became my girlfriend two years ago. It only made sense; we were the same age, she was the only girl I liked (or at least tolerated), and she was pretty enough that we looked good as an item. As soon as there’s a good enough reason to, I’ll likely propose to her and maybe that’ll be enough to convince her to move out of that pit.

“I’ll call her.” I said quietly. I may have forgotten she even existed in the last week, but who could blame me? I was mourning. She’d understand. “I could use a distraction.” I added, quieter.

I waited until it was nearly ten in the morning before I made the call. Late enough that there was no way she wouldn’t be awake, but early enough that if she had any plans, she probably wouldn’t have left home yet. Not that she would have any plans; she didn’t exactly have much to do without me. All she did was help her fathers run their restaurant, and in her free time she mostly went out and about, despite how much everyone around her preferred she stay in where it was safer.

The phone in my room was pristine, but I always had to take a moment to brush off a thin layer of dust whenever I needed to use it. I only ever used it to call her; all other calls I just made on the suite’s main phone. I didn’t need privacy to order room service.

I'm reaching for the phone when it rings first, the blaring bell drawing a startled squeak out of me before I can take the phone off the hook to make it stop. I almost thought Vera had the same idea and thought to call first before I brought the phone closer and spoke. "Yes?"

"They're not happy about Rocco." Cal said, though he sounded more annoyed than worried. "Honestly, neither am I. That was one of the dumbest things I’ve ever seen you do."

"Tell me something I don't know." I muttered, and laid back on my bed as I continued. "Look, I'm really not in the mood for a lecture, keep it short. I've got a call to make."

There was silence for a moment, and a little whisper of a sound that could only be an exasperated sigh from the other end of the line, with the receiver kept at an inaudible distance. Then his voice returned, loud and clear. "New rules, kid. You're not going anywhere anytime soon. Consider yourself grounded until further notice."

"Grounded?" I balked. "I’m an adult. My father could ‘ground’ me and I wouldn't listen to him, why would I listen to you?"

"Are you fucking dense?" Cal snapped in a way that made me glad we weren't having this conversation in person. Before I could further consider the stupidity of my response, he continued. "Have you already forgotten what your would-be assassin told you? Someone has it out for you and there’s nothing stopping him from just hiring another Jackal. Hell, the Jackals probably wouldn’t even ask for half as much after today.”

I knew he was right, I just really didn’t want to think about death right now. I just wanted to call my girlfriend and pretend the last several days hadn’t happened at all. I missed when the only things on my mind were how we were gonna blow Fresno’s caps and whether Brutus should have a Brahmin or Bighorner steak, too afraid of looking stupid to ask what the difference even was. There were no would-be assassins in the back of my mind just a week ago.

“You killing Rocco made the trail die.” Cal continued when I didn’t say anything. “I have absolutely no leads now. Just… ‘a man in a suit’. So do me a favour and just stay home while I figure something out.”

I blinked at the ceiling. “Figure what out?” I asked.

“Who the hell wants you dead, obviously.”

“A lot of people, I think.” I said, quietly. I don’t really know why I said that, it was just a funny feeling that came out of nowhere. Very few people actually liked me, because I liked very few people. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if many wanted me dead. Too bad for them, then. “Why? You have any ideas? You said the trail’s dead.”

There was a pause before he spoke up again. “Yeah, I do.” Cal said. “But mostly just a hunch.”

I sat upright on my bed, crossing my legs childishly. “What kind of ‘hunch’?” I demanded. “You should really just leave the overthinking to me.” Cal said. “But… fine. Don’t blame me if you get nightmares. Just think for a second, what would happen if you died right now?”

My father would be devastated. So would Vera. Cal, too, I imagine. But no one else would mourn me, not personally. The city would have lost one of its most important residents, but I had no other friends to speak of. “I dunno. What?”

“Not much. Sorry. But the only people who would know that for sure would be the people who actually live around here. The ones who’ve seen how you and Fresno act around each other. Or, more importantly, how you avoid each other. But to an outsider who only knows of you by name, it might be reasonable to assume the Courier of New Vegas was close to their kid. Would be real upset if he died. Might even weaken their hold on the city.”

Oh. That almost made sense. It was hard to imagine anyone thinking Fresno would do anything but party upon hearing of my death, but if someone really didn’t know anything about us, well…

“I don't wanna make you paranoid, but I have a feeling whoever is behind this has, let's say, political motivations. Twenty years is a long time to keep Vegas and the Dam out of reach. I can think of at least one party that's bide their time long enough and feels the need to start chipping away at the Mojave again from the inside out. So like I said, just stay indoors where it's good and secure away from any windows and you'll probably be fine. At least wait until I get in touch with some old contacts, alright?” He asked, his voice softening a little like it used to whenever he tried to explain to me why I couldn't do something stupid; like stand on top of the Tops’ courtyard wall or tell a raider to go away because I didn't like looking at him.

“...okay.” I said, only to placate him. “But who do you think it is?”

His hesitation told me that he didn't want to tell me, because he couldn't control what I did with that information. But he still told me anyway, if reluctantly. “I haven't felt much movement from out West in a long time. It's almost too quiet. And I know the Republic is still bitter about Fresno kicking them out of the Mojave. But again, it's just a hunch. Go ahead and make your call, I've got a few of my own to make.”

The low droll of a dead line played in my ear, and I returned the phone to its hook for a moment. I could listen to him and just stay home, but the thought of staying in my room with nothing but my thoughts made me want to shoot myself (good thing I still don't have my gun, I suppose), so I called Vera anyway. The dial whirred gently as I spun it ten times, once for each number and the speaker buzzed softly as it began to ring.

Her family’s phone, to my memory, was barely functional, and kept together with duct tape and glue. Sometimes it’d stay broken for a week or so until her fathers had the right parts to repair it again. If I could commend them for anything, it was that they were slightly more resourceful than the usual Freeside rabble, but it helped that one of them came from a Vault where he had the privilege to be taught how to read technical manuals. Broken or functional, her phone always took an agonizing minute to even start ringing, but fortunately for me she was too eager to let it ring for long.

“Auguste?” Her voice chimed in after half a ring, her delight always audible through the static of the horrendous reception. She knew it was me because no one else had any reason to call her family at this time of day. Unfortunately, she also sounded incredibly worried, and I knew I had to control the subject before she could ask how I was feeling. “Vera, dear, I’m glad I caught you.” I said before she could go on. “Listen, I…” I couldn’t act like everything was fine. I had to at least act sorry or something. “I apologize for not calling you sooner, I-”

“It’s okay.” She said, cutting me off. She rarely did that, but I forgave her. “You don’t have to say anything.”

I couldn’t help but relax a little. I knew she would say all of this, act like I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong and needed to be coddled, and that’s because she knows nothing. She knows my dog died and that it made me a very sad boy. And that’s all she needed to know. “Thank you.” I said quietly, and pretended to think for a moment before speaking again. “I… I just wanted to know if you’re free tomorrow?”

Today was too soon. “I was going to work, but I’ll get out of it.” She said, and I swear I could hear her smile. “Where did you want to meet up?”

“Oh, I’ll just come pick you up.” I said. I never liked the thought of her going around the city all by herself, even if she was armed. Her fathers and I had that in common. “We can just decide where to go from there. Eleven o’clock?” Perfect for late brunch.

“That’s perfect.” She said. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetie.”

A pet name I tolerated rather than liked, and only in private. When we were kids we could talk over the phone for hours, but now I could hardly stand it. I needed to see her in person every time. I liked her voice, but I preferred hearing it without the fuzz, and I loved looking at her. Watching her whether she was telling me about some bizarre encounter in the restaurant or listening to me talk about something more important. I could count on one hand the number of people I actually enjoyed being around, and she was one of them.

So, I said my goodbyes and hung up. And with nothing else to do until tomorrow, I decided to make the most of my time by sleeping the day away, too exhausted to avoid having any nightmares.

#fnv #fonv #fallout new vegas #falloutfun #fnv fanfiction #oc: auguste/augustus #oc: callipho #oc: valoire

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Ch 46: See You in the Here and Now

"AND THEY WERE LOOPMATES!"

Captain Andy suggests that Fuuko try to go check out what happened in 1865, but Fuuko thinks it might be better to talk to Victor directly, so they tell him to come out of the time-out ball they'd finally restrained him with. And so he does!

And that's how Fuuko discovered a way to defeat Victor.

He has an easy solution to the problem, though-- Just imagine whatever clothes you want!

Does Victor prefer the Union uniform, or is it just the most comfortable and most familiar to him?

They're characters in a book, in a book. Of course they can just imagine whatever they want! I'm not sure if it's considered "reality bending" since they're not technically in reality right now, but manifesting desires and breaking down assumptions about what's possible is becoming a theme in many areas of the story.

Fuuko always tries to find the good in people. She doesn't write people off as "bad."

Please note that past!Victor used to wear shirts that actually fit.

Victor knows that the only way Fuuko could've seen something like that is if Apocalypse showed it to her, since it's the oldest Artifact. Victor and Juiz must've formed the Union so many times, but the only other witness would've been the book. Why does Victor consider that to be something Apocalypse shouldn't show? Why is he so damn secretive?!

The way he looks down at his Emblem like, "Ah, my foolish past in which I dared to believe in love and hope..." Beyond being Andy's shonen rival, he also fills the role of Disillusioned Former Hero Currently in Despair or a kind of antivillain that used to believe in the protagonist's cause.

He's a realist; Juiz is an idealist. But every now and then, we get these clues that he wasn't always a cynic.

Victor so rude! But imagine all of those things reversed and directed with heart bubbles toward Juiz, because that's what he's implying...

Fuuko and Victor, both members of the jacket-tied-around-the-waist club.

In the Round Table flashback, we can see Victor, Apocalypse, Juiz, Nico, Gina, and Void. We don't know much about Void yet, but Nico and Gina have both been said to be older than the other Union members. Andy mentioned the Union's "anti-aging" technology kind of jokingly in the fight with Gina, but it's probably an actual necessity.

The five Negators at this table may have been the five that Juiz and Victor could count on finding every Loop-- the core members of the Union who existed within a timespan where they were all recruitable. Keeping them alive while continuing to build the team would've been really important, and I assume Nico came up with the technology to do it.

Victor: "Reject Looping, Embrace Nihilism"

Giving up on trying to fight God is just like opting out of what you were assigned to do, Victor! Of all the souls in the world, he has Undead, plus Juiz, plus all of the knowledge from past Loops, and he's just going to give up?!

The line about dancing in the palm of God's hand reminds me of characters who won't do what the author asks of them. He's like a performer who refuses to perform! What broke Victor? What made the strongest character we've met just say, "I can't?"

YIKES, Victor! He wants to put her down like an animal?! Give her a euthanasia? That's not really up to you, Victor. She's pretty capable of deciding for herself if she wants to keep fighting or not, and your discomfort with it isn't her problem. Sorry, but Victor's line of thought really grates on my nerves. Who put him in charge of deciding when people have to be put out of their misery?

ANYWAY, the fact that Victor would even consider such a thing shows up just how disillusioned and cynical he's become. He's lived countless lifetimes and seen the entire planet destroyed and rebuilt over and over. He's lost more people than Andy and even Juiz have, and he's probably lived through the dinosaur days, the Black Plague, and a lot of other things that have made him the way he is.

What took Victor out of the game was his despair. Watching the person he loved suffer broke his heart. It's also what he thought would take Andy out of the game. In Ch 16, he asks:

In Victor's opinion, the worst thing he can imagine happening to Andy--the event that might break him forever and allow Victor to take over--would be Fuuko's death. That says a lot about how strongly he feels for Juiz.

And luckily, he's starting to feel a change of heart about his plan to kill her.

Fuuko can make customized Unluck now! It's not just meteors and lava over and over; it's specific to the target. And that means that she might be the key to defeating God.

OK, but how does one "research and figure out God?" You'd have to study the world they created to try to find what they fear, what they hate, what they ignore, etc. But what do you do with that information?

"I'll interfere no longer" FINALLY! He sees the light!

Fuuko better ask Juiz about 1865, because all of us need to know at this point. The way he says it doesn't matter anymore makes me think it was about his love for Juiz, and it doesn't matter anymore because he's already told them about it. But how does that tie into Abraham Lincoln??

Knowing that she can now customize her Unluck, he tells her to kiss Andy while thinking about what death would be to him.

And wow what a panel! Suitable for framing. Print it out and paste it all over town. Buy billboards for it. Send it to your mom. It's so good. I've been looking at it for like 10 minutes.

The blue, cloudy sky and the wasteland beneath. His finger on her chin. The way her hair moves. The way their shoulders look together. Victor all alone, going his own way. The way the "dead" part of Andy's tattoo kind of looks like a heart.

She had to kiss him to leave the book, because her leaving was the worst thing that could happen to him. If she were to die, he'd fall into despair. T.T

Andy tells us all not to cry:

I love how the world in the book is still a fiery wasteland and he's just like, "I'll be fine! Bye!"

Fuuko and Andy's powerups are going to bring them even closer to finding out how to kill God. But what's been going on in the real world while she had a sidequest? Under doesn't even know what they're going up against!

Masterpost

#undead unluck #overreading undead unluck #undead unluck spoilers

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sinisterexaggerator · 7 months

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Okay. The whole Hondo x Aurra post, as usual very on point, but I have questionnnnnnnnnnnnns ♥

Can you make up scenarios/samples of them clashing while in a hunt or anything that lead up to Hondo either calling it quits? Cause, idk.. I feel like Hondo called it quits as opposed to Aurra, but I could be wrong?

(The Clone Wars: Bounty Hunter: Boba Fett | illustrated by Wayne Lo)

Yes, I think so too, as I mentioned earlier! I see Hondo as the one to call it quits, as Aurra would most likely use Hondo to her benefit until she couldn't anymore. HONDO is the one used to using people, so to speak, and he doesn't like a taste of his own medicine. Two, he seems to like to be in control of his own fate, and to leave it in someone's hands such as Aurra, during a job per se, is not something he wants to repeat after experiencing the way she operates in the field, most likely many, many times -- and then regretting it.

I take into account her "never asking permission for anything" and that he "bailed under her command" as per the dialogue.

One scenario might be similar to what occurred with Boba Fett. Hondo, Aurra, and others are working together on some sort of job. He even mentions that in passing before she kills Castas. "Remember dat job we pulled?" Hondo claims he used to be a bounty hunter. In fact, he at some point goes after Q'ira in "Forces of Destiny." It's a short animated cartoon!

Anyway, just like Aurra left Boba Fett to Plo Koon (yer man), and did not go back to help him once he is in trouble, I imagine the same thing happened to Hondo, and maybe more than once. He realizes he cannot rely on her, she cannot be trusted, and is only in it for herself.

Sure, she might come back with a: "I wanted to help you honey, but I would have been captured, too," all sugary sweet. For a while maybe he buys it. But, after one too many times I see it grating on his nerves. He stops putting any faith into her, and does not want to continue a working/business relationship -- even if they keep having sex on the reg.

Chances are, she tries to and does control him in the bedroom more often than not. I bet her strap game is strong. I say Hondo is a switch, so he doesn't mind being dommed or taken control of in the right situation. You can't tell me he had those restraints just for show or hostages. They were heart-shaped for crying out loud.

Anyway. I doubt she stopped there. I can see her being bossy and manipulative to the point Hondo has to cut her loose. That makes it awkward anytime she decides to drop by unannounced, though he saves face by at least being hospitable.

Hondo can be a patient man, me thinks, if the payout is big. Considering there would be nothing in this relationship of benefit to him, he has little patience, and especially if she at all tries to degrade him as is her way with others we see in canon. She even treats Boba like shit for the most part -- at least she doesn't let him drink alcohol.

As far as sex, he can get that from anywhere. Just look at those Weequay chicks hanging off him.

If you want something specific ...

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Aurra: Where have you been?

Hondo: *Looks terrible, covered in dirt and debris, frowning.* En jail, where else?

Aurra: I thought you would have escaped sooner than this.

Hondo: Perhaps I would not be en jail en de first place ef you had waited for me! I said I was on de way!

Aurra: There were guards on my tail.

Hondo: And yet, here you sit. Et seems you got away and perhaps would have had time tu come and scoop me up. no?

Aurra: No.

Hondo: Yes, very well. All dat matters es you are safe... *Grits teeth and walks off.*

Aurra: And where are you going now?

Hondo: *Turns, agitated. Embittered tone.* Tu take a shower. Es dat all right with you, my dear?

Aurra: "Watch your tone, honey."

Hondo: Ap-ap-ap!! You know what you are going tu watch?! ME! Leaving! Never tu return! Far, far away from here I go! Do not bother tu follow me, I am finished! Through! To the depths with you!"

Aurra: *Filing her nails.* Uh-huh.

Hondo: *Pouting* I'll only be a minute.

#hondo ohnaka #aurra sing #ask #fandom discourse #my writing #scenarios and imagines

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deans-baby-momma · 1 year

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Law & Love Chapter 3

THEN

Y/N it's not what you think. Please call me (406)321-5879

NOW

I don’t call him when I clock out. I don't call him while I take a cab home. In fact, I don't call him at all.

I am angry! Angry at myself for letting him in and angry at him for asking me out when he is clearly unavailable.

I don't know how they do stuff here in Montana but I was raised to be faithful and true. That's probably why I endured Eric's lack of attention and overlooked his cheating for so long.

Yes, I knew my boyfriend was out fucking anything with a vagina almost weekly. I discovered it when I found a hotel receipt in his pocket.

I did a little amateur sleuthing and found out that he had used that certain hotel for years. He had an open account with the seedy fleabag accommodations; he paid after the use of their room, usually with cash that I still didn't know where it came from. So, I tolerated his cheating and laziness because that's what I was taught to do.

But now? Now was different. I am not that same girl I was then. I was aware of the obscenity of the world and knew very few people abided by the 'old ways'.

So, I'm not about to let some philandering womanizer get the best of me. He cannot have his cake and eat it too!

It’s been a few days since the sheriff and his girlfriend/wife/whatever had visited the diner and I was ever so grateful. I didn’t want to see his cheating, conniving face at all! Everytime I thought about the audacity he had to ask me out when he was clearly taken, my blood pressure skyrocketed. The nerve of him! The gall to manipulate the situation to his advantage was mind boggling.

After the lunch rush was over, I set about getting the remaining tables and chairs back into their proper order when the bell rang and someone stepped in. I smile as I see who I know now is a regular at this time of the day, Joey. Joey would come in when the rush was over and keep Deb and I amused with his stories of different things. He seems to be a nice guy who lived alone and simply desired social interaction.

I smile at him as he walks to his usual spot and settles in. Deb writes up his normal order. As I pass by headed to the kitchen, Joey smiles and speaks. “You look nice today, Y/n.”

“Thanks Joey.”

Deb and I listen to Joey as he regales about the time his uncle took him and his cousins fishing at Park Lake Campground, southwest of town.

"So, here we were standing alongside the lake. We could practically see the fish swimming around, waiting for us to throw our lines in. Marco and Luis were baiting their hooks as ole Uncle Paul was sliding the earthworm onto mine. He didn't trust me not to try to eat the lure." He pauses as Deb and I give him a look of disgust. He laughs and continues.

"Ladies, I was 4 years old okay! I probably would've tried to eat it," he laughs. "Anyway, he gets the hook ready and hands me the pole. I watch my cousins cast their line out into the water so I pull back and throw……hook, line, sinker and pole. It floats on the water for a second before it sinks. Uncle P starts yelling and running toward the water. No one caught anything that day."

The bell over the door rings and a woman walks in with a brown paper bag with handles. There is no writing on the nondescript back. She smiles at us and asks for Y/N. I groan as I realize exactly what that means.

The fucking sheriff has sent me another goddamn gift. I mask my irritation and I step forward with a smile and take the bag.

Inside is a stuffed animal. I pull it out to see it's a gray squirrel holding an acorn in its paws. On the acorn are the words "NUTS FOR YOU".

Yea, he's nuts if he thinks I'm going to keep accepting his little gifts and trinkets. Not when he's a two-timing jerk!

I stuff the stuffed animal back in the bag and take it in the back room, where we keep our personal items.

After my shift, I'm making a pitstop at the Sheriff's office and putting an end to his treacherous ways, once and for all!

The taxi driver can tell I’m on a mission as soon as I slide into the backseat and utter, “Take me to the sheriff’s office.”

As we pull up outside of Helena P.D. I can see the red truck that I know belongs to the sheriff sitting alongside the other cop cars in the lot. I can’t help but sneer at it as I pay the cabbie and exit the vehicle.

I open the door to the building and am met immediately with the smell of donuts and coffee. I want to laugh at the plain and simple stereotype of it all but before I can even twitch my lips, I look through and see Sheriff Arlen and his companion through the glass that divides the front of the station with what is apparently his office. They are both smiling and talking and I see him throw his head back and laugh at what she just said.

“Can I help you?”

I bring my focus back to the front to see the same officer that had come to collect the sheriff and his companion that day at the diner; the day I realized just what a swindler the man in charge is.

“I need to speak to the Sheriff, if you can pull the lovebirds apart,” I jeer. The man looks at me questioningly and goes to open his mouth but evidently Beau has noticed my presence and comes out of the room.

“Y/N?” he calls as he approaches, a smile on his face. What the fuck is he smiling for? Does he not realize I know what a fraud he is? His ‘whatever she is’ is standing right there behind him, leaning against the door frame of his office. Her arms are crossed over her front and her head is sort of cocked to the side. Does she know who I am? Does she know he asked me out when he is obviously involved with her? Why is she not fuming? Why does she look as if she could care less?

Beau finally gets to the front desk and he nods at the officer who was still standing there. “I got this Popcorn.”

‘Popcorn’ nods and heads back to his desk.

“What’re you doing here?” the Sheriff asks. “Having more troubles?”

I clear my throat and straighten my stance as I pull the brown gift bag from my purse. I reach inside and grab the stuffed animal and remove it. I look at it one more time before I lift it and throw it right in his face.

“I don’t want your stupid gifts! I don’t want anything to do with you! How dare you try to take advantage of me in my time of need! You’re a fucking asshole and a cheat! Fuck. You!”

I turn to leave but not before I notice the look of confusion on the sheriff’s face. As I push the door open, I hear his voice. “Y/N! Wait!”

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @deanwanddamons @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi8278 @lyarr24 @kazsrm67 @chriszgirl92 @fanfic-n-tabulous

#law & love #jensen ackles #big sky #beau arlen #beau x reader

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circusgoth-dotcom · 7 months

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The Long Lost Siblings

Ship: Implied Gabriel of Blackburn x The Sheriff of Nottingham, Gabriel interacting with Marian and Sarah

Word Count: 1273

Summary: Gabriel sets out to speak with Maid Marian, but there's not much she can say without her father around. CWs for brief food mentions (kind of?), implied Sheriff wanting to use Gabriel's status for his own gain (though we all know the man has a big fat crush that offsets these desires), implied ambush by Robin Hood and his merry men, cliffhanger.

Tag List: @myers-meadow @canongf @futurewife

Though the sheriff’s words had piqued Gabriel’s interest, he was hesitant to bother this “Marian,” especially with her higher status. Still, she lived here, in Nottingham, amongst people like him... so what really made them so different from each other?

Once his nerves about angering the sheriff again had passed, he finally set out for the rolling hills beyond the city, borrowing a shadowy horse with fiery eyes. Gabriel had little experience with actually riding horses, but this animal seemed willing to work with him, trotting along at a comfortable pace while he psyched himself up.

How to even start a conversation like this? “Hi, I’m Gabriel, the sheriff told me to ask you about your family because he thinks we might be related?” And who knows what Marian was actually like... what if she were cold toward him the moment he arrived? As his thoughts wandered, his hand fiddled with the cross around his neck. Slowly, he began to take in his surroundings, and he felt his stomach drop as he gripped the reigns in front of him.

“Woah...” He commanded, staring wide-eyed at the trees on either side of him. He hadn’t considered he would have to make his way through Sherwood Forest in order to reach his destination. Skin prickling, he pressed low against the back of the horse and urged it forward once more, now on high alert. The dappling of the sun through the vibrant foliage would’ve almost been mystical if Gabriel had not been so tense. Somewhere far off he heard a whistling. He reached up to pet the horse’s neck soothingly, more to reassure himself than the animal. Lord, you know I’m not as much of a holy man as you’d surely like me to be, but please grant me safe passage through these wicked woods...

He signalled for the horse to pick up the pace, just barely glimpsing the bright parting of the treeline up ahead. Wooden chimes clunked together and branches whined with each step the beast took down the road. Gabriel’s mind raced. He should turn around now, before Robin Hood appeared, but he was frozen in place, stuck to the back of his horse. He supposed having an animal with such a dark coat gave him an advantage in the shadows, but it didn’t mean he was safe. All was still for three agonizingly long seconds before Gabriel swore he heard someone behind him.

He drove the horse into a canter, then a full gallop as his soul reached for the light beyond the trees... and when he burst into it, he gasped in relief, never so grateful before to feel the sun’s warmth on his face. And Marian’s home was not far, he could see it in the distance. He rode down the field, shaking with tears in his eyes. To make the return home would be just as hard, so he savoured his time out of the line of fire. When he reached the large stone building, he slid off of his horse and led it toward the property’s stable. There, he found a homely maiden, her brunette hair tied away from her round face in a simple braid.

“Are you Maid Marian?” Gabriel asked, slightly out of breath. The woman looked up, surprised at the sound of a visitor.

“No, but she is my lady... who are you?”

“Ah, forgive me... I’m Gabriel of Blackburn. A friend of mine in the city encouraged me to find Maid Marian... I-I know this sounds a bit odd, but he believes we must be related.”

The surprise remained on the woman’s face. “Who might this friend be?”

He felt warmth flow into his cheeks and ears. “The Sheriff of Nottingham, ma’am.”

At this, her brow furrowed. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it for a moment before speaking once more. “If my lady wishes to speak to you, you shall have at it. If she doesn’t, you must return back the way you came, at once.”

Now it was Gabriel’s turn to be puzzled. “Well... alright.” He glanced back toward the forest and swallowed while the maid went off to fetch Marian. It wasn’t long before a woman with flowing, curly hair in an almost identical shade to Gabriel’s appeared, wearing a green dress with gold embellishments.

“So, this is Gabriel?” Marian spoke. Gabriel bowed in respect.

“A pleasure to be in your presence, my lady.” He straightened up and attempted to fix his hair, as it had fallen in his face when he dipped. “I hate to be a bother... truly, I don’t know where to begin...”

“The sheriff thinks we’re related?”

“Oh-- yes, yes he does. Wouldn’t tell me why or how he has any inkling of that being the case...” Gabriel studied Marian’s features as respectfully as he could. “I suppose... if you put on a little more weight in the face, yes... I could see the similarities between us. But related...?”

“Why don’t you come inside? Sarah, will you fetch us some tea?”

“Of course, Lady Marian.”

~~~

Once settled inside a sunny drawing room, with cups of tea in hand, Marian began to tell Gabriel all she knew- or at least, all she wanted Gabriel to know.

“My father liked to travel, before he settled with my mother and they had me... it’s not impossible that he was in a relationship prior to this,” she began, stirring honey into her tea.

“He hasn’t happened to mention a...” Gabriel cleared his throat, far from used to speaking about his mother nowadays, “Catherine, has he?”

Marian considered this for a moment. “I don’t believe so.”

Gabriel nodded. “Doesn’t surprise me, whether he’s truly my father or not. Not many would like to associate with the likes of her, believe me.”

“The more I look at you two...” Sarah began before shaking her head in disbelief.

“Has he ever mentioned Blackburn, my hometown?” Gabriel pressed. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so determined to get answers. If it was all a false trail, his life would remain mostly unchanged, though the future of his relationship with the sheriff would become much more awkward.

“He may’ve. But that doesn’t prove anything. You’d have to talk to him yourself about it, but he’s aiding King Richard in the Crusades at the moment.”

“Would you send him a letter on my behalf?”

Marian hesitated, but when her eyes met Gabriel’s a willing and determined expression took her. “I’ll get to the bottom of this. You’ve intrigued me.”

“Thank you so much, my lady,” Gabriel bowed his head. “And thank you for the tea as well.”

“And for feeding and watering your horse,” Sarah added. Though not much progress had been made, Gabriel left Maid Marian’s home feeling a bit more optimistic. Her father’s word would be final, if he told the truth. As he entered Sherwood Forest, doubt rose again; even then, what would happen after the confirmation if it was all true? Would it not be a scandal if it got out that the brother of King Richard and Prince John had had a child before his marriage? Would they not all be scrutinized? Would Gabriel’s royal blood even matter at that point?

It matters to the sheriff, a small voice inside of him called out. It matters to him very much.

But why is this so? Because we’re such close friends?

You know as much as I... we’re the same person, after all.

The cracking of a branch shook Gabriel out of his internal conflict, and a scream ripped through him as an arrow whizzed over his head.

#at this point i've literally just made this my own interpretation of r.ob.in h.oo.d featuring ala.n rick.m.an's sher.iff of nott.ingham #FHFHFHFH #circus scripts #self shipping #self shipping community #gay self ship #trans self ship #self insert #self insert oc #self insert x canon #oc x canon #self x canon #q'd #🗡️A Heart of Black Charcoal🖤#🐎⛪.s/i

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Darien Clifford

(made with picrew) MC I sent some days ago to @cheerstotheelites-if

PROFILE

Age: 17

Gender: non-binary

Pronouns: they/them

Class Section: 12-A

Nickname/s: Twisted Clown, Crazy Bastard.... etc.

ID Number: 22-7895

Club: Photography

PERSONALITY

▶ Quiet / Loud in nature

▶ A genuine cinnamon (rarely) / Sarcastic Bitch (predominantly in school)

▶ Understanding / Insensitive

▶ The friendliest you’ll ever meet (a mix between Cooper and Eliseo)

▶ Emotional / Rational

▶ Stoic / Expressive

▶ Rule follower/Rule breaker

Hobbies

Playing video games alone or with his friends

Stirring up trouble (”School life would get boring otherwise”)

Hanging out with his friends

Petting Zephyrine’s cat

Bullying the bullies into stopping the bullying Rehabilitating the bullies (thanks god emery is coming in ‘the next chapters to change this idiot)

Helping their mom with the house chores

Taking photos of cloud shapes (The sky gets even more beautiful after the rain. The chaos creates new cloud shapes for people to enjoy”)

Writing poetry whenever inspired by the nature around them

Relationships part 1

▶ Parents

Has good relationship with both of their parents, but they are slightly closer to their mother than their father due to their shared hobby of photography. They tend to affectionately tease their mother a lot too which can get in Felicity’s nerves sometimes. If they’ve made their mother mad, they try to make up for it by helping her out or doing something for her. As for their father, they go to visit him at their work whenever they have time to. Both because they want to meet their father and because they want to see if any cat is around for them to pet. Darien will usually bring one or two stray animals for Zeke to check out if they are healthy or not and hopefully convince him to let them adopt one of the animals.

“I’m grateful for the parents I have and for the friendship and bond they’ve created with me. I have seen them work hard to raise me since I was young, though I was lonely from time to time, so I’d like to one day, when they get older, to provide for them and make them proud.”

▶ Weylyn

His childhood best friend and the only person to whom they confide to. In Lumintoille they are polar opposites, one is an excellent twisted and hotheaded troublemaker while the other is the kind and warm President of Lumintoille.No one can even comprehend how this two are friends. But the crazy bastard becomes more normal around their friend.

They lower their head and accept Weylyn’s admonishing when they’ve gone too far with their antics at school and try not to do them again, but not much change can be seen in their antics for now.

They go to the Rutherford household to hang out with Weylyn and have a taste of the legendary cooking of Weylyn’s mother. They are currently learning how to cook from her so that they can make their favourite Rutherford dishes themselves. They are very obedient and polite when staying here quite different from when they are at school.

“Weylyn is one of those friends who come only once or twice in a lifetime. I may not be as good of a friend as he deserves but know that I will cherish this friendship for as long as I live”

▶ Zephyrine (their soon-to-be crush/ RO)

An unusual friendship started over the love for cats. Zeph’s cat one day had gone outside the house and stumbling upon Darien who started cooing at her and tried to pet her. Zeph was searching for her and when she found her cat being petted by Darien. They started talking about her cat with Darien interrogating her on how she took care of her cat while keeping notes on their little notebook (they might have some screws loose now that I think about it😂).

Darien has tried to make Zephyrine show her true self more to them at least but at the beginning they had no success. They, nonetheless, continued in their quest and still do even now. They want to be to Zephyrine what Weylyn has been to them.

“Zephyrine is my cat lover friend who I want to know more about. She might look like an open book and like she is a social butterfly with thousands of friends, but I can see a glimpse of sadness,loneliness and insecurity in her...”

“I want to know more about Zephyrine.”

Bedroom Design

A plain,simple and minimalistic bedroom for a suprisingly minimalist student

#MC #description #cheerstotheelites

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wackybuddiemewbs · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday Buddie Edition

What can I say? Buck is one of my fave wump characters and I kinda dig this idea of him having his "oh" moment on the verge of dying. More so since of what we saw in season 6 thus far. Still don't know what I'm doing. Won't ever. But I'm rocking it, for better of worse. Cheers!

Working title: Reenact My Pain of Losing You

Basic idea: When the 118 is summoned to a field with actual trenches and not at all real soldiers of a world war, everyone is in for a bad surprise when the play turns dead serious. And it’s not just time that’s ticking for Buck and Eddie.

Find out more here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

“… I still wonder what the odds are,” Buck blurts out, asking.

“Odds for what?” he can hear the frown on Eddie’s face even down in that trench, looking at the stars above.

“To nearly die in a bombing, only to end up on a bunch of grenades. Like, what are the odds?” Buck heaves a small sigh, reminding himself not to move too much. “I mean, not that you would know. You suck at math, after all. I guess we both won’t ever know. But yeah… what are the odds, right?”

Buck is aware that he’s been battling the odds long before the bombing, long before he ever tried out as a firefighter. As he learned some time back, his life started against a great many odds. And while he dares to think he came to terms with it for the most part, there is no denying that he battled the odds, tested their limits, and sometimes even went well beyond them.

Still, it remains his shit luck to seemingly lose against the odds unintentionally. Because some guys wanted to play at war. Well, at least that proves him right about not having gone through with the SEALs training. Buck is not cut out for war either. Or rather, he doesn’t have the nerve for any of this.

“Well, maybe that means the odds are on your side,” Eddie argues. “Because someone who survived a bombing might just as well survive a second. Like people winning at the lottery who’d won before.”

Buck snorts at that. “You know that whole thing’s a scam, right?”

“Tell my abuela that.”

“I might jinx it.” He smirks. “Like, if I go tonight, she won’t get to me.”

“Buck.” Eddie’s tone is a warning.

“I’m kidding,” Buck assures him quickly. He knows he should cut that out. Eddie is clearly not taking well to his gallows humor, and that is likely the appropriate reaction. But Buck can’t seem to stop himself.

What’s the point anyway, right? If I don’t laugh about it, I might just as well cry about it. And what’s gained from that?

“Alright…,” Eddie mutters, then pauses. “You’ll have to pick a new category for quizzes, though. We’re through with geography, biology, and astrology.”

“I don’t wanna quiz anymore,” Buck whispers, feeling his chest tighten.

No, he isn’t going to cry. Not yet, at least. But he doesn’t want to think about lakes or constellations or weird animal facts anymore, either. Because they tend to make him think about Chris. And then he is this close to choking up after all.

“Sure, whatever you want,” Eddie answers quickly. There is another pause on the other end of the line.

Buck screws his eyes shut. Truthfully, he is more than grateful that Eddie has been keeping him preoccupied this whole time. It takes his mind off of the obvious. And Buck always found something particularly deafening about silence. Lying in that trench all by himself when Eddie is not there to fill the silence nearly makes him lose it every time.

“So, ugh… What else do you wanna talk about, then?” Eddie asks, his voice soft, almost too soft for Buck. But that’s just Eddie.

Buck licks his lips.

What do you want to talk about before you die? Might die?

Loaded question, he supposes. One he maybe should have taken to Dr. Copeland before. After all, it’s the kind of question that may come up on any call. But it never came up for Buck until now, oddly enough. Because it’s not his first time dancing the dance of death. He had close calls before, very close calls.

Like the bombing, the ladder truck. But back then, he didn’t think about that. He was scared, downright terrified. And in pain. Lots of pain that even the adrenaline couldn’t wash away. It happened too fast for him to start crafting a speech or whatever else. He just dug his nails into the gravel and tried to stay awake, grappled on to life in a desperate attempt that somehow went in his favor at long last.

When he did that rescue by the construction after Eddie got shot, Buck didn’t think about any last words as well. Sure, he didn’t have much time either. But the climb was long enough to think of something, had he put his mind to it. But back then, he tried not to think at all. Because thinking lead to feeling. And he didn’t want to feel what he felt. Buck didn’t want to feel like he had when Eddie got shot. Then he rather would have died. Literally. If only to make that stupid life matter somehow. Anyhow. To keep his loved ones safe.

Not that he has a death wish, he really doesn’t. Contrary to what some people think, Buck isn’t chasing death. He isn’t chasing a glorious exit from this world. Some time back, Maddie said that they are opposites, the fugitive and the settler. Settling means wanting to stay. So Buck doesn’t have a death wish, he has an undying will to live, and perhaps a certain talent not to jump the knife despite the close calls he’s had.

But now he is lying here, he can’t move, there is not enough adrenaline left in him to keep all thoughts and feelings out of his head, away from his heart. They are spinning freely, round and round, taunting him, just to spin another time. Which means he may have to answer some of the questions he’s managed to dodge for quite a few years by now.

He had been thinking about some of it, following Lev’s death. He tried to find the answer to his own happiness. And Lev only found it the second before he left this world. And no again, Buck didn’t chase death after that either. Despite a certain stunt he pulled involving a bike. But Lev’s death got him thinking about the things Buck tends to push away.

If you had just one more day to live, what would you do? What would you say? And to whom?

“Buck?” he can hear Eddie’s voice call out.

Buck blinks. “Oh, ugh, sorry. I… drifted off.”

“That’s okay, just making sure. I bet you’re exhausted, but we can’t have you doze off. So you gotta hold on tight, remember,” Eddie tells him.

“Right. Yeah, of course. Holding on.”

He’s accustomed to that. Has done that for the better and worse part of his life. He held on tight. He clutched, clawed, clung. Because he was desperate to be left behind. Because he was desperate to stay, so others may stay with him.

And has anything truly changed about it since then?

“So what do you want to talk about, if not random trivia?” Eddie questions.

“You.” The word comes to Buck with unexpected ease, even less expected resolution.

Maybe the universe is answering at the worst of times yet again, huh? Which might be just about the shittiest sense of humor anyone could possibly have.

“Me?” Eddie asks, confused.

“Mhm,” Buck hums, settling into the feeling spreading throughout him. Because it’s comforting. It’s not cold and damp. It doesn’t taste of dust. It doesn’t make his ribs ache from having to remain in that awkward position. It’s warm and bright and makes his stomach flutter in a most pleasant way.

Maybe it really works like that. Maybe that’s how Lev found his answers. When you find yourself in an everything-or-nothing kind of situation, it creates a certain clarity that you lack in normal life. Normal life is muddied by a lot of things. There is just so much noise.

So much is going on, so much life happening, all at once and very loudly. And Buck loves that about life. How full it is, how much it is, how loud it is, never once being sorry for it being there. But sometimes, it makes it hard to see that one single thing you want to look at, hear one voice you want to hear above all else. Because life keeps happening around you, pulling you all kinds of directions, so you lose focus.

Like spinning in a circle too many times and then trying to walk in a straight line.

But in situations that are either or, nor or neither, you don’t have that. It’s this way or the other, left or right, back or forth. There is no staggering, no escape. It’s very still, very timid, and in that way, absolutely clear.

If you had just one more day to live, what would you do? What would you say? And to whom? Whose voice would you want to hear? Whose stories would you want to listen to till last?

“What do you want me to say about myself, then?” Eddie asks.

And Buck can’t help but smile. “I don’t know. Like, plans for the weekend or how breakfast was today. I didn’t ask.”

There are so many things he didn’t say, didn’t do. There are things Buck could have added to his memories. Like how Eddie’s day was before he got to the station. But they had a call early on, so he didn’t have the chance to ask. It’s mundane, he knows, but Buck loves the mundane. Because even the quiet life is loud in his head, in his heart, small treasures he’d want to preserve. So maybe he can add some more, as many as he can.

“You know you’re being odd right now,” Eddie comments.

“So?”

He gets to be, right? Buck can leave being sensible to the rest for now. He just lies here and he feels. Lets the feelings bleed out of him, ready or not. And Buck is done shutting those emotions out, no matter how many questions and troubles they may add to a life that lies on the knife’s edge right now. The sky is clear above him, and so seem some things that normal life tends to leave in the fog and constant noise of its recurrence.

Maybe, had he stopped and stared some time ago, it would have come to him sooner. But the matter of fact is that it’s coming to Buck now, slowly creeping up his spine. And against the odds of the situation, it’s not that scary.

“Fine. Breakfast talk… Ugh, lemme think. I wanted to have cereal, but I forgot to buy a new package, so I had a PB&J sandwich instead. Plus coffee, of course,” Eddie tells him. “There, happy?”

Buck smiles. “Very.”

If you had just one more day to live, what would you do? Who would you want to be with? What would you say? And why?

“So I’ll have to get a new package of cereal on the weekend. I… we should go together, you know? Coz I was thinking about having a picnic in the park. Chris is aching to skateboard again, because he’s apparently not too old for that yet. So we could pack some things and head straight there. He’d sure have a blast.”

Buck smiles, feeling his eyes water. “That… that sounds great.”

He knows what Eddie is doing. Because Buck has done it plenty of times, talking to people on calls in an effort to calm them down. You don’t promise that you get them out, but you leave them hoping, so long there is as much as a slight chance they might make it. You help them visualize the future after the event. Sometimes, they get to it, and it serves as motivation to reach it. Other times, Buck supposes, it’s a small comfort. Not a lie, really, but a way of escape from an otherwise frightening and horrid situation. To a future that may never be, but at the same time just might.

“Then we’re gonna do that,” Eddie says, nearly choking on the words.

“We should, yeah.”

If you had just one more day to live, what would you do? What would you say? And to whom? And why? Why?

Buck has a feeling he knows at long last, glancing at the stars above him. If they are mocking him, he has no care in the world for it. Because he has the answer right in front of him, despite the universe’s bad sense of humor to only have him hear it.

A day in the park with Eddie and Christopher. Smiling and laughing with them. Be with the people who are most important to him in his life. Live with them, happy and loud and unashamed.

A day in the park with Eddie and Christopher. One more day to say what’s been bubbling underneath the surface of a fast-paced life that didn’t leave Buck the room to fully comprehend until now that this was a truth he’s known well before. His way to happiness all along.

A day in the park with Eddie and Christopher. One more day to chance it, throw the dice, steal a kiss, and see where it leads him. He’s kissed guys before. Some time back, even dated some. So that’s not what would have him scared. Just Eddie saying no thanks. Eddie withdrawing. But he’d try anyway.

After all, it’d be his last day. If tomorrow isn’t promised to him, then, doesn’t that set him free to follow his heart no matter what? Because he’d only have one more day promised to him. So why wouldn’t he use it? To steal a few more seconds than were granted to Lev before he found his answer?

If Buck had just one more day to live, he’d want to spend it with the people he loves, that’s what Buck knows without a shadow of a doubt. Because it is those people who are his happiness.

If Buck had just one more day to live, he’d say how he truly feels. To Eddie. For Eddie.

But that’s the treacherous thing about it.

Buck may not live another day to do it.

Still, he should.

Maybe.

Probably.

“We definitely should.”

I have to.

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ash-and-books · 2 years

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Rating: 2/5

Book Blurb: This sweet, enemies-to-lovers debut rom-com filled with Chinese astrology will undoubtedly prove to be a perfect match with readers of Helen Hoang, Jasmine Guillory, and Helena Hunting. Always a matchmaker, never a match...

Olivia Huang Christenson is excited-slash-terrified to be taking over her grandmother’s matchmaking business. But when she learns that a new dating app has made her Pó Po’s traditional Chinese zodiac approach all about “animal attraction,” her emotions skew more toward furious-slash-outraged. Especially when L.A.’s most-eligible bachelor Bennett O’Brien is behind the app that could destroy her family’s legacy . . . Liv knows better than to fall for any guy, let alone an infuriatingly handsome one who believes that traditions are meant to be broken. As the two businesses go head to head, Bennett and Liv make a deal: they’ll find a match for each other—and whoever falls in love loses. But Liv is dealing with someone who’s already adept at stealing business ideas . . . so what’s stopping him from stealing her heart too?

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Two rival matchmakers, a bet to find the other one someone to fall in love with, and the most incompatible couple ever. Olivia Huang Christenson is going to take over her grandmother’s matchmaking business, Lunar Love. It’s all she’s ever wanted. She firmly believes that only compatible Chinese zodiac animal signs make successful couples, she is firmly FIRMLY held in her traditional beliefs. Then she has a cute meet cute with a guy at a bakery...who happens to be the owner of a new Chinese zodiac dating app and her rival in business... Bennett O’Brien, who just also happens to be L.A.’s most eligible bachelor. It doesn’t help that they are incompatible zodiac signs. Liv plans on taking down Bennett even if it means manipulating him into getting a date with him, spying on his business, and sending him a crushing review of his app.... but it turns out he knows exactly who she is and still agreed to go on a date with her because he believes in incompatible couples, her exact opposite belief. Bennett wants to give them a chance but Liv believes they can never work out. Liv has been hurt by incompatible relationships in the past and refuses to be hurt again. When they both end up on a panel and publicly challenge each other’s beliefs, they end up in a contest to see if they can find the other one the perfect match using their own dating techniques/app... except now they are falling for each other. Here’s the thing, I didn’t like Liv at all, I tried, I tried to empathize, I tried to get behind her way but honestly she was so frustrating, childish, and just not that great. Bennett was a really sweet love interest but Liv just grated at my nerves unfortunately. She so firmly behind her stance.. she’s the sign of a horse but my goodness is she as stubborn as one too. As a matchmaker you’d think she’d be a little open to other possibilities. but no apparently thats impossible. The wrap up and sudden 180 in character belief was meh by the end of the book. Honestly I think Liv needs more time to focus on herself and to really work on her perspective because we spend a majority of the book with her arguing with Bennett and denying incompatible zodiac signs and the chance that the pairing could work. So yeah, while it might have started off as a cute rom com it just fizzled out for me. I loved the idea of the book and I am always for fun concepts and showcasing different cultures and ideas, so while this didn’t work for me, definitely give it a try, maybe it’ll be the perfect book for you.

*Thanks Netgalley and Forever (Grand Central Publishing), Forever for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

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mimelord1 · 2 years

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Emmanuel the Emu Sick After Wild Geese Bird Flu Strike Florida Farm

Emmanuel the Emu Sick After Wild Geese, Bird Flu Strike Florida Farm https://ift.tt/8XPyYo9 Emmanuel the Emu — a viral sensation from earlier this year — is near death’s door after the bird flu has spread throughout his farm … killing off a lot of the owners’ other animals. Taylor Blake shared the sad news Saturday, saying their business — Knuckle Bump Farms — has been hit hard by avian influenza … this after a pack of wild geese have flown onto their property consistently of late — leaving behind deadly strains of the flu that has taken its toll. I lost Emily, Eliza and Elliot. The virus hit them extremely hard and very quickly. I tried my best to save them, but I was unsuccessful. We lost every single chicken and duck on our farm. We lost all of our geese. We lost our 2 female black swans. We lost both of our turkeys. — eco sister (@hiitaylorblake) October 15, 2022 @hiitaylorblake Blake says they’ve lost 99% of their domesticated birds — including all of their ducks, geese and chickens … not to mentions some of their emus, including Emily, Eliza and Elliot. Now, it sounds like only Emmanuel and another emu named Rico are left alive — but TB says Emmanuel is on the mend right now after unexpectedly going down on Wednesday … apparently a result of catching the bird flu that’s running rampant on their farm. I am running on about 4hrs of sleep in 4 days bc all that matters to me is saving him. Currently, he is stable. His neurological symptoms have subsided but he still won’t eat or drink on his own. I am hand feeding him & giving him subcutaneous fluids every 2hrs around the clock. pic.twitter.com/qXkTRE8Jb6 — eco sister (@hiitaylorblake) October 15, 2022 @hiitaylorblake Blake says she’s been tending to him around the clock and that Emmanuel is fighting to stay alive. While she’s devastated over the loss of their other animals … she says she’s grateful to still have Emmanuel, and believes he’ll make a full recovery — despite some nerve damage. She explains … “It seems like I haven’t been able to catch a break these past few months, but I am so incredibly blessed. I have so much gratitude in my heart that Emmanuel is still alive. That he is fighting. That my best friend is making a comeback. I am going to be ok, we are going to be ok!” Waiting for your permission to load TikTok Post. Blake says she’s working through getting Emmanuel back to 100% with physical therapy, and is asking the public for prayers, as well as help on tips in regards to big bird PT. One last thing … it sounds like the water dispersed all over Florida as a result of Hurricane Ian may have contributed to the bird flu spreading like crazy. Scary stuff, especially if you have livestock that may be susceptible. Here’s hoping Emmanuel can pull through. The post Emmanuel the Emu Sick After Wild Geese, Bird Flu Strike Florida Farm first appeared on Suave Media. Tags and categories: Uncategorized via WordPress https://ift.tt/EnCShpI October 16, 2022 at 02:03AM

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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Batons and Unicorns

Steven Grant x GN!Mute!Reader

Part 2 || Part 3

Summary: You, a new and shy addition to Avengers Tower, are a mutant with the ability to shift into animals at will: you're Skinchanger. Thing is? You're mute, and much prefer the company of your fellow animals to humans, even the Earth's mightiest heroes, which kind of alienates you. Until you meet Steven Grant, the other new addition to Avengers Tower.

Fluff, cute, silly, a purely ridiculous fanfic involving our boy Steven

A/N: Yeah so I enjoy the fanfics where Avengers Tower still exists and nobody died horrible deaths and endured unnecessary suffering due to a giant purple alien with a thing for jewelry and everyone is hApPy like they deserve. (I do not know if there's actually a Skinchanger in the Marvel universe and I am way too lazy to Google it) .

Notes: My knowledge of DID comes solely from Moon Knight, so if there are any inaccuracies please let me know!

Warnings: Rated 14+. This story involves strong language. Reader is mute due to being extremely shy. Hawkeye is an ass because I really, really do not like Jeremy Renner at all (which means he has no sad MCU backstory to make him more of a jackass in this story), and also? I needed an antagonist.

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So, apparently you're an Avenger now.

You should be celebrating.

Seriously, like go grab a fucking cake and some candles or whatnot and party because wow, somehow you made it into the elites of the elites.

Which just doesn't happen to average people, right?

Yeah, except you aren't average.

Not in the bad way, not at all, I mean you're a freaking badass. The way you casually shifted into an elephant to scare the shit outta those guys holding up the train station? Fucking badass.

Only, you didn't know these dudes were apparently rogue criminal agents ready to set off a chemical weapon. You didn't know that Iron Man would bust through a window to grab the bomb that you'd accidentally knocked into a grate, which you then collected with your trunk. And you really didn't expect to accidentally save Ant-Man's life. How were you supposed to know you were stepping between him and a speeding bullet that was only a superfluous injury to your badass elephant self?

'Course, the Avengers didn't know you were a person. They thought you were an escaped elephant from the Central Park Zoo or something. Nah, you're just a wanderer setting out from (your hometown) on a journey of self-discovery. Right place, right time.

You were also broke as hell and lost as fuck, but nobody's keeping track, right?

Ah, whatever. Somehow you bagged the greatest job in the universe.

Iron Man himself (against the judgment of like, everybody, but whatever, he's Tony Stark so he can do whatever the fuck he wants) recruited you when you turned back to your normal human self. "Wanna be a hero, kid?"

Sure, you'd nodded. You're mute, which was easily explained when you started communicating in sign language and kind Captain Rogers translated for you.

Although, honestly? You hate people. Who doesn't nowadays? Even the heroes you really didn't wanna be around. But, you took the job. Pays well, gets you college, and gives you a pretty damn good reputation while you're at it.

Not to mention.

You are now, personally, in the midst of heroes. Gods, even. On your first day moved in with nothing but your little bag of luggage you meet Thor himself. And Loki. Did I mention Loki. Although with the whole New Asgard thing in Norway, they're not really at Avengers Tower much thank whatever, because it's kind of nerve-wracking, being in the presence of gods? Not to mention Loki. You were there for the Loki-pocalypse taking over Tumblr when he reformed. You witnessed all the hype and fanfics and millions of people across the globe drooling over this man.

You may have been one of them.

Just saying. That might be why it was kinda hard to look him in the eye. Not that you read hardcore smut or anything (or did you...? I don't know you. That's none of my business.), but still. The guy is like ten feet tall and dark and handsome with his features sharp enough to cut through fucking diamond.

Geez, you're glad he's off to New Asgard.

So, you move in. Mr. Stark (as you've been told to call him, by him) takes you to a mandatory introduction to the whole of the Avengers crew.

Boy.

There a lot of them.

There's like three Peters, five Steves, and each guy or gal has a specific superpower. And backstory. And twenty pages of why you should not under any circumstances fuck with any of them of previous missions and accomplishments that make you feel like your elephant-heroic-ness is falling far short of the Avengers title.

Then you move in.

Mr. Stark gives you a spacious apartment on the living floor, in the midst of everybody else's apartments that few of them actually use. Thankfully you are set far back. You get a crappy nice view of the congested cluster fuck of cars and smog-covered city of New York through a big-ass window, a gigantic bed, a generous bathroom, and the man even buys you clothes. Congrats! You've officially been adopted by Tony Stark! Way to go!

Your mentor? Thank god it's a robot. You're given a set of martial arts lessons and must copy them, occasionally fighting some drones. You do this in the evening, after school to get your... whatever degree.

Thankfully, you see very little of the heroes. They're off doing hero stuff or whatever. You see them at the compound dinner (although there is a kitchenette in your personal apartment like everybody else's so you can have your own private dinner if you want), sometimes, never all of them at once. The only ones that actually live there are Scott Lang, Natasha Romanoff, Thor and Loki part-time, Bruce Banner, and Peter Parker part-time. The Guardians of the Galaxy use it as a recharge station when they come to Earth.

And Mr. Stark, duh.

When you do see them, they try to make polite one-sided conversation with you because only a few of them know sign language, like Mr. Rogers and Parker. But you don't talking to people because they're like??? just no??? don't talk??? to you??? Like you wanna go about your own business.

Peacefully.

Privately.

And then you come home from school one day to find the apartment next to yours fucking open, like???

Open??? Like??? Somebody's moving in???

Whom the fuck, you might think, like a very proper-speaking person.

Whom the fuck indeed.

Milling around in front is Nick motherfucking Fury, who you only met once upon your arrival. Next to him is Mr. Stark himself, using a dolly to wheel in a pile of boxes full of books.

Books.

BOOKS.

Man do you love books. Like your whole apartment is full of books from floor-to-ceiling of your own and from your local library. BOOKS GALORE.

"Well, Stevie--" Mr. Stark tries to say, but he's interrupted.

"Ste-ven. With a V." Says a very British voice in response, soft and quiet, though also impatient. Exasperated. Like he's said this a billion times.

"Sorry," Mr. Stark replies nonchalantly, "Steven. Marc. Jake. Welcome to Avengers Tower."

You kind of linger behind Fury and Stark, who haven't noticed you yet, peering into the room. There's a large fish tank with a single beautiful goldfish, and shelves and shelves of what will probably hold books, because all the boxes in the room have books. Old books. New books. Big, small, medium, tiny, books everywhere.

This Steven/Marc/Jake guy might be a good neighbor to have. Like maybe you might befriend him to get access to this little personal library of his? Maybe???

The poor guy, though, looks extremely tired. He has dark bags under his dark eyes and his inky black hair is unkempt. Poor guy looks like he hasn't slept this millennium. Dudebro, you ok?

"Am I a prisoner?" Steven questions.

"No," Fury replies sincerely, "You're a guest. Marc joined the Avengers Initiative for you and Jake both, and so now you're based here. You're free to leave, after you've completed your training."

Steven seems surprised. "B-but I'm already the Avatar of Khonshu..."

Khonshu? As in the crazy moon god from Egyptian mythology?

That's right my dude. Dudette. Person. Whatever. You do your research. You're a fucking nerd and you have nothing to be ashamed of.

Or you're not.

Either way. You know who Khonshu is.

Realization hits you. This must be fucking Moon Knight.

You'd heard of the guy since you moved into the tower. The vigilante who protects those who walk at night or some cool shit like that. He wears white so the bad guys see him coming. He's fucking brutal. And part of all that Egyptian stuff. He's apparently crazy or something.

Yet the stories you've heard of the guy who beats people to shit using moon-shaped boomerangs and sheer brute force and Egyptian curses or whatnot does not match the sweet guy standing before you.

Fury acknowledges Moon Knight's question with a noncommittal shrug. "It's protocol. Even Thor and Loki were trained for Earth-based threats. Just following procedure."

Steven only nods. In defeat. You feel bad for him.

Of course, now Mr. Stark sees you.

"Oh! Y/N! Hey!"

Mr. Stark's always been nice to you.

That doesn't mean you like human interaction.

You freeze like a deer in headlights as all attention turns onto you.

Respectfully, fuck you, Mr. Stark.

Mr. Stark reaches over and grabs your shoulder, nudging you forward. You hold your books to your chest in sheer terror.

"Guys," Mr. Stark says to Steven, although there's only one dude in the room, "Say hi to your neighbor. This is Y/N. Y/N, meet..." He turns to Steven for confirmation. "Steven, right?"

Steven nods, shy, looking up at you from under his brow with a faint, tense smile. He gives a little wave. "Hello." He looks just as terrified as you are.

You give a stiff nod. Mr. Stark goes on to introduce the... other people in the room. Of which you see none. But Mr. Stark gestures to a frightened Steven. "He's also Marc Spector and Jake Lockley. He has something called Dissociative Identity Disorder. Means he's not just Steven Grant all the time. Figured you should know, so you don't treat him like he's crazy when somebody else is fronting."

Huh. Sounds like Mr. Stark has done his research, too. Steven seems to be gauging your reaction, but you're only nodding in understanding. The planet has been invaded by fucking aliens.

Numerous times.

You can handle a dude who is simply just not one dude. Mr. Stark may be snarky, but he's always trying to make sure everyone feels welcome and at home, which is why he then turns to Steven to tell him about you. "And bro-- bros, sorry-- if they don't talk, they're not ignoring you. They're mute. They can speak in American Sign Language, though. They're also really, really shy so they take awhile to warm up to new people. Still hasn't really warmed up to us yet, so."

Steven's eyes keep flicking to you as Mr. Stark is talking, and then Mr. Stark pats your back in acknowledgement, turning to the doorway to confirm that Fury is already gone. "So, I'll leave you to get unpacked. I've got stuff to do. Compound dinner is at 6:00 pm sharp, but you're free to have dinner in your own apartment if you want. Hence your own kitchen."

"Thanks," Steven mutters, but you only nod as Mr. Stark leaves.

The two of you stand there awkwardly for a second before Steven comes forward to shake your hand, which you do stiffly. "Nice to meet you, Y/N."

Nice to meet you too, you reply in ASL (which is awkward with your books), but Steven doesn't know it. He furrows his brow, looking honestly ashamed. "I-I'm sorry, I don't know sign language..."

You nod. Seems like that and charades are the extent of how you two can communicate. Is that gonna stop you from helping out the fellow introvert who is also a badass god-avatar and also Marc Spector and Jake Lockley? Nah.

You hold up a finger. Hang on. You rush into your apartment and set your books and backpack down before returning to find Steven in exactly the same place and pose as you had left him. You tap the top of a box, your chest, and gesture to the room. Steven looks around and follows your signals, puzzling it out.

Then the poor guy seems confused. "I'm sorry, do you want to help me unpack?" It sounds like nobody has offered to help him with anything in his life.

Know how you feel, my dude.

You nod, eagerly. Steven is clearly flustered. "Oh, no no no, you don't have to do that. I wouldn't want to trouble you."

You can't tell if he doesn't want your help because he doesn't like you, is a bad introvert like you (you don't know where your sudden bravery is coming from), or seriously thinks that you don't want to. You tilt your head a bit, thinking. Then you come forward and take his hand, which he reluctantly allows you to do. You spell out on the back of his hand, I want to help. That OK?

Steven seems to think for a second. Or maybe he's listening to Marc and Jake say something. Then he smiles, and it's the warmest smile you've ever seen. "Yeah. That's ok. You wanna start with that stack over there?"

And that, reader, is the start of something wonderful.

Although it's slow.

For the next couple of days you help Steven unpack. In the middle of day two, after lunch, you come back to find not Steven, but Marc, the American ex-marine mercenary who really fucking intimidates you. He's not mean, he's just... like you feel like you should call him sir and stand at attention because this dude is badass and not shy and is more quiet than even Steven, but in a brooding kind of way.

You don't meet Jake yet, but the next day Steven is back, and he's sweeter than ever. The way Steven and Marc talk about each other is like brothers-- with Marc being the older brother, of course.

Steven is extremely slow in warming up to you over the next few weeks, like you are to him. Like sometimes he'll start excitedly rambling about the Ennead and you'll listen with interest before he'll abruptly stop himself, thinking he's been talking too much. You urge him to go on.

Because it's really fricking interesting.

Also, he's so nice and sweet that you can't help but warm up to him a little quicker than you would to others. Those memes, where two introverts meet and they just click? Yeah, it's kind of like that. Your arms get tired from how much you're talking through ASL (which he's learning fairly quickly) and your face hurts from smiling. You never knew unpacking and making a friend could be so much fun.

Although the two of you are still a little... conservative. You don't talk about yourselves much. You wonder if he'll think your power is stupid, instead of bending time or being super, so even though you sometimes think it would be easier to put books on top shelves if you were a small giraffe, you don't shift. Steven doesn't seem to keen to summon his suit around you, either, asking the subject to be changed when you bring it up.

Three days after his arrival, Steven starts his training. Since he's obviously not in college, his takes place earlier in the day, but when you come over he's quiet, reserved, and looks like somebody just dragged him through the dirt. Which is odd, because for Mr. Knight/Moon Knight, he should kick ass.

It's on a Saturday when you figure out why.

So you know how everybody's been nice to you? Yeah.

Not Barton.

He's a fucking asshole.

Not just to you, to everybody but Natasha, who's kind of like his sister. But he tries to beat up his opponents in the training rings brutally. Including you. You've gone bison on his ass before just to get him to back off.

Although today, nobody sees you from your position perched calmly on a railing in sparrow-form, because sometimes you just need to hide and chill, y'know? What better place than the obvious?

But when Steven-- because it's clearly Steven, Marc walks differently-- comes in with his bag for training, looking like he's scared to death of what's lurking about, you immediately perk up, waiting.

Steven pulls a little mirror out of his pocket, huffing. "No, Marc. I'm not gonna let you take over. You'll bloody kill him. Besides, it's Saturday. Right? It is Saturday? ...I thought so. He's not gonna come here on a Saturday, is he? I can do it."

Steven shrugs and puts the mirror back in his pocket.

You've seen the mirror conversations before. Of course, you can't see Marc or Jake, but Steven can. The first time it happened he was scared he'd freaked you out, but you'd only shrugged and told him to say hi to Marc for you.

You watch, intrigued, as Steven goes to the robot and starts to input the code to access his lessons. The far door opens and he freezes, turning around to find Barton entering. He starts to gather up his things and make to bolt out of there. The fuck? You scared of Barton?

"Bollocks."

"Grant," Barton greets loudly, spreading his arms in a challenge. He has a disgustingly smug grin on his face, and you can take a guess that he's probably been successful in bullying Steven, who wouldn't hurt a fly even if it were a ten-foot-long one threatening his life. "Where you goin', buddy? Don't you wanna practice?"

"I, erm," Steven is backing toward the door. "I've decided to do it later, actually." Dude. Let Marc front and cream this guy. Very few people take Barton's shit, but one of them is Peter Parker, who you've occasionally defended by turning into a falcon and dive-bombing Barton until he leaves him alone.

Well. If he's not gonna let Marc front.

You swoop down, behind Steven, as Barton grabs him by the collar of his shirt and starts to drag him toward the fighting ring. Then, before you can do anything--

Steven just fucking-- suddenly he's in a tux. Like, a bright, white, glowing-eyes tux. Blink, puff, Steven is fucking brighter than a goddamn lightbulb. He yanks Barton off of him, twists his arm, and kicks him so hard he goes flying across the room.

You watch with big bird heart eyes because.

Wow.

You've never seen either of his suits. He's fucking amazing. "You want to get planted again? Back off, Barton." Steven threatens as Barton struggles to his feet. For a second, you're scared he's gonna go for his bow, but then Steven whips out a couple of batons from his goddamn sleeves and takes up a fighting stance that you're more than certain Marc taught him. "Go ahead! Try it! I dare you!"

You think Barton just might, and Steven doesn't deserve to stand alone. You flutter up to Steven with a couple of chirps and land right on his shoulder. Steven flinches, confused by the presence of a random bird, but Barton knows exactly what's happening. He glares, knowing what forms you can take: you could be Godzilla if you really wanted, but for only like a minute, tops.

Not that you'd actually seriously hurt him.

But when you were a bison you may have jabbed him in the ass with your horn.

Maybe.

With a huff of frustration, Barton mumbles something unintelligible and storms away, clutching where Steven kicked him. Slowly, Steven flips his batons and they disappear. You take flight, hovering and fluttering around his face with a series of excited chirps. Steven watches you with his glowing white eyes in total shock for a second before holding up his hand for you to land on, which you do. If birds could blush and have heart eyes, you would be doing both as you stare up at him in awe.

You can see Steven smile under the mask. "Hello, little birdie. Where'd you come from? Are you lost?"

Then you do something a bird would never do. You write, hello badass on his gloved palm with a bird-ish smile of squished-up cheeks and sparkling eyes.

Steven chuckles in disbelief. "Y/N?! That's your power?! You can turn into birds?!"

You take flight, and he keeps his hand under you with a smile in case you fall. When you land, you're a human again, and you're beaming. So is he. "Don't know why we never showed each other our powers before. We could team up! You could be..." He thinks, and you let him. You haven't seen him this excited yet, and it's endearing. He's like a kid. "Ah! Starbird! Mr. Knight and Starbird!"

I can turn into any animal, You sign, laughing, From any time or realm. I'm Skinchanger.

Steven smiles even wider under his mask. "But we can still team up! I'll switch my training to the evenings so we can do it together. I'm sure Marc and Jake won't mind."

The fact that he wants to train with you has you grinning from ear-to-ear. But then he seems to realize something. "...Can you... Can you turn into mythical creatures? Like dragons?"

Why of fucking course, you reply, because what good would turning into animals be if you couldn't be the most badass one to ever exist? But you don't do that, because last time you did you almost set fire to a whole forest. Instead, you shift into something more magical and pleasant.

A white unicorn, because you can do whatever the fuck you want and no one can stop you.

Steven busts out laughing. You've never heard it, and you lean closer with a whinny of question. Is he laughing at you? No, not Steven. He's too sweet. "Why did you pose like that?!"

Then you're laughing, in a very horse-y way, because you did pose. You just hadn't thought it would be that funny. Steven pats your cheek, grinning. "You're beautiful, birdie."

Butterflies swirl in your belly, because Steven just gave you a nickname.

And called you beautiful.

"Give me a ride back to my flat?"

You strike the pose again, making him laugh. Of course you'll give him a ride. Once he's up on you're back, you purposefully trot by the main living area even though it's out of the way. Yes, Mr. Knight is riding a unicorn. And everybody sees it. Banner even takes off his glasses to wipe them off, a little more than confused.

When you get back to his apartment, Steven is in his regular clothes and you're human. You both plop onto his couch in fits of laughter, harder than you've laughed in years, making jokes about the reactions of the other heroes as they watched you go by.

Slowly, you come to a realization.

You, my friend, might be falling for the sweetest guy on Earth.

You can't help yourself.

You do something unexpected.

Unprecedented.

"Steven," You say, and he freezes. He goes still like somebody just slapped him hard. He sits there for a second, and you realize he might be trying to figure out if that was one of his alters. "Steven," You say again. Your voice is hoarse, and it hurts. But it's the first word you've said in a very long time.

Steven looks at you in disbelief, jaw slack and eyes wide. "Y/N... Did you just--"

"Steven!" You repeat, beaming.

Slowly, Steven grins. You might see tears in his eyes because a mute person cares about him enough to start speaking for him. "Y-you just said my name," He breathes, gripping your shoulders tight.

"Steven!" You confirm, and throw your arms around his neck to engulf him in a tight bear hug, laughing.

Steven doesn't think he's ever smiled harder in his life.

Yes, reader, this is the start of something wonderful indeed.

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Thanks for reading! We all need a random silly, fluffy fic once in awhile, right?

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minghaoyoudoin · 2 years

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Incentive

pairing: boyfriend!idol!seunghun x gn!non-idol!reader

genre: smut, minors don't even think about it!!

words: 2.3k

warnings: idol!seunghun, non!idol reader, sub!seunghun, soft dom!reader, oral sex (m receiving), bad language, dirty talk, stripping, mentions of cum, gn!reader, use of the pet name "baby", body worship, spit kink if you squint, brief mention of seunghun struggling sometimes, swallowing, teasing, praise kink (sort of?), and I think that's all!

a/n: yes, this was definitely inspired by my discovery that seunghun has been teaching himself to knit/crochet during cix's hiatus, lol 🤪 I hope y'all enjoy this filth, I had fun writing it and I'd do it again - j

“I really don’t think I’m doing this right.”

You looked up at your boyfriend’s words, holding the tight stitch you’d just completed in place with your fingers. Seunghun presented you with the half-completed sweater sleeve he had been obsessing over for the last hour. The material was an atrocious shade of green and looked more like a deflated yarn balloon animal, one of his knitting needles stuck haphazardly through the fabric.

“It looks good, you’re making good progress.” You nodded sagely. Seunghun’s eyes narrowed at your lie and he made a show of dramatically tossing the sleeve onto the coffee table in front of him.

“You’re a bad liar. This is impossible,” he pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. You bit back a smile and resumed your own project, beginning the transition from blue to white yarn. Seunghun leaned over to your side of the couch so he could peer down at your work. “You’re almost done?”

You giggled airily. “I taught myself how to knit when I was thirteen. You asked me to teach you this morning.” You playfully shoved Seunghun’s shoulder and he fell back against his armrest, shooting daggers at you with his eyes. “I’m sure you’ll get it with practice.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Do you want to do something else?”

Seunghun groaned. “No. I’ve been bored for weeks—I might be terrible at this but at least it’s something to do.”

That was true, you supposed. Seunghun’s group had been on hiatus for a while now and you could tell it was starting to get to him. It was obvious just in the way he moved that he missed performing; sitting around being docile frazzled his nerves. Your boyfriend, more than anyone you had ever met, was not meant for a normal life.

It made you all the more grateful that, for some reason, he had chosen you.

You were arguably the most mundane person in the world, but you liked yourself and your life, for the most part. You loved crafts and cooking and sitting in peaceful silence. Seunghun was really the only part of your life that forced you out of your safe little bubble. He was your complete opposite—all big smiles and laughter and near-constant energy.

You balanced each other out in all the right ways. And over the course of your two year relationship, you had become addicted to his presence. You hadn’t intended to become romantically involved with an idol, but sometimes life just worked out in ways you didn’t expect.

Seunghun watched in dejected silence as you began the final color transition—from white back to baby blue—in your sweater. “Keep trying, you’ll get the hang of it.” You urged him softly. Once you finished the row, you held the sweater up to his chest, testing its length.

Damn, you thought to yourself, still too short. Seunghun—as well as the other four members of his group, for that matter—were all ridiculously tall.

He peered down at the sweater pressed to his front and clicked his tongue. “Yours looks great. That’s it. I’ve decided for the good of humanity that I’m going to give up.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Do I need to give you an incentive to finish it or something?”

It was the wrong thing to say. Seunghun’s face immediately broke into a wide smile, momentarily blinding you.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “What kind of incentive?”

You feigned nonchalance as you thought of what to say, hoping the butterflies in your belly weren’t obvious on your face. You pulled the sweater back into your lap, your skin suddenly too warm where your knuckles had been touching his shoulders.

“Is sex all you think about?” You chuckled, albeit a bit nervously.

“Only when you’re around.”

“I’m always around.”

Seunghun’s smile fell, that wonderful light emanating off of him dimming. “Not always.”

He wasn’t wrong. During the periods when his group was actively promoting, you sometimes went days or weeks at a time without seeing one another. It was hard for you, but you knew in the back of your mind that it was harder for him. He had to be on all the time, and though he had a near bottomless well of energy to draw from, you knew it still ran dry from time to time.

You patted his knee reassuringly. And, abruptly desperate to regain the lighthearted banter from before, you recklessly said the first thing that came to your mind.

“If you finish that sleeve by the time I’m done with this, I’ll make you cum on my tongue.”

Seunghun looked like he might catch on fire. He snatched his jumbled ball of yarn off the coffee table so fast that you snorted. In seconds he was shoving the needle through the fabric again, holding it dangerously close to his face.

Still chuckling, you went back to working on the last few rows of stitches.

It was harder to concentrate now, though. Seunghun was stiff next to you, his right knee nearly vibrating with energy where it was pressed against yours on the couch. You knew he would win the challenge you had given him; not only was he ridiculously competitive, but he also had an unhealthy obsession with your mouth.

You were so flustered that you had to undo and re-knot a stitch three times before it was perfect as the ones around it. In your periphery, your boyfriend was squinting at the yarn in his hands, the tip of his pink tongue sticking out of the corner of his lips under the force of his concentration.

Yeah, he was definitely going to finish before you, probably in more ways than one. You already felt building pressure in your lower stomach, your mouth drying out a bit in anticipation.

Though it had taken Seunghun an hour to complete the first half of his sleeve, he finished the rest in under ten minutes.

“Done!” He yelled triumphantly, holding the completed piece in front of your face for proof. You smiled to yourself again without looking up from your work.

“I’m not,” you said casually. Seunghun’s shoulders slumped and he threw the sleeve onto the table again. “I’m on the last row. Do you think you can be a good boy and wait for me until I’m finished?”

Seunghun nodded enthusiastically and you rewarded him with a sweet smile.

“Here’s what I want you to do, baby.” You were focusing more now on the way his eyes tracked your hands’ movements than the task in front of you. “Every time I finish one of these knots, I want you to take off a piece of clothing. Can you do that for me?”

Instead of responding, he hastily slid his socks off his feet as you tied off another knot. Your smile widened a bit. Such a good boy, only for you.

You moved at an intentionally slow, agonizing pace as you continued the last row. Stitch, Seunghun removed his sweater. Stitch, he discarded his white tee on the floor by his feet. Stitch, his sweatpants were shoved down and off until your boyfriend was left only in his underwear.

By the time you finally got to the last knot, Seunghun was squirming on the couch next to you. You watched the rapidly forming wet spot on his gray boxers through the corner of your eye and wet your lips. You couldn’t wait to taste him.

“Baby, please,” Seunghun breathed when you began slowly doubling the final stitch to hold the yarn in place. You threw him another sweet smile and your stomach flipped when you saw the glint in his eyes. You were walking a dangerous line—Seunghun loved to be teased to the point of torture, but one wrong move and he would flip on a dime.

If you were being honest, you didn’t mind that possibility, either.

As you pulled the yarn taut, Seunghun removed his underwear. And you couldn’t wait anymore. You didn’t care that the last few rows of the sweater looked like shit. The thing was a gift for Seunghun, anyway, and seeing tangible evidence of the way he affected you would probably excite him every time he put the thing on.

You took your time setting the sweater aside, savoring the way Seunghun’s body trembled. Wordlessly, you shifted until you were on the floor, pride filling your chest as your boyfriend’s legs immediately parted to let you between them.

You ran your fingernails lightly from his ankles to the tops of his pretty thighs and he shuddered. “You did so well, baby. Do you think you deserve a reward?”

Seunghun nodded, staring down at you through lust-lidded eyes. You pressed feather-light kisses to each of his knees and worked your way up his thighs. He whimpered when you skipped over his hard cock altogether, instead doting in his hipbones, his toned stomach, his chest. You took one of his nipples into your mouth, watching his throat work as your tongue swirled over the tight bud.

His body stiffened when you began to move south, somehow even slower than before. And when you finally settled between his thighs again, finally allowed yourself to look at his pretty red cock, you sighed contentedly.

“Always so needy for me.” You whispered, at last wrapping your fingers around his base. At that first contact, Seunghun’s body jerked and he let out a tiny moan.

“Always, baby, only for you. Only for you…” He threaded his fingers into your hair and you shivered when his nails lightly scratched at your scalp.

Unable to restrain yourself any longer, you pumped him once and dragged your tongue from his balls to head. Seunghun groaned, his head falling limply against the cushions behind him.

“Look at me, Seunghun.” You commanded softly. He forced his eyes open until they made contact with yours and the wildfire inside of you roared at the lust there. “If you look away, I stop.”

Seunghun hastily nodded his understanding as you gathered spit into your mouth and allowed a long string of it to fall onto his cock. It twitched in your hand, a bit more precum leaking from his tip while you worked him.

You took the head between your lips first, using your tongue to apply pressure in circles around it. Seunghun moaned again, low in his throat.

“Yes—ah—oh my god,” he hissed as you bobbed your head on him, taking more of his cock into your mouth. You hummed, appreciating how his hips involuntarily thrusted upward at the sensation.

Your other hand worked his balls as you willed your throat to relax. Seunghun’s cock slid further into your throat each time you moved, but there was still somehow more of him that you couldn’t manage to fit. You twisted your hand around the base of his shaft and his whimpers picked up urgency.

You lifted your eyes again and were immediately rewarded with his gaze still on you. He could barely keep his eyes open, his chest rapidly rising and falling as you brought him closer to his release. You could tell that he was fighting the urge to let his head fall back with every breath.

“You t-take me so well—ah—” Seunghun’s praise cut off into a moan when you hummed again. Motivated by his broken words, you forcefully ignored your gag reflex until the head of his cock sat in the back of your throat. And when you swallowed around him, the loud moan Seunghun released nearly made you cum right then and there.

You did it again, some primal urge within you needing to hear the way you made him feel. He was a mess for you; color stained his pretty cheeks and concentration furrowed his brows, a lovely crease forming between them as he chased his orgasm.

“J-just like that—gonna cum, where…?”

“In my mouth, Hun,” you picked up your pace as you bobbed your head on him. Seunghun whimpered at your reply, both of his hands knotted in your hair now as he lightly guided your movements. You let him use your mouth, painfully turned on by the way he disregarded your own comfort in his effort to cum.

An idea struck you. Your hand still lightly massaging his balls moved downward. You swallowed around his cock at the same time you pressed your index finger against the area of skin between his balls and ass, a direct line to his prostate.

Your eyes flicked up to watch his face as Seunghun let out a vulgar moan, and he was gone. His eyes rolled back and at last screwed closed as his groan of pleasure cut off, his body locking under the force of his orgasm.

When he came in your throat, you took every last drop he gave you. He came in thick spurts, his cock repeatedly pulsing in your mouth. You moaned around him, the vibrations dragging him through his orgasm to the point of pain.

At last, he had nothing left to give. Seunghun’s eyes peeled open and he gazed down at you with an expression of undiluted admiration on his face. You continued leisurely licking his shaft as the last aftershocks trembled through him until he couldn’t take the overstimulation anymore.

You rose from the floor to kiss him eagerly, which he happily accepted. He paid no mind to the taste of him still lingering on your lips as his tongue dove into your mouth.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips. You giggled, breathless, and began to pull away, intending to go clean yourself up before bed. Seunghun caught you by the elbow before you could and offered a devilish grin that instantly had you ready for him again.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you, yet.”

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dismal-alien-darling · 3 years

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Little Flower

Alcina Dimitrescu x female reader

You and Lady Dimitrescu’s vampire baby

Bela, Cassandra and Daniela Dimitrescu

b/g= baby’s gender

b/n= baby’s name

Summary: New baby fluff, that’s it.

Warnings/tags: new vampire baby, the girls are besides themselves, you and Alcina are proud mamas, fluffy fluff

A/n: Requested by @coolninjavoid, they wanted new baby fluff continuing from my fic “Birth and Rebirth,” enjoy!

“Good morning floarea mea,” you cooed picking up b/n from their crib. “Did you sleep well my little love?” B/n let out a laugh looking up at b/g mother. “You did!?” you sang peppering b/n’s face with kisses making b/g giggle.

“How is our floare mică this morning?” Alcina’s voice came into the nursery. You sat down in the rocking chair a soft fire already crackling undoing a few buttons on your shirt as b/n latched on for breakfast.

“B/g’s perfect as usual,” you sighed looking up at Alcina as she placed a soft kiss on your lips. Alcina knelt down next to you resting her head on your shoulder so she could look at b/n. At seeing her other mother, b/n’s eyes sparkled in delight. Alcina smiled broadly ever so gently stroking b/n’s head so she didn’t disturb b/g breakfast.

“Hungry aren’t you draga mea,” Alcina chuckled, “you take after your sisters.” You and Alcina both laughed. The two you watched as b/n had her fill, letting go once b/g was full.

“You need to eat as well lubirea mea,” Alcina said to you taking b/n in her arms. Compared to Lady Dimitrescu b/n was even tinier than b/g already was in the arms of her giantess mother.

“Yes yes my lover I have every intention,” you said rising from the rocking chair stretching.

“How is our sibling this morning!?” Bela’s voice came crashing into the nursery her sisters fast behind her.

“SHUSH!” Alcina scolded, “B/n just ate and b/g can’t have so much commotion in b/g poor ears.” Alcina finished covering b/n’s ears.

“That’s my bad mother,” Bela said now whispering.

“See mother, this is why I should watch over her,” Cassandra said even quieter.

“You are Bela are always tied for whose the loudest, I’m quiet as mouse,” Daniela said in a barely audible whisper.

“No you aren’t” Cassandra and Bela didn’t say, but mouthed. This fracus between the girls had been going on since the moment b/n was born. The girls were in constant competition to see who was the “better older sister.” You and Alcina had mixed feelings about this; on one hand your hearts swelled with such pride you two thought you might burst when the girls would care for their youngest sibling, on the other hand it would grate on your nerves having to constantly break them from fighting not wanting b/n to hear stressed voices so early in b/g life. You and Alcina were both sure the girls had held b/n more than you two had since b/g was born.

“If you three don’t knock it off right now no one is getting to hold, play or feed b/n at all today,” you growled not having the energy to deal with the girls’ antics today. The girls immediately softened their faces and nodded so hard you and Alcina were surprised their heads didn’t pop off their bodies. You didn’t notice but Lady Dimitrescu grinned, pleased with your new motherly sternness that was starting to rival hers at times.

“I’m sure breakfast is ready now let’s go and eat,” Alcina said handing b/n back to you as you all made your way to the breakfast nook. Alcina held b/n as you ate heartily because breastfeeding a vampire baby was no joke. Just as you finished eating b/n started crying.

“What’s wrong my love!?” Alcina said voice fraught with concern. You laughed to yourself rolling your eyes. Ever since b/n was born if b/g made the slightest cry Alcina would go into fight mode. You found this very sweet and amusing.

“Again my little dearest? B/g is just hungry again drag mea calm down,” you said as Alcina handed you b/n. You got up to head to the sitting room to feed b/g.

After b/n had their fill again the girls poked their heads in the sitting room. “Come in my sweets,” you motioned for them to come in their mother following behind coming to where you sat.

“Can we play with b/g now?” Cassandra asked.

“In a minute b/g needs to digest,” you replied. “Here,” you said handing b/n to Cassandra along with a small towel. When you handed b/n over Alcina picked you up and sat down placing you on her lap. Cassandra knew what to do and before long b/n let out a cute little burp.

“Ha-ha nice,” Bela laughed burping herself. Daniela and Cassandra followed suit making b/n screech with laughter.

“Ugh girls-“Alcina started but stopped when b/n kept laughing so she couldn’t bring herself to chastise her daughters. Bela jumped up dragging b/n’s huge toy chest over to the where her sisters sat.

“Look it’s mister lycan,” Bela chirped bouncing the stuffed animal around making b/n squeal.

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“Peek-a-boo!” Daniela sang as Bela held b/n.

“Where’s Daniela?” Bela asked b/n.

“Peek-a-boo!” Cassandra sang.

“Where’a Cassandra?” Bela asked b/n. You and Alcina sat with your tea as you watched your girls play together. You had been melted into Alcina’s lap while the girls entertained their youngest sibling. B/n let out a yawn.

“Did your sisters tire you out my little darling?” You cooed walking over taking b/n from Bela. “Nap time for you.” You walked upstairs to the nursery, Alcina keeping stride next to you. You placed b/n in the crib and b/g let out another yawn.

“What a big yawn cel mic,” whispered Alcina as the two of you caressed your baby’s face until b/n was fast asleep.

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B/n woke up screaming b/g head off. You were in the room within seconds. “Is someone hungry again my lupul mic?” you said settling in. You heard Alcina’s footsteps dashing down the hall.

“What’s wrong with b/n?!” She said looking very worried.

“Alcina, lubirea mea, b/g is just hungry...again. No emergency here,” you laughed as Alcina’s worry left her face. She made her way over to you and b/n watching you feed your child once again.

“My beautiful doves, my sweet darlings,” Alcina fawned kissing you and b/n. You leaned up capturing her lips again in a gentle kiss as b/n suckled on your chest. “I love you, I love you both, so much, my babies,” Alcina continued hugging your upper body careful not to disturb b/n.

“And we love you Alcina,” you said tears welling in your eyes. A gentle knocking on the nursery door caught your attention. “Come in,” you sniffled wiping your eyes.

“My ladies, it’s a lovely day outside, would you and your daughters and your little one like to take lunch on the veranda?” your head maid asked.

“Yes that sounds lovely thank you,” you answered as the maid nodded turning away.

The Dimitrescu family sat outside enjoying a delicious lunch as Daniela held b/n showing b/g the different birds flitting around.

“And that one there is a a gold finch,” Daniela said excitedly pointing at a nearby bird, “can you see it’s beautiful yellow and black feathers b/n? It’s such a pretty bird just like you!”

After lunch, you mentioned something about b/n needing a bath and the girls jumped on the opportunity.

“Can we please give b/n a bath y/n please?” Bela begged. “We’ll be so so careful and we won’t fight or bicker!” It’s not like you didn’t trust the girls completely it’s just they had never bathed an infant before.

“Oh-um-well,” you struggled as you looked at b/n and back at the three sets of eyes that were silently begging.

“I think they can manage y/n. They have been on their best behavior today after all and besides, it’s not like b/n can drown,” Alcina reassured looking down at you.

“You make an excellent point Alci. All right girls you may give b/g a bath,” you said handing over b/n. The girls could hardly hold in their pure excitement as they whisked their baby sibling into their bathroom.

“Come sit with me lubirea mea, they’ll be fine,” Alcina said patting her lap. You looked after the girls, sighing as you curled up in your lady’s lap. The moment your head hit Alcina’s chest you were out like a light.

“Let’s show your mothers how squeaky clean you are you little rascal,” you awoke hearing Bela’s voice. You rubbed your eyes seeing b/n in Bela’s arms, fresh and clean and in a new outfit.

“Hello floarea mea, look at you!” you smiled taking b/n. “Girls! B/g looks marvelous, thank you, well done!” you praised making the girls smile so widely their faces hurt.

“Very well done my doves, you take such astounding care of b/n!” Alcina added hugging her girls tightly. You all spent some down time together in the sitting room until dinner was served, once again on the veranda. You held your child in your arms as you ate, the setting sun casting lovely colors along the castle.

After dinner, you and Lady Dimitrescu headed up to the nursery to put b/n down for bed time. You sat in your rocking chair feeding b/n one last time before b/g inevitably decided to wake up in a few hours with demanding cries for more. While you fed b/g, Alcina busied herself making b/n’s crib as comfortable as it could be, turning the dial on b/g music box. The gentle tune danced in the air as you finished feeding b/n. Bela, Cassandra and Daniela silently glided into the nursery kissing b/n in your arms.

“Goodnight love,” Bela cooed.

“Goodnight little bird,” Daniela whispered.

“Goodnight darling,” Cassandra cooed. After the girls had left, you and Alcina laid b/n down giving b/g kisses of your own.

“Goodnight my beautiful one,” Alcina whispered tracing a finger along the side of b/g cheek.

“Goodnight my perfect angel,” you whispered placing b/n’s favorite plushie next to b/g. You and Alcina looked at each with pure, undying love for each other, your girls and your baby...your little flowers.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x female reader #lady dimitrescu x fem reader #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #fluff #resident evil 8 #fanfiction

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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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Hello! Can I request an hc about a shady MC who's not phase by anything in Devildom with the brothers (and Diavolo?? he deserves love!!!)? Like, when Luci's like "i CaN KiLL yOu hUmAN", MC's reaction was like "Oh... congratulations then." i need more shady mc who may or may not be planning to ruin your life😂😂 Thanks and take care!!❤❤

The Brothers + Diavolo with an MC that is not phased by DevilDom

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Pls I need more shady MC, they would not take any shit from the brothers. Put any Gen Z-er with these guys and you’ve got yourself a suicidal and reckless human exchange student.

They wouldn’t know what to do with one of those ahaksbakanhaka you’re right, Diavolo deserves all the love >:(((((((

You better take care too >:( thanks for sending me this big brain request. I’ve been preoccupied with other projects so I took a while to get to this ask. Hope you’re doing OK💙

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Lucifer:

-He thought having a human exchange student was going to be bad enough as it is but this…..this was so much worse than he could have ever imagined

-The moment you arrived, he already knew you were going to be a problem child and a persistent one at that

-Literally the first thing you asked him was : “Why do you look like an off-brand Levi Ackerman?”

-And he was left there, astounded, confused and offended because he had no idea who you were talking about (cuz at that point you hadn’t met the third eldest) and the tone you had was, frankly, pissing him off

-You kept wondering off on your own????? Without looking like you gave a shit even though you almost walked into a butcher’s shop that specialises in human meat???? Tf MC?

-Also really irritated that you couldn’t be intimidated and that DevilDom was like a playground to you, for some reason? Like, MC get out of the fiery pits of eternally tormented souls- this is Hell, not the McDonald’s ball pit ffs

-Things did not improve for him lmao, by the end of the first week he had already ripped out a good chunk of his hair because of you

-“MC, you should know by now provoking demons like this for no good reason is only going to make life harder for you. Keep this up and you’ll get killed in no time because of your behaviour.”

-“Great, can we have a hip-hip and a hurray?”

-In the span of one day, he’s had to come to your rescue six times (approximately) because you’re too nonchalant about your surroundings around literal creatures of hell

-He doesn’t have enough coffee or will to live for this bs

-“Lucifer, I found this dead plant and brought it here because it reminded me of you.”

-“…..sigh. Why? Why does it remind you of me?”

-“Because it’s cold and unresponsive.”

-He made the consecutive decision to ignore you

-(low-key kept the plant tho)

-Honestly, you get on his nerves a lot and he has definitely contemplated killing you in the past but at the end of the day he really can’t bring himself to do it

-We both know he tried a few times lmfao

-“I will tear you limb from limb, human-“

-“Can I finish my tea first.”

-“You…wait, what?”

-“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting this tea get cold. Try to kill time before I’m done and I’ll smash this cup against your head.”

-If you try hard enough, you might even elicit a laugh out of him, especially if your shadiness is directed at any of his brother which results in him patting your head affectionately

-Nowadays he’s just concerned because you seemed to have made an alliance of sorts with Belphagour and Satan and that’s not a good sign

-For his sake, if not yours, at least try to survive the year without getting chomped on by a random demon please

-He’s too stubborn to let you die just because you’re unbothered by everything so cut him some slack and help out damn it

Mammon:

-“Oi Lucifer, how come I’m stuck babysittin’ this stupid human?”

-“And how come I’m stuck with this asshole for a tour guide, with his fake ass designer shoes and no brand sunglasses. That’s a lot of smack talk from someone with crow shit stains covering the back of his jacket. Also, did you stick your hair in a bucket of mayonnaise?”

-……..

-He was so offended lol

-Normally, humans like you cower in fear whenever demons are as much as mentioned because of the whole “I can eat you whole” thing

-And here you are; insulting the Avatar of Greed and one of the princes of Hell himself just because you didn’t like his attitude

-Don’t worry tho, he warms up to you in less than a fucking month simply because you still come to his rescue whenever his brothers start insulting him and wow, look at that, his heart is now combusting on the floor

-“Y’all have no right to criticise Mammon when he has the most self control out of all of you.”

-“Since when does Mammon have any self control? He can’t keep himself from nicking anything that looks shiny.”

-“Motherfucker, I don’t see him trying to choke me to death, respectfully pls shut the fuck up. I don’t want to say I have favourites but if I do, it’s definitely him.”

-While Mammon’s in the background, with hearts instead of pupils in his eyes like ❤️👄❤️

-He doesn’t even mind running around after you anymore (will still complain about it though because your ass is in constant danger and he’s had enough)

-Honestly, you keep starting shit with random demons, some of which are quite powerful mind you, and you don’t back down even when he’s there to step in

-Would low key love to watch you fight one of your classmates at RAD and organise a ticket selling booth for the event but Lucifer will hang him a new one if he does

-So for now, he sticks to baring his teeth at the aggravator in question and you’re there, giving the same demon the middle finger

-The way you sometimes match his energy gets him so hyped up lmao

-“Mammon, did you steal Levi’s money again?”

-“T’s none of her business human. Now go away, shoo!”

-“Bitch, don’t ‘shoo’ me, I ain’t a bird. Now tell me, did you?”

-“…..Why do you ask?”

-“Because a new flavour of instant noodles just got announced, called ‘Super Hell-Sauce Flavour’ and I thought you might be more interested in that than wasting the money on gambling.”

-“….ok but only if you come with me to buy some.”

-This…this is true love right here

Levi:

-Oh no, now there’s two of you

-Why do I feel like his energy would match MC’s almost immediately? Maybe it’s because he spends too much time in his room on the internet like the rest of us do

-“What do you want, you stupid normie?”

-“300…..”

-“….300 what?”

-“300 mangas collected, thousands of episodes of anime watched, over 60 character figurines, plushies, body pillows, merchandise and several posters only to be called a fucking normie by a demon weeb that’s only known me for 10 minutes.”

-Boom, instant friendship

-He becomes attached to you almost immediately and now that he knows how unphased you are by DevilDom, he is seriously worried

-Hell, you’re making him consider going outside his room just to make sure you’re alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere because you decided to get on someone’s nerves that particular day

-Even during the quiz thing, when he almost kills you, you’re just sitting on the floor and awkwardly watching him as he throws a sissy fit

-Levi feels sort of conflicted with you because one one hand you’re good company and he loves having you around, you’re his Henry after all

-But on the other hand, you put yourself in so much danger it makes him paranoid so often to the point where he wants to keep you locked in his room and wrapped in bubble wrap

-Nearly had a heart attack when you almost walked right into a pit of lava like MC???? This isn’t one of his video games???? You’re not gonna respawn if you die????

-Besides all that, he gets a bit jealous of you confidence and your ability to just do whatever without fearing death or consequence

-“MC, how do you do it?”

-“Do what?”

-“How do you go about your life without a care in the world?”

-“I guess I’ll tell you my secret Levi. I’m not like other humans that’s why, I’m just so unique I do things differently.”

-“You sound like a pick me-“

-As long as you’re OK and not injured because of your carelessness, he’s indifferent about your behaviour and will even applaud you for your bravery when it comes to this sort of thing

-“lmao the human exchange student just dumped Solomon’s cooking in the trash while looking him dead in the eye 💀💀💀”

Satan:

-Your attitude towards DevilDom and demons in general kept him entertained, if nothing else

-You rarely seemed to consider how much of a threat that place really is and usually you were just running around, completely ignoring Lucifer’s rules and doing your own thing

-Which, you know, he’s all about

-I can’t say there were no incidents between the two of you

-With his short temper and your tendency to say things without caring about the consequences, there were definitely moments when he might’ve snapped on you

-“MC for goodness sake, what happened to my room?”

-“What do you mean?”

-“It’s an absolute mess! I just told you to bring me my spells and curses book, not mow through everything!”

-“It’s not my fault this place is built like a fucking labyrinth. You should be grateful I went to get it for you at all, I almost tripped and died several times on my way back. Also, you should get a new ladder for your shelves. It did the broken.”

-“MC….”

-“Yes?”

-“You are so lucky I love you.”

-Other than the fact his anger takes over him when things like these happen, he not so subtly encourages you to keep going because seeing Lucifer scowl at your antics gets him wheezing his lungs out

-I like to think Satan would be very impressed, even in the beginning, at the amount of nonchalance you can radiate at times

-I mean, you sure as hell don’t see it often and he loves how unpredictable you are more often than not

-If anything, he should probably thank you-idk how, but his patience has increased significantly every since you got here and he appreciates having some more control of his emotions

-“I’m gonna go put oil in Lucifer’s shoes.”

-“Do you have a death wish?”

-“Satan, I am old enough to make my own decisions and I concluded that this action is necessary.”

-“Necessary for what?”

-“Raising everyone’s morale! All of you seemed to feel down lately so I thought this would be fun for everybody!”

-“Except Lucifer, right?”

-“Except Lucifer. He grounded me from my D.D.D like I’m a fucking teenager who needs to be supervised-pssshht, I’m the most responsible one here.”

-“Yes clearly.”

-“Goodbye dear Satan, I may die today. But it’s for the greater good! (Dramatic exit with sound effects)”

-“WAIT MC!”

-“(pops head back in) yes?”

-“May I offer you my assistance?”

-You’re basically taking turns pranking his brothers and it’s hilarious

-Satan is not too worried about your well being simply because he knows his siblings and him are always going to be nearby to save you if you pull something stupid again

-Even so, he checks up on you throughout the day; just to make sure

-“Where were you?”

-“Running from a bunch of demons. Who wanted to go munchy crunchy on me, I assume.”

-“……”

-“Either that or people here are a lot friendlier than originally expected.”

-You can be such a handful and it really tests him, especially when he’s angry enough to begin with

-But despite your amazing talent at either getting completely lost around Hell, purposely walking into a prohibited place just because you felt like it or riling up others with how blunt you are, he still cares about you deeply

-You may be a pain the ass, but you’re his pain in the ass <3

Asmo:

-He should’ve known something was up with this particular human when you stood there, completely calm and collected, while Beel salivated at the thought of eating you on your first day

-Asmo just brushed it off for a while but it kept happening???

-The first time Lucifer ever told you off, you really went and said “Or what? Are you going to eat me? If so, you can go ahead and start with-“

-He came to your rescue and covered your mouth before you got to finish and before Lucifer unleashed his wrath on to everyone in that house

-“OOPSIE! I think MC has been spending too much time with me. Sorry Lucifer, we gotta run now! We have a party to attend, don’t we MC darling?”

-“You mean the one hosted by the guy that tried to kill me because I shoved into him on the hallway at school and then proceeded to tell him to go fuck himself right back into whatever hell hole he was born in before you came and charmed our way out of it?”

-“Yes.”

-“Ah OK. “

-You’re tiring for sure but you’re not exactly unlikeable

-You have a certain charm hanging about you that Asmo loves

-“I almost died like…30 minutes ago.”

-“WAIT WHAT?? WHY?? WHAT HAPPENED-MC ARE YOU OK???”

-“Yeah, I almost drank some poison today because someone told me it was water. It smelt off though so I didn’t.”

-“….”

-“Anyway, I got you this bracelet on my way home.”

-He really does wish you would take things a bit more seriously

-This is your life on the line, you know? What would he do if you died?

-“MC, you’re not immortal, you can die so much more easily than I can, you know that right???”

-“I don’t care.”

-“Well I do! And you should too….”

-A lot of people don’t see past his vanity tbh, because he can be such a caring person towards the people he loves

-The amount of videos he has of you appearing to be completely calm while pure chaos is descending in the background is pretty impressive

-Every time he uses his charm on you to try and get you to commit his sin, it just doesn’t work???? For some reason???? And even if it’s just with simple, innocent affection for now, he is determined to tempt you into it

-“MC~gimme a hug!”

-“But that’s social interaction and I don’t support it- do you have a charger for my D.D.D by any chance?

-Or at least die trying to ig

-Asmo loves having you around but you’re giving him wrinkles and that’s not okay >:(

Beel:

-The moment he realised how carefree you actually were, he sort of started checking up with you quite frequently throughout the day

-It’s his way of protecting you but if he could, he would follow you around all the time

-Becomes your body guard because you may not care enough about your safety but he certainly does so get ready to be carried everywhere

-You will not get hurt nor will anyone mess with you if he has a say in it and let me tell you, he does

-Thing is, his brothers mostly know him for being slightly dense in some aspects of day to day life

-He’s not perceptive of things that don’t involve food or his loved ones

-And because you most definitely are a loved one of his, he does notice how careless you are really often

-And it scares, rather worries, him because DevilDom is an incredibly dangerous place-even with all the precautions they had taken when you came

-“MC get down, you could fall.”

-“But Beel, look-I’m finally taller than everyone else! Taller than you even! Hey, should I do a backflip?”

-He has no idea why you thought jumping from 60 meter high cliff into a small river of squashed demon blood was a good idea but he wasn’t going to risk anything just because you felt like showing off your diving skills

-Proceeds to carry you away, completely unfazed

-In this case, I feel like Beel is not someone who gets bothered by the horrible things happening around there either

-As long as he has food and his family is safe and happy then he’s also happy, as mentioned above

-But he knows he’s alright with DevilDom because he’s been living here for centuries now

-A bit curious as to why you’re so unbothered

-And even more curious as to why you weren’t terrified of him transforming in his demon form after he lost control when he found out you ate his pudding

-Or more like Mammon did and pushed the blame on you

-“YOU. ATE. MY. PUDDING!”

-“Beel I love you but if you did not just see Mammon shoving the damn container in my mouth two seconds prior to this, then you might need glasses.”

-He apologised to you later for it but even so, you didn’t seem to mind like at all and he didn’t really understand why

-Unless you end up explaining why exactly you feel so indifferent about your life being in potential danger, he won’t really pry

-But now he has even more reason to follow you around like a lost puppy

-Since it’s clear you don’t really care about protecting yourself

-So now it’s his job to do it

-MC protection squad? Mostly Beel and Mammon

-ahhh he cute

Belphie:

-Oh

-You piss him off so much

-He’s trying to have his moment, you know?

-Finally getting that glimmer of satisfaction after killing a human as a way to avenge his sister’s death

-Trying his hardest to make it as miserable as possible because he has so much rage in him, he needs you to suffer

-“Harder Daddy-“

-“Oh fuck off.”

-Nah but for real, what the fuck MC

-Why does he even bother, he feels like he should be sleeping instead of dealing with your bullshit

-Even afterwards, when your future self shows up and he tries to kill you again, you look more thoughtful than irritated???

-Lucifer and Beel are literally holding him back from doing another Chocky on you and you’re standing there, looking at him with your eyebrows raised

-“Hey Belphie, I have a quick question. I know you’re trying to kill me and everything but do you like the colour blue?”

-“HUH??!?!”

-“It’s a simple yes or no question Belphie. Do. You. Like. Blue?”

-“WHAT DOES IT MATTER???!!!”

-“BELPHAGOUR, AVATAR OF SLOTH-YES OR NO, JUST FUCKING ANSWER!”

-“YES! FUCK YOU!”

-“Ah ok thanks. I like blue too :)”

-????????????

-Pls he felt like sticking his foot down your throat

-As of late, he’s kind of glad he didn’t manage to scare you away that day and that he didn’t traumatise you or something

-At the time, he was mad because he didn’t understand why you weren’t scared but now he just wants to make it up to you

-“You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m sorry MC, I won’t blame you if you decide to stay away from me now.”

-“Stfu dipshit, what’s gotten you so depressed? Did you have another fight with Beel? I told you not to eat the last slice of cake.”

-“Rude ass, I was trying to apologise for my past mistakes-let me repent will you?”

-“Said no demon ever. Now let’s go hang out you emo bitch.”

-Y’all vibe together on a spiritual level once that shit gets sorted out

-But he’s kinda scared you might pull out a knife on him ngl

-Obviously, you’re still annoying as fuck with that indifferent attitude of yours but he can live with it

-He appreciates the fact that you’re not scared of him, even after what he’s done

Diavolo:

-Ah yes, the future King of DevilDom himself

-He’s very enthusiastic about the idea of you having fun this year…..and to keep you alive….

-He, of course, expected a range of reactions from you when he first summoned you here

-None of which were “Ok but could you not have given me a heads up? Before the whole teleportation thing? I face-planted your onto marvellously polished the floor and now I think I lost even more brain cells than before.”

-He felt so bad gagajajahahwgehhsb

-He apologised for bringing you out here without any warning like that and then proceeded to introduce you to everyone

-Diavolo is actually kind of relieved to see you’re handling everything pretty well

-He thought that maybe DevilDom was too much for a human to deal with

-Meeting Barbatos also went incredibly smooth

-“Barbatos? The one that cleans the floors right? Big fan of your work, I could eat off the floor of the main hall.”

-He’s so glad to see you getting along with everyone and not getting intimidated by the brothers

-It gets him excited thinking about how the exchange program is gonna work and all three realms will be united

-But he’s not stupid so don’t think he’ll allow you to stumble around, getting up to all sorts of mischief

-He always has someone watching you because he would hate to see you die, despite being pretty fond of your carefree attitude

-“MC, please be careful. Most demons here aren’t all that nice.”

-“Aye aye Captain.”

-He fears that many demons would take your indifference as a challenge and try to assert dominance or something by kidnapping you

-As far as creatures of hell go, they love installing fear in people

-So he always keeps an extra eye open for you

-And he’ll be there to help you if something goes wrong

-But other than that, he’s pretty chill as well and he finds you so hilarious, it’s been a while since he’s seen someone as eccentric and dramatic as Mammon and Asmo

-Idk what else to add here, Diavolo is very accepting and as long as you don’t get hurt, he’s glad you can get used to your new surroundings so easily

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Al~

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Resigned

(What to expect - pseudoincest, NSFW, noncon, dubcon. Creampie, sharing a hoe w ur bro (threesome), tummy bulge. IDK how to tag I know I’m sorry)

“You didn’t even make her cum.”

Kirishima was whining at Bakugou, thick fingers carding through your hair as your head rested against his thigh.

You were splayed out on the bed on your knees, Katsuki gripping you by the elbows, face pushed up against Kirishima’s rock-hard cock.

The original intent had been a blowjob, the redhead cooing at you as he coaxed you to take more and more of his length into your mouth, his thumbs hooked between your teeth and hardened so you couldn’t bite down on him.

That plan had quickly fallen apart as soon as Bakugou had started fucking you, brain going numb, the cock pistoning into you occupying your thoughts to the point where you could do nothing more than pant against Kiri’s length.

“So fucking what? ‘S not my job.” Bakugou pulled out of your cunt with a squelch, a sharp sting across your rear making you clench down with a gasp, trapping his cum inside.

“Ha, look at that. Greedy little slut, wanna keep it all inside, dont’cha?” The blonde taunted, delivering another quick smack to your ass.

When Bakugou let go of your other elbow, you further sagged against Kirishima’s naked thigh, sweat dampening your forehead.

The world started shifting, Kiri manhandling you up into his lap until you were straddling him, face-to-face with the redhead.

“Hey, hey there sweetie. Doin’ okay?”

No, no you weren’t.

“You looked so tasty, taking Bakugou’s cock like that. Panting up against my dick, you made me so hard, see?” Your attention was directed to the length resting up against your tummy, reaching your bellybutton.

He was hard, wet, leaking precum from the dark red tip, pearly drops spilling over his foreskin and rolling down to his balls.

Kirishima gave you a quick kiss, a rush of his soft lips against yours. Then you were being lifted by his strong arms gripping your waist, settled onto the head of his cock.

“Oh, oh-!” You sobbed, feeling the tip stretch you out.

The redhead was significantly thicker than his blonde counterpart, longer and with a hefty girth. Just being lowered towards his thighs had your stomach clenching, hands frantically scrabbling at his forearms as you pleaded for him to slow down.

“No, oh god, look at that.” Kiri threw his head back, shutting his eyes tight, but quickly forced himself to look forward again, focusing on the little bulge appearing in your lower abdomen. “Fuck, Bakugou, c’mere.”

Bakugou craned his head, shifting his attention from taking a swig of water so he could see what Kirishima was getting worked up about. When he caught sight of one of the redheads hands fluttering over your stomach, dancing around the rapidly-growing bump, Bakugou almost choked on his water.

“Holy shit, that’s hot. What the fuck? You fucking monster, don’t rip her in half.”

“I-I won’t, god, she’s so tight-!”

While Bakugou had to maneuver his hips, find a good angle to press into your sweet spot, Kirishima didn’t have to go through such troubles.

He was pressing against all of your most sensitive spots without even trying.

You were trembling in his hold, biting down around one hand to keep your cries muffled, your other hand anchoring yourself by holding onto the headboard behind Kirishima’s head.

And then you were fully seated, ass flush against Kirishima’s hairy thighs.

Both of you paused, taking big, deep breaths. You, trying to maintain what little composure you had left, and Kirishima, trying not to cum right then and there.

“Look at you, haa, you’re-you’re incredible.”

“Taking him like a champ.” Bakugou interjected, clapping a heavy hand down onto your shoulder. The movement pushed you further down, made you jolt a little, grinding the heavy cock deeper. “Thought you’d be a lil’ pussy about it, cry and shit.”

“You need to be nicer to your sister Bakugou, damn.”

“Stepsister, asshole. And don’t tell me what to fucking do, you just sit there and be grateful I’m letting your hulk-hands near her.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes. He was done talking.

A smooth roll of his hips, and you were shaking in his arms, biting down harder on your hand.

“Fuck, oh, you’re so good, oh my god.” The redhead was staring at your stomach, watching the bump in your tummy appear and disappear on each rocking thrust.

“Mmhh, Kiri, ffhu-please!” Half of you was begging him to stop, to slow down, to pull out. The other half of you was begging to cum, pleasure tingling up your spine as he filled you so full.

Kiri responded as he saw fit, placing his feet flat on the bed, scooting down a little until he was laying down before loosing his restraint.

He fucked you like an animal, fast and messy and quick, his thighs slapping against the meat of your ass as he drove up into you, eyes wandering over your body. Kirishima couldn’t decide where to look, whether at your bulging tummy, your fucked-out face, or your bouncing tits.

“You feel so good! So good, fuck, mm-” Kiri was the one panting now, mouth falling slack as his nerves lit up, something coiling hot and heavy in his gut, building as he thrust into your warmth.

Your orgasm hit you out of nowhere, body clenching down, doubling over, hand falling from where you were holding yourself up as you slumped against the beefy redhead, incoherent words falling from your mouth. You didn’t know what you were saying, world swirling dizzily around you, butterflies erupting in your stomach, trailing into your arms and legs.

Everything felt so intense, and Kirishima wasn’t stopping.

Still slumped against his shoulder, you felt your legs twitching, cunt clenching sporadically around his thick length as you rode out your orgasm, high-pitched whines punching out of you on each upward thrust of his hips.

“I’m gonna cum, ah, ohh, gonna cum! ‘M sorry, can’t-can’t stop myself.Can’t hold back, nnh-” The redhead blubbered, face flushed, hips rabbiting into you. “I’ll-I’ll eat you out after, ‘kay? Make you feel good-fuck.”

His cock rubbed against your walls, and no matter how you shifted, you couldn’t get away from the intense stimulation of your sweet spot.

But then Kirishima was cumming, thick ropes of hot, creamy semen filling you up, painting your walls.

The man had his eyes squeezed tight, mouth open in a moan as he jammed his cock up against your cervix, his hips twitching.

The come-down took a moment, the redhead basking in the glorious feel of his orgasm, your cunt wrapped tight around him, relishing the feel of getting to hold your sweaty body against his own.

You sagged in his arms, breathless, tired, disoriented. Your cunt throbbed, flesh pink and tender from the abuse of two rough fucks.

When Kirishima sat up again, you whined as his cock shifted inside of you, the feeling of cum in your tummy uncomfortable and nauseating.

“Oh, I know-” Kiri responded to your whine “I’m so sorry, I didn’t make you cum. But! I’ll make it up to you!” He was gentle as he slid you off his length, gentle as he laid you back on the covers.

Gentle as he settled between your legs, lacing his fingers with yours, staring up at you.

Bakugou smacked him on the back of his head.

“You idiot, your stupid dick made her cum already.”

Kiri paused, rubbing the back of his head, blinking at his friend, then at you. “I did?”

An unsteady nod from you answered his question.

“Dumbass. Can’t even tell when you make a girl cum.” Bakugou sneered. You didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that he was idly rubbing himself back to hardness, legs spread as he sat against the headboard, watching you both.

The redhead looked down at you with a twinkle in his eye, cocking his head to the side. Then he smiled. “Well, I said I was gonna eat you out though, and I’m not one to go back on my word.”

A whimpered plea for mercy left your lips, but Kirishima was more focused on discovering the taste of your well-used cunt.

You could tell that he wasn’t going to let up, wasn’t going to listen to you.

All that you could do was resign yourself to the fact that the two men were going to do whatever they wanted to you, and you just had to take it.

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kurokens · 3 years

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Gojo Satoru | Loving you is a losing game

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru

words: 929

pronouns: none

request: “First of all I would like to praise you because your writing is incredible. Second, I would like to ask for an angst with Gojo. I read what you wrote and honestly, I am an angst-loving reader. I thought of something like Gojo cheating on the reader or she is pregnant but ends up losing the baby (If you write about pregnancy.) I would be extremely happy with either or whatever you want, I just love angst. Thank you, have a great day or night. ^^”

notes: hello! thank you a lot for requesting! I went with the cheating one bc I am not comfortable with writing about pregnancy! I hope you will like it. have a great day/night as well!😚😚 also this won’t get a part 2 if anyone is wondering bc fuck cheaters lmaooo (sorry im reposting again tumblr isn't letting me in the tags, pls tell me im in now)

not proof read

song rec: arcade - duncan laurence

genre: angst

warnings: cheating, implied sex but nothing in details, gojo is a cheating bastard, im so sorry gojo lovers (me)

Being with Gojo Satoru was a wild ride, and you knew it was going to be from the first day you two starting going out. But you never regretted falling for him, no matter how much he could get on your nerves sometimes, you still loved him for who he was, and you were happy with him. To this day you still couldn’t comprehend how you made him fall for you, dating the strongest sorcerer of them all was scary. The fear of never being enough was always somewhere deep inside your brain, but Gojo was always there to reassure you that you were far more than enough for him, and you were grateful for that.

Yet, here you were, standing on your doorstep, a piece of your heart shattering with each moan ringing through your ears. Moans that were definitely not yours, nor your boyfriend’s. You took a few hesitant steps that guided you to your shared bedroom, the moans echoing louder with each of them. With a shaky hand you turned the doorknob, mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to see. Fully knowing that, in reality, nothing could prepare you for this nightmare. A part of you wanted it to be a fever dream, praying that none of this was real, and that you weren’t witnessing your boyfriend of 5 years in your bed with someone that wasn’t you. But another part of you knew that this was real, and that the fever dream might have been your relationship all along, way too good to be true.

With this thought crossing your mind, a bittersweet laugh left your mouth, one that made all movements in the once squeaky bed abruptly stop. The bedsheets ruffling in a hurried manner, before blue eyes finally met your glossy ones.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something?” You asked mockingly, laughing once more when all you were met with was silence and your boyfriend with his mouth agape. “I finished my mission earlier than expected, I wanted to surprise you with some sweets I got from overseas. I guess the surprise was successful, wasn’t it?”

“Love, I can explain everything.” Gojo started, scrambling to his feet to put his underwear and pants back on.

“Love?! Explain everything??? Oh Gojo, darling, what is there left to explain here? Did you trip and accidentally fall in bed with someone else? Oh no, better. Was it a curse’s doing? What kind of bullshit are you going to try to make me believe?” You roared, the reality of the situation slowly hitting you.

“No, it was a mistake I promise, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” The sorcerer said, taking a few tentative steps towards you, which just made you back further away from him.

“Oh yeah? Then tell me, love, for how long has this mistake been going on?” You questioned, harshly whipping off your falling tears.

“It’s not-” He began.

“HOW LONG?” You screamed, completely losing your temper, your body shaking in anger.

The silence in the house was heavy and was starting to rile you up even more, you wanted nothing more but to slap him across the face.

“A year and a half.” Gojo finally answered, his eyes never once meeting yours.

At his response you could only laugh once more, hot tears slowly streaming down your face. Neither of you made any move for a while, giving you the time to process the information.

“Why?” You finally asked, no longer caring about your swollen eyes and runny nose.

“I don’t know, baby, I swear it didn’t mean anything to me.” Your boyfriend urged, reaching out to hold your hands, only making you back away to stay out of grasp.

“For a year and a half? You’re trying to make me believe that you slept with someone else behind my back for a year and half and that it didn’t mean anything to you? That it was a mistake?” You cried.

“Baby-” The sorcerer started only to be interrupted with your hand colliding with his cheek, the slap so hard it was sure to leave a mark.

“DO NOT BABY ME!” You shouted, your last wall finally breaking down. “You do not get to call me baby Gojo. You do not have the right to try and change my mind about all of this. You are a piece of trash, you are a horrible person. I gave you 5 years of my life Gojo, FIVE. I did everything in order to be the best partner for you and this is what I get? You cheating on me? I knew all of this was too good to be true. Of course. You’re The Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, the one everyone wants. Why would you be with me? It didn’t make sense, right? Even you knew it. What was I to you? A game? Well, I’m sorry you lost that one. I’m sorry I wasted your oh so precious time.”

“Don’t say that. You know this isn’t true.” Gojo declared, once more trying to reach out to you.

“If it wasn’t you wouldn’t have done this.” You shook your head, taking another step away from him before turning around to make your way out. “Goodbye Gojo, hope it was worth it.”

With these last words you closed the door, leaving behind you the man you once loved and who you thought loved you too. And as you walked down the streets with your broken heart and tear-stained cheeks a thought crossed your mind.

Loving him was truly a losing game.

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