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luciusbetterwife69 · 4 months

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Hate (Vasili x fem!reader)

Pairing: Vasili (Hotel Mumbai) x fem!reader

Attention!! Porn without plot! / Straight to porn!

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Author's note:

NEW FANFICTION!! Vasili X Reader this time :^ I hope you are fine with me being a little offline- I swear to god I have so much stuff to do...but still: Jason >>>

Also we need to appreciate Vasili more. That boy gets too less attention.. oh, btw..requests are open!! Feel free to ask anything! ^^ <33

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Yn and Vasili. God, how they hated each other…Vasili was one of the most famous man in the Hotel. His bad luck however, got him to share his room with a very special woman. Arrogant. Egoistic. Rich. Spoiled.

It was yn.

They hated each other with passion…so much passion, that they would let all the hate out in a very rough night together. And well, let's just say that “rough nights” happened very often..since Vasili and her got on each other's throats almost every day.

“Vasili, dear~” she called him to her. Never ever would Vasili call her like that- that's what he thought at least. Sometimes he would eventually give in to her even if he absolutely hated that.

Vasili got up from his chair, where he read his magazine earlier. As he walked towards from where the voice came, Vasili found yn laying on the bed of their shared room. Of course she was grinning. Of course it was pissing him off. Of course she knew exactly that.

“Shut up.” Vasili answered, only giving her a pissed look. Even if his face showed an annoyed expression, he perhaps might just wanted to jump on her and ravish that stupid woman who called herself his roommate.

“Make me, bastard.”

Vasili rolled his eyes. How could a woman be so fucking annoying as yn? And what the hell did he do to deserve her as his roommate??

Without spending any more time on listening to her insults or orders, the Russian man got up, sat down on the bed and grabbed both of her legs with his hands. “Shut the hell up now, bratty whore” he said in the usual cold tone that he always had with her.

Then he got rid of his shirt and put both of her legs on each side of his shoulder. The man looked good, that was out of question, but if only there was a little love in the room right now and they wouldn't hate each other that much.

“I hate you, Russian.” Yn said.

Vasili raised an eyebrow, not caring much anyways.

“Say it.”

“No, bastard.”

“Say it.” He said again.

Yn only remained stubborn, not reacting to his order at all. She didnt care what he said anyways, did she?

Vasili rolled his eyes at her stubbornness. He hated that as well. Her incredible stubbornness…how could someone be that annoying and stubborn?

“мудак” She whispered as Vasili unbuckled his belt, still sitting between her legs while they rested on his shoulders.

As he heard the insult she just threw at him, their eyes met for a brief moment. Enough said.

“Oh? So you wanna get it rough, hmm?” It was a whole different thing if she called him any name that meant something bad..or if she called him a russian name. He was a Russian himself. Otherwise than her.

With another swift move he had her legs off his shoulders, now wrapping them around his own waist as he finished unbuckling his belt. Yn responded with a gasp. A reaction that made the Russian grin slightly. He leaned over her and positioned himself.

Vasili was ready. So was she.

With one big thrust and a precise hip move- Vasili managed to push his whole length in, not caring about what the woman beneath him felt like right now.

Before she could dig her fingers in his back and scratch him, Vasili had already pinned her hands down to prevent exactly that.

Yn squeezed Vasilis bigger hand, feeling how his thickness stretched her insides like nothing else did. She hated to love it:

“Shhh, be quiet now, bratty.” The russian accent was practically dripping from his voice.

Vasili knew that she loved it. It turned her on. That was a game they played every single night.

“Hhh….h..hhh” The only reaction coming from the woman was her heavy breathing.

Vasili began to thrust his hips forward. He wasn't going slow, no, not today. Not when he hated her so much. Not when she told him how much she hated him during it. Vasili loved it.

“I hate you, Russian.” Yn brought out, fighing hard to hold the ragging of her breath back as the russian man set a rough pace.

“Well then…hate me harder, bratty. Come on now~” He answered. “You can do better.”

Despite all the slutty, hate-filled cries she gave him, Vasili kept pounding her in that rentlessless, vigorous pace. One hand pressed her hands down, making her squeeze his hand, making yn hate him further. “Now come on…cant you hate me further? Don't you hate me harder, hm? Cmon let it all out~”

“God damn it, I really hate y-...mmmh…hhh” Yn tried to say, failing as her own voice turned a little more hoarse. Vasili was good.

In all the months where they had been on each other's throats, he had found it most enticing when she was at the point where she couldn't speak. When she could say no more words. When she was at his mercy.

Vasili groaned and his hips snapped forward with such force yn could feel his thickness going inside and hitting her wall.

The Russian wanted to hear that he was the most hated person in her world, and still he was getting yn, in bed and willing to have wild and rough sex every single night.

“You know I love when you say that…so tell…tell me how much you hate me bratty.”

“Oh..fuck you, Russian~” Yn cried out, already struggling to keep her eyes open to look at her roommate leaning above her.

Vasili let go of her hand, allowing the woman to wrap her arm around his neck and even reach his shoulder blades with her hands. One hand of hers dug into his hair, causing the man to breathe out for a moment to get used to her grip. With his now free hand, Vasili gripped the bedsheets while still pounding her at a brutal pace.

Everytime he snapped his hips forward, she moaned louder and louder, her voice echoing off the walls. Vasili loved this so much.

“Tell me again~” He hissed slowly, approaching her neck with his mouth.

“God, I-...I hate you so m-much…~” It was a pure struggle to streak for yn at this point. “Hhh…Ngh~” She simply closed her eyes, letting Vasili mark her neck with a bite on her neck. He had marked her.

“That's it bratty…keep moaning. You caught the spirit.”

Vasili moaned as well, snapping his hips forward and not giving any sign to slow down orgo softer. Thrusting. Pounding. Snapping. The russian man really gave no sign of mercy.

They would keep this toxic relationship. It would not work somewhere else, but it did work in this hotel room.

“I hate you…I fucking hate you…I hate your beautiful, sexy body…I hate your smooth skin…I just hate you.”

With every single ‘I hate you’ Vasili thrusted deep into her, certainly hitting the woman’s cervix. He would watch how yn’s eyes rolled back slightly whenever he did that. It was pure satisfaction for him. “I hate you…I hate you so much…my bratty little princess…my slutty, bratty little princess…”

Yn tho, felt herself losing slowly. Not only did she feel herself slowly getting tighter, but Vasili as well. Yn was close. Terribly close.

“God damn you're so tight…” His Russian accent made it so much sweeter.

The woman couldn't answer, her breath hitched and her fingernails surely left marks in the man's skin.“Oh my lord, fuckkk…~” Yn moaned again. Her voice was hoarse and desperate. “Please…I-..ha-”

“Mmh~” Vasili groaned in response, not letting her finish her sentence. “Say my name, bratty. Say my name.”

That was the point where she lost it.

Yn closed her eyes, narrowing her eyebrows and opening her mouth again- only to say nothing and let her breath rag in her throat. She was gasping for air, digging her nails into Vasilis shoulder blades.

The womans hips buckled, lifting her back up from the matress as Vasili gave her one last deep thrust to feel a wave of pleasure.

Before she could moan anything, Vasili had pushed his lips against hers and kept her quiet. In betweeen that deep and angry kiss, yn still moaned a quiet “Vasili~” into his mouth.

After the russian had pulled away, he still remained leaning over her to let his climax run its course. His strong, heavy body covered hers, he panted against yn’s neck as their hearts beat furiously against their both chests.

With a depp breath and a finaly move Vasili pulled out, letting his fluids run out of yn’s still wet cunt. He rolled off her body and laid next to her.

“I hate you, russian bastard…fuck you…” Yn breathed, panting just as much he russian roommate did.

Vasili chuckled. His breath slowly came back to normal. With a still slightly flushed face and a necks covered in sweat, he gave her a sly grin.

“Bratty…” He smirked.

#hate sex #hatefiction #fem reader #bottom reader #x female reader #character x reader #x reader smut #jason isaacs #jason isaacs imagine #Jasonisaacsfanfiction #smut #angrysmut #pornwithoutplot

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unusuallysized-nsfw · 10 months

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The Gr-ate-est Gift

☆A Vorny Foodplay Romance Story☆

It was another typical Sunday night for Forbidden Fantasy, an old Club and Bar, out on the red light district, which one? every single one of em, look hard enough you'll find it, all doors lead to the same place anyhow. The lights were a dim passionate red that night, and the light played magically off the brickwork of the interior walls, behind the bar,

A lone patron entered earlier that evening with a strange request though, not strange for FF, but strange to you and me I imagine... He seemed nervous, unsure of himself, and the bartender could tell.

"you sure you're sure."

"yes, um, yeah, just when they get here, get em to order a mojito, an...and put me in it, instead of uhm the regular stuff" The folf asked,

and the bartender shrugged. she had seen weirder patrons in here do even weirder things but something told her, this one wasn't doing it for lust, afterall.. this would usually be a one way trip.

"you know this person even..or you playing a prank or what if you don't mind me askin."

"they're uhm, they're my special friend..we're uhm together, and i wanted to do something special...

came the reply as the folf signed the papers

"you realize this probably will only be a one way trip yeah? unless you have something up your sleeve"

"even if it is, it will be worth it for them." the folf replied confidently.

Later that night a Jackal came in seemingly bored but overworked, and seeming a bit sad. "why so glum kiddo?" the tender asked, "got a lot of work to be honest doing art and things and its like hhh" the tender nodded as she cleaned out a martini glass which glinted in the light of the bar "Was hoping to talk to my boyfriendd but he wasn't home... the tender smiled before asking

"can i get you something to drink?" the jackal seemed to think for a moment, considering a Caprihnia or appletini.

"I'd recommend the mojito, its lime, but with a minty aftertaste" the jackal shrugged and nodded at the suggestion as they laid their head upon the wooden mahogany bar with a sigh.

"times come, buddy, hope you're ready" the tender said as she finished making the drink and plucked a now tiny folf and placing him within the drink, soaking his fur in the alcoholic flavour. the fumes were more intense at his new size and made his eyes water a bit but he nodded. The tender slowly brought the drink placing it before the jackal, who barely moved before looking up and seeing their "drink"

Grabbing it quicklv and giving the 'garnish' a lick they giggled "oh you're so cute" *no you" replied the tiny minty folf with a chuckle as well as he waded in the cocktail

"| guess this is why you weren't hoooome!" the jackal smiled before smirking a bit "I also guess I'm gonna have to finish this drink" the folf looked surprised though it wasn't easy to tellin the dimly lit room which reflected off his fur soaked and glistening,

"I mean...only..only if you wanna" the jackal let her tongue loll out, saliva dripping and strands of it sparkling in the light.

"I'm sure you will be delicious Ashur...I love you.'

"love you more" the folf, smiled assuredly as the glass tipped toward the gaping maw. Finally he would give his love the greatest gift, himself.

As the glass tipped and the liquid began to reach their maw. Ashur wondered exactly how this would feel, it had been fantasy untill now, a guilty one at that. However being so close now, he began to have second thoughts, maybe the jackal was just messing around anyway, why would they actually drink him?

they were lovers..right? but then maybe that's exactly why they would.

The Jackal meanwhile seemed to be teasing the poor folf, intentionally sipping and making rather loud gulp sounds..though the gulps were pretty standard fare even when they were drinking normally so maybe it would be unfair to mention such.

Regardless they seemed intent to not drink down the small folf right away, and instead let the little vulpine marinate and add to the unique flavour of the alcohol.

"Ready ash ash?" they asked licking their chops deviously.

Despite everything telling Ashur to say

no he merely nodded and closed his eyes, as he felt himself pulled toward the mouth of the beast, he was surprised when he instead felt a deep kiss, or the closest equivalent as the lips of his lovely benefactor

sucked deeply before pulling him deep within the awaiting maw.

His paws touched their tongue first, making for a rather interesting feeling, rough but also soft, and squishy, opening his eyes, he looked out into the bar one last time, seeing it had gained some patrons over time, he wondered idly if they too, came for strange things like he.

As the maw closed Ashur prepared for a plunge which never came. instead he was pushed inside a cheek pocket while the drink itself was swallowed loudly. "jackal?" he mumbled before, feeling the tongue once again over his body, caressing and

petting him like a kitten, feeling him all over, and we do mean all over. It was almost impossible for him not to get a tad, aroused at the whole situation, but he did his best to keep his cool.

"mmm mmm" came a sound, which made Ashur smile a bit, at least he tasted good, as weird as it was to think.

Alas he had to admit, he liked being here with him making him happy, he always had liked that, but he knew this wasn't really jackal's thing so much as it was his, he felt a pang of regret in how selfish this all was, but maybe they didn't really mind, else why would they go through with it right? As he thought this, he felt himself slowly sliding backward as the tongue and mouth in its entirety raised up.

"this is it." he sighed.

a mix of sadness and happiness in his heart, as he felt and heard one final "Gulp" and he fell.or rather was pulled deep into the throat and oesophagus below.

-Fin-

This Story was written originally about my ex and i, the art was done by them.

please under no circumstances seek them out.

#macro micro #microphilia #macro #macrophilia #micro #soft vore #vore tw #short story #vore story #foodplay

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a-tsurugi-simp · 2 years

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Hhh! That Yuki X Pshycopathologist!Y/N was so cute! Also, since writing here is lacking a bit, is it alright if you could write a fic of Haru with a SHSL!Takewondo Master comforting their bf (Haru) after he gets jumped. Bonus points if you add a part where the day after, Y/N hunts down the gangsters who jumped Haru and beat their asses as revenge?

Well, there we go. Man, writting this was kinda hard, not going to lie. Not that hard in the difficulty of ideas -Tho I still have some difficulty grasping anyone in character that is not called Tsurugi-, but hard in "Wtf I forgot how to english lmao"

Haruhiko x Ultimate Taekwondo Master!Reader

aka: Haruhiko being a precious bean and Reader being a badass.

Warning: Probably OoC. Mention of Sex, but nothing dangerous.

Word Count: Lost it around 1400. Probs +1400-1500

There was something genuinely hearbreaking in watching him move that way. The limping, the slow grunts, the pained mumbles, all of it made you bite your lip, mouth opening in order to speak his name.

"Haruhiko." You frowned, arms crossing over your chest. You tried your best to force absolute neutrality in your tone. Not let him see that you are worried because he does not limp. Not unless he fell or-... "What are you doing, walking like that?"

Even though he was not facing you, you were easily able to see the wince the tall blonde let out acompanied with the flinch of his shoulders. He was quite predictable in his response, his sweet, caring nature trying so hard to not make you worry.

It was useless, though. You would always worry for him.

Always.

He said your name, slowly. It was almost like he was trying to stall for time, to find an excuse. "I... didn't know you were going to come home early."

Of course.

"I did not tell you, Haru." Was your answer, arching an eyebrow. You were seated in the individual and only sofa of the living room, and your boyfriend had his hand on the doorknob of the entrance. He had just come home, and you would sure he was wishing to leave right now.

The apartament the two of you shared was small, a tight fit for two people, but you really liked it if you allowed yourself to be honest. Having one room meant that in the nights you could curl up against your boyfriend with no need to excuse yourself, and having little space meant sharing items and intimacy. It's not as if you were poor, you two were living there temporaly because you refused living in one of the rooms in Hope's Peak and Haruhiko "couldn't simply leave you alone".

"I finished early the Taekwondo lesson's and I decided to surprise you." At that, Haru finally faced you, and you had to use all of your willpower to not wince at the black eye your boyfriend had. You had seen him struggle with his body, but now you noticed how his pretty face was badly bruised, small threads of blood slipping from his mouth. "Haru..."

The blonde closed his eyes, groaning at the discomfort on his right eye. It was the injured one, after all. "It's not that bad. My googles are free of damage."

Excuse me, what?

"What the fu-?" You cut yourself off, the curse dying on your tongue. Rei had you on thin ice, the woman tired of your usual strings of curses. 3 swear jars had been already been stuffed at the maximum, and you were oh so tired of losing so much money. But man, you were pissed, hands becoming two angry fists. "Do you think saving your goggles was the important thing? What about trying to not get injured?"

He did not answer. You waited. He still kept quiet. You still waited.

Why was he ignoring your questions?

"What the hell, Haruhiko?" You got up from your seat, and he winced at the sheer rage on your eyes. He loved your eyes, they shined with the prettiest colors when the sun got to them just right but god, now they made you look too intimidating.

He was tall, taller than most of the people of his age, taller than you, but jesus christ, he was wishing so bad he could curl up in a ball and beg for your forgiveness. He was not trying to get you angry, seriously! He was just not being careful, but it was nothing, rea-...

He blinked, gasping at the soft, gentle arms holding his waist. Your name was uttered in a quiet, confused voice. "What-... Aren't you mad?"

You snorted. "Mad? I'm absolutely furious. But not at you. Never at you, Haru." Haruhiko squealed when with no effort you lifted him up in your arms, carrying him bridal style in direction of your bedroom. You were smaller than him by a decent margin, so it always surprised him when you used your great strength, that easily surpassed his.

He sometimes forgot that you were the Ultimate Taekwondo Master, but could you blame him? You were too cute and huggable. Kinda hard to remember that his adorable partner was a strong fighter when almost all the time the two of you were too busy either making out or being two adorable idiots.

You let him down on the bed that you two shared, helping him sit comfortably. The height difference was now different, the Pilot having to look up to you since you were standing, and he was seated in the bed. The blonde exhaled, brown eyes going straight to yours.

"Thanks." He meant it.

"Do not thank me still, Haru." You brushed the hair out of his forehead, your lips making contact with the skin. A smile escaped your mouth at your boyfriend's pleased hum, gently cupping his cheecks between both palms of your hands. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"Not when you touch me."

A snort. Haru loved to make you laugh. Many times you contained your laugh enough to leave those cute snorts that made him fall harder for you. All the little details made him love you so much. "You are such a sap." Was what you said.

You cleaned with the long sleeve of your clothes the blood on his mouth. "There we go." You mumbled before leaning down, closing your eyes. He angled his head slightly to the right in response.

The moment your lips pressed against his, you felt Haruhiko's elated shudder, and as if he was a thirsty man finally getting his fill of water his hands grabbed your sides, fingers gripping your clothes with insistence, like he never wanted to let you go.

The moment you felt his tongue take a peek at your mouth, you forced yourself apart. He was smiling wide, satisfaction pouring out of his smile at the ragged pants your slightly open mouth was letting out.

"Okay, enough kissing for now." Your hands held his, slowly gettting them away from you. He was still smiling, even though that pretty expression was making his cheek have unfortunate chemistry with his injured eye. If it hurt him, he made no sign of it. "I'll get you the chocolates I bought you alongside the first kit aid I have in the bathroom for emergencies. And then I'll nurse you back to health and then you'll shower-.."

He could't help but interrupt you, still glowing like a kid in Christmas. "Shower sex?"

"No. You'll have a normal shower." He pouted at your answer. "And then movies." You finished.

He made a face, then shrugged. "Fair enough."

Bonus: The Day After.

Satisfaction wasn't the word.

You punched, you kicked, you screamed and you keep on hitting until you broke skin and bone, blood making way into your clean hands.

You had promised to only use Taekwondo outside of tournements as a self defense mechanism to your Master, but promises and rules were made to be broken and you would break them all for Haruhiko.

Also, you were defending your boyfriend for those imbeciles who hurt him with no real purpuse. Retribution was the only answer.

The man under you groaned something, only to be silenced by a good punch, a teeth flying into the ground. You saw that the hit had broke the skin that protected one of your knuckles of your dominant hand, but you did not care, hittting again.

The man was knocked out, and with that, he joined the other 4 unconscious idiots in the room.

Gangsters? Bullies? You would take anyone who dared hurt Haru down to hell. The 5 unconscious man were just w a r n e d. You could have done so much worse.

It didn't matter anymore. Your job was done.

You left the room, finding the figure of the one and only Tsurugi Kinjo, the Ultimate Police Officer waiting for you. His red eyes watched you, and it felt as if he was judging your soul.

He extended his arm. You gave him the key of the door.

"Thanks, Tsurugi." You said quietly, watching him close shut the door, and then pull out his phone. He probably was going to ask for a car with a text or a call to send the deliquents away.

The young man said nothing, sending a message before answering you. "Don't mention it. Now, your hands."

You frowned, giving him both of your hands, only to groan when he handcuffed both of your wrists. "Remember to not tell Haru."

Oh, the evening was going to be a torture, spending it under the supervition of the boring Police Officer.

But... It was worth it.

#dra #danganronpa another #danganronpa #reader insert #request #ask #haruhiko kobashikawa #tsurugi kinjo #haruhiko kobashikawa x reader #haru

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whats-ur-credit-card-number · 9 months

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am,,,,

writing u

a letter!

hi! tell me 3 cool things you did today!

hhh thank you úwù

Haven't done much today except make brownies (and eat a lot of them right away), but yesterday I had to all-but-parkour my way in and out of a long, crowded walk-in freezer. Lots of tight squeezes. Spent longer in there than usual.

(and speaking of tight squeezes from yesterday, I got buried alive in a video game, so I had to bash my skull against the coffin lid in order to escape through death. A much-anticipated and very cool moment, my explanation doesn't really do it justice :P)

Anyways thank you for the ask, I hope you're doing well too <3

#ask #he talks #also the game is Fallen London. finally getting to the good stuff in Light Fingers!

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jjungkookislife · 2 years

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I’m here! 😁 I saw the Secret update and I AM LOVING IT 😍 I remember it ended with an angsty cliffhanger so this update made me so happy. Jk has got me laughing so hard tbh. Idk how he managed to remember the exact convo, word for word, cause I could never 😂 and then managing to text all of that. The dedication to share THE TEA 💅 Now that, I could relate lol just listening and taking important notes in order to tell it correctly later and imagining Jk doing that crack me up 🤣 I really did love this update and I hope they finally talk cause and finally be happy 😔

I also saw the HHH update right when I was about to write this and I was so conflicted if I should read it first or write this but I decided to send this first just so I wouldn’t get my thought jumbled with all these updates. I’ll read that now and tell you my thoughts after 😊

I absolutely adore writing Jungkook in smaus 🤣 it comes so easily to me 😅

honestly I wrote all that ages ago in the bathroom at work lmao I usually go hide there to write if I’m inspired 🥲

If there’s One thing Jungkook is gonna do, it’s meddle lmao and he’s gonna make sure he has all the FACTS before he’s making a mess lmao but yes there’s no way I would be able to remember everything verbatim 🤣 they will get to talk soon 👀

#secret asks

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atheliasnotebook · 2 years

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hey! how are you ?

i'd like to request something, but feel free to ignore/delete my ask if it breaks any rule or if you just don't feel like doing it.

can i ask for a kaeya and/or diluc* comforting a crying gn!reader ? to be more specific, the reader is really down and has been crying all day long. in the end they're exhausted and almost begging their body to just stop crying, only to cry even more.

i hope this isn't too vague hhh. thank you very much if you do it :) and if you don't, that's okay! i wish you a nice day/night.

*you can pick which one if you decide to do only one of them

Take Care of Me, Please

pairing: kaeya x reader, diluc x reader

note: reader is gender neutral

tags: mentioned family death (to the reader), pet name: "hun" (kaeya), pet name: "darling" (diluc)

author's note: (i love ur writing sm i cant believe i got a request from u -///- it makes me so happy i rly hope you like it it)

Something About Kaeya’s Hands…

There’s something about the way that he cups your face with both hands when you’ve been crying all day, gently wiping your tears while he puts on this somber smile. It hurts him—not nearly as much as you’re hurting, but every time he hears you sob and cry, he’s gently caressing your face with his thumbs. His hands are cold—soothing to the touch after the immense heat that you’ve built up from crying all morning.

He’s hurt too. And he wished he could have stayed with you all day, but rumors of attacks on the city call for immediate action, leaving you to your own devices most of the day. Luckily, the letter sent was an elaborate prank (more or so less an accident) from Klee in collaboration with Diona. In turn, he was able to return home to you just a little after noon—only a few hours after both of you had awoken.

Jean, prior to having him take his leave—noticed that his rather smug demeanor had disappeared.

What could be bothering him so much? she thought, before assuring Kaeya that matters about his patrol will be covered by Amber and Eula. She was so concerned when Kaeya simply told her that “it’s nothing that anybody needs to worry about” and “with a bit of live target practice, I bet I’ll be spick and span” In turn, she genuinely decided to consult albedo after ordering him to rest. And Albedo’s response was simply:

“I just think he needs a break right now. I mean, have you seen the state that ______ is in? He’s most likely just worried about them.”

Sucrose’s meek response followed:

“______ has j-just been having a hard time since this morning, I’ve heard. One of their close family members just passed away…”

Jean, after hearing their responses, became firm in her decision to send Kaeya home to supposedly rest.

Kaeya comes home to you, immediately throwing his coat on the rack and preparing a pitcher of water and two glasses to bring to the room and place on his side of the nightstand.

“Hey hun, look at me,” he whispers and cups your cheek, looking you in the eyes as he sits beside you on the bed. “It’s going to be okay—I promise.”

His hands are cold. Albeit, you shudder from his sudden touch and after the initial shock, sink into his hand to soothe your throbbing head, but in the end, you sob even more so, eventually burying your head in the crook of his neck.

“Hey—shhhh, I got you—it’s alright…” he says, rocking gently back and forth and nestling his fingers between the locks of your lush hair, just newly combed through.

“I’m here—I-I’ll be here… don’t worry, I’m not leaving, Jean has let me have the day off. and now, I’m all yours, hun.”

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About Diluc’s Embrace…

His arms are so warm. As soon as he woke up, he heard quiet sobbing from the bathroom, noticing that the empty space in his bed where you were supposed to be.

“Darling…?“ Worry overwhelms his heart and he shudders before taking a deep breath. “Can… you let me in?”

You don’t unlock the door, and simply just… sit there, sobbing louder. You can hear Diluc’s breathing just hastening in a hitched cadence. "P-please?”

And it breaks your heart in two to hear him so worried. It breaks him just as much as it breaks you. Watching the door with blurry eyes, you heard gentle knocking. There are the sounds of other footsteps, the signature clacking of boots from one of the maids approaching, and immediately walking away.

“Please, ______, open the door hun…” he mumbles. And both of you sit there… in silence, for approximately 5 minutes. You can hear his sigh digging into both of your hearts. And you want to open the door—for the reason that you want to feel him warm you, for, you’ve been up since the early morning, taking walks around the winery to try and get yourself back to sleep somehow.

Diluc hears the lock unclick, seeing you shivering and sobbing, immediately taking you into a warm embrace and weaving his fingers in your hair, brushing through and kissing away your tears.

“Darling, what’s wrong—? What happened?”

You try to choke out the words through your sobs. “M-mom… s-she’s—“ and you start coughing, only crying more.

Diluc, hearing these words slip out from your lips cradles you, both of you on the floor on your knees, and having you nestled warmly in his arms.

“Darling, I’ll have the maids and workers take care of everything today, and cancel my shift at the tavern… anything you need, just say the word.”

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camsthisky · 3 years

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"you’re not alone . you’re stuck with me forever . sorry . ” + Jason and Dick (and anyone other family member)?

“Everyone okay?” Dick croaks as the dust and rubble settles around them. He’s lying on his back, kept still by something pinning his legs down. He doesn’t dare assess himself quite yet. “Hood? Batgirl?”

“Okay,” Cass says, and Dick watches as she stumbles over to him, looking dusty, but relatively alright. She kneels next to him with a frown. She meets his eyes—well, relatively since they’re both wearing masks—and asks, “Okay?”

Dick grimaces. “Not really.” Louder, he calls, “Red Hood?!”

“Here, here,” Jason says, coughing into his fist. He’s missing his helmet and there’s a gash sluggishly bleeding from his right cheek, smearing a trail of blood down his face. He’s also limping, but only slightly.

“Can you move?” Cass asks Dick as Jason pulls out his flashlight.

Dick winces at the sudden light, his mask having already automatically switched to night vision. He huffs. “Jay. Off.”

“Names.”

Dick scowls. “The light.”

“Deal with it,” Jason snaps. “My night vision isn’t working.”

Dick turns off his own night vision feature, if only to not be blinded by the damn flashlight if it passes over his eyes again.

That’s when Jason’s flashlight lands on where Dick is pinned.

“Crap,” Jason breathes.

“Can you move them?” Cass asks, sounding a touch more impatient, and Dick realizes that Cass has already asked once. “Your legs.”

“No,” says Dick, just barely trying. He’s tired, but he knows that time is up. He can’t get away with ignoring his own situation any longer. Probably shouldn’t have even waited this long. His legs are tingling from lack of blood flow, mixing with a sharp pain shooting through them both. Still he’s lucky, because—“I can still feel them, though.”

“We’ll lift,” Jason says to Cass, who nods. Dick closes his eyes and braces himself for the inevitable pain of rubble being lifted off his crushed legs.

“Hhh.”

The sounds he makes is nothing more than an agonized hissed through his teeth, and Dick can’t help the cold sweat that sweeps across his body in a slow wave as his siblings manage to move the slab of—wall, maybe? who knows, really—from where it’s crushing his poor legs.

Something taps against his shinbone and then his kneecap.

“Stop, stop, I feel it,” Dick gasps, bringing his legs up in a protective curl as pain throbs through most of his lower body. His left hip hurts like hell, and his every muscle, bone, and tendon feels like they’ve been squeezed and then flattened like a pancake. He rolls over onto his side so he can bring his knees up to his chest, to wait out the lingering intensity of the pain.

“Breathe,” Cass says.

Dick breathes.

He closes his eyes and blocks out everything and, again, just breathes. His siblings let him.

When he has a better grasp on his agony, Dick finally relaxes. The world filters back in. Cass is running fingers through Dick’s dusty hair (something she one hundred percent learned from Bruce, because only a select few know how much the motion tends to calm him down).

On the other hand, Dick blinks his eyes open to find Jason agitatedly pacing.

“The hell?” Jason murmurs, his flashlight whipping back and forth with his movements as he surveys their surroundings. “Did we get completely sealed in?”

Dick wishes desperately he would stop. Even without night vision, Jason’s impromptu strobe light effect is causing Dick’s head to ache. Instead of saying this, he hums contemplatively. “Wonder if there’s a signal this far down.”

Jason huffs, not slowing in the least. He’s searching for something, and dear god does Dick want him to find it already. “You’re the one with the comms in your ear. You try it.”

They’re in the sewers, is the thing. And while Bruce and Babs have designed the comms system to work incredibly well, even in the sewers, the signal still needs to be able to make it to the system in order to be functional.

With the three of them sealed in this place, seemingly with no way out, pretty deep in the sewer system where they had been disabling bombs throughout the city, Dick isn’t optimistic about their chances of getting a signal.

(They’d just been a few seconds too late for that last bomb, which unfortunately led them to their current circumstances.)

While Jason grumbles, Cass activates her emergency signal and the comms. She calls out, “Batman? Oracle?”

Jason shuts up for the five seconds before Cass looks between both Dick and Jason and shakes her head.

Dick lets out a slow exhale through his nose. He hadn’t really held out much hope for that anyways.

Jason groans. “Holy batcannoli, I can’t believe we’re stuck down here. And where’s my hecking helmet?!”

Cass helpfully points to the rubble sealing them in. Jason kicks a rock with a yell. Dick sighs.

“Well, at least you’re not alone down here,” Dick says as optimistically as he can—although, given the circumstances, it does fall a little flat.

Jason snorts. “Right. Sure, Batgirl is an asset, but you’re a sack of bruised bones right now. That’s not helpful in the slightest, Dickface.”

Dick’s eyelashes flutter of their own accord. He hums. “Too bad. Looks like you’re stuck with me. Sorry.”

“Dick,” Cass says, her fingers tracing lightly over his face. “Stay awake.”

“I am awake.”

“You’re starting to—” Cass pauses. Dick can’t see the look on her face, because somehow, his eyes have fully closed without his permission, and he can’t seem to find the strength to open them again. “—to slur.”

The sounds of Jason’s pacing stop. Silence rings loud in their sealed section of the sewers. Then, “Did he hit his head?”

“Not sure,” Cass answers.

“Dick,” Jason says, sounding quite a bit closer, like he’s maybe crouching down next to Cass or something—but Dick hadn’t heard him move, and Jason’s boots are too clunky to not make sound against the concrete. “Dick, did you hit your head?”

Dick’s eyebrows furrow, but he doesn’t open his eyes. He doesn’t remember hitting his head. The only thing he clearly remembers about the blast is heavy pieces of rubble crushing his legs. “Maybe?”

“Great,” Jason says. He’s pulling out his I’m-rolling-my-eyes-at-your-ridiculous-incompetency voice. “So my bruised bones of a big brother probably also has a concussion. Just great.”

“It’s not his fault he’s injured,” Cass tells Jason. “He was disarming the bomb.”

Which means Dick took the brunt of the blast when it was remotely activated.

Dick really means to tack onto Cass’s statement, maybe tease Jason a little and try to reassure both his younger siblings that not everything is hopeless, because he’s the best big brother ever, of course.

Only, he can’t find the strength to open his mouth and talk. Instead, the voices around him become watery, distorted, and Dick’s head flares in pain.

When unconsciousness comes to take him, he doesn’t resist.

—

“—manage to even find us in the first place?” is the first thing Dick hears as he swims back to consciousness. Jason almost sounds relieved.

“The seismic device didn’t just affect the sewers,” someone replies. It takes a lot of effort for Dick to recognize it as Tim. “A couple buildings partially collapsed, and since we knew the three of you were down here, it was a good starting point to look when none of you would answer the comms.”

“Huh,” is all Jason says.

“Nightwing,” Bruce says, startling Dick from the dazed lull he’d been in as he listened to his brothers talking. He opens his eyes, blinking up bewilderingly at what he can see of Bruce’s face behind the cowl.

“B?” Dick murmurs. He doesn’t move, yet, from where’s curled on his side, but he feels an abortive twitch of his fingers at the reassuring sight of Batman. “‘S goin’ on?”

“What do you remember?”

Right. Bruce did not give easy answers. Life is a series of puzzles, Dick Grayson, fueled by none other than Bruce Wayne himself.

Dick frowns and casts his mind back. “The wall blew up,” he decides. “I got hurt?”

He’s only half sure about that last one, but considering his position on the ground, the throbbing in his head and hip, and Bruce’s concerned dad frown that’s taking over his Batman grimace, Dick thinks that he’s probably on the right track.

“Concussion,” Cass says, startling Dick when she pops her head over Bruce’s shoulder. “Also, ‘a sack of bruised bones.’”

That—sounds familiar. He thinks he remembers Jason saying something like that.

Bruce’s frown gets deeper. “Straighten your legs.”

“Please,” Dick tacks on for Bruce when he lacks the manners to be nice, basically on instinct at this point, even as he—slowly, and with a great deal of agony—does what Bruce tells him to do.

They go through a couple more tests, until finally Bruce, unhappy, deems, “We need to move you.”

Dick blinks when Bruce turns away to murmur something to one of the others. A conversation washes over him, and Dick can’t help but let himself tune it out. The noise settles as vague humming—indistinct and comforting.

“—two, three,” Bruce says as Dick’s entire vision goes white.

He only manages to come back to himself in increments.

There are arms holding him tight. Familiar murmurs in his ear. The comforting sound of Batman’s heavy cape brushing against concrete.

“—there, Chum,” Bruce is saying, and if Dick had the capability, he would have teased Bruce for pulling out both the concerned dad frown and the concerned dad voice in one night.

As it is, the only thing that comes out of his mouth when he opens it are harsh pants for air. Every step jostles him, and agony is his constant companion throughout the entire journey to the surface.

Somehow, Dick is still conscious when he’s laid down in the backseat of the batmobile. He’s grateful he’s not moving anymore, and carefully doesn’t think of the upcoming ride back to the Cave.

He only really starts to relax when Bruce settles the cape over him. Wrapped up inside it, Dick almost feels like he’s ten years old again. Batman’s has always felt like warmth and protection and home. This time is no different.

“Batgirl and Robin, keep Nightwing as still as possible. Red Hood, in the front. Start updating Oracle.”

“Why do they—”

“You’re too bulky, Hood. Me and Batgirl are smaller than you. It’s still going to be a tight fit, but it’s the most comfortable for everyone this way.”

“Whatever.”

“Enough. Car. Now.”

There’s lots of careful but hurried scrambling. Dick thinks he passes out a few times on the way back. He doesn’t remember much, either. Just bits and snatches here and there—His siblings talking to him, Bruce giving orders, Jason being snappy and unwittingly dragging Tim into an argument.

And then—he wakes up. A lot more clear-headed than he’d felt the last time he’d been conscious (though, that wasn’t saying much).

To Dick’s surprise, he’s on his side again, dressed in sweats with a pillow between his legs. He opens his eyes to the Wayne Manor living room, and—yes, he’s on the couch. The curtains are drawn, but it’s clearly sometime past sunrise.

Bruce is sitting cross-legged in front of him, reading a book.

“Bruce?” Dick calls, his voice still somewhat slurred. “Why’m I on the couch?”

“You started crying when I said you had to stay in the infirmary,” Bruce tells him, grabbing a bookmark and setting his book off to the side.

Dick frowns. He doesn’t remember that. Still, he manages to say, “You’re such a pushover.”

“How do you feel?”

Dick blinks a dozen times in a row, trying to assess his body and keep up with the change in subject. “Kinda woozy. My hip hurts a lot.”

“Hn.”

“Think I need to brush up on my Bat speak,” Dick murmurs. “Dunno what that one meant.”

Bruce hums again. “You’re incredibly lucky. We’ll need to be careful for the next few weeks.”

“What’s the diagnosis, doc?”

“Crush injuries to your legs and left hip. Not overly severe, and we managed to stabilize you once we realized you were in shock.”

Dick thinks about that for a second. “Concussion? I’m pretty sure I remember something about a concussion.”

“It’s mild,” Bruce tells him. “It was the shock that was the real problem.”

“Oh.” Dick sighs into the pillow under his head. “I’m tired.”

Bruce gives him a soft smile, just slight enough that if Dick hadn’t been so familiar with Bruce’s microexpressions, he would have thought he’d been mistaken. Fingers lightly card through his hair, and Dick’s eyes start closing of their own accord.

“Then sleep,” Bruce says.

Dick sleeps.

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all-hail-the-witcher · 3 years

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5 times geralt wrote jaskiers name wrong on his coffee cup plus 1 time he didnt need to: part 1

its @natskier‘s birthday and hhh nat fucking slaps and her birthday fic accidentally became a 5+1 and yeah. here's part 1.

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ship: geraskier, modern

warnings: lamberts a bitch, geralt has feelings, jaskiers a little shit

editing: yes

words: 1.1k

genre: slow burn adjacent cause the boys are hella fucking impatient oops

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“Geralt! Get your bitch ass up here and work the register!”

Geralt didn't even bother opening the door of the breakroom. “Fuck your boyfriend when you’re not on the clock!”

The door to the breakroom swung open and a very disgruntled Lambert glared down at him, arms crossed over his chest. One of his bright red curls fell out of his bun and hit him in the eye. Geralt had to hold his hand in front of his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

“If you paid attention, you’d know that Aiden is out of town. I’m going to the bank to get change you fucking piss biscuit.” Lambert pointed at him angrily. “If you burn the place down it’s coming out of your damn paycheck.”

Geralt groaned as the door slammed shut behind Lambert, but he still got up and walked begrudgingly to the front. Getting fired by his father would have been nothing short of embarrassing.

He made sure that his apron was tied correctly as he walked up to the register. Eskel was making the drinks, which was the job that Geralt usually preferred because it involved less interaction with the customers. But Lambert really hadn’t given him much of an option.

The bell above the door chimed and Geralt put on his best customer service smile.

“Hi, welcome to Kaer for More Coffee, what can I get for you?”

“Just a black coffee. Large. Dark roast”

Geralt punched the order into the register without looking up. Then he grabbed a cup off of the stack, pulled the sharpie from behind his ear and scribbled the order on the side. The routine was so familiar he could probably do it in his sleep. Not that he would ever admit that though because then Lambert would definitely try to get him to do it.

“Name?” he asked, still not looking up.

Whatever the customer said got lost in the noise of the shop.

“Could you repeat that?” Geralt asked, looking up for the first time and holy fuck.

The man standing at his register was abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. He had dark brown hair that was falling in his bright blue eyes and the little smile on his face that showed off his dimples made Geralt nearly melt. It took all of his willpower to not drop the cup in his hand and keep his eyes on the man’s face instead of the bit of chest hair peeking out from his scandalously unbuttoned, peach colored shirt. It was almost like he was tryingto make him swoon.

“Jasper.”

Or at least that was what Geralt thought that he said. Eskel chose that exact moment to knock over a sack of espresso beans.

Geralt clumsily scrawled his name on the cup. Seeing that Eskel was otherwise occupied and he didn't want to keep the attractive man waiting, Geralt went to grab him his coffee. It wasn't like there were any other customers waiting.

Geralt filled the cup, double and triple checking that he had the right roast before sliding the order across the counter.

“Jasper!” he called out.

The attractive man was standing on his phone, not making any move to come and get his coffee.

“Jasper!” Geralt called out again, hoping to get his attention.

Still nothing. The man was scrolling like his life depended on it and it honestly didn't help that he had the cutest look of concentration on his face: slightly furrowed brows and an adorable frown line creasing his forehead.

“Hey,” Geralt said. “Your coffee’s ready.”

This time the man looked up, slightly surprised to see Geralt holding out the cup.

“Is that mine?” He asked, gesturing to the cup.

Geralt nodded. “Large black dark roast.”

“But you didn't call out my name,” the man said, crossing his arms.

“Yes I did.” Geralt cocked his head in confusion. “Twice.”

The man took the cup from him skeptically, spun it until he could see the name that Geralt had written on it and laughed.

“Well darling,” he said. “I didn't respond because my name isn't Jasper.”

Geralt spluttered, momentarily distracted by the fact that such an attractive person had just called him darling. He tried desperately to ignore the swell of heat in his stomach. “But you said-”

“I didn't say Jasper.” The man took a sip of his coffee and tried and failed not to wince. Geralt didn't blame him. Black coffee was terrible. “I guess I’ll just have to come back tomorrow and remedy this issue, won’t I, uh,” the man squinted at his name tag, “Gerald.”

“That’s not-”

“Oh I know,” the man smiled, taking another large gulp of his disgusting coffee. This time he couldn't hide the wince at all. “I’ll get your name right when you get mine right.”

And then he had the audacity to turn and walk out of the shop. Without putting any milk or sugar in his coffee, Geralt couldn't help but note.

Geralt stared transfixed at the door that the man had just walked out of. What the hell had just happened?

Unluckily for him, he didn't have much time to ponder that because Lambert walked through the very same door not two seconds later.

“What happened, pretty boy?” Lambert asked, opening the drawer of the cash register and putting in the change that he had gotten. “Did that door tell you that your hair looks terrible straightened? Cause I’ve been telling you that for at least the last three years.”

Geralt opened his mouth to respond but Eskel beat him to it.

“A hot guy came in and ordered and Geralt wrote his name wrong on the cup.”

Geralt turned away from the door to hide his blush. The way that Eskel said it made it sound so much worse than it was. It had been an honest mistake! It wasn't his fault that Eskel had dropped the damn espresso beans right when he had said his name!

Lambert tisked disapprovingly. “Of course the one time you manage to find someone who actually likes that mop on your head, you don't even manage to learn his name. Now I can’t stalk him on Instagram! Geralt, you really need to be more considerate of these things.”

Geralt threw an empty cup at him.

“Fuck off, you know I’m right!” Lambert groaned. “And I could get you written up for harassment in the workplace! What if you injured me and I couldn't work anymore, huh?”

“Lamb, it was a paper cup,” Geralt sighed. “And considering our dad is our boss, he would have seen straight through your dramatics.”

Thankfully, any further retorts from Lambert were cut off by the bell above the door ringing.

“Hi, welcome to Kaer for More Coffee what can….”

Geralt used the distraction to slip back into the break room. He still had another 10 minutes left on his break and he fully intended to use them to mope over the fact that an attractive man had shown actual interest in him and he’d somehow managed to not get his name.

Lambert would never let him live this down.

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anne-i-write · 3 years

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moriarty the patriot headcannons

| requested by anon: can you write headcanons for moriarty brothers meeting and having dinner with s/o's parents for the first time? and s/o's father is overprotective. thanks 🤍🙆🏻 |

william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader

word count: 1857

tw: mentions of toxic behavior in albert’s hcs

a/n: IM BACK AND THRIVING BBS!!! it’s so good to be back again to writing!!! hhh i’m so sorry if this is far from what you wanted but i hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!!!! lowkey went off the railings w this one so 👀 also if i missed any tags, please let me know!!!!!

william: 803 words

it had been you and your father since you were younger bc your mom was the “lucky” choice of some noble

but you wouldn’t have it any other way

you two are very close and everyone in the town knows

that, and that you both hate nobles

so it’s no surprise when the moriartys move into town, you’re both less than pleased

you always try your best to avoid them whenever they come into your town and your father always begs his friends to take the nobles as customers, despite the fact it could be good for business

but the town you lived in was particularly small and you did end up bumping into william

literally

some stupid man didn’t see you crossing the road and you were nearly crushed by the carriage if it hadn’t been for the hand that pulled at your wrist

“i swear people these days don’t know how to drive carriages.”

you don’t know who you were expecting

BUT ANYONE BUT A NOBLE

“are you alright?”

“i’m fine thank you—“

you’re absolutely flustered

how did i not know that this was a noble??? he smells so clean!

“i’ve got to be on my way now!” and you left william there with no explanation

but lil did you know he actually knew who you were

or to an extent, you weren’t as sneaky as you’d hoped you’d be

he saw you hiding in corners and alleyways every time you two accidentally made eye contact

and some of the townsfolk actually told him a little about you and your father so he understood why you weren’t too welcoming

but to take great lengths to avoid him??? he is very intrigued

so he starts off small, trying to send you a kind smile before you dart off behind a fruit stall

he really tries his best to get close to you and after a few weeks (and a few persuasive friends), he finally gets to hold a conversation with you

and boy does he fall FAST

it takes a while but you finally reciprocate his feelings and he thinks its smooth sailing from there right???

lmao everyone knows your father is literally the most intimidating looking man that could ever walk the earth

if they didn’t know him personally, they would be afraid of getting curb stomped 🤠

i mean,, he’s a big softie but god forbid anyone even DARES to look at you in a romantic light

you warn william of this and he’s like “don’t worry love, it shouldn’t be too bad”

it is bad

even william has cold hands bc your father is giving him the dirtiest look

dinner isn’t even dinner it’s a grill with how much questions your father is asking him

it does NOT help that he’s a noble

“so,,, you’re a noble”

“your cooking is amazing sir”

your father leaves the table for a little bit and you can hear the quiet sigh of relief from william

“i’m sorry for my father”

“no, no,,, i just,,, your father’s really intimidating, isn’t he?”

you let out a chuckle and william relaxed, a soft smile gracing his lips

“he can be, but it’s just something he does.” you threw a wistful gaze at the door your father disappeared before.

“he’s just worried about you, i can see it. he doesn’t want you around people like me.” you grabbed his hand over the table and he gently squeezed your hand.

“if anything, if he’d give you a chance, he’d want me to be with you. noble or not”

you both continue to have a delightful conversation, your sweet laughs filling the room

however, you didn’t know your father was listening in on your conversation and he couldn’t agree more with william

your mother left with more than just a curt goodbye and unshed tears

she left you with a tear stained letter filled with sorrowful regrets and sincere apologies

he knew you would eventually grow up to be critical of the world and if you were to find out that your mother had left unwillingly, he was afraid that you would be too bitter towards the world

but as he hears your laugh and his worries are dulled down a little

he sees you smiling so happily at william and when he chances a glance at the noble beside you, his worries are completely erased

william’s looking at you the same way everyone swore he looked at your mother

it’s a gentle gaze filled with love and kindness, one that he knew could protect you and take care of you

your father hated nobles and hovered over you when it came to love

but he couldn’t help but hold back on questions when he came back and you instantly noticed that your father took a liking william

louis: 508 words

everyone knew you as “Little Noble” in your town

the sole reason being your father literally treating you like a noble lmao

he gave you the best of everything he could afford and tried his best to not let you do any work

tried

of course, you were a little angel and you HAD to help otherwise you’d cry about making someone else tired when you could’ve easily helped

you’ve carried this trait until your early twenties and there were no signs that you would stop

hence why you were bringing home some fresh fruits from the stall clerk before a man bumps into you

you were so caught off guard that your knee buckled and you fell on your butt

everyone was stunned into silence as you fell but louis was so apologetic

so when he helped you back up, he felt the chilling stares of the town burning into his back

and then you apologize for bumping into him when he was the one who bumped into you and you fell??????

“please, let me make you something! i feel so bad!”

he tries to decline but there was this odd pressure to say yes to you

he ends up going home with you

you’re both in front of the door before your father opens it, his eyes wide

“who is this boy?”

“oh, i didn’t get his name on the way here. what is your name?”

your poor father’s heart is pounding way too fast for his liking

“oh! look at that, thank you so much for bringing my child home! you should be going home now”

he tries to shut the door on louis but you hold it open and beckon louis inside

“i invited him here! i accidentally bumped into him earlier so i offered to make him something!”

louis is so awkward pls

your father reluctantly lets him in but gives him a side eye the whole time he’s in the house

“does your child do this often?”

“why? do you find it strange?”

YOUR FATHER IS SO PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE PLEASE SAVE LOUIS

anyways, you finish making your treat and give it to louis, your father glaring at your interaction

louis is still a little stiff but the more you talk to him, his guard is let down a little

soon enough he has to leave and you wish him well

he leaves with a wave and a kind smile and you look over at your father who had been scowling since you appeared at the front door

“he is a bit cute, don’t you think father?”

your father sputters, stunned by your bold claim

“y-you’re still too young to think about men like that!”

you laugh and shut the front door, teasing your poor father about finding love while also wondering if you would meet louis again

as you talk with your father behind closed doors, louis smiles to himself as he thinks about the unusual encounter today

surely, if i met them again tomorrow, it would make for a pleasant day

albert: 546 words

he meets your father before he meets you

it was during a ball your parents organized in order to connect with the more prestigious nobles around you

your parents were obsessed with the way your family was viewed and apparently being an earl wasn’t enough

so albert hears about you when your father boasts about how you’re the perfect child who answered to his every beck and call

in all honesty, albert was disgusted

no one deserved to be brought up like that

he casually makes his way into the conversation and your father is seething

“my child is your age, it’s a shame you act like this, i would have thought of you as a prime husband for them”

who is this earl to tell him what to do?

needless to say your father crosses him off of the guest list for the next ball

days go by and your father doesn’t know that you’re currently in town, doing what you can to help the working class as best as you can

it is on one particular day of visiting an orphanage do you run into the eldest moriarty brother

you two exchange polite greetings and you both pause

“your father is the earl, is he not?”

“you are a general of the army, are you not?”

a brief mention of your father and your mood dulls slightly

“yes, but i’m here on my own accord”

he would kill you if he found out you were amongst the “filth” as he called them

“well, i’ve brought books for the children, would you like to help me read some to them?”

he seemed sincere enough to not want anything more from you, so you agreed

he was actually very pleasant to be around and you find yourself enjoying his company

the meetups continued to happen and soon enough, albert finds himself standing in front of the doors to your family estate

your father is not pleased at all

“it’s nice to meet you again, sir”

“i didn’t forget about what you said to me at our first meeting”

and you’re sitting there like,, ????? they’ve met??? and your father doesn’t like albert???????

of course, inviting albert to your home would have repercussions but you didn’t expect your father to be so hostile

he was always hostile towards other nobles unless they were of higher importance than him

but for him to hate albert so quickly and openly??? this was quite new

you had mentioned that your father has always been one for power so it was clear to albert that you obviously grew up in a home that was more,,, toxic than protective

it was at dinner that this behavior reached its peak and albert despised the atmosphere and the way your father treated you

“i’ve come here to ask for your child’s hand in marriage”

your father rejects the idea without any hesitation

“i refuse to have them live the rest of their life in your household when they could do so much better”

when you invited albert that night, you knew there would be repercussions with your father

but what you didn’t expect was that you would leave your father and adopt the moriarty name as your own, the family welcoming you with open arms

moriarty the patriot taglist: @zoehanji

#moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty #william james moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #louis james moriarty #louis james moriarty x reader

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animatedrapture · 3 years

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"𝖘𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖘𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙" — sakusa kiyoomi ;

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: gender neutral reader. fluff. reader had a bad week. comfort.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: you've had a bad week and sakusa comes home to the place full of mess.

𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: this is the first time i'm genuinely writing for sakusa so hhh i hope this was okay; have my offering of this short sakusa fluff content. i'd say loving sakusa hours but it's always loving sakusa hours <3 (alternatively titled "mess")

SAKUSA KIYOOMI doesn't appreciate untidiness—things looking out of place and mess all over somewhere he's supposed to be comfortable in, his own apartment—well, his and yours.

A loud exhale escapes his mouth, not a sigh of relief like he would've wished so he can finally rest after the rough training camp he attended for a week, but an annoyed sigh as his eyes linger toward each thing in the living room that was out of place and collecting dust—evidence that the place hasn't been cleaned since he left last week.

Sure, Sakusa Kiyoomi disliked untidiness and things looking out of place, but he thinks he may dislike the lack of your reply more; right after he called out to you, letting you know he's home. Sure, he disliked the mess he came home to, everything catching his eyes while he slowly walked through the apartment—but what he disliked—hated, even—more than all of that were the sobs that can only ever come from you. Sobs that only became clearer and louder the closer he stepped towards your shared bedroom.

His hands gripped the handle of the door, twisting it open. Sakusa feels like his heart was being twisted along with it until he took in your curled form, hugging in his pillow, eyes closed with eyebrows furrowed, your tears freely cascading slowly down your cheeks.

Sure, maybe Sakusa Kiyoomi is meticulous, particular, and quite the germaphobe—but what more is he aside from all that?

The answer is that Sakusa Kiyoomi is in love with you above all else. So his bag easily drops to the floor and his arms were easily wrapped around you, he holds you in his arms while your sobs only become louder. He's rubbing soothing circles on your back, but his eyebrows were furrowed together, worry easily flooding his mind—but he allows you to take your time, he allows you to cry even as his shirt was slowly dampening from your tears, even as every pained sob broke his heart.

If Sakusa was patient for anyone at all, it was with you and for you, so he waits for your sobs to cease into small hiccups, your tears to stop flowing. He waits until you do, only then did attempt to speak—but you beat him to it.

"I'm so sorry, Omi," you say softly, your voice coarse from god knows how long you've been crying.

"Why are you saying sorry for, love?"

"I'm sorry I just–this week has been really mean to me," you choke in a sob, your tears once again brimming at the corner of your eyes even as you tried to fight it back, "and I really–I really missed you, Omi, you weren't around and I just didn't—I'm so sor—"

That's what compels Sakusa to pull away, his eyebrows still furrowed together, taking a good look at you that it makes you whimper—you knew you must've looked like such a mess, just like the apartment. But Sakusa, he cups your tear stained face, looking deeply into your eyes.

"Hey, Y/N, look at me. It's not your fault, okay? It's not like you didn't try your best, right? I got you now, okay? Don't say sorry."

"But Omi, the place is a mess, I'm such a mess—" you start, yet he only clicks his tongue, giving you a pointed look. What you don't expect that he does next is press his lips against yours, deep and affectionate, like he's sure it would reassure you—and it does.

"You're not a mess. Even if you were, you're my beautiful mess, you got that?" He says after he pulls away, his thumb stroking your cheeks.

It softens you, makes you putty in his hands, but also makes you feel as if he deserved better, making you speak up, "Sorry, Omi. I know this isn't what you should be coming home to, know you're probably supposed to shower first."

"How about you come with me in the shower? Then let's order in, it's almost time for dinner anyway. We'll worry about the mess tomorrow, yes?" He offers, a rare smile gracing his features, a rare smile that warms your chest and tells you it's going to be okay.

"That's my love," he praises you when you finally nod, patting your head lightly. You lace your fingers along with his as he pulls you up and leads you to the bathroom—yet you already feel like you've been refreshened, like a weigh has been lifted off of your chest—because with Sakusa, it seems like you can pick yourself together so easily.

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#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu x reader #;cloud #sakusa #sakusa fluff

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imfiguringitoutlovely · 3 years

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hhh- i didn’t find your faq so my apologies if this isn’t what you write, ignore this if you want!! I was thinking like, male reader hanging out with kaminari & mina, skating and then going for some ramen. platonic, if that’s okay. thanks darling!!

kami and mina spending the day with their bestie

pairing: platonic!kaminari/platonic!mina x gn!reader (they/them)

genre: FLUFF CITY BITCHES

warnings: platonic fluff central

author's notes: AH THANK YOU FOR THIS YESYESYES!! also, on my masterlist is a quick message on what i write and the one thing im really NOT writing haha.

also also, i made it gn!reader since i used "you" and less dialogue than i usually would in these, i hope that's ok!!

but yes, yes, platonic kamimina bc hhh they're so?? they are therapy LMAO

also this came out shorter than i really wanted it to? im sorry fjdmd ill try to make longer ones in the future.

(had to find this on Pinterest bc the gifs here were super low quality, sorry!)

saturday afternoon. freedom, at last, from your packed schooling schedule. nothing spectacular had happened as of late, and though you'd usually count the lack of news as a win, all it did was make every class feel longer than the last. this was especially grueling when taking into account your anticipation for the plans on your schedule for saturday afternoon.

you, ashido, and kaminari usually spent time hanging out in your dorms (mostly yours and ashido's because kaminari's room got messy over the week despite his weekly monday cleaning). if it wasn't the dorms, it was the mall, or at the very least the common room.

there was the big three, the three musketeers, and then you three; the three virgins skaters. and yes, this week, you three decided that you'd have to live up to that name and actually go out.

after club day, you three went to your respective dorms, changed, made sure you had your off-campus permits to avoid trouble, and got your things together before going down to meet at the gate.

mina, of course, was in her rollerskates.

denki had his board under his arm, the board he said reminds him on his other best friend shinso.

and you had your (skates/rollerblades/board) ready to go.

"you have your permits, right?" mina gave a 'yup' with a pop and denki pat his back pocket to reassure himself that he had it. "alright, and i brought an extra bottle in care you lose yours again-"

denki groaned and followed as you and mima started your walk out past the gate. "it was one time months ago in training, people get bottles mixed up." the lighthearted excuse was met with laughter that carried you three into a rather pleasant conversation on your way down the hill. once you reached the bottom, you got your chosen means of transport ready and started going to the skate park.

closed for construction.

just your luck. and yeah, you were about to curse out the sign and even kick the chains a little while sulking, but then mina insisted it was a good opportunity to go around the area to see what had changed since you three had last gotten out.

denki, knowing you'd probably stop at a bodega before you three headed to get the ramen he'd listed on the day's itinerary, happily agreed and was quick to drag you away from the chained fences.

a lot of the exploration was done without much talking. you were all focused on moving and observing, but it didn't take away from how together it was. you were sharing this, learning and moving forward as a group, and it felt really freeing considering going to the mall got kind of old after the first ten trips.

and yes, you stopped at a bodega where you each bought some snacks for yourselves and other friends back at school.

by the time you were heading to the restaurant, the sun was starting to set. you three were definitely beyond hungry, but your permits only allowed so much time out.

you all ordered to go, and then were quick to take your food back up to the school (without your wheels, walking was easier).

"hopefully the ramps open up again soon." you three were finally walking back onto campus, silently but mutually agreeing that it'd be nice to continue the day with you three sitting out in front of your compound for dinmer.

"i actually liked going around the city more." denki put his board down and started using it to head to the dorms. he was a lot more free to skate than he was down the hill, but apparently he preferred the latter.

"really? the sidewalks were kinda crowded." mina felt it the most. a lot of people moved more for the skateboarder, but mina had to sort of waddle through.

"maybe we can ask aizawa if cementos could... i don't know... pull a favor or two in one of the training facilities?" they loved your way of thinking. you were already one of cementos' favorite students with the way you clearly, outwardly admired his quirk.

"we really are on the same wavelength." mina stretched after putting her things down onto the grass.

"you sound like that 'spiritually aligned' guy on tiktok-"

"and this is where you stop talking and eat your dinner, skaterboy." another laugh went around among the three virgins skaters of UA.

yeah. saturday afternoons were good.

even when denki dropped more than half of his ramen after laughing at an incredibly stupid reference you made.

#x male reader #xmale!readerblog #x gender neutral reader #nonbinary #x nonbinary reader #my hero academia #fanfic #denki kaminari #mha x male reader #mina ashido #mina x male reader #bnha #read with me lovelies

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knight-queen · 3 years

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Black Wolves Saga Bloody Nightmare (Common Plot Part 1)

This game covers 200+ memories and but I were to translate them individually, it will take me forever which no way I want lmao. So I decided to make the whole game into parts, specially the common plot. Each parts hopefully ends with a red-splash thing. I know it may sound inconvenient but I found it as a best option. The main thing I am worried is the selection things because they are so long and I hope God will help me to arrange the whole story smoothly <3

The sky is weeping. Weeping for grieving over the sorrowful event that is going to happen right away.

Large droplets of rain hit the ground. Some approaching sounds of footsteps mixed with such groaning rain could be heard from far away. Gradually, gradually.

The village which is more likely has sank inside the darkness has yet to notice the impending crisis.

???: ーー...It’s raining...brother.

???: ーー...Hmph. What is wrong, Rath? You are scared?

Rath: No, it’s not….It’s not like that...Brother, it’s raining awfully too much.

???: ーー...Raining? You are wrong, these are tears.

Rath: Tears? …...What do you mean?

???: God of the Weblin is crying. He is feeling sorrow for these humans after all.

Rath: Human...human...HUMAN...I hate them.

???: If so then kill them. Paint your heart with those emotions. Wolves do not need any heart inside them.

Looks like they appeared out of nowhere. Unscared of this rain, two human-looking persons were standing in the middle of the village.

One of them is tall figued. Another one is a young man still in the mid-way of becoming an adult.

Those are the eyes of fellows, ash colored beasts, the eyes which were shining like sparkles, like starving for flames and blood.

???: ーMove forward.

He commanded splitting a single word.

*Wolves howling sounds*

*Village was set to fire*

Female Resident 1: Heeeeehhh…!

Howling wolves are screaming as if they are proceeding by tearing through the rain.

As the people are uproaring in panic, the man’s smile inside the rain deepens.

A beautiful smile that one cannot overlook if the situation would allow you.

???: Kukukuh...Devour it all. These human’s blood, flesh andーーeverything.

Female Resident 1: KYAAAAAAAAAAA!! Wolves!? Why, what are they here....!!

Male Resident 1: Just run…!! Hurry and take our kids to….gh, kyaaa!!

???: ーIt’s pointless.

The howl of wolves that vibrates the dark night. Plus their accumulated screams rise one by one, and the echo disappears in an instant.

The sound that could be heard next was the pulling sound of something heavy. Pulling human bodies one after another.

*BG turns to an wolf eating flesh*

The next sound that could be heard was the chewing sounds of the wolves mixed with rain-water. Those wolves were slicing humans as if they were nothing more than baits.

Female resident 1: Kyaaaaayaaaaaaaaaa!! Stopp….ughuh….!!

*Blood splash*

An awkward chewing sound was resounded from all around by getting mixed with raining sound.

At the same time, the scent of blood which was not getting erased even with incessant rain spread around. It stirs up the instincts of the wolves as well.

???: Fufh...it has a very beautiful timbre. Human’s shierkings are the best comfort. I hope you will not mind letting me hear more.

From the shadows of the wolves’ flock, someone stretched their hand by appealing for help.

Strengthless, yet that person was shivering and struggling like has gotten twitched.

???: Just die, shameless.

*Blood splash*

That person has stopped moving right away.

From human, to object. To alive, to dead. From a mass of protein, to a piece of flesh.

All left now is the despicable sound of water that wolves are using to satisfy their hungry stomach, but that could be heard inside of darkness.

???: More, fill your stomach more. Eat them all….

The male’s heart gets filled with screams and frustration. Meanwhile, a villager seemed to run away in sight of that man.

That person is a villager. His destination will probably be the stable. His intention for now is to ask his neighbouring villagers to help him out by riding on a fast horse.

Once he manages to get on the horse, then wolves or something like that will be unable to interfere with him.

???: ...Guillan.

He muttered by calling that name.

Guillan: Hiyaaaaaa~! What’s up, Arles? Isn’t it just a waste of time to kill that ugly jackass?

Arles: ーIt is an order.

Guillan: Tch, how boorish. ...Well then I am gonna kill ‘em in boldly, ‘kay? Just watch me will yaaa’ー?

Along with sliced-through-wind sound, silver light breaks through the dark night. Then he immediately scratched off the man’s head who was trying to reach the horse-stable.

Resident 1: Guggh…!!

*blood splash*

Slashed fresh blood. But that immediately got mixed and soaked with rain and soil respectively.

*Shoots*

Guillan: I hit itー! Wooooooh! Oi, they’re seriously tiny sized fish. Guess it’s worth it to get more of ‘em still alive?

The headless villager trumple down to the ground with a thud. Right there was a flock of wolves. Soon enough, they could be seen devouring by chewing him.

They slurp down the fresh blood as they apart the flesh. Gushed and overflowed red with rain droplets have become one and they both are ending up being mud.

Guillan: Ahh, that guy is fukin’ ugly. Me the great don’t wanna see him, so gonna mess him up.

*Shoots*

Guillan: Hiyaaa! Cool, cool. Kindly just pass away, ugly humans.

*Another shoot*

Guillan: Hiyahahahah! Now it becomes easier to eat, yah? Eat ‘em more, ‘cuz they are merely chunks of “meat” anyways, kay?

*Blood splash*

Guillan: Ooh, It’s damn boring for some reason. It’d be better if they would fight back more. Just hunting isn’t fun though?

Arles: ーShut up. It is my order.

Guillan: Oh goodness, I smash ‘em all just as you wished right? You knoooow, wolves sob if you don’t compliment them.

Arles: ...Alright.

*Arles pats Guillan*

Guillan: Kukukuh...I like that side of yours. Oi, shall I butcher ‘em more?

*gets ready the spin-blade*

The young man called Guillan, at his fingertips, there is the dangerous weapon that reaped out the life of the villager is rotating making a humming sound.

It is a weapon called chakram, a weird weapon where one has to bag fingers into it and hurl at the distant target by being very concentrative.

Every single part of it’s external is made out of blade, the users will get hurt if they make an error in holding that.

The perfect owner of that weapon, that young man, was really suited to using that.

*Shoots + Blood flash*

Guillan: Arlesーwhat ‘bout attacking a bigger place? As you can see, It’s been a while since this miny village’s gone hollow.

They aren’t even responding a thing. Darning borin’. They are fukin villagers after all. Seriously trash yeah?

More, more and more, let’s do somethin’ more entertainingー?

*Shoots again*

Guillan: Hiyaaa, hiyaaaaaa, hiyaaaaaaaaahーhhh!!! Blooood, blooood, blood-blood-blood-blood, gotta chop off everything wooo!

Although he seems to have lost his mind, at the same time, the Charkram shoot off from his fingertips and hunts the prey by spinning through the rain and wind.

*Blood splash + stab sound*

Female Resident 1: KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAー!!

His attitude is potent, and his talent is that not only was he able to master a very difficult weapon, he mastered hunting a target very comfortably and easily. That skill of his is very well-known.

Arles: ...Fufh, you are right. We can begin to prey upon a larger city onward. We must make those humans...suffer, more suffer.

Kill more...we must kill them more. We must erase them entirely.

Guillan: Hiyahah! Sounds great...I can’t wait…

Among the wolves as they run, hunt and howl in the rain, those two’s conversations are like talkings between a child and his corresponding guardian.

Right after, Arles starts gazing on the other side.

Arles: ...What is Rath doing?

Guillan: Rath? Oh...you mean that rookie huh. Wasn’t he just hunting the foolish who were simply trynna escape over there.

He doesn’t seem to like murder thing that much. Don’t really think he is your younger bro.

Arles: ...Rath is still immature. If he abandons his emotions, he should be able to kill humans.

Guillan: Abandon emotions? He’d feel more at ease if he’d just do fun stuff and stop thinking about troublesome shits.

*Spins his Chakram*

Guillan: Hiyyaaah! ‘Kay then, I’m gonna rampage a lil’ more.

Arles: Do not let even a single one be alive. Kill everyone except wolves, seize the souls of everyone. Everyone.

Guillan: I’m down for itー! Bossー!

The scent of blood, as well as the screams and everything which is happening gets erased in the rain, doesn’t even reach anyone.

Now this small village has turned into a hunting ground for wolves.

Arles: ...Rath.

Rath: ……

After shifting places with guillan, the young man has shown up as if he gets out from the dark.

Arles: What were you doing?

Rath: ...Nothing particular. I was killing them. Just as you told me.

Arles: Do not worry, Rath. Set on fire after the rain stops.

Rath: ...Yeah. I know, brother.

Arles: We are doing this in order to let it know what happened. We want the foolish subjects of Weblin to realize the existence of us, the wolves.

Take everything away, their houses, lands, and lives so that they cannot even think about coming to these places again.

Rath: ...Big brother, I know.

Arles: If you know then respond. The leader of this flock is me.

Rath: ...Yeah.

Arles: Rath, do not think about the points that much. Listen to your own insects inside you. Sound yourself more like “kill humans!”

Rath: ...I know, brother. I know!!

Arles: Say it, you will kill them.

Rath: I will kill. I will...kill humans.

Arles: Say it once more. It is an order.

Rath: ...Kill, kill, kill...kill. I will kill...kill...kill. I will kill, kill...kill, kill, kill, kill them.

I must kill them.

Arles: Rath, do not hesitate. You are not allowed to forget what they did to us.

Rath: Kill, kill, kill, kill. Yeah...I will kill them.

Arles: Alright...time to go. Fire up.

A small nod, then the young man disappeared out of sight just like he faded away in the dark.

Arles: ...Kukukuh.

The male chuckles as he is glaring at this hellish disaster.

Arles: Other races etc, just devour all of them. Wreck them out and get rid of everything.

Look, the God of Weblin. This is the beginning of the wolves’ revenge. If you say our race is cursed, then I dare you to curse more.

Kukukuh, hahahah, HAAHAAHHAHAHAH!

As the bloody-rain continues, the man who stood in the middle of this tragic place was the king of the wolves.

Weblin Kingdom

It is a small kingdom which is lying at a corner of the continent thronged with great powers.

Garibaldi family of the Cat species rules it. Surrounded by abundant and strict atmosphere, Weblin is undoubtedly standing as an solitary island on the continent.

While wearing armor called “Nature which prevents aggression”, this kingdom was flourishing as an independent civilization on the continent.

The one that holds domination power is the species called ‘Cats’.

In this world the species that exist are ー1) ’Cats’

2) Human

3) Wolves

4) And the rare species are ‘Rat’

5) Lion

6) Dog

7) Rabbit

When wolves and humans hand over the top of the Weblin to the Cats, the races living there including the rare ones were being dominated.

Hundred of years passed after its founding, although there were clan’s barriers in it, Weblin was still a harmonious and splendid country which existed in a beautiful environment.

Exactly like this, until ten years ago.

As the history progressed, Cats and other races of Weblin were producing a few number of frictions.

Exploiting takes place right one after another. The relationship between the tribes finally began to be disputed.

There was a rebellion that occurred ten years ago.

A wolf guard-knight who used to work for the Weblin kingdom had turned the sword towards one of the members of the royal family.

Cats who ruled Weblin, and the one who ruled on their top of that was the royal family Garibaldi. Treasoning that family was a very heavy sin.

That guard-knight’s residence was disrupted and so after he was driven out from the country. However一the uproar still was not all over.

That uproar was not only between Wolves and Cats but involved in every other race.

一And thereupon, a big plague had assaulted the country.

A brutal death-disease called “Zodiva” 一 so called this disease by human and it was in trend.

This may dye the sufferer’s skin into black color and may also end up completely spoiling the brain-tissues. And this unknown caused plague will eventually lead the affected individual into madness.

Wherein a rumour takes place which is “Wolves are the reasons behind the origin of this plague.” This rumour got spread across many regions in no time.

The people of the villages and towns that wolves attacked were feared, that thoroughly-outbroken disease was the wolves’ curse.

And eventually that ‘Zodiva’ name becomes identified as ‘Madness-disease by Wolves.’

In order to sweep away the fear of such people, the Weblin Kingdom Garibaldi VI had announced a certain rule.

一 “Genociding Wolves Law”

“Behead the wolves who are the origin of the nation-wrecking disease.”

Balanced relationships between the clans that had been preserved for 100 years have decisively collapsed after coming this far.

The decree to protect yourself from the wolf species was warranted as a reason to hunt the wolf species behind anyone’s notices.

In the fear of Zodiva, the other clans started wildly joining in wolves-hunting and had decided to exterminate them.

ーAnd ten years have passed since then.

Due to the dramatic decrease of wolves, the impact of Zodiva has also descended.

However, the wolves killing law that Garibaldi VI had published still continued to function without undo.

The wolves species began to decrease so much as if it was an endangered species.

By changing the wolves’ position to be preyed on, the cats became more and more absolute strength owners.

Weblin, unlike the outer places where the plague was not spreaded, is now belonging to cats…

ーIt was an absolute monarchy.

Place: Weblin Kingdom Castle一 Corridor

Auger: …?

Hm, I just heard a voice. As I was walking leisurely in the hallway, I stopped and brought up my ear to listen to something interesting or not.

(Hmmm? What kind of conversation would they possibly have in such a place like this.)

Waiting Maid 1: Hey tell me, did you two heard a rumour about a witch?

Waiting Maid 2: A witch?

Waiting Maid 3: Yeah, rumour about the witch of Charmessen (Beautiful Forest)?

Waiting Maid 1: Oh yeah exactly. You know, it’s said that there’s a witch in the Charmessen forest.

Waiting Maid 2: Yes, I have heard about it a little. It was about like the witch from the Charmessen forest is cursing the Weblin by wielding a disaster, right?

Waiting Maid 3: Exactly, as you see the northward village has been raided up and destroyed by the wolves recently.

Waiting Maid 2: Very miserable indeed… After eating and killing the people regardless of their gender and age, they even set the places on fire.

Waiting Maid 1: Yeah, I talked to a member of knighthood who was dispatched later on…

It was not cool to ask him but, he turned pale after saying it wasn’t something that humans could do.

Waiting Maid 3: Even a brave knight has averted his eyes, it means it was a terrible spectacle indeed…

Waiting Maid 1: Same goes for the impact on the wolves, I heard the witch is manipulating the wolves to attack everyone.

Waiting Maid 2: Eeh? But what the witch would possibly achieve by making the wolves attack down.

Waiting Maid 3: You know, it’s something that I have heard though...because the witch wants to have an eternal life, she will need so many sacrificial victims.

Waiting Maid 1: Then she is making the wolves hunt the villages or towns to get so many sacrificed people...I am scared now.

Waiting Maid 2: Talking about being scared...recently the Garibaldi Majesty IV keeps getting in weak condition. I am scared of what if something bad happens.

Waiting Maid 1: You’re right. Majesty’s condition just keeps getting frailed lately…

Waiting Maid 3: Raids by wolves, Zodiva, Witch and so many threatening stuff are going on. So I would like the Majesty to hang on there…

Waiting Maid 2: Rather, isn’t it okay to hand over the royal to His Highness Mejojo really quick?

Waiting Maid 1: Hush…! How can you handle it if it goes to others’ ears…!?

Waiting Maid 3: As she said, no matter how number one royal successor Lord Mejojo is, don’t say so confirmly that he is going to be the next heir.

Expecting Garibaldi VI is going to pass out is something considered as the crime of treason you know?

Waiting Maid 2: ...R- right...kh. I am so sorry for being careless.

The silence that stares around for a while continues. The three of them are more likely to sweat over what they will do if somebody would hear their conversations.

Auger: (Seriously, you ought to be careful since you don’t know if somebody had a chance to hear you or not.)

That’s right. For example, just like this, there was a possibility that the twin brother of the next royal successor prince Mejojo Von Garibaldi has been taking a peek in your conversations.

(Everyone likes gossiping about rumours afterall~ I also don’t hate it though)

I like it even more if it comes out handy for me.

Waiting Maid 1: That being said...It just pops up in my mind. The disagreements between the Garibaldi Majesty VI and his twin princess came out pretty much a fact.

Waiting Maid 2: Eh? No kidding?

Waiting Maid 3: Oh, I heard about that too. Let me go back umm...it was about Lady Eleanora and Rayrie, yeah?

Waiting Maid 2: Lady Eleanora and Rayrie…? Who are you talking about? Was there anybody with those names?

Waiting Maid 1: Ohh, you have moved here recently. Both Lady Eleanora and Rayrie are Majesty Garibaldi VI’s wives.

Waiting Maid 2: Oh yes, that’s why...I felt like I heard those names before.

But surely both of them had passed away right?

Waiting Maid 1: ...Yeah. It’s been many years since Lady Eleanora and Rayrie had passed away.

Waiting Maid 2: I see. Guess no matter how newcomer I am or other maidens, you are gonna know those names today or tomorrow.

If that is the case then...it means Majesty Garibaldi VI is very sorry.

Waiting Maid 1: Eh? Why’s that?

Waiting Maid 2: Because both of his wives have passed out pretty early, no?

Waiting Maid 1: ………

Waiting Maid 3: ………

Waiting Maid 2: Eh? What’s wrong with the two of you? Did I just...say something weird?

Waiting Maid 3: ...You say something weird or not, Err well...looks like you still don’t know yet, so I shall inform you about that.

Waiting Maid 2: E- eh?

Waiting Maid 1: Talking about Lady Eleanora and Reyrie are prohibited in the interior of the castle. Even if you split them accidentally, you are gonna be dismissed.

Waiting Maid 2: Di- dismissed…?

Waiting Maid 3: Told you right? Lady Eleanora and Reyrie contents are the main reason for the bad patches between His Majesty and his princes.

Waiting Maid 2: Eeh? What does that mean?

Waiting Maid 1: Well you see…

Auger: (Looks like the time has arrived)

*Footsteps*

Waiting Maid 1: …!

Waiting Maid 2: …!

Waiting Maid 3: …!!

I purposely straightened my neck up and showed up from the place that I have silently been hiding.

The maidens who were blooming like a flower while ridiculously chattering a minute ago, are instantly turning into pale blue.

That’s not surprising either. Because the rumoured person that was being chased by these ladies’ curious minds has presented his appearance.

Auger: Hey there, what three of you were talking about? Would you please let me join too? I love those kinds of conversations.

With an intentional carefree and light voice, I asked if it would be okay to accompany them.

Obvious enough, they turn around their heads side to side with immense vigor.

Waiting Maid 1: W- we are terribly sorry, your highness Auger...we are taking our leaves…!

Waiting Maid 2: Kindly excuse our silliness…!

Auger: Eeeh, aren’t you going a bit over? I had already heard every single word of what you just talked about. That being said, you also mentioned something like ‘you will get dismissed’, no?

Waiting Maid 1: N- not at all…! No way…! If I had misunderstood something...kh, I- I am begging your forgiveness…

Auger: Nope, now way I will pardon you right? You are gonna die here.

Waiting Maid 1: Hhhee…!!

*that maiden falls down*

Auger: So, what are you upto? Oh right, you also intended to say that yeaaa.

Waiting Maid 2: W- we are begging...your pardon...gh!

Auger: Oh jeez, do not let out that loud voice. It’s earsore.

...I am a royal master musician. My ears are very sharp. And you can tell it clearly by looking at those ears, no? Or perhaps you humans can’t possibly get what I meant.

Look carefully, my ears are really great. I may end up hearing every single thing.

Waiting Maid 2: ...R- right.

Auger: That- is- why, if you talk about such things for a second time...I will kill you.

Waiting Maid 3: ...hhhgh…!!

Auger: Your response, lil’ human girls?

Waiting Maid 3: A- alright!! Your highness Auger!!

Waiting Maid 2: W- we beg our excuse…!

While the three parties fairly raised their voices, the ladies got dismissed from that place in no time.

Auger: Looks like there're so many rumours spreading out...Fufu, rumours are pretty fun I guess…?

I slothly resumed to start wandering while giggling.

Although it has declined, the effect of Zodiva still has not reached zero.

The raids on the towns-villages by the wolves.

The same time when those situations got paired, other threatening rumours also got spread in a blink of an eye.

Auger: (Even the ‘father is passing out’ being a rumour...mhm, pretty interesting indeed)

I was able to hear something very amusing while loitering around looking for cool news.

I’m also telling this great news to my big brother.

I have to set it up since brother has a serious gaze. He may also not be gonna tease about it like me.

Let’s make it more interesting if that’s what the case is, okey?

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Hi, I was just wondering if you had ever thought about what would have happened in your story "Hollowed Moon" if you had continued it. I always thought it was such an interesting setup that could have gone in so many different directions. And there really aren't other stories focusing on Stevonnie and Spinel, so it was unique!

Hiya!

So, I do have some half-written, half-plotted out material to share. I gave this story some consideration the other day, and came to the decision that I don't have the desire to finish it out, alas- I have far too many other active WIPs to add it to the list. There's a few good reasons why I discontinued it, anyways... intimidation over the huge surge of attention it was getting back in 2019, some rude comments from overzealous Spinel fans, (I know everyone isn't like this, but a certain segment of the Spinel side of the SU fandom kinda burned me over time, hhh), and a future chapter containing a sensitive topic that I wasn't in a good headspace to write about at the time.

But! Anyways! Below the cut is all the existing material I have for Hollowed Moon past chapter 14, consisting of a mixture of descriptions, sketchy dialogue, and prose. It honestly feels nice to finally be able to put this story to an official rest.

Chapter 15

“I... I saw her.”

“Who-?”

“I saw Pink Diamond. I saw you, in this exact garden, in a dream. I- it was like I was experiencing everything through her. She explained your game, tapped your nose and told you to smile, then warped away—“

“That’s it, that’s what happened, almost exactly! But how could you even know that, I never—“

“I don’t know,” they blurt out. “I have empathic abilities, and sometimes that makes dreaming a little weird, but I have no idea how or why I saw any of this.”

[Pause for Stevonnie to think]

“Spinel, I’m so, so sorry,” they whisper brokenly. “But I think... she left you here.”

“What...?”

“She said she’d return, but before she warped away she whispered goodbye, like she didn’t actually intend to make good on that promise. She was lying to you,” they choke out, voice thick.

“No. No,” she says in clear denial, “no she’s not. She can’t be! She told me she’d come back! I can wait! I just have to wait—“

“But she’s not! She... she can’t, because Pink Diamond is gone. She- she was shattered, Spinel. Five thousand years ago, on the Earth. I- I should’ve told you this from the beginning, and I didn’t, and I- I’m so, so sorry—! But she left you behind, and now she’s never coming back.”

[Silence. Tears brim in Spinel’s eyes. Her eyes grow dark, pained, and then she glares at Stevonnie with such venom it almost knocks them backwards in alarm. ]

“NO!” she screams, tears streaming down her faded pink cheeks.

[She tears her feet up from the roots and runs away, using her arms like an orangutan to vault herself forward super fast so Stevonnie can’t catch her.]

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Chapter 16

AN: Content warning for self-shattering attempt. Part of the reason why I had to stop writing this story at the time. I considered pushing the plot another way, but it didn't feel authentic to how I believed this scenario would play out for Spinel when she didn't have a direct target for her anger. Without someone to actively be jealous and upset AT, I could only imagine her breaking inwards instead of outwards, feeling that she's utterly failed in her life's purpose. Nothing more than a description for this chapter... and it'd be a short one.

[When Stevonnie finds her, she’s smashing her fists against her gem in her sheer anguish. She’s already cracked it. She’s glitching. It looks terribly painful. She’s about to strike her gem again when Stevonnie intervenes.]

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Chapter 17

[Post timely intervention. Spinel is still cracked at this moment, though... her form glitching as she cries.]

“I was... her best friend,” she cries, fat, glistening tears streaming down her cheeks. “I was supposed to make her happy! Why wasn’t she happy? Why didn’t she come back?“

[Spinel reasoning that maybe if Pink came back for her, she wouldn’t have been shattered in the first place]

“What did I do wrong?” she whispers hoarsely, gazing pleadingly into Stevonnie’s eyes. “Wha- what am I doing? Why do I wanna hurt myself so badly?”

“Shh, now,” they reply, tears of their own brimming at the crease of their eyes, and pull Spinel’s head to their chest. “I’ve got you...”

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Chapter 18

They know their throat is tight, and their voice scratchy. They know they’ve never sung this song in front of another living being, since it’s something personal they composed alone on one of their late nights back on Earth, thinking about all the difficult days Steven and Connie have had to face over the months. Pair this with their active crying, and there’s no way their singing will be anything pretty.

But pretty doesn’t matter right now.

Stevonnie opens their lips, and— clutching the broken hearted Gem close, rhythmically rocking with her back and forth— lets the wandering melody emerge from within.

“I guess I have to face That in this awful place I shouldn’t show a trace Of doubt...”

“But pulled against the grain I feel a little pain That I would rather do Without...”

“I’d rather be Free, free Free...”

[Hoarse, Spinel starts singing with them.]

“I’d rather be Free, free Free...”

“Free, free Free...”

“From here...”

[Stevonnie holds her tight while crying, their tears healing it back up.]

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Chapter 19

AN: Don't have anything but a single bit of dialogue in this chapter note- I'm assuming I intended it as being a good few hours after the events of chapters 16-18... when Spinel has calmed down a little and has a moment to reflect on the upsetting news she's just received.

“I think... I always knew,” she says, voice hoarse. “In a way. It was so obvious how she felt about me.

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Chapter ?

AN: From here on out, the plot hasn't been split into individual chapters.

[At some point shortly after chapter 19, Lars and his crew locate Stevonnie in the garden, and pick them and Spinel up. The next few bits of dialogue and description takes place on the ship.]

Rutile twins: “I haven’t heard of Spinels being produced in over five millennia.” “Me neither!”

Rhodonite: “Yeah, I heard they stopped making them entirely after the rebellion on Pink’s colony.”

[A bit of overwhelming conversation later, no one really noticing Spinel's conflicted emotional response to so many Gems hovering around her at once.]

Padparadscha: “I predict that you’re both going to make Spinel feel very uncomfortable aboard this ship.”

Rhodonite: “I’m sorry, we don’t exactly meet new Gems every century.”

Rutile twins: “Yes!” “It’s just been us until we met our captain!”

Fluorite: “Our new huuuuman friend helped us escape the tunnels on Homeworld. Now... we’re slooowly making our way back... to Earth.”

Spinel: “Earth?? You’re going to Pink’s world? But why? I heard she... was shattered.”

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[Spinel feeling a sense of kinship with the idea that there’s other Gems who didn’t serve their rightful purpose and are now escaping their life on Homeworld to be free of that. Because now, without her Diamond, since she was unable to keep her happy, she’s an Off Color too. She failed her given purpose same as them.]

[Discussion of Earth, and the rebellion, and how there’s Gems living free there. And how Pink’s colony was siphoning life away, and that’s what these Gems were fighting to protect. Stevonnie points out all the plants and wildlife that used to live in the garden, and asks her if she felt happier when it was around. Spinel says yes. Stevonnie says that this is what the Diamonds are destroying, with each lifeless colony they forge. Everywhere they go, dead wildlife lies in their wake.]

Spinel: “I... guess I never thought of it that way.”

[(Stevonnie adds...) And while they’re very sorry for the personal connection there, and can’t imagine how painful that must be, that’s why Pink Diamond was shattered.]

[Spinel is given an open choice... Lars gives the invitation to stay with him and the Off Colors, and Stevonnie offers for her to come with them back to Earth. It's not a hard decision for her in the end, though. She's always dreamed of seeing what was once Pink’s planet, ever since she heard the Diamonds bequeath it to her.]

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Stevonnie: “Okay, so… before we go, I need to be honest with you about something." [deep breath] "I’m actually a fusion of two separate people who are close friends. You... know what fusion is, right?”

Spinel: “Duh, o’course! What, d’ya think I was made yesterday?”

[...]

Stevonnie: “But even with that, I can’t be together as me all the time. Steven and Connie, the two who come together to form me... they love hanging out with each other so much, but they also have their own lives! Other friends, other hobbies, their own families. They still talk when they’re apart, but they know it’s okay to do things alone, too. Do you know why I’m telling you this?”

Spinel: [shakes head no] “No...?”

Stevonnie: [sighs] “I understand you’ve been left behind. Believe me, I know how bad that feels. So the last thing I wanna do is make you think I’m doing that too.”

Spinel: “Y-you— you’re going away?” Stevonnie: “Unfusing, yes.” Spinel: “But Stevonnie, you—“ Stevonnie: “Spinel. No matter what, you are my friend. Steven and Connie consider you a friend, too. And my hope is that you’ll keep making a whole bunch more on Earth, so you’ll always have people around who know and love you. But that can’t always be me, okay?“

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[At home... on Earth. There's a bit of a close call for Pearl when Spinel arrives, and recognizes her as Pink's second pearl. This is news for Garnet and Amethyst and Steven, the first of which had somewhat suspected that Pearl used to be in the diamonds' service, but never knew for sure. Pearl, of course... can't say much on this due to her gag order... not that anyone else knows about that yet... but does manage a very concise and PD=RQ free explanation about her past in Pink's court, and her transition towards being a Crystal Gem:]

Pearl: “Rose Quartz set me free, and I’ve been a part of the rebellion ever since.”

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[At some point between the last scene and the next, mention how Spinel had a bit of a relapse... she ended up poofing herself, and reformed differently. A little bit closer to the smudged mascara and frayed pigtails look of canon, but no rotated heart. Unlike in canon, she has a solid support system amongst the Crystal Gems, and she's working hard to recover from the heartbreak of Pink's abandonment.]

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[Final scene is set post A Single Pale Rose. Steven and Connie fuse, and Stevonnie goes to find Spinel to check in on how she's taking the news. The final line of the fic is as follows:]

Spinel: “I know you’re not her, not really. And I know you’ll always be a better person than she ever was. But in some silly cyclical way... back in that garden... it’s almost like Pink came back for me after all.”

#su #spinel #stevonnie #su fanfiction #my fic stuff #hollowed moon #this isn't REALLY 'my fic stuff' since it's unwritten but #i think it deserves to be here. this is the full unfinished plot of a fic that got the most exposure of anything i've ever shared in fandom

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