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𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (𝟏𝟖+)

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[ PAIRING ] Vash the Stampede x reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I turned this thirst into a fic. [ SYNOPSIS ] Vash starts emitting sexy pheromones that leave you desperate for his cock. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.5k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, porn without plot, dubcon, vaginal sex, rough sex, size kink, mild dumbification, plantfucking, body horror/weird plant biology, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, nipple play, Vash has a biting kink, self objectification (does that even make sense?), knotting, creampie, cockwarming.

It was just past midnight. The moons were looming high in the sky, illuminating the desolate land surrounding the town you and Vash had taken refuge in. Your face was pressed against the window, gazing out into the sandy void.

“You see the sky tonight?” you asked.

Vash didn’t bother responding. You turned around and saw his dejected form.

“You’re lookin’ more wistful than usual.”

He was sprawled out on the bed, leaving you little to no room. The lodge you were holed up in only had a single room vacant and of course there was but one measly bed. It was a good enough sized one though; it could definitely provide comfort for you and the gangly mess of a man you called a travel companion.

Vash merely sighed in response to your question and stared up at the ceiling.

His gaze was flat, not a hint of sparkle to his blue-green eyes. His sweet face was held hostage by a delightfully adorable pout. Thoughts of biting down on his bottom lip swirled around you, leaving you flustered and throbbing. You hoped whatever was troubling him wasn’t too serious because otherwise your current state would be disrespectful.

“What’s wrong?” you prodded, taking a seat on the bed. You tried to sound as dry as humanly possible.

He turned his head towards you and gave you the weakest, most pathetic smile. A smile that inspired no faith in what it sought to imply.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” he answered sweetly.

You glared at him. “Fine. I—Well… I guess I’m going to sleep.” You paused awkwardly. “Goodnight.”

Vash scooted over, granting you space on the mattress. You crawled into place, not bothering to cover yourself with the musty bedding. It smelled too much like sand.

You rolled onto your side, your back facing Vash. You held yourself in a fetal position in hopes it would keep you warm. In a perfect world you’d just snuggle up next to him and leech off the heat his body seemed to radiate. But you didn’t live in a perfect world; you lived in a sandy, inhospitable land.

“Are you cold?” he asked. Such a perceptive one he was.

“A little,” you lied.

“Get under the blankets then,” he suggested.

“No. They smell like sand and… I don’t know, like, armpit sweat.”

He let out a tiny laugh. “I can’t argue with you there.”

You wriggled your shoulders in discomfort. You wanted to curl up next to Vash like a kitten, but with his current mood it just didn’t seem feasible. The last thing you wanted to do was annoy him so you would have to bear the drafty room on your own. It would only be for a night; you could handle it.

However after about five minutes of shivering in painful silence, you turned over and faced Vash. He was on his side, facing you. His eyes were shut, his dark lashes catching the moonlight streaming through the windows.

You gently nudged him. “Hey.”

He briefly frowned, but stayed asleep.

You nudged him once more, this time much harder.

“Vash!”

His eyes shot open and he jerked back.

“Ouch! Why are you being so aggressive?”

“I have a question,” you said, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Ask away.”

“Can we spoon, or snuggle, or something?”

“Uh—”

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I know you… are like… You’ve got something on your mind and I don’t wanna—”

The radiant grin he gave you calmed your nerves. He pulled you into his embrace, wrapping his arms around you. Your face was buried into his neck. He smelled like freshly washed linens, undercut by a strange earthy, honey-like scent, a creamy florescent. The chills that cursed your body melted away in his presence.

“Thank you,” you muttered, voice muffled by Vash’s sweet skin.

You inhaled deeply and pressed your body up against his. He felt tense, like his muscles were frozen in place.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked.

“It’s stupid,” he whined.

“I don’t care.”

He paused and took a few slow breaths, preparing himself for the question he was about to pose.

“I really like you and—”

“You wanna fuck me, huh?” you asked, your face adorned with a cat-like grin. You had never been so forward before, but something seemed to possess you.

“Of course I do.” He groaned. “But I can’t because… it’s complicated. And intense.”

“Is that supposed to be a deterrent?”

He rolled onto his back and hid his face behind his hands.

“It’s just different, alright?”

You crawled on top of him, unable to help yourself. His aura was whipping you into a frenzy, the lovely scent emanating from his skin growing stronger and luring you in.

“I like different,” you purred.

He gulped. “I should tell you—”

You didn’t let him speak.“I don’t care what happens.”

Vash blushed. “Let me finish.”

You groaned but relented. “Fine. But be quick.”

“I haven’t, uh, you know… in a while. And when that happens my body produces these pheromones that are supposed to attract a mate.”

“A mate?” you asked, voice wavering. You liked Vash and wanted to fuck him, but mate implied somewhat of a large commitment.

“No! Not a mate! It, well, it makes people want to—”

“Fuck you?” you asked, biting down on your upper lip.

He nodded. “And they kinda… drive me crazy too.” He tacked on a nervous laugh. “Sometimes I can’t control myself which isn’t fair because, well, whoever is… uh… they do whatever I want them to.”

Your cunt was growing wetter by the second.

“So that’s why I want you to use me so bad.”

His eyes were wide, almost sparkling. His cheeks were rosy and the scent emanating from him grew stronger.

You felt as if the room was enveloped in a sensuous haze that seeped into your skin, flowing through your veins. It was consuming you, eating away at your thoughts, leaving behind visions of Vash tossing your legs over your shoulders and driving his cock into your weeping cunt. Your body was growing warmer, almost unbearably so. Every inch of you ached for him. You would know no peace until his body was lording over yours and filling you up with his cum.

“I just.” He averted your lingering gaze. “It’s embarrassing. I hate getting like that. When I do all I can think about is pinning someone down and fucking them until they can’t see straight.”

“That sounds amazing,” you said dreamily.

Your manner of speaking was much more provocative than it usually was. Your tongue seemed to linger on the letters, leaving each one coated in a honey-like tone. There was almost a hint of a tumultuous moan when you said “aammmaaaaaziiingg.”

Vash looked uncomfortable, but willing. His hands were gripping the sheets as if he was holding on for dear life.

“I know you want me,” you teased, rocking your hips against his. “I’m not lying when I say you can do whatever you want to me. You need it. I know you do.” You cupped his face in your gentle hands. “Let me help you. It’s what I’m here for.”

He laughed. “It’s not, but…”

“Hush,” you said, grabbing a hold of his cock.

It was swollen, begging for release.

You lowered yourself down and pulled down the soft, worn cotton pants he liked to sleep in. His cock sprung up, standing completely upright. The tip was engorged and pink. You rubbed it with the pad of your thumb and watched as Vash winced. His brows knitted together in ecstatic agony.

A few thick veins snaked around his shaft. You ghosted your fingers over them and reveled in his desperate whines. You looked up at him with starved eyes, darkened by your devotion and desire. You ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft. You grabbed ahold of his cock and stroked it while you rolled your tongue against the tip, savoring the sweet taste of his precum.

He let out a low groan as you pumped his leaky cock. He placed his hand on the back of your head and gently pushed down. You dropped your hand and decided to let your mouth do the work.

Vash eased your head further down, until the entirety of his length filled your mouth. Spit was trickling from the corners of your mouth and tears crept out from the corners of your eyes. He began to thrust, sending the tip of his cock into the back of your throat. You were steadfast and breathed through your nose, fighting your gag reflex.

“Your mouth fe—feels so good,” he stammered.

You placed your hands on his muscled thighs to push yourself off of his cock, but you felt what appeared to be downy feathers sprouting from his skin. It threw you off for a moment before you remembered what you wanted to say.

“Wait until you feel my pussy,” you bragged.

His eyes almost seemed to glow. He gave you a boyish smile before pushing you onto your back with a swiftness that left you in awe. His hands wandered down your body, pawing at your clothes, desperately trying to take them off. Your body felt electric as he undressed you. Each time his warm, slender fingers grazed your skin your body pulsed with delight.

He kissed your neck before letting his sharp canines graze your tender skin. You hummed in delight, and laced your fingers through his silky hair. He rutted up against your body, the tip of his cock teasing your clit. You whimpered every time it made contact.

He left a trail of kisses down your neck and chest, stopping at your breast. He flicked his tongue against your nipple. He sucked on it, holding it between his soft lips. You relished in the sound of him lapping away. You held onto his shoulders, feeling spiny quills erupting from his scapulae.

“Vash,” you whimpered. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t respond. The quills from his back grew longer and denser. You pricked your finger on one of the sharp tips. You winced in pain and moved your hand down to the small of his back. You watched as the spiny quills became more feather-like. They were pale and iridescent and they left you transfixed. They were so beautiful. They soon covered his back and made their way down his arms. You ran your hand down the length of them. They were soft and sleek, like nothing you had ever experienced before.

“So pretty,” you muttered.

Vash lifted his head from your breast.

“Hm?”

A cluster of eyes has formed in the middle of his forehead. It disturbed you briefly, but the feeling of his cock throbbing against your thigh was enough to make you forget about it.

“Nothing, nothing,” you said, stroking his cheek.

You kissed him, pushing your tongue past his teeth. He held you close and you felt like your body was melting into his. You wanted to become a part of him. He slid his fingers into your cunt, spreading apart your folds. You groaned in frustration. His fingers weren’t enough. You needed his cock.

“Please just fuck me,” you whined, breaking the kiss.

He looked up at you with all of his dazed eyes and wordlessly nodded. He slowly guided his cock inside you. You gasped as your cunt stretched around it. You buried your face into his neck, hoping to mute your cries of pleasure. His thrusts were gentle and deliberate. You could feel that he was holding back.

“Is it too much?” he asked, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You shook your head. “More.”

He gave you a concerned look. “More?”

“Yeah. Fuck me like I’m a whore.”

Vash nearly choked on his own spit.

“C’mon,” you purred. “You know you want to.”

“I can’t. It’ll be too much.”

“My body can take it.”

He frowned. “I could really hurt you.”

“I like it when it hurts,” you said, tightening your cunt around his cock. You kissed him again and held his bottom lip between your teeth. “I’m your toy. You can do whatever you want to me.”

Vash looked at you, holding your gaze, clearly weighing his options. Once he made up his mind an impish grin made its way across his face and he lifted your legs over his shoulders.

His thrusts were significantly more intense than they were previously. He drove his cock into your cunt with a fervor you had never experienced. His cocktip pushed up against your cervix, sending a sharp sensation to your core. You became a panting, moaning mess. You were falling apart at the seams, your body as limp as a doll’s. Vash was able to manipulate your body with ease, essentially folding you in half, leaving your knees close to your face.

You looked up at him as his wings spread out, nearly engulfing you. It was hard to believe this was the same Vash you wandered the desert with. You never would have thought the doughnut eating dork could be so feral. You knew he wasn’t a human, but his true nature being so alien never occurred to you.

As he fucked your limp body into the mattress, you felt your orgasm begin to bloom in your stomach. Your breathing became labored and all you could think about was coming all over his cock.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he growled.

“Uh-huh,” you moaned.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts growing more and more frantic. The room was filled with a symphony of his grunts and whimpers. You were lost in his presence, completely enamored and consumed by it. Your vision blurred and you saw nothing but white as you came. A deluge of fluids dripped from your cunt and coated his cock. You felt like you had ascended to heaven, leaving No Man’s Land in the dust.

Vash continued to thrust as his cock swelled inside you. Spurts of his slippery cum filled your cunt. He exhaled deeply and allowed your legs to fall to the side and laid down on top of you. The two of you tried to catch your breath and let the rapture you were entangled in fade away.

“I’m sorry,” he said bashfully, lifting himself up.

His cock was still buried inside you.

“Why…” You struggled to find your words. “Why are you… sorry?”

“Because! I didn’t want you to ever see me like this. I look like a freak.”

You ran your hand along his wings and made an effort to make eye contact with the cluster of ones on his forehead.

“I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“You’re just saying that because you're high off my pheromones,” he scoffed.

You giggled. “Maybe. But you’re still very pretty.”

You rubbed the short feathers that had sprouted along the apples of his cheeks. He sighed in relief and nuzzled his face into your neck. His cock continued to throb inside you and likely would for a while. You didn’t mind though. Laying under Vash, shielded by his wings from the harsh world outside, was all you could want in such a harsh and unforgiving world.

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elyssialumengard · 3 months

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Alastor x Reader : Fragile Link ( Part 1 )

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Hello/good night ! This is my first post in the Hazbin Hotel universe, please bear with me. I'm French so if I make a mistake, tell me in a socially acceptable way. ^^

Summary : Alastor and Charlie travel to a mysterious location in Hell to get help against threats to the Hazbin Hotel. They are guided by Alastor and meet Taku, a demon who owes him one. Despite encounters with hostile sinners, they manage to approach “y/n”, an important figure whose help is crucial.

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The cobblestone streets of Hell were lit by a perpetual reddish glow.

Wisps of acrid smoke rose from the cracks in the ground in this corner of the Infernal Pentagram, further obscuring the tumultuous sky, bathed in a vivid red hue, creating a painting of macabre beauty. Among the ruined buildings, their decrepit walls decorated with graffiti, stretched a heavy silence, broken only by the distant echoes of sinners.

In the distance, mountains of debris and carcasses could be seen, where some damned souls were condemned to an eternity of futile toil. Others went about their business, their gazes full of lust, malice and despair.

In this inhospitable setting, two figures made their way, one following the other, their footsteps echoing. They were on their way to a mysterious place, a place where one of them hoped to find help in confronting the threats facing the Hazbin Hotel.

One of the two people was none other than Charlie, who was getting carried away by his own inner torment. The revelation of Vaggie's dissimulation, her love, as to her nature as an exterminating angel, had plunged her into an abyss of betrayal and perplexity. She wondered about the reasons that had pushed Vaggie to silence such a crucial truth, finding it paradoxical that the one she had elected to share her noblest ideals could indulge in such omissions. Tortuous thoughts, like poisonous snakes, coiled around his tormented mind, undermining the very foundations of his certainties.

Amidst this turmoil, a glimmer of panic arose from time to time, fueled by the imminent threat posed by Adam and his legions of exterminating angels.

As for the one who orchestrated this macabre dance, it was Alastor, the guide leading the princess to a place known only to him. Indifferent to Charlie's words, he focused exclusively on their destination, and on the powerful overlord he had not seen in seven long years. He knew that their reunion was going to be complex, marked by the shadows of the past, but he hoped to convince the suzerain to lend Charlie a hand in his fight against the angelic forces.

While he had initially planned to visit his friend Rosie in Cannibal Town, he had deliberately postponed this meeting, preferring to try his luck with the other liege. Because he knew that if their enterprise succeeded, it would constitute a more effective bulwark against Adam and his army.

And he secretly wanted to see her again for his personal pleasure.

As they moved deeper and deeper into one of the abandoned and forgotten corners of the Pentagram, where no sinner dared to dwell, Alastor abruptly interrupted the conversation, announcing that they had arrived. However, in front of them, there was only an oppressive void, devoid of the slightest sign of life or habitation.

- What does that mean ? Charlie wondered, a look of confusion and worry in his eyes.

An enigmatic smile appeared on Alastor's lips, a sparkle of excitement shining in his eyes.

- Patience, my dear Charlie. You will soon understand why we are here. He replied in a calm voice.

With one fluid gesture, he conjured a letter into his hand, which he then burned before letting the ashes fall to the ground. Charlie's eyes followed with fascination the strange spectacle unfolding before his eyes. The ashes of the letter, consumed by Alastor's fire, transformed into dancing shadows, swirling before taking the form of a massive door on the ground. A strange feeling of dizziness came over her as she stared at this mysterious door, the palpable magic emanating from it tickling her senses.

Feeling the pressure of Alastor's shoulder, she stepped back slightly, her eyes still fixed on the fascinating scene unfolding before them. The shadow gate suddenly burst out of the ground, solidifying into a towering structure. Charlie's heart raced in her chest as she realized where they were.

This door evoked the legends she had heard whispered, the one leading to an unknown territory, a place different from the Hell she knew, under the sovereignty of one of the most eminent figures of the underworld. She was stunned to find herself facing this legendary door, wondering what trials and revelations awaited them on the other side.

Before she could voice her thoughts, the door burst open, revealing a demon that emerged from the darkness.

The demon was imposing and slender, with slightly gray skin. Her hair is a deep brown, framing her angular face characterized by sharp, defined features. His dark, almost black eyes shine with a piercing light behind round, black-rimmed glasses. He wore a dark suit highlighting his elegant and professional figure.

Seeing who had summoned the opening, the demon frowned and said in a hostile voice :

-Alastor.

-Taku.

Despite Taku's cold reception, Alastor remained imperturbable, not letting the animosity of his interlocutor destabilize him.

- Tell me, my friend, how have you been since our last meeting ? He questioned, a hint of feigned camaraderie peeking through his words.

Facing him, Taku remained imperturbable, his arms crossed on his chest, his face unchanging despite the mischievous sparkle that sparkled in Alastor's eyes.

- It is none of your business. He replied in an icy voice. I thought you were dead. It would surely be better for everyone if that were the case. Or at least you could have stayed hidden in your hole, alone, if death doesn't suit you.

A cynical laugh escaped Alastor's lips, accentuating the tense atmosphere between them.

-Ah ! But that wasn't the case ! He replied in a mocking tone. My absence was just a little break, a parenthesis to savor life and let sinners worry, wondering when I was going to return with my emission.

He approached Taku, his teasing smile widening.

- But indeed, it would surely have been better for you if I had died. He continued in an almost whispered voice, leaving the shadow of a sinister secret lingering. I have no doubt that you would have greatly appreciated it. After all, that would have meant that I would have taken your sword of Damocles with me to the grave, right ?

A shiver of antagonism ran through the space between them as they eyed each other, their feelings of distrust and disdain barely concealed.

Under the influence of the anger which began to rise, Taku's teeth lengthened, accentuating his expression of displeasure. His fists clenched with increasing force as he stared at Alastor with a penetrating, almost murderous gaze.

-What do you want, Alastor ? He spat through clenched teeth.

- We came to see ( y/n ). He said with an indescribable look. This is a matter of the utmost importance.

Taku sighed in annoyance, shaking his head in disapproval.

- I don't want to hear anything about it. He replied dryly. My Lady has no time to waste on unimportant requests like yours. And especially not with someone like you.

Charlie, feeling anxiety rising within her, was about to intervene, to plead their case to Taku. However, Alastor beat her to it with a calm wave of his hand, telling her to stay back for the moment. With a sly smile he said :

- I think you owe me a favor, Taku. And that's why I was able to summon this door.. He announced quietly.

Taku glared at Alastor, his expression hardening even further.

- A favor ? He repeated suspiciously, his tone oscillating between distrust and curiosity.

- Yes. Alastor replied in a detached tone, but with a glint of determination in his eyes. And that's why we're here, thanks to the letter you gave me in exchange for our deal. To get back what you owe me. He announced, a green glow surrounding them.

Charlie watched the scene helplessly, overwhelmed by the events, but slowly realizing the magnitude of the situation. She could feel the tension between Alastor and Taku rising, their gazes challenging each other in a silent game of wills.

- You're playing a dangerous game, Alastor. You might get burned. He growled.

But Alastor didn't flinch, his teasing smile remaining unchanged.

- Oh, let me doubt it, we both know that you are weaker than me. We need to see ( y/n ). He repeated calmly. And I'm sure you can understand the importance of this meeting. Besides, I will hold my tongue regarding the content of our deal and I will no longer be able to force you to let us in, seeing as I burned the letter to do so. Does this suit you ?

Taku hesitated for a moment, seeming to weigh his options. Finally, with a sigh of resignation, he agreed with a slight nod.

- Alright. He whispered. But I don't owe you anything anymore. And know, miss, he said, addressing Charlie, finally considering her since the beginning of the exchange, you are nothing to us. Your rank is nothing where we are going. We are devoted to our Lady and compared to her, you are futile. And all the more so for a crazy person like you, Alastor. He finished, his teeth returning to normal.

Charlie doesn't respond, stunned. With a wave of his hand, Taku opened the door, revealing the darkness that lay on the other side. Alastor gave a mocking smile, ignoring Taku's jab.

- We expected no less from such hospitality in these infernal lands. He replied lightly, before leading Charlie after him towards the open door.

Once on the other side, the transition was instantaneous, almost magical. The oppressive red-tinged sky of Pentagram City dissipated, giving way to a clear blue celestial expanse, enveloping the landscape in a soft, soothing light. A breath of fresh air came to caress their faces, sweeping away the heaviness of Hell.

Charlie contemplated this astonishing change with a mixture of astonishment and perplexity. She felt transported to another world, a realm where torment and suffering seemed to evaporate. A light laugh escaped Alastor's lips, savoring the stark contrast between the two realities.

- Welcome to this less gloomy corner of Hell, my dear. He whispered to Charlie, his eyes shining with a mischievous glint.

Following Taku who walked in the lead, Alastor and Charlie embarked on the winding paths of this enchanting landscape. Charlie couldn't suppress his amazement at the peaceful beauty around him. Green meadows stretched as far as the eye could see, caressed by the soft light of the sun. In the distance, majestic trees swayed gently in the breeze, their foliage dancing in harmony with the birdsong.

Her heart leaped with excitement as she observed the inhabitants of this strange place, for a moment she could almost forget Vaggie's betrayal. Fishermen smiled happily as they brought in their day's catch. No violence, no murder, no blood. It was a stark contrast to the Hell she had always known. Maybe not as sumptuous as Heaven, but to her, it was a glimmer of light in the darkness.

Approaching Alastor, Charlie felt the urgent need to clarify the mysteries that hovered around their presence here, in this strange and enchanting world.

- Alastor, she began in a voice filled with a mixture of fascination and perplexity, how come that you know ( y/n ) ? And what is this place that seems so... Different ?

Alastor gave her a teasing smile, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

- Ah, my dear Charlie. He replied in a nonchalant tone. It's a long story, full of twists and turns and mysteries.

He winked at her, knowing he had piqued her curiosity. But before Charlie could ask any more questions, he added :

- As for this place, it's a kind of... Refuge, if you like. A place where time seems to stand still, where the torments of Hell ease a little. But don't let appearances fool you, my dear. Even here, there are secrets and dangers that await us.

Charlie looked at him with admiration mixed with concern. She knew that even in this relative haven of peace, trouble could arise at any moment.

-And why are we here ? She insisted, determined to get a clear answer this time.

Alastor gave him a knowing look, his smile widening slightly.

- Oh, my dear, are we not here to save our dear hotel from the clutches of adversity ? He replied in a cheerful tone, skillfully avoiding directly answering her question.

Charlie rolled her eyes, knowing she probably wouldn't get a more specific answer from Alastor. But despite her exasperation, she couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the idea of the adventure that awaited them. As they advanced peacefully, five other armed sinners appeared from the shadows, threatening and ready to do battle.

The leader of this group raised his weapon, pointing contemptuously at Alastor.

- What are you doing here you bastard ? He roared in a deep and menacing voice.

Charlie felt panic rising within her, her gaze turning to Alastor for a solution.

- Alastor, what do we do ?

Alastor smirked, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

- Well, this looks like it's getting interesting. He replied with a teasing tone, ready to spring into action.

As the sinners stood before them, their weapons brandished in a threatening gesture, Alastor couldn't help but let out a teasing laugh, his gaze shining with a mischievous glint as he approached one of them. 'them.

- My dear friends, is this how you welcome your guests ? He said in a mocking voice, openly defying their hostility.

The sinners stiffened, their expressions mixing bewilderment and anger at the demon's insolent attitude.

- You have guts to come here, Alastor. One of them spat contemptuously, his tone laced with menace. Do you really think you can come in here at will and wreak havoc ?

A smirk tugged at Alastor's lips, a spark of defiance in his gaze.

- Ah, but that’s precisely what I do best, isn’t it ? He replied with a mischievous wink. Bring a little spice to everyday life, shake things up. Besides, if I wanted to hurt anyone here, it would already be done.

His smile widened as red clock faces replaced his pupils, his face twisting into a demonic expression, his smile no longer able to contain his sharp teeth. Deafening, unpleasant sounds of radio whining surrounded the atmosphere, frightening or disconcerting those around them.

After this moment of theatrical intimidation, Alastor suddenly calmed down, letting out a musical laugh that echoed through the air, as if he had just told a particularly funny joke. His facial expression, once distorted by threat, returned to its usual appearance, although his mischievous look remained.

The sinners, meanwhile, stood stunned, looking at Alastor with a mixture of fear and perplexity. They were used to arrogant and hostile demons, but Alastor's combination of imperturbable confidence and playful mischief completely unsettled them.

- I see that you are having trouble following the dance. Alastor stated in a light tone, as if he was talking to confused children. But don't worry, I'm just passing through. No need to bother you further.

Before they can act, Taku abruptly intervenes, his piercing gaze fixed on the sinners.

- Stop your bickering. Stay calm until I give an order. He ordered in a firm voice, keeping them at a distance from any attempted aggression.

The sinners, disoriented, looked at each other, unable to understand why the right arm of their liege stood thus alongside these intruders, and even closer to Alastor, in particular.

- But Taku, they are foreigners. They are not welcome here ! One of them protested, his weapon still aimed at Alastor. Especially a perfidious being like him, whose sole purpose is to sow pain and destruction! It will only revive the suffering in the heart of our Lady !

The disdain in Taku's gaze was palpable, his icy silence echoing in the halo of tension that enveloped the group.

- I know what I'm doing. Don't intervene. He replied in an authoritative tone, putting an abrupt end to any discussion.

Charlie, silent observer of this scene, felt a mixture of relief and incomprehension at Taku's enigmatic attitude. Her grateful gaze rested on him, knowing that he had played a crucial role in calming the situation. Yet, despite this gratitude, she could not help but wonder about the hidden motivations of the mysterious demon, wondering what this pact constituted.

Alastor, although disappointed by the interruption to what could have been an exciting fight, narrowed his eyes warily, bracing himself for any unforeseen events.

- Where is Lady ( y/n ) ? He asked in a calm but firm voice.

The fishermen exchanged uncertain looks before one of them responded in a hesitant voice :

- She is on the top floor, in her tea room, Mr. Taku. She said no one should come and bother her, except you, of course. She is waiting for you.

Nodding, he resumed walking with a determined step, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

- We should continue so that you can leave as soon as possible. He stated in a calm but commanding voice, prompting Alastor and Charlie to follow him.

The five sinners followed closely behind them, their weapons always ready, keeping a watchful eye on the two strangers. Despite their threatening attitude, Alastor, for his part, still wore his eternal smile, taunting the sinners with undisguised amusement.

Meanwhile, Charlie watched the sinners curiously, noticing how happy they seemed in this environment. However, her thoughts were interrupted when she overheard a conversation between two sinners that made her frown.

- You should smile, you know. One of the sinners whispered to the other, his tone laced with a strange mix of gentleness and menace. We don't want to add to Lady's ( y/n ) suffering.

This remark sent chills down Charlie's spine, and he felt a ball of anxiety forming in his stomach.

Taku moved forward without worrying about the tension that reigned around them.

- We should hurry. He declared in a calm but determined voice, prompting the group to pick up their pace.

After walking through the beautiful garden that led them to a secluded building, Taku opened the door and Charlie and Alastor entered with him, leaving the five sinners outside. They advanced through the corridors, following Taku who seemed to know the way by heart.

They finally found themselves in front of an imposing wooden door, whose solid stature seemed to announce the grandeur of the being who resided behind. Taku, with a measured gesture, knocked gently on the wood, thus announcing his presence.

For Charlie, this moment was filled with palpable tension. Her mind repeated the words of her prepared speech, while she mentally prepared herself to face the conundrum that awaited them on the other side. She tried to draw on her determination, ready to defend her beliefs in the face of this mysterious figure.

For his part, Alastor quickly adjusted his outfit and stood up straight, confident, his teasing gaze barely hiding the growing anticipation building within him. He nevertheless approached Charlie, to whisper in his ear with a mixture of seriousness and mischief :

- Be careful of your attitude and your words once inside, my dear. The person we are going to meet is not easily impressed and does not take himself for just anyone.

Charlie nodded silently, appreciating Alastor's caution and advice. Although she felt nervous, she found some comfort in his presence, knowing that he was there to support her in this crucial meeting.

Crossing her fingers that she succeeds.

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Author's note : Here's the first part ! I had to split it in two because otherwise it would have been too long for you, exceeding 7,000 words. Tell me what you think in the comments, see you next time.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel fanart #vivziepop #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x you #alastor x y/n

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burningstrangerkingdom · 9 months

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Jealousy

Charles Leclerc x reader Summary: It's not that easy to date one of the most handsome faces in the world. Notes: Based on the song Pienso en tu mirá - Rosalia

Jealousy was not in your nature for the simple reason that you had researched too much about it, as well as to understand that this feeling is the first step needed to transform a beautiful relationship into a toxic and inhospitable environment, you had read it in various sources and had reinforced it through the experiences of your friends.

Even so, and although you gave everything of yourself to avoid it, a terrible feeling of fear flooded your being every time Charles walked out the door, fortunately for you the gesture you made to want to hold him a few more moments before leaving, far from seeming invasive she found it adorable.

Once again, Charles left his apartment, this time heading towards the golf course where his brothers, Pierre and Joris were already waiting for him to spend a relaxing afternoon with the boys.

"See you later, chérie", he said goodbye, leaving a small kiss on your lips.

As usual, you joined hands when he kissed you and, as usual, when you had to separate for him to continue on his way, you hesitaded letting him go.

"What's wrong, mon cour?" He said with a little smile.

"About what?" You ask, pretending you don't understand what he meant.

"This", he pointed to your index finger still clinging to the palm of his left hand.

"Nah, it's just silly", you gave him a reassuring smile that didn't serve it's purpose.

"No, it's not silly, it must mean something, and I'm not complaining. I really like feeling your love, but it's something I've been noticing a lot lately and I want you to know that you can tell me anything."

"I don't want you to be late for the boys, you go with them and when you return I'll tell you", trying to distract him you started to play with the rings on his fingers.

He pretended to think about it but he turned around and sat on the sofa making you sit on him, "Don't leave me wondering, Y/N, tell me please", he said now more seriously and the look on his eyes gave you no choice but to speak your mind right away, those gorgeous eyes always did their trick on you.

You let out a breath and whispered "I'm scared, Charles."

Suddenly the smile on his face faded and his place was taken by a frown of concern. "Scared of what, Y/N?"

With your eyes closed, you let out another sigh and then looked directly into his eyes as you placed one of your hands on his heart and the other intertwined with his fingers, "That one of the times you go out you don't come back to me, Charles. I'm afraid of the effect that your angelic appearance causes on others, and don't get me wrong, I don't intend to lock you up by my side forever and I love your independence, it's not that I doubt the love you have for me… it's just that all these feelings are so new to me, I've never experienced them with anyone else."

Your eyes were glossy as you let out those overwhelmed thoughts that rounded on your mind, "I'm jealous, Charles, a kind of jealousy that comes more from envy of everyone and everything, of people who see you from afar even when you walk together me, the water that runs through your body even when we take showers together, the fraction of a second in which a morning craving takes over your mind, everything, Charles. Even if I try to limit myself, I can't help but want to be everything to you , and I'm afraid that maybe this will make you walk away from me forever."

He listened attentively to those thoughts and feelings that torment you and, by the time you completely removed them from your chest, he raised your clasped hands and deposited a series of kisses on your knuckles.

"I understand what you're saying, mon âme", your hopeful gaze looked at him more intensely, "I understand you because I feel that way about you too, it's just that I'm not good enough to put it into words just like you just did, so I thank you for translating my mind and for loving me the same way that I love you… And I want you to know that there is nothing wrong with feeling as intensely as we both do, I know that right now society seeks to balance everything it can to make it more pragmatic, but we are talking about feelings, our feelings. And for me it is important that you know that in our relationship we can be ourselves, we do not have to limit ourselves in any way."

At the end of their confessions, you both had tears running down your cheeks, however, none of you rushed to get rid of them as had happened on previous occasions, since this time those tears would not come from negative feelings but from an excess of love that flooded your hearts. seeing its opportunity to come out in watery form.

"I love you so much Charles Marc Hervé Leclerc".

He poured all his love for you in a breathtaking kiss that made you feel the purest places of his soul.

"I love you so much Y/N".

Thank you so much for reading, any kind of interaction is highly apreciated

#f1 x reader #f1 fluff #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #formula 1 x you #f1 imagines #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x y/n

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scyllas-revenge · 1 year

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A Shield Against the Snow

yet another only one bed scenario, because I’m obsessed with them

Boromir/Reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 1,472

Rating: T

Here’s my next installment of How to Cope with a Middle Earth Bed Shortage, this time with our beloved Boromir! (previous chapters include Eomer/Reader and Legolas/Reader).

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“We’ll have to share.”

Boromir turned to look at you incredulously as you held your bedroll out to him, and for a moment you feared that your suppressed longing had revealed itself in your shaking voice. But your whole body was shaking with cold as it was, and it seemed you were safe.

“It’s our only option,” you added weakly.

Boromir had lost half his supplies in the snow hours earlier, nearly tumbling into a ravine in the treacherous climb up Caradhras. The two of you had gone scouting ahead for a safer path, but were now facing a night in a snowstorm alone, lost, freezing, and with a single bedroll between you.

“Nonsense.” He turned away, looking irritated. “Go to sleep, and I will keep watch.”

“Keep watch for what?” You gestured to the forest of boulders and ice, ominous in the dying evening light. Too inhospitable even for a campfire. “There’s nothing out here but snow.”

Boromir pulled his cloak tighter around himself and didn’t answer.

“If you’re not going to sleep, we might as well keep walking,” you went on, raising your voice over the biting wind. “We might be able to catch up with the Fellowship by dawn.”

“So late, and in this blizzard? The sun is setting, and soon we will be utterly blind!”

You jabbed a gloved finger at him in triumph. “Then how do you expect to keep watch?”

“I—” But you had bested him, and he scowled. “Just go to sleep.”

“You’re being ridiculous!”

“The Men of Gondor can outlast a little snow.”

“Boromir, you’ll freeze—”

“I cannot share your bed!” He was breathing hard. “I cannot. I beg you, do not ask me again.”

You had expected a show of protest—Boromir always was a stickler for propriety—but the vehemence of his refusal stung. All these weeks the Fellowship had traveled together, he had never spoken so coldly to you. Always he had been kind, warm, talkative, seeking to walk by your side or offer you extra food at mealtimes. There had even been moments when his hand had rested on your shoulder, his eyes fairly glowing with what you had thought—what you had hoped was…

“I thought you were more practical than this.” Bitterness sharpened your voice to a swordpoint. “Would you truly rather freeze than lie beside me for a night? Just to stay warm?”

“Yes.”

He may as well have slapped you. Valar, he hadn’t even hesitated. But the shock of pain subsided quickly, fury taking its place. “Yes?” You stormed toward him, the bedroll shaking in your gloved fists. But the snow had frozen slick on the rocks at your feet, and Boromir’s hand darted out to steady you as you slipped.

Your eyes locked. He was all tension, jaw clenched, fingers tightening on your arm. Something desperate warred behind his eyes.

“Yes?” The word ghosted from your lips in a puff of white, a furious challenge.

“Yes.” His grip tightened, tightened, nearly painful. “For your warmth would burn me.”

“What?”

His breath billowed out in uneven clouds before him, anguish roughening his voice. “To lie beside you, to feel you pressed against me all through the night, to feign indifference all the while—” He released you and stepped away, shaking his head. “It would destroy me utterly.”

You stopped feeling the cold at once.

Boromir must have seen the shock in your eyes and stepped back again. “Forgive me. I had hardly wished to burden you with my desires, least of all now, here.”

“Desires? But how—how long have you…”

He lowered his eyes. “You will think me a barbarian, for I have wished to share your bed since first we met. Though I admit, I had imagined rather different circumstances than this. I am sorry to bring you discomfort,” he added, misreading your stunned silence. “Sorrier still to threaten our friendship. But you understand now why you must sleep alone.”

The bitter wind whipped at Boromir’s hair. Squaring his shoulders against the cold, he turned away into the darkness to begin his watch.

“Wait.” You shook your head breathlessly, finding your voice at last. “No. Share with me. Please.”

You set down your bedroll in the shelter of a little rocky outcropping, in as much shelter as could be found from the wind, and turned back to him.

But the desire in your voice had been lost in the freezing wind. “I cannot…” His mouth moved, but no sound came out. Misery twisted his features, and he stepped back once more.

You came to him instead, reaching out a gloved hand to sweep the snow from his broad shoulders, your fingers lingering on his collar in a gesture he couldn’t possibly misunderstand. “It’s so cold, Boromir,” you whispered. “Let me keep you warm.”

A shudder ran the length of his body, and he pulled you into his arms so urgently that he stumbled in the snow, gathering you to his chest with a breathless laugh. “Yes,” was all he managed to say. “Yes, love.”

And you kissed him.

Boromir’s lips were cold and chapped, but so were yours, and it was a sweeter kiss by far than any you'd conjured up during your long journey together. You melted into his embrace, heedless of the wind biting at your skin, and you clung to each other tighter even than the snow clung to your hair and cloaks.

Already you were warmer than you’d been in weeks. That wasn’t saying much, of course, considering how long the Fellowship had been hiking in the snow. And while Boromir’s mouth was invitingly warm, you felt no heat from his gloved hands, nor the snow-encrusted cloaks and furs between your bodies.

You shivered in his arms. Without speaking, you both trudged, still clinging to one another, to your bedroll, climbing hurriedly inside and draping your snow-encrusted coats and cloaks over the covers for extra warmth. It was more cramped than you’d anticipated, but you found you didn’t mind. The length of Boromir’s body was pressed tight to yours, and you grinned, nuzzling even closer to him.

Boromir wrapped his arms around you, drawing the covers as far over your heads as you could to shelter you from the wind. And without wasting a moment he slanted his lips over yours again, his fingers carding through your hair. He still wore his bulky gloves, making the gesture more uncomfortable than romantic. You laughed fondly and drew away.

“Let me.” You untangled your hair from his glove and took his hands in yours. Inch by inch you slipped the worn leather from his fingers, first one hand and then the other. His eyes were locked on your movements, his breath hushed.

You removed your own gloves next, and the warmth of his bare skin against yours was more welcome than a roaring fire. You gathered his fingers in your smaller ones, heating them against your lips with a long breath. Gently, you massaged his heavy palms, his calloused fingers, his broad fingertips.

“Had I known what sharing a bed with you would be like,” Boromir whispered, eyes slipping shut contentedly, “I would have mislaid my bedroll days ago.”

You laughed, withdrawing one hand slowly to trace the side of his face with your fingertips—the unkempt beard, the weathered skin, the little lines at the sides of his mouth where his smile widened. You had never touched his face before, and you wondered how you’d managed to go so long without doing so.

Boromir mirrored your gesture, cupping your face in his hand. With his other he propped himself above you—protecting you from the worst of the elements even now—and kissed you as though he’d been thinking of nothing else all those weeks you’d traveled together.

He drew away only to press a kiss below your ear, his lips parting hot against your racing pulse. You gasped, arching into him—and the covers above you shifted, sending a flurry of snowflakes cascading into your faces.

The next minutes were spent spluttering, coughing, shivering, knocking knees and elbows as you hurried to readjust the blankets above your heads.

Peace fell again at last, and your breathing calmed.

The wind was quieter now, as though it regretted its former cruelty, and the sun was nearly gone—Boromir’s face was little more than a warm silhouette under the blankets.

“Is this better?” you whispered, the last of the snow finally brushed away.

Boromir swept a strand of your now-mussed hair from your forehead. “No. I wish I could feel more of you tonight.” His voice was soft, the words ghosting warm over your lips.

“So do I.” Your fingers played at the hem of his tunic. “Perhaps, if we were very careful…”

For a moment he looked tempted, but you both knew it was a foolish idea, and he drew your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “There will be time for that later, my love. I would hardly have you freeze to death now.”

“No, nor I you.”

He laughed softly. “You return my affection, dearest—how could anything harm me now?”

#boromir #boromir x reader #lotr fanfic #tolkien fanfic #only one bed #is this just a bunch of cliches glued together with commas and em-dashes?#yes it is but i stand by it #god i hope these only one bed scenarios aren't getting old #i mean that won't stop me but still

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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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nìwan

nìwan [nɪ.ˈwan] adv. secretly, in hiding, by hiding

You're a human, born and raised on Pandora, torn between two worlds. To make things even worse, you're head over heels for Neteyam Sully. To make things more complicated, your parents have a secret.

One thing about me, is I'm gonna make a happy ending convenient and within grasp during my stories!

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'Meaningless' wasn't exactly the right word you would use, to describe your life. But it felt... close.

Maybe complicated was a better one, or confusing, or even misplaced. You were a human, conceived an born to scientists on Pandora, a planet that was naturally inhospitable to your species.

Still, you had done your best to be compliant and out of the way. You kept your head down and learned, all about Pandora and Earth, just in case you ever had to return.

This life was all you had ever known, but at nearly 19 years old, you were just fully grasping how out of place you and everyone else like you truly were here on this planet.

Growing up inside of a science lab, needing a mask to breathe the air on the planet you'd been born on, was not normal, and it certainly wasn't good for your psyche.

Fortunately, your parents had predicted this exactly scenario might happen, and they'd done something that had almost gotten you exiled from the human base.

They had used the last of the materials available to create an avatar for you, when you were three years old. That meant, very soon, your avatar would be mature and ready for use.

It also meant that almost every other human in that base hated your parents, but surprisingly, they didn't blame you. After all, you were in the womb when they'd began their betrayal - and there wasn't anything they could do about it now, since they weren't willing to destroy such a valuable asset, nor were they willing to let it go to waste. After all, avatars only work when paired with the DNA of the person they're meant for.

So, they had to agree to let your parents maintain it, and allow you to use it once it was ready.

That was tomorrow. Tomorrow, you would step outside the lab without a mask, and breathe the air on the planet you called home for the first time.

But first, tonight, you had a date.

Neteyam approached the lab, practically vibrating with excitement and nervousness. He had asked you to do this on a whim, and hadn't even thought for sure that you would say yes. He was shocked when you eagerly agreed, and proposed a movie - something he wasn't totally familiar with, but had heard of.

He greeted the various scientists around as he entered, and made his way back through living quarters until he reached yours. Up until recently, you'd had to share with your parents, but since your birthday, you'd been on your own.

He knocked on the door, and you wrenched it open with a creak that showed just how old and decrepit this base was getting.

"Neteyam!" you greeted him excitedly, and his nerves began to melt away with the first look at that smile on your face. He ducked through the doorway, entering your room where his head scraped across the ceiling. "I have popcorn." You thrust a large metal bowl towards him, and his hands dwarfed it.

"Great," he replied. "What're we watching?"

"Titanic," you replied. "It's really old, like, from the 1900s. But it's so good."

He showed you the cover, and he noted that it was obviously a romance. That had to mean something, right?

Past her bed, pushed into the corner, was a large screen built into the wall. On the floor, she'd strewn what looked like dozens of blankets and pillows, making a nest large enough for Neteyam to fit on, and possibly three of Y/N.

"Before we watch it I, uh, I should tell you something. And it's kind of big. I think you're going to be mad I never told you before."

She sat down on the nest of pillows and blankets, crossing her legs under her, so Neteyam, joined, his nerves returning. He sat before her, crossing his legs, and could not help but notice their size difference once more.

Though Y/N was tall for her species, still was still over three feet shorter than Neteyam, not even coming up to his chest when they stood.

It certainly made it difficult, every time he wanted to touch her, which was often.

Only his sister, Kiri, knew how he felt and accepted it. No one else would understand or approve of him wanting a human for his mate. After all, it would be impossible. Where would they live? How could they make a life together?

He tried to push those thoughts away. Maybe once Y/N knew how he felt, they could find a solution, together.

"What is it, Y/N? You can tell me."

Your heart was racing in your chest. You didn't know why you'd put off telling Neteyam for so long. It was good news, wasn't it? Tomorrow, you could spend time together in his world, really, not trailing behind him with a mask stuck to your face.

The reaction to this news had always been so negative... you were just nervous to share it, no matter who with.

"Before I was born, my parents knew that life would be really hard for me here, and they had chosen to stay, but felt bad about making that choice for me, especially with how... how hard it is for humans here."

Neteyam was staring at me more seriously than he ever had, nodding along as I spoke.

"So they did something they probably shouldn't have and they created, um, an avatar for me. Like, like Grace or your dad, before Ewya gave him his new life."

Neteyam''s mouth fell open, and I waited for him to say something, but he didn't.

"It will be ready for me to, uh, use, tomorrow. It will be my first test run and, I didn't tell you because what my parents did was actually like, really not cool. They pissed everyone here off. That's why people don't talk to them, or me, really. But, um, tomorrow I can... I can walk out of here, with no mask on and, I can run and keep up with you, and experience the world how you do. Finally."

Finally, Neteyam spoke. "You would spend tomorrow with me, then?"

"Well, yeah. Of course. I... if you're not mad."

Neteyam's serious expression melted away into an ear to ear grin. "Why would I be mad when you're telling me the best news I've ever heard?"

With that gleeful sentence, you felt all the tension you'd been carrying around for years slip away.

Everyone in this building could hate you, if Neteyam still liked you.

You jumped up - and, truly, it was far up - to wrap your arms around his enormous shoulders, practically hanging off of him. His arms found their way quickly around your small back, pressing you to him.

"I'm so glad you aren't mad. I'm so scared about tomorrow," you whispered into his ear as he held you. "I was hoping you would be there, when I woke up."

You pulled away, leaving enough space for Neteyam to bring his hand to cover his heart. "I would be honored, to be there for you tomorrow. You can ride with me! And come to Home Tree for the evening meal. Lo'ak and Kiri are going to be so excited too, and Tuk!"

The smile on your face was the widest you had ever worn.

"I'm so happy, Neteyam," you said, and realized you were starting to cry, while still sitting in his lap. "I've felt so out of place, ever since I can remember. I think tomorrow, I'll finally feel like I belong."

Neteyam brought his fingers up, carefully brushing my tears away. "You have always belonged, Y/N. To me, anyway."

You could not help but tease. "I belong to you?"

Neteyam looked away, a little embarrassed. "I mean, no, well - would you like to?"

Your back stiffened as he turned back to you, his eyes wide and earnest.

"Y/N, I'm sure you know how I feel. And it always seemed like, you know, it couldn't possibly work out but now... maybe it can."

You furrowed your brow. "How you feel? About me?"

His hands were around your waist again, engulfing it. "I am in love with you. In this body, your human body. I will love you tomorrow in your second form just as much."

The tears returned, and you reached up to run your hand from his temple down to his chin.

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to each corner of his mouth. "I'd like to kiss you properly, but I think we'll have to wait until tomorrow," you said with a small smile. Neteyam was unmistakably blushing.

"I love you too, Neteyam."

You would watch Titanic another time, you agreed. That night, you had too much to talk about.

Waking up in a lab was disorienting, and for a moment, you forgot where you were.

"Hello, Y/N," your mother said, smiling down at you. "Lay still. Give yourself a moment."

Of course, you remembered. You were in a new body. An avatar. Almost Na'vi, no longer human. Still in-between but a step in the right direction.

After a few moments of monitoring, your parents allowed you to sit up, and you gasped at how far above them you were.

"Are you okay?" your father asked, panicked, and you burst out in laughter.

"You're so small!" you said, and they had to laugh, too.

They ran you through a battery of tests, and finally allowed you to stand up and walk around a little. After what felt like an eternity, they escorted you out of the lab, after giving you a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to wear.

Your body felt foreign but also, familiar. It was everything else around you that looked different. Inside the lab, everything was too small.

Once you stepped outside, everything fell right into place.

You took a deep breath once the hair hit your lungs, and exhaled. This felt right.

"Y/N!"

Neteyam was there waiting, just as he said he would be, with Kiri at his side.

"Wow!" Kiri exclaimed, and the two of them ran to you.

It was unbelievable, to be Kiri's height, nearly as tall as Neteyam. Kiri wrapped you in a hug first, the first you'd had from one of them that didn't feel awkward, and you felt like crying again.

"Don't go too far - and Kiri, please get her something to eat," your father said, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop you from exploring today.

"Yes, sir!" Kiri said, and the two of you smiled at each other. "There's some fruit right over there - let me go pick it!" Kiri danced away, leaving you with Neteyam as your parents returned to the lab.

"Well, what do you think?" you asked. Your avatar looked like you, she had your eyes, your mouth, and your general shape but... she was more. She was over 8 ft tall, with a flatter chest than you had, a smaller waist, and wider hips. She was, of course, blue as hell. It was you, but really, it wasn't.

"You look beautiful," Neteyam reached up, touching the coarse black hair that fell around your shoulders. Most women of his tribe kept theirs in braids, and you wondered if they would be willing to do that for you. "I see you, Y/N, in this body. The shape of your eyes, and your lips, and your smile is still you. I told you I would love you in this form, and I do."

"More, though? Than my real body?"

Neteyam stepped forward, shaking his head. "There can be no more or less. You are you, in here, no matter your form." He put his hand on my chest, just above my heart, and I wondered if he could feel how fast it was beating.

"I would like to kiss you now," you said quietly, and surveyed the area.

"Kiri is not looking for fruit," Neteyam said, with a clever little smile. "I would like for you to kiss me, too."

So you did, your lips colliding gently, and you fit perfectly together, your forms meant for each other now.

You weren't sure how his family would react, or what would happen in the future, but you knew in this moment, you would do whatever it took to stay a part of Neteyam Sully's world.

#neteyam #neteyam x reader #avatar 2 #avatar twow #neteyam fic

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deakyjoe · 1 year

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Sultry Sunsets

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no pronouns, use of “cyar’ika”)

Category: established relationship, fluff

Summary: Din takes you to see the most stunning sunset in the galaxy.

Warnings: none really, just fluff, mentions of conflict/pollution

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: This idea has been running around inside my head for literal months and I never did anything with it. Until now. Got in my feels about Din and blasted this out in an hour or two. Hope you enjoy!

Consider buying me a coffee :)

"Why won't you tell me where we're going?" You asked Din again as you collapsed into the passenger seat in the cockpit.

"Cyar'ika..." He sighed, tossing you a glance over his shoulder through the visor on his helmet. "I told you, it's a surprise."

"And I told you that I hate surprises." You whined, leaning forward and sticking your bottom lip out in the biggest pout you could muster.

"You'll like this one, I promise." He insisted, adjusting the speed of the Crest as you descended towards your destination.

It wasn't a planet you could recognise from just the sight of the surface, so it was unlikely you'd been there many times before if at all. The planet appeared rather pretty from a distance. There were many sweeping landscapes, several patches of greenery, what looked like a very large body of water and very little city space.

"What's the population?" You questioned, standing up to look out of the window from behind Din. "It looks empty."

"It is. Almost." His voice was low, husky, as he replied. "Only a small group of settlers on the far side. Those small cities are abandoned. It's nearly inhospitable."

"But the settlers- and it looks beautiful. And safe. So many plants and water." You were very confused.

"Exactly. The plants and water are impossible to control. Overtook the cities in a matter of weeks." Din replied gruffly, pointing back at your chair to indicate for you to sit back down as you landed.

"Oh. Then why are we here?" You were even more perplexed. It couldn't be a bounty or someone with information, as he'd said it was a surprise.

"Patience, cyar'ika. It'll be worth it."

"Okay." You huffed and decided to remain silent for the rest of the journey.

Din seemed to appreciate the silence as he joined you in being quiet, as he tended to do anyway, and manoeuvered the ship to land safely. With only a few clunks and clangs from the hull where cargo had not been stored properly. You winced in the hope that your Mandalorian pilot didn't hear it as it was supposed to be your job to check that all cargo was in its correct positioning.

Luckily, he said nothing until the engines were switched off.

"Let's go."

You jumped up out of your chair, without a word, and followed him out of the cockpit and eventually out of the hull until your boots were sinking into soft grass. The air around you smelled of dirt, salt water and sunshine. The exact kind of scents you rarely got in their purest form in this galaxy. You were used to the polluted atmospheres of urbanised planets and the smoke produced from constant conflicts. This was new. And exciting. Almost... invigorating.

"Din, this- this is incredible!" You gasped, whirling around to look up at him. You felt so alive in a place like this, unable to contain your joy as you smiled up at your companion.

"I thought you'd like it." The smile in his voice was evident. "Come on, there's more."

"More?" You exclaimed, taking his outstretched gloved hand as he offered it to you. "How can there be more than this?"

"Oh, there is so much more." He led you in the direction of going deeper into the forest, leaving the Razor Crest behind you.

"There's one thing I want to show you." He supplied as a vague explanation.

You said nothing more as you allowed him to drag you along. He seemed to be in a hurry, pace rushed as if he didn't want to miss something. And, judging by the position of the moons in the sky, you figured it would be getting dark soon so he probably didn't want you walking around in a pitch black forest that was unknown with no lights to guide you. Or maybe what he wanted to show you needed daylight to be seen in its best capacity.

Whatever it was, you didn't ask anymore questions. You just smiled at the back of his head and giggled when he caught you as you stumbled over a tree root protruding from the ground.

"Careful, cyar'ika." He warned, opting to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you balanced as you apparently couldn't do that for yourself.

You just sent him an apologetic look.

And when you abruptly stopped as the forest ended on the edge of a cliff, you could say nothing. All words escaped you and left you speechless at the view.

"I-" You attempted something, anything, to express how absolutely gorgeous this was but the words got clogged in your throat as you choked up and tears welled in your eyes. It was unbelievable.

"Breathtaking, isn't it?" Din offered for you, taking a quick glance your way to gauge your reaction. He seemed pleased with what he saw as he let out a small hum of satisfaction that rumbled in his chest and through the modulator.

"Yes." You responded breathlessly, his description really was accurate. "Why are we here?"

You still didn't know why he'd brought you here. It was pretty, yes, but Din didn't seem like the type of person to take you places just for the view.

"Because it's beautiful." He whispered and then paused as you gave a single nod of agreement. "And you've shown me how beautiful life can be. So I want to share other beautiful things with you. This being just the first."

The tears that had been building up behind your eyelids finally started to fall at that confession, a lump rising in your throat. The sentimentality and the meaning was not lost on you. Far from it actually.

"Oh, Din..." You looked up at your Mandalorian. "Well, this is one amazing way of starting that."

The laugh you let out was shaky and watery but you were delighted when his chest moved up and down in a chuckle and the modulator rattled with the semblance of a laugh.

"It has barely started, cyar'ika. Just wait for the sunset. Any minute now." He gestured out at the skyline where the sun was indeed about to begin disappearing.

So, this is what he was hurrying for.

You said nothing as he moved to stand behind you, the seal of his helmet hissing and then landing on the mossy floor with a dull thud. You continued to stay hushed as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind and his chin rested on your shoulder, nose pressing into your neck for a second and the hair of his beard scratching against your cheek in the best way.

And when the sky was suddenly painted in streaks of pinks, oranges and the softest of purples... you were unable to say anything. Once again, you were left with no words that were capable of explaining what you were seeing or how it was making you feel. You just sighed in content, letting one of your hands rest on Din's and allowing the other to curl up and around to slide them through his hair.

"We can stay for a few days. Explore a little, if you'd like." He mumbled into the skin of your neck and planted a kiss there.

"I'd love to." You replied, tilting your head to give him better access.

"Good." He exhaled heavily against you and relaxed, perfectly happy to spend this short piece of what felt like forever with you and only you.

"I'd love to." You replied, tilting your head to give him better access.

"Good." He exhaled heavily against you and relaxed, perfectly happy to spend this short piece of what felt like forever with you and only you.

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Melody of the Radio Demon

Alastor x Reader

The descent into Hell was not marked by fire and brimstone as one might expect, but by an eerie silence that settled like a suffocating blanket over the landscape. As you crossed the threshold from the mortal realm into the infernal abyss, a chill crept into your bones, a sensation that seemed to seep from the very ground beneath your feet.

The transition was gradual, almost imperceptible at first. The world around you blurred and shifted, colours bleeding into one another until all that remained was a monochromatic haze. The air grew thick with a heavy, cloying scent, like the musk of decay mingled with the acrid tang of sulphur.

And then, with a jolt that sent shivers down your spine, you found yourself standing on the banks of a river of molten lava, its fiery currents snaking their way through the barren wasteland like serpents in search of prey. The ground beneath your feet trembled with each step, a constant reminder of the tumultuous nature of the realm you now found yourself in.

As you surveyed your surroundings, a sense of dread washed over you like a tidal wave. The landscape was desolate and inhospitable, a twisted mockery of the world you once knew. Jagged rocks jutted from the ground like the shattered remnants of some ancient civilization, their sharp edges gleaming in the dim light of the crimson sky.

The gates of Hell rose like colossal sentinels, their twisted spires scraping the blood-red sky, while the sulfurous stench thickened the air, a tangible reminder of the realm's infernal nature. As you crossed the threshold, the ground beneath your feet felt unnervingly solid yet volatile, as if the very earth were writhing in torment. The cacophony of wails and screams echoed in the distance, a haunting symphony that reverberated through your bones.

Each step forward felt like a descent into madness, the landscape unfolding before you in all its grotesque grandeur. Jagged rocks jutted from the ground like the shattered remnants of some ancient civilization, while rivers of molten lava snaked their way through the barren wasteland, casting an eerie glow upon the desolate terrain.

Amidst the chaos, the Hazbin Hotel stood as a beacon of defiance, its grand façade a stark contrast to the surrounding gloom. Its ornate architecture spoke of a bygone era, a time when elegance and opulence reigned supreme. But here, in the heart of Hell, it stood as a refuge for lost souls, a sanctuary where sinners sought redemption.

As you approached the hotel, a towering figure emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he purred, his voice dripping with honeyed venom. "A lost soul seeking refuge in my humble abode?"

You swallowed hard, the weight of his gaze bearing down on you like a leaden shroud. "I... I suppose so," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

The demon's grin widened, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. "No need to be shy, my dear," he chuckled. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, where every sinner has a second chance at redemption... or so they say."

With a flourish of his hand, the demon gestured for you to follow him inside, the doors creaking open to reveal the bustling interior of the hotel. As you stepped across the threshold, you were greeted by a whirlwind of activity – demons of all shapes and sizes going about their business with reckless abandon.

The lobby was a symphony of chaos, the air filled with the sounds of laughter, music, and the occasional scuffle. Demons lounged on plush couches, sipping cocktails and engaging in animated conversation, while others darted to and fro, their eyes alight with mischief and mayhem.

You couldn't help but marvel at the sight, the vibrant energy of the hotel filling you with a sense of hope you hadn't felt in ages. Perhaps, just perhaps, this place could offer you the fresh start you so desperately craved.

Lost in thought, you barely noticed the demon leading you through the crowded lobby, his voice fading into the background as you took in your surroundings. It wasn't until he spoke again that you snapped back to reality, his words pulling you from your reverie.

"Well, my dear, it seems you've arrived just in time for the show," he chuckled, his grin widening as he gestured towards the stage at the center of the room. "Care to join me for a little entertainment?"

You hesitated for a moment, uncertainty gnawing at the edges of your mind. But as you glanced around the bustling lobby, the infectious energy of the hotel washing over you like a tidal wave, you knew that this was where you belonged.

With a nod and a smile, you followed the demon towards the stage, eager to see what other surprises awaited you in this strange new world called Hell.

The demon led you through the maze of tables and chairs, his every movement graceful yet predatory. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease in his presence, a primal instinct warning you of the danger that lurked beneath his charming facade.

As you approached the stage, the sounds of laughter and conversation faded into the background, replaced by the soft strains of a melancholy melody. The spotlight illuminated the figure standing at the center of the stage, a lone demon with a violin cradled against his chest.

He was unlike any demon you had ever seen – tall and slender, with a shock of fiery red hair and eyes that burned with an otherworldly intensity. His features were sharp and angular, his every movement exuding a sense of power and authority.

But it was the music that truly captivated you, its haunting melody weaving its way through the air like a siren's song. It spoke of pain and longing, of a world lost to darkness and despair. And yet, beneath the melancholy notes, there was a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light in the midst of the abyss.

You found yourself drawn to the stage, unable to tear your eyes away from the enigmatic figure before you. It was as if he were speaking directly to your soul, reaching out across the vast expanse of eternity to touch something deep within you.

As the final notes of the melody faded into silence, the demon lowered his violin, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he mused, his voice smooth as silk. "A new face in the crowd, perhaps?"

You nodded, your throat tight with emotion. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I was just..."

The demon waved away your apology with a dismissive gesture. "Nonsense, my dear. You're more than welcome here," he said, his smile sending a shiver down your spine. "In fact, I daresay you might just be the most interesting thing to happen to this place in quite some time."

You blinked in surprise, unsure of how to respond to his cryptic words. But before you could say anything, a commotion erupted from the back of the room, drawing your attention away from the demon on stage.

A group of demons had gathered around a table, their voices raised in heated argument as they gestured wildly at each other. You couldn't make out what they were saying, but the tension in the air was palpable, a storm brewing on the horizon.

Without thinking, you found yourself edging closer to the fray, a sense of curiosity overriding your better judgment. But before you could get too close, a firm hand closed around your wrist, pulling you back from the edge of danger.

You turned to see the demon from the stage standing beside you, his eyes narrowed in concern. "Best not to get involved in that particular... altercation," he said, his tone laced with amusement. "Things tend to get rather... messy around here."

You nodded, grateful for his intervention. "Thank you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

The demon smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Think nothing of it, my dear. After all, what are friends for?"

And with that enigmatic remark, he turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing alone in the midst of the chaos.

As you watched him go, a sense of unease settled over you, a nagging feeling that there was more to this demon than met the eye. But try as you might, you couldn't shake the feeling that your fates were somehow intertwined, bound together by the invisible threads of destiny.

With a sigh, you turned and made your way back to the safety of the sidelines, eager to put the events of the evening behind you. But deep down, you knew that this was only the beginning of your journey into the heart of darkness, a journey that would test your courage, your strength, and your very soul.

And as you gazed out into the sea of faces, each one a testament to the sins of humanity, you couldn't help but wonder what other secrets this strange new world called Hell held in store.

#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #fanfic #radio demon #x reader

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Rewatching bits and pieces of Destiny 1 Year 1 campaign and thoughts occurred during the introduction of the Sovs. Everything looks a bit run down, and the Uldren's armor is a far cry from the fancy duds he had in D2. Do we know if the Dreaming City already existed at this point, or is their anything in the background talking about how this was some kind of deception/bluff to hide the Awoken's capabilities from the Vanguard?

The Dreaming City was made fairly early on, so it existed at the time, just hidden. It was mostly hidden because it's a sort of sacred place to the Awoken, but also because it was Riven's prison as well. The run down vibe of the Reef is definitely a part of the whole secrecy that Mara always projects; it's best if no one knows everything the Awoken have at their disposal, especially as they were coming closer to the confrontation with Oryx.

Also consider that the Reef was the first home of the Awoken as they returned from the Distributary. They made it with what little they had in terms of technology, in an inhospitable and barren place. The vibe definitely reflects that as well, life in near vacuum on asteroids and debris. The construction of a settlement began right away as soon as they got to the Reef, so the place is old:

Mara calls a caucus of elected representatives in the Sacred Fire, one of the largest hulks in the reef of derelicts. The Fire was built to support habitat construction on 4 Vesta, where Mara hopes to one day anchor the entire flotilla and set down roots—but the hopeful, fearful faces before her make Mara afraid that it'll never happen.

The early Awoken settlements are all around or near the asteroid Vesta, with the Vestian Outpost being a sort of a port of entry to the rest of the Awoken space. The Dreaming City must've been constructed on or partially from Vesta, due to the location names; Rheasilvia is a crater on Vesta, and Divalian Mists is named after another feature on the asteroid (irl!)

Here's Mara telling Uldren to go find her something that will help her make a proper city, so that her people can live on something more than just the debris and asteroid space of Vesta (this also hints at the secrecy of it all, as she specified needing a power no one would know about after Uldren suggested that making one city would be a vulnerability):

"Brother," she said, "never again can I allow my people to be divided. We must offer them more than shielding ice and cold habitat cylinders and the warrens of Vesta. We must make a culture, a thread that binds us all in pride and wonder at the mystery of ourselves. Nowhere does culture flourish better than in a city." "Gather in one place," Uldren warned her, "and you make yourself a target." Mara had considered this, and found an answer. "Go forth and find me a power unknown to all the other powers of this world. Return it to me, and I shall make of it the cornerstone of my new city, where the Awoken shall dream of all they have been and all that is yet to come."

He returns with Riven! This is shortly after the Awoken were divided into Reefborn and Earthborn. It's not super clear when this is all happening, but it's relatively early after their return from the Distributary and definitely long before the events of the first game. A sort of rough timeline of events is mentioned here, if it can be trusted:

Later would come Eris Morn, Osiris, Toland, and all the other accessories of the majestic suicide. Later would come the Reef's tentative entanglements with Vex and Cabal, Fallen and Hive, and the fateful decision to intervene when the House of Wolves turned Earthward to conquer the Last Human City. Later, there would be stories here untold, the Ahamkara and the subcreation of the Dreaming City, the shatterstone fury of the Reef Wars, brother Uldren's journeys into that fell garden...

This would put it at some point around or before the Twilight Gap and the Reef Wars. It's definitely been around for a while, but well-hidden to prevent anyone from getting too close to that sacred space, and to hide Riven's existence. Secrecy was a major component of the look of the Vestian Outpost and other Awoken spaces in the Reef, but the look also reflects their age too.

#destiny 2 #dreaming city #the reef #awoken #ask

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trigunwritings · 1 year

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Hey! Saw your new blog! Lovely layout! Anyway, if your accepting requests can I please have a request of vash traveling with a time traveler that claims they are from 21st century earth but are now stuck on Norman land? Maybe she tells him stories of all the wonders of the world?(huge trees that touch the sky, thousands of flowers of different colors, all the different types of donuts that exist, water that comes from the sky in such huge amounts it could flood a valley, volcanos that spew hot lava and giant glaciers of ice that float in giant pools of water) they just tell each other stories of their adventures on their respective planets while vash also teaches his time traveler buddy all the stuff about Noman land. Much thanks!

Vash's eyes fill with glittering awe as the words of home continue to fall from your lips. Of Earth. What had once been idle conversation to fill the awkward and empty air quickly became stories of things that had, at least at one point, been completely normal to you. As normal as things could be to a person who had been whisked away from everything familiar and safe in the blink of an eye. Even weeks after the fact, you still clutch onto the dire hope that you're simply dreaming a fantastical, horrifying dream.

"So you're telling me it could rain so much that it could fill up this entire gorge?"

The man's tone had not faltered from childish disbelief for a moment since deciding to tell him of the various wonders of Earth—it is so different from this... place, this No Man's Land of endless desert and scorching heat.

The fact that anyone could even survive upon such an inhospitable planet is beyond understanding.

Your eyes glance from one side of the rocky landscape to the other, then up towards where the edges of the rocks jut into the amazingly bright sky. Several meters high and several more wide at least. Idly, you wonder what could have happened in the history of this planet to create such a formation if rain was not the maker.

Nonetheless, you nod and look towards him again. "Easily," you say with a smile nearly forced. "There are plenty of places on Earth where the rain would fall so quickly that the ground can't absorb it quick enough—even in the desert. I think they were still called flash floods."

"Would it rain like that everywhere?"

"Oh no, not everywhere," you say, tapping a finger to your chin. "Lots of places didn't get so much rain that it washed everything away. There were forests and jungles, meadows and mountains—have you ever even seen a tree?"

"A tree?"

The blonde looks utterly befuddled by the word, though there's a thin veil of... recognition? He doesn't offer anything besides a look of genuine interest as that expression fades away, and you're not sure if you had simply misread him, and merely nod.

"A tree. It's tall and full of bright green leaves usually—Earth had all sorts, some were so huge you couldn't see the top, others grew fruit like apples and oranges."

You take a moment or so before glancing down towards your feet. There isn't even a tuft of grass, a sprig of green; dead or alive, there isn't an inch of plant growth to be found.

"Trees and grass... and bushes and flowers—never thought I'd be this desperate to even just see weeds or some cactuses."

Vash blinks, looking both as if he understands and doesn't at the same time, but before he can say anything the ground suddenly starts to shake beneath your feet. Not hard; it feels like a gentle rumbling as opposed to anything else, but fear rolls down your spine all the same.

"What-" you say, trying desperately to figure out if the shaking is coming from something large moving outside of what you can see within the valley of the gorge. "What is that? An earthquake?"

"Earthquake?" Vash sounds too amused, but lays a hand on your shoulder to steady you—perhaps more emotionally than physical. "That's just a sand-worm. Big one, I bet. They don't tend to surface in rocky places so I don't think we need to worry about anything."

A dozen questions immediately surface about nearly every word that came out of the man's mouth, but you shove them down so as to nod in silent acceptance of his answer. The rumbling continues for at least a minute before eventually calming down, leaving the ground beneath your feet still once more.

Vash removes his hand from your shoulder and adjusts himself, flashing a grin that looks almost stupidly energetic on his face.

"See? Nothing to worry about."

You simply remain silent, brows furrowing just enough over your downturned eyes that the stress must have looked obvious enough; your traveling partner quickly makes a noise to get your attention and gestures widely with his hands as he talks.

"Look, we're way too small to be considered any kind of good eating to a sand-worm like that—those things mostly eat tiny bug that live deep in the dunes out in the open sea anyway."

What?

"Sea?" The confusion grabbed you so quickly that there wasn't a moment to be concerned over the horrible way Vash had described such a monstrous thing—humans were too small? You narrow your eyes at him and tilt your head to the side. "What do you mean sea?"

He meets your confusion with some of his own, echoing the expression across your face.

"I mean... the open sand," he explains with a useless wave of his hand out towards the end of the gorge the two of you had entered from, where the sand dunes rolled on for miles upon miles. "No town for days, just dunes and stuff."

"That's...a desert."

Vash only looks more confused as you try to clarify his choice of words. It leaves you wondering if, perhaps, there's been a defined shift in what he means from your use of the language.

"A sea is a large body of water," you finally explain, uselessly trying to conjure up flashes of memories in your mind as if that would help you describe it perfectly into words he could connect with. "Like, huge. They're hundreds of miles wide at the smallest and deeper than anyone could ever swim. They have dolphins and whales and squids—"

"Are you sure you're not making some of those words up?" Vash asks with a chuckle, but you ignore him in favor of trying to finish your thoughts.

"—and we'd have huge ships that could sail across them, sometimes people would spend vacations on fancy cruises or— or scientists would find all sorts of new animals we never knew existed! They were huge and deep and filled with water and not sand—"

As your words turn less explanatory and more frantic, you swear that the world starts to shake just a little bit. Or maybe that's just you shaking, brain unable to wrap around the fact that this never-ending desert is not home, it's not Earth, and you are far, far away from anything even remotely familiar to you.

To this, Vash finally seems to take a step towards you, face empty of humor and instead filled with a look of soft concern.

"Hey hey hey—" his hands fall on your shoulders just hard enough that the pressure snaps your mind out of its whirlwind of worry. "Don't start thinking too much about it. I promise I don't think you're lying, not at all."

Your eyes meet his own for several long seconds. Even through the tint of his glasses, you can't help but feel comforted by the soft blue-green of the man's eyes, mirroring a perfectly clear sky and filled with an assurance so strong you couldn't help but feel calmed at least a little.

"...I miss it," the words gently mumble past your lips. "All of it. Earth."

"There's nothing wrong for someone to miss home," he whispers in return, soft tone nearly lost in the wind blowing through the gorge and whistling its lonely reminders. "And I'll do everything I can to make sure you go back to it, okay?"

Your face bounces with a nod after a few seconds, temporarily comforted from the anxiety biting at the edges of fragile thoughts.

"Please," you say, gentle and firm, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

Vash is silent for a moment. At first you think he's going to say nothing and merely change the subject or hurry the two of you to keep moving before the day turns too hot—but instead, the grip of his hands on your shoulders grow tight and hard, just short of uncomfortable.

"Don't worry." The words are simple, and there's a smile on his face. "I won't."

It's a painful, honest smile.

#writing #trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #trigun x reader #vash x reader #vash fic #trigun fic #sfw fic #fic #sfw #sfw writing #i'm Tumblr Old or maybe i'm just not hip enough bc i've never used a lot of gifs with my content #so hopefully i'm doin it right sfdasfsdf #longpost #long post #long

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My Love Mine All Mine: Lilia Vanrouge Correlation

🦇♥️🦇♥️🦇♥️🦇♥️🦇♥️🦇♥️🦇♥️🦇♥️🦇♥️

[Book 7 Spoilers Ahead!! Intro is red, skip if you want]

Twst fans commonly correlate this song to Lilia, esp since book 7. We were starved of him in the new book 7 update (but Shroud content was awesome) and he's still haunting my thoughts. So...yeah. let's get into it

The song "My Love Mine All Mine" was created by Mitski, a very popular indie/alternative song artist back on September 15th 2023. It was in the album The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We. (According to the wiki)

*copyright free into music plays*

🦇♥️🦇♥️

Moons are pretty important to faes. They're nocturnal creatures who originally only lived in nighttime.

This changed when his mother died. Her magic kept it dark in the Valley

Now I know this directly refers to the moon, but I'ma pretend it doesn't and focus on the other lines.

Lilia at some point (I forgot when) talks to the stars and refers to them as Levan and Maleanor. This line reminded me of that. He wants to be with them when he dies.

Lils loved Maleanor and Levan. That's all there is to this part

He doubted he could love but Silver and Malleus helped him love again. He learned the importance of love and loss.

He wants his kid(s) to remember they are always loved. Even when it's his turn to die.

The chorus again!! This time he's open to love and its importance!!

He's loved Maleanor, Levan, Silver, Malleus, dare I say even Sebek.

This cold-hearted, serious general became a loving, cheeky, father. Who woulda thought?

This chorus is longer than the last and I like that cause it shows the growth throughout the song.

He's grown so much over the past years. Let's give peepaw a big round of applause.

🦇♥️🦇♥️

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The Predator Café - Chapter 5

The giantess's eyes blinked a couple of times as she seemed to consider how to reply to his question. Pip pulled the t-shirt she had lent him around himself as he sat down, still mere inches away from the tip of her nose.

"Well... where I'm from; it's not unusual for folk to eat a mixture of both meat and vegetables. If ya' don't supplement whatever nutrition one of them gives you ,with something from the other side, we can actually get sick eventually..."

It was as if a mountain had stated it could be toppled by something as small as a stream, the idea that anything could affect his goddess was a concept that he struggled to accept. He still listened, he had to know the important aspects about her if he was to host her at some point; he'd need to know these things.

He lost concentration for a moment at the idea of having her over. First an image of her sat on his dorm room bed, she was his height and alone with him, before the image corrected and he addressed the idea she'd have to eat from the window if she was to come over.

"-so, they probably came about because of this food scarcity, ya' know? Eat what ya' can, when ya' can." He turned back in at the end of an explanation, but he got the gist of what she was saying.

There were stories of how inhospitable their home world used to be. Apparently, people his size, prey or predator, would have had to have a human escort at all times. Whilst they had tamed their world completely, they kept feral predators as pets and couldn't promise that these pets wouldn't brutally murder visitors to the little blue green marble. Still, that wasn’t a problem anymore, not with Sol-3 being a collection of cold, dead rocks now.

Pip's stomach took this moment to remind the both of them that it hadn't had anything to eat in several hours and all the excitement had rendered him quite hungry. He'd come to the premature conclusion that she wouldn't be able to feed him, but with the revelation that the Humans were even weirder than initially thought; his body didn't want to delay any further. Pip died slightly inside as it spoke up to completely interrupt Natasha mid-sentence.

She abruptly stopped, freezing in place, as her eyes darted to his belly and back up to his face before breaking out into playful, spontaneous laughter.

Pip couldn't help but join her. Her laugh was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Morning bird song would never gold a candle to it nor would the grandest of symphonies match the butterflies it caused to flutter deep within him.

Pip swore he'd do anything he could to hear it again, but right now, perhaps addressing his rather rude stomach would be for the best.

"Wait right there sugar, I'll get ya' somethin' right away. Ma and Pa would kill me if they thought I was starvin' ya'."

Her massive bulk rolled abruptly away from him, her tree trunk legs twisting to catch her. She walked away into another room of her home that he hadn't seen yet. He heard her call back from, what he assumed, would be a kitchen.

"Anything ya' need? I got a bit of everything, just nothing too fancy.."

He replied with; "Any fruit would be nice please? Ah, thank you!"

A moment ticked by.

"Hun'?" She asked peeking her head around the door again.

"Sorry, I said any fruit would be lovely thank you?"

"Oh okay, I just didn't hear ya' love." And she disappeared again, leaving him alone on the bed.

He rubbed his eyes again as he tried to process how quickly his life had gone completely off the rails.

So much for being a respectable Prey.

Glancing around himself now that he had a moment, he looked at the strange plush again. Gathering up his 'toga' around himself he made the hike to the pillows. In all honesty, it wasn't that far to go, it just wasn't an easy amble as the floor moved and dipped with every step.

The plushie was almost a match for his exact height and seemed to resemble a known space faring species, long ears, buck teeth and a comically rotund belly. Pushing a finger into said stomach deformed it readily.

He didn't know how to respond to finding a life-sized stuffed doll of a Prey on her bed. No judgments of course, she was perfect in every way, why would he judge her for whatever made her happy?

But what if that was it? Was it decorative? Was she just talking to him because he was the next best thing? Did she even like him? Was this real?

His mind left to its own devices without a significant source to his happiness, left him doubting everything positive that had happened to him in the last twelve hours. It was an awful trait of his, but without his goddess being present, all the dark and moody thoughts crept back in to threaten the positive ones that she had brought to him.

Pip tried to go through some breathing exercises like he'd been told to do when he began to spiral. His mental health had become such a fragile thing of late.

"Here we go darlin'! Oh, where'd ya' go?" She asked as she strolled into the room holding a bowl alongside a set of clear packages on the other hand.

Putting two fingers in his mouth, he blew hard, releasing a clear whistle that brought those eyes back to him instantly. A relieved and warm smile broke out.

"I think it's time I put a bell around ya' neck or something. I'm terrified imma' step on you or somethin'."

'I'd willingly let you put the collar on, if it would make you happy.' Pip thought silently to himself.

She placed the bowl next to him, near the pillows and laid back down on the bed on her front.

She placed the two other packages down next to her.

The bowl contained a pile of red pitted fruit that Pip had never seen before. They had been cut up and on review were dry on the outside with a juicy inside that left red stains along the sides of the white porcelain. Her food however, gave Pip pause.

One packet seemed to be individual lumps of a white solidified paste with green or red herbs sprinkled on top, while the other was evidently something made of meat. Multiple overlapping circles of thinly sliced blotchy red meat.

"Ah, ya seen it. Well, here's my question, if ya' don't mind answering it. Can you handle me eating meat in front of ya'? If ya' can't, I don't mind none, but I need to know now before I end up upsetting ya' in future."

She extended a finger and using a knuckle brought his head up to meet her eyes.

"I need honesty, now hun'."

Pip blinked and swallowed past the digit holding his head up. She was trying to think about him, she was concerned and conscious about how her own eating habits might affect him. Nobody had worried about that in the past; he'd been present to gangs of predators tearing into what was obviously once a living breathing creature whilst he'd been sat there with neither a care nor a glance at him or his feelings.

He felt…

He felt seen by her, like she wasn't just pretending, like he was just as tall as everyone else in the world when he was under her gaze.

"It's okay, I trust you." He whispered.

In hindsight he wondered if she'd even heard him, but she nodded and her knuckle released his chin, but her fingers gently stroked his cheek before they retreated and she grabbed the edge of the plastic wrapping. With a violent jerk and a tearing noise, a spicy rich smell emanated from the meat.

He had no desire to try it, the thought made his stomach roll like normal, but it didn't smell bad. The 'white-lump' package was opened next. Pip, not wanting to be left behind, reached into his bowl and retrieved a large chunk.

He wasn't sure just how hungry Natasha thought he was, but the small pile of diced fruit was almost as large as he was. If he were to eat all of this, he would technically be more fruit than Chintian.

'Maybe she's fattening me up...' he mused as he tentatively took a bite of a reasonably sized piece. It was sweet, incredibly sweet. His cheeks hurt from how sweet it was, but this of course, did not stop him from taking a second bite.

"What is this?" Pip asked between mouthfuls, mentally noting that he probably needed to wipe his mouth.

Natasha paused in her actions as she was about to drop a lump-wrapped-in-meat package into her maw.

"Strawberrys! My family grabbed a whole bunch of seed packets during the evacuation. They send me care packages every now an’ then." She explained before popping the red parcel into her mouth and began to chew it.

“Them there is prob’ the most valuable thing’ I got here.” She admitted with a shrug.

Pip couldn't help but stare. He was confused how they would develop to handle everything. Was there anything they couldn't eat? How were their teeth set out? It was like finding out that gravity was optional.

He had so many questions.

“What have you got?”

“Pepperoni and cheese, or close ‘nuff”

There was a lull in the conversation as Pip watched her.

She was staring at him too as she slowly peeled slices free from one package before picking up a white lump and rolling it up in the meat with a practised dexterity.

"You're staring hun'..."

"So are you." He replied, immediately pausing to apologise for his curt response, but she giggled with her mouth full.

"Mm, I think, mm.. just a sec'."

A swallow.

"I think we need to get our curiosity out the way, what do ya' say?"

Pip paused as he finished his own mouthful.

"And how do we do that?"

She held up a finger to emphasise her idea, it was stained orange with grease. He watched her lick it clean before she continued.

"We take it in turns to ask questions. One at a time, no judgments and full honesty. Thoughts?"

A chance to ask any question he wanted? What would she want to know? What if it was embarrassing? What if she didn't like his answer?

'Lie' a oily dark corner of his mind suggested.

Pip couldn't do that to her, not just morally, but he honestly felt like he would wither away under her gaze if he deliberately misled her.

"No judgement?" He enquired.

She blinked slowly as her head tilted to the side with a smile and her shoulders slumped as she relaxed;

"No judgment. Honestly babe, I don't think there's anythin' ya' could say that would shock me."

"Okay, full disclosure." Pip agreed, oddly feeling like he'd just signed a dubious contract.

"Full disclosure then, do you wanna' go first?"

"Er, no. L-ladies first, please."

"Ever the gentleman, ya' lil' cutie. Okay, this one's been burnin' at me since I learnt about it. How come ya' all call yourselves 'Prey'?"

Not how he thought the questions would begin, he wasn't even sure if he was understanding her question right, so he started to explain slowly.

"Well, it's because we're not Predators? I mean, aside from Humans being weird and all that, if you're Prey, you're a Prey, if you're not, you're a Predator?"

"No! I meant, like, is that not a negative thing? Why would ya'll put ya' selves down like that?"

It took a moment for Pip's mind to jump from one train of thought to another.

"Oh! Oooh! I see what you mean! Oh, this is good that you asked, you'd look a bit odd if this came out in conversation." Pip stepped around the bowl as he began to explain, using his arms to emphasise his points. His nervousness and subconscious desire to keep the bowl between himself and Natasha was forgotten at this moment.

"So that way of thinking is considered archaic nowadays. Way back when it did have those connotations there were plenty of Predators who used it as a term of insult or to put people 'in their place'." He said, creating air quotes with his fingers before continuing.

"After the war it was re-examined and it gained a new meaning. Rather than referring to something weak, it was used as a symbol of pride; a mark of resistance and resilience and coming together. The Predators had this too, but in a different manner, they weren't to be referred to as if they were feral drooling monsters, but proud and brave creatures that could use their strength to protect those who couldn't."

Pip shrugged and made a face as he conceded; "Sure, there are those who still use the words with the old inflections and meanings behind it, but they're an old and dying breed. Racists like that always die out eventually, it's just a shame they make so much noise before they go extinct."

He didn't want to talk about the rumours and the missing folk, not yet. He wanted to impress the Human with their respectful ways for each other, not the criminal element.

"Okay, your turn." She pointed out whilst putting another lump of food into her mouth before resting her chin on her hands, staring at him. Pip felt it should be more off putting to be stared at in that way, but he just didn't feel as scared as before.

"Okay, my question, err... why the Café? You could walk into any job within reason just for the sake of being Human, take into account how you seem sharp to me, I bet there's not much you couldn't do?"

She 'hummed' and thought for a moment.

"So, I didn't know where I wanted to go or even what I wanted to do. If I’d stayed at the station; then chances are I would have ended up as a 'Robot Wellness Monitor' in one of those god-awful warehouses." Her nose crinkled at the thought, Pip assumed it wasn't a pleasant role.

"But then we weren't stuck there. The TGC just up and let us travel an’ we suddenly could go anywhere we wanted and not only just survive but thrive on alien worlds far beyond what we ever dreamed."

She had slowly drifted away to look off into the distance at this point, but her eyes came back to Pip.

"I let fate decide where I was to go." She said mysteriously, 'which fits her to a 'T'' he smirked to himself.

"I got on the first transport I could after securing this place. It only took a week of travel, I honestly thought it would take far longer so I could get to know folk and develop an idea of what I wanted to do. But I ended up sat here with some coupons that ya' government gave me to tide me over and a complete and overwhelming sense of being hopelessly lost.”

Pip tilted his head up at her;

“Lost?”

“I was so desperate to get away I hadn't really thought about what I'd do. I didn't realise how easy it was to get a job out here was though, ya' government even offered to put me in a couple of glorified mascot suits. Eventually I just went for a walk to get some air when I saw the Café."

She laid her head on the bed on top of her hand, now she looked at him from below, he remained still as he patiently waited for her to continue.

“I thought it would be perfect to meet plenty of new people; I could get to know the staff, maybe make some friends. Turns out the first customer I got to stay and order was the best I could have hoped for. I kinda' hope he wants to be friends with me. I'd like that; it's lonely out in the stars.” She said as some of her hair fell over her face, a smile lop sided smile had grown on side of her lips..

“I think if they were smart, they'd want to be friends with you too Natasha.” Pip said at barely above a whisper.

“Your turn hun'.” Her smirk developed into a full smile. Was her face going red?

“Did you not get any friends out of the staff? I thought the Predators all stuck together?”

She gave a half-hearted smile;

“They were nice, don't get me wrong, but they were so intense all the time. It's like they just didn't take a breath, ya' know? I doubt any of 'em would be chill to get a beer with.”

Now it was Pip's turn to smile ruefully; “Yeah, that's what a lot of Prey 'folk' say about them. It puts us all on edge. It's like you're expecting them to snap?”

A broad grin from her again;

“I know, right!? Well, I think I want to know a bit more about you Pip.”

He swallowed as he sat down crossed legged and steeled his nerve.

“I'm yours to discover. What would you like to know?”

“Hey that's a question!” she teased, breaking Pip's serious expression.

“Okay, so, I know what ya' look like, but I have no idea; what are ya' Pip?”

“I'm a mammal.” He offered uselessly.

She fixed him with a penetrating stare through her eyebrows.

“Okay, okay! I'm a Chintian male. I'm 20 and I'm currently trying to get through college to get a glorified engineering degree. My kind hail from a savanna-like planet called 'Cinroul'.” Pip counted his points off his fingers as if checking bullet points off a list.

”We are an extremely social species, being on our own is very unhealthy for us. Our families are typically numerous, my own currently sits at around 150 cousins or nephews at last count. I can confirm; It is pure hell when we meet for a family gathering, especially for whatever poor unsuspecting town we settle on to descend upon!” He joked.

“Honestly, what you see is what you get. I can't talk for the rest of my kind, but what am I in particular? I'm... I wasn't in the best of places the night I met you, but now? What I am is grateful you wanted to talk to me and that you let me stay over.” He finished deliberately meeting her eye. He hoped he would impress upon her the depth of his meaning.

“I'm not sure how to word my next question... How- Are Humans Predators?”

“Ooh, a good one. Yes, but also no.”

“Perfect, thanks.”

“Oh shush, I'm trying to figure out how to explain it to ya'.”

Pip licked some of the strawberry's residue off his fingertips, wholly dyed red.

“Okay, so we started as 'prey' to a degree. But we figured out how to hunt in our own way? We have characteristics of both groups. Even as kids, we play 'hide and seek', you could interpret that as children acting as both prey and predator in practice. If we see a shadow overhead, we'll look up to see what it is, is that us checking for danger? Do Predators do that?”

Pip didn't answer but conceded the point to her, it was odd for these traits to exist within someone who just 'looked' like a Predator.

“I don't get it though, your eyes are forward facing? Even without seeing your teeth, that's a pure sign of being a hunter!”

She shrugged into the bed; “I don't know what to tell ya' hun'. You'd need to talk to a biologist or somethin'. And my teeth ain't nothin' like the proper Preds. My back ones are flat.. ish.. they're for plants and all that.”

He didn't know that, he hadn't the opportunity to count her teeth yet and whilst he trusted her at this point, he still didn't feel the need to ask to see them.

“Can I touch you?” She asked quietly.

Pip looked up as his train of thought derailed completely.

“I.. er.. you've already touched me?”

“I meant, I want to feel ya' fur, I've picked ya' up when I've needed to because ya' said I could and I had to, to fix ya' issues at those times. I want to know what ya' feel like without me holding ya' or nothin'.”

He hesitated. Impossibly, he hesitated despite this being a lingering fantasy at the back of his mind.

“Okay.”

Her arm extended from her side and her hand approached from above. Her index finger was lower than the rest as she brought her whole hand down towards him. He tensed as he felt her get close, before a soft, warm pressure touched the top of his head. It trailed down the back of his skull, past his neck and down his back. It pushed the t-shirt downwards without effort as she traced his whole spine before stopping just before his tail.

His whole body shivered.

“Can I touch your tail too?”

He felt bold, bringing the sensitive appendage round into his hands;

“That's a second question... “

Her hand dropped onto the bed behind him. She wasn't touching him, but she was surrounding him none the less.

“Go on then hun', make it a good one.”

“W-why do you like me, Natasha? I'm glad you do, but.. we're.. we're very different. You could be friends with anyone, you know?”

He worried himself with his tail, avoiding looking at her.

“Because ya' were honest, Pip. Intentional or not, ya' can't hide what ya' feeling, I can see what ya' emotions are from just lookin' at ya' ears, ya' tail or how you scratch at ya' neck or arms.”

She sighed through her nose before continuing.

“Back home, I didn't have a great taste in guys, I trusted 'em, when I should have run. Then here's a guy who's as transparent as they come, but he's genuine. He's not human, but what does that matter? I've only known ya' a blink, but I honestly think I can trust ya' Pip. I want to trust ya'.”

“You can Natasha, I want you to know; there's not a lot I can do, but you can rely on me. I promise you...”

“I believe you honey. So why do you like me then?”

Pip smiled as he met her gaze this time.

“You treated me like I was the same as you. Like I was a Human or a Predator or-or-or someone tall.” His words failed him briefly before he picked his thought back up.

”I wasn't... I wasn't 'me' when you looked at me. I suddenly existed, Natasha, because you could see me. My life is one of being unseen by most people because that's the way of things. I don't know anyone else who makes me feel like I matter like you do when you look at me. It's not just an acknowledgement that I'm there, it's like you breathed life into my life again.”

He couldn't stop the words once they started to flow. He thought back to the grey world of his life without her. He had to express what she meant to him, honestly and completely exposed to her.

“When you're in the room, you're the whole world. I-I don't know how else to explain it.”

She was silent for a moment and a second one too. Her hand came round and gentle fingers worked their way under his arm, running down his forearm and wrist to grasp his tiny hand in her massive hand.

“Please understand; that ya' perfect Pip. Don't ever wish to be different, ya' as perfect as they come honey. I didn't know that you felt that way about ya' self babe and it's not healthy.”

“I know... but that's not.. it's not something you need to worry about. I'll be fine.”

“Friends worry about friends Pip; I'm not going to let ya' work through this on ya' own.”

He couldn't say anything, he felt a lump in the back of his throat and all she did was lay there rubbing her great fingers back and forth across his arm.

She didn't rush him or judge or make light of his struggling to get himself back together.

He didn't know how long they were there like that until he felt like he could survive meeting her gaze again. But she was still there, eyes filled with naught but care and support.

He gave a smile of his own that reached his eyes.

“I think we need to think about getting some sleep hun'. It's been a long night and while it may technically be 'morning', I think it would be better if we just lay here for a bit.” She suggested as she stopped rubbing his arm, but kept her hand directly next to him.

He lowered his arm on top of her hand as he nodded;

“I think that would be a good idea. I kind of need noise though, do you have a television we can put on quiet?” He asked hopefully, it was one of the few ways that put him to sleep without fail.

“Of course, let me just clear this stuff.” She collected the remnants of the food packages and bowl placing on her desk before turning on the screen that was attached to the wall above the desk and flicking through the channels.

“-Now with additional benefits!”

“-ain't big enough for the two-”

“-napping of an unidentified male-”

“I aim to misbehave...”

“Oh, this one is a fine show to fall asleep to.” Natasha stated putting the remote down on the bed and clambering back onto it with Pip.

He settled himself leaning against her pillow at the top of the bed with Natasha resting her head on the pillow proper. She had removed the plushie, she had said it was a 'rabbit' that was a gift she had kept since childhood and never really wanted to be rid of it. Pip thought of the coincidence of its appearance, but didn't dwell on it.

It didn't take long before Natasha's breathing became deep and even, this gave Pip a rhythm to listen to, which slowly lulled him to sleep.

His slumber wasn't uneventful however; his dreams were ones of running, of trying to keep up with Natasha as she walked away from him along the surface of his home planet. No matter how fast he ran, he couldn't keep up with the colossus.

He woke with a jolt as a hand landed on top of him snapping him out of his distressing dream. He had slipped down from the pillow so he was flat against the mattress now. Looking to his left he saw Natasha was still sound asleep but her hand had landed on him and had gripped slightly. He placed his hands underneath himself and attempted to extract himself from her grip.

This caused an immediate response as she gripped tighter before rolling towards him. It was quite intimidating watching a wall of giant fall towards him, but she stopped and merely pulled him towards herself in her sleep.

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Natasha rested soundly as she held her favoured 'rabbit' to herself like she did most nights.

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #hfy #haso #humans are space orcs #chintian #chipmunk #size difference #sizeplay #sizetumblr

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yessir-rightawaysir · 2 months

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(SAtam Snively) So I guess the big question is... how did this all start? How and why did you come work for your uncle to begin with? For that matter, why are you two the only humans around? Inquiring minds want to know!

Well, it's a strange story and I'm not sure you'll understand as it requires basic knowledge of the theory of relativity and time dilation. Also cryogenics.

The truth is I don't have the best recollection of these events as I was fairly young, but Earth was dying. Crops were failing, atmosphere was becoming inhospitable, just not the best situation all around, hmm? So every remaining country that was able sent these giant ark like ships to worlds that had been identified by scientists as being earth like and hopefully livable. I, Julian Robotnik, and my parents were on one of those ships. We were put into deep sleep and sent out. Even moving at top speeds it took so very long to reach these planets. Thousands of years.

At first the planet seemed perfect! Vegetation, some of it even agreeable to our bodies. Weirdly enough, no animal life beyond insectoids.

Slowly we began to notice that there was something very wrong with this planet, though, something Robotnik and I still don't fully understand. Some... strange sound wave the planet itself made got into everyone's brains and--well. Robotnik and I were the only ones to escape... He was forced to deafen himself. Children seemed to be less effected by the wave, so I made it out unscathed. I don't know what became of the other children. Perhaps they're still there... Or their descendants, anyway.

So, by the time we returned to, er, Earth, it was now called Mobius and was populated by new things and all the humans as I knew them were long extinct. We were gone for so long there aren't even any ruins of human civilization. Isn't that depressing?

The only other human-like person we've ever encountered was that Lazaar fellow. I have a hunch that Naugus may be partially descended from my species as well but I have not, as of yet, been able to obtain a DNA sample.

Hmm I realize I failed to answer how I came to work for Dr. Robotnik. Well, er, he's my uncle. He took me in after my parents untimely demise. Where else was I supposed to go? We're the only two humans left on the planet. I thought that meant we were to stick together. Besides which I used to look up to him. And my choice was tutor under him or go into the mobotropolian school system...

#sonic satam #snively

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader Warning(s): age-gap (reader probably in mid 20s or so); angst A/N: Because I'm too lazy to write a full fic so here's literally a short piece of what I'm sure would've been something if I had the motivation

JOEL ALWAYS SAID THIS ABOUT YOU – born young enough to grow up in a world that had nothing to offer; you didn’t watch it decay like he did where it used to be half-decent and you could find your place in life before everything went to shit – had grown into something inhospitable and terrible and bitter to the core. No, to you, it was just rotten from the very beginning: broken dreams and scattered ashes littering the filthy ground, a bunch of "what-ifs" and "maybes" and no room for shades of gray when it came to seeing things in black and white because the darkness won out and snuffed out the rest of all that was light and good as the sickness descended like the goddamn Rapture; it wasn’t just the infected that remained – the only people left navigating the wreckage were those with cruel hearts and nasty intentions.

"Well, it's not all that awful," you say, murmuring into the opening of your thermos as you stare fixedly at the last the last few remnants of stew at the bottom. "You're here. I guess that sorta makes up for it."

His figure is hunched over the fire he recently smothered. Even though his back is facing you, the tension in his body is apparent. Rigid – the same way he stiffens up when danger's nearby. "Don't say that kinda stuff." (And it sounds just as serious as “Stay behind me,” or “Run,” whenever hell’s at your both of your guys' heels.)

But you keep on rambling anyways – Pandora's box cracked wide open like a gaping maw that spills secrets, ones that should have never been let out – won’t fucking shut up about it even if you can help it now. And maybe it's not fair to put this kind of burden on him; maybe it's selfish of you to tell him, no matter how wrong it is, but each day could be your last and getting this off your chest might mean one less stupid problem to worry about. It's not like he doesn't know. Not after what happened back in Colorado, anyways. That had made it clear as day if it wasn't already obvious before. "After everything we've been through, I bet you still think of me as that same kid that got under your skin when we first met," you say absentmindedly. It doesn't come out in an accusatory tone, just an observation.

The stress leaches into his voice, washing over every word. Joel's on guard. Walls up. He shakes his head slowly, like a warning. "You've got no idea what you're talking about."

You lean back, transferring your weight into your wrists. "So I'm not right, then?" you ask it innocently enough.

He's moving around, double-checking that all the gear's in place. Of course, he's avoiding any eye contact. "We've got to head out in ten. Now's not the time for this kind of conversation."

"Almost a thousand miles left. All we really have is time. Look, Joel whatever you've got to say, I can handle it. You don't need to spare my feelings.”

He’s fidgeting with his watch as if the strap’s suddenly too tight – a habit he doesn't indulge in often, but one that you've noticed once in a blue moon. Maybe he developed it because of you. Always so sure of himself, but you're the one person who's managed to upend everything. "Get your —"

" —guns are in my pack," you finish for him. It's routine at this point. He's predictable. You know what to expect. "Is it because—"

He cuts you off too. "It's a bad idea." There's a finality to his voice.

So he's thought about this before.

"We've had worse ones."

“People like you don’t end up with people like me,” he says. "Shouldn't."

And you’re taken aback because out of everything that you expected it most certainly wasn’t that.

The ticking of a secondhand, booming – can’t be his watch because that’s been shattered for years – off-rhythm, way too fast; it’s your heart thrashing violently behind the cage of your chest. You reach for him, fingers curling around his wrist. Your thumb meets his pulse point and you feel the constellation of tiny scars across the expanse of his weathered skin. He’s warm. Alive. “That’s not — Joel, c’mon, you don’t seriously believe that—”

His eyes flickers down to where the two of you are joined before dragging back up to meet your gaze. "I’m not infected like the rest of ‘em, but this disease turns men into monsters, corrupts them until they're the most twisted versions of themselves. I've done things that I'll never be able to come back from, and when we’re done here, you’re better off finding something else.”

As if you could ever. That's next to impossible. "I've seen all of the ugliest and messiest parts of you and it doesn't change a single thing. I still want you just as bad."

#not happy with either of these characterizations but oh well #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us #tlou

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