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Hiii! I really like your work and I saw your post about asking for ideas. Can you please do a Neteyam x metkayina!reader where the reader is the eldest daughter of Ronal and Tonowari, she is likely a teacher of the children in clan 🥰🥰🥰.
stop i love this sm! i hope i can do your request justice 🥰
beautiful girl
pairing: neteyam x metkayina!reader
requested: yes
summary: neteyam and reader clicked instantly because of their mutual responsibilities and expectations from being the eldest children of their families. from the moment they talked and opened up to each other, they were attached at the hip. they both grow to have feelings for each other, but they are both oblivious to it.
type: fluff
warnings: reader is female, takes place a few months after the sully’s arrive, in this fic the rda doesn’t find the sullys after they flee to the metkayina clan!!, stop i loved writing this sm, please give me suggestions for the little girl’s name!, the kids “break time” includes their lunch + obviously a break so its about an hour and 30 minutes
a/n: anon i hope it’s okay that i changed the original storyline a bit (referring to the red text in warnings), gif is not mine, sorry i haven’t posted in a bit! i was busy ☺️
word count: 864
Being the eldest daughter of the Olo’eyktan and Tsahìk definitely was not easy. y/n constantly received lectures from her parents (more so her mother) because of her free-spirited behavior. She loved her parents, don’t get her wrong, it’s just sometimes they were so strict. Not to mention, she always got the blame for what her siblings (mostly Ao’nung, not so much Tsireya) did. Being she was the eldest, she was expected to always look after them.
One of the only people who understood her struggles was her best friend Neteyam. Neteyam and his family had to flee their home and move here because of the sky people. Even though many people from the clan didn’t accept him at first, y/n did. When she first saw him, she thought he was one of the most breathtaking boys she had ever saw.
y/n was the one who taught him all he knows now. He had caught on quickly because y/n was such an amazing teacher. She had to be, really, considering she taught the little children of the clan multiple times a week.
Speaking of which, that was what y/n was doing at the moment. She was standing in the shallow water with the children of her people.
“Little one, come back here!” y/n called after the little girl. The girl only giggled in response as y/n chased her. “Got you!” y/n smiled as she picked her up and walked her back to the group. The little girl clung onto y/n as she tried to put her down.
y/n sighed and held onto her bottom with one arm as she told the other kids that is was their breaktime. The little girl wrapped her arms around y/n and laid her head on her shoulder. y/n faintly smiled and shook her head.
Standing by a nearby tree, Neteyam watched the scene in front of him. He couldn’t help but find his best friend (and crush) ethereal whenever she taught and looked after the children. He couldn’t help but fall harder for her everytime he watched such a sight.
Suddenly feeling someone stare at her, y/n turned around and saw Neteyam. Immediately her face lit up and her smile brightened. Neteyam’s heart swelled. Oh, how he loved her smile. To him, it was the most beautiful sight in the world.
“Is there something on my face?” y/n looked curiously at Neteyam.
He laughed and shook his head, “No. There’s nothing there.”
“Then why are you staring at me?” If it was even possible, her smile widened.
“You just look beautiful is all,” Neteyam smiled.
y/n’s ears and cheeks turned purple, “Don’t do that.”
“What do you mean? I didn’t do anything,” Neteyam laughed again.
“Oh, you liar. You know what you did,” y/n lightly pushed him with her free hand. Neteyam feigned an offended face and put his hands up. “But seriously, how come you’re here?”
“I just wanted to see my favorite girl. Plus I was bored so I figured I’d come and bother you,” Neteyam shrugged and smiled.
y/n rolled her eyes, “Okay, well, I have a class to teach so either you sit there and be quiet or go away and bother someone else.”
“Okay, okay! I’ll be quiet!” Neteyam sat down with the rest of the kids.
y/n rolled her eyes at him and tapped on the back of the girl in her arms, “Little one, you have to get down now. I’m afraid our break is over and I have to get back to teaching you and the other children.”
“Aw, c’mon! I was just getting comfy!” The little girl whined as she tried to wiggle out of her arms. y/n placed her down.
“I know, I’m sorry,” y/n laughed silently to herself as she watched the little girl sit down next to Neteyam.
y/n looked at the other kids playing in the water and called out, “Children! Break time is over!” She watched as the kids stopped playing and ran over to sit down with Neteyam and the little girl.
“Okay, now, let’s resume what we were talking about earlier. Can anyone tell me what we were discussing?” y/n smiled at the kids as a little boy raised his hand. “Yes?”
“We were talking about slowing our heartbeat and breathing!”
“Correct! Now that I already explained to you all what it is, I will show you how to do it and then we will practice. Neteyam,” she looked at the eldest boy, “will you be my demonstration please?”
Neteyam smiled and walked over next to her, “of course.”
She looked back at the children, “Now, when you are trying to slow your heartbeat, remember you have to breathe from down here,” y/n placed her hand on Neteyam’s stomach. “If you breathe from your lungs, it simply will not work.”
Neteyam felt his heart race at the physical contact between them. No matter how many deep breaths he took, he couldn’t slow down his heart.
“Ma Nete, you heart is racing. Is everything okay?” She looked at him.
“Yeah, yeah! Everything’s fine!” He gave a nervous smile.
“Whatever you say,” she sighed and turned back to the kids. “Who wants to go first?”
#neteyam x reader#avatar (2022)#avatar (2009)#jake sully#neytiri#atwow#neteyam#tsireya#avatar#ao’nung
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Warning About A Plagiarizing Fic Author
*edit: FIC HAS BEEN TAKEN DOWN OFF AO3! Her blog posts here on tumblr however remain up so I ask that this keep circulating.
*Edit again: all accounts appear to have been taken down, and all blogs look down save for her @k-9bails account which she had the audacity to use to try to follow me again. I’ve got a reblog with all the relevant updates but I’m adding it here, too.
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Right. Time for the callout post, since the thief has refused to answer my messages or take down the fic. Before we start: do not send her hate mail. At most, I’m looking for firm requests that she take down her fic and, as you’ll see, all the blog posts where she’s stolen content from me. Mostly I’m just trying to apply firm pressure so she takes all the stolen work down, and so that people are aware of what she’s doing so she can’t do this to anyone else. So, let’s start.
If you’re in the Daredevil fandom on tumblr and AO3 at all, you might have heard of my fic The Red Thread about a psychic reader/OC referred to as Jane Hind/The Hound, who can see, via third eye, psychic threads of connection between people, animals, and beloved objects. It’s this fic that’s been blatantly plagiarized by @k9bails (who’s blocked me at present, so here’s the link to her main blog which I managed to access before I was blocked). Her fic on AO3 is called Legend, under the username K9bails. She’s also got a side blog called @k-9bails which appears less active, and a wattpad profile here, so please, if you write, make sure your work hasn’t been stolen. She’s only got the first chapter as of today, but it’s already full of stolen material, and her blog is absolutely bursting at the seams with things she’s stolen from me. Fortunately, before she blocked me, I was able to get screenshots, both of the fic just in case she edited it later, and her blog (which I had to screenshot on PC, so apologies for messiness). I’ve made a report to AO3 (please DO NOT report it on AO3, they prefer only one person do the reporting so that the volunteer team isn’t overwhelmed) and I am awaiting word back. But she’s also got my stuff all over her tumblr, and since she’s ignored my messages, it’s time to post it, since she’s active in the fandom and I don’t want her taking anyone else’s work.
Let’s start with the main bit from her fic. Left side is my first chapter, right side is her fic. If you’ve read TRT, you know that the concept of psychic threads seen through the third eye is incredibly important. They connect friends and acquaintances, family, pets, and even beloved childhood objects, with each type of connection denoted by a different color. She’s rotated some colors around, and taken some of the colors I introduce later like white, black, and purple, but this is very much my concept. Note she’s stolen a line almost directly word for word here: ‘Silver threads always struck Scout as the saddest,’ to compare to my, ‘That last always struck you as the saddest.’
In this case, she’s also taken the kaleidoscope effect line from a few chapters later:
I thought this was blatant, but it only got worse: she lifts two of my other original characters, and doesn’t even bother to change their fucking names. In this case, in her very first chapter, she’s lifted both Ciro, my OC’s Italian father figure (I’ve added a screenshot on the upper right from Ch17 of the first time his name is used), and Eli, an OC adopted by Ciro (also added to screenshot, bottom right). Eli doesn’t even appear until ch 36 so this stretches a long ways.
The rest of this I’m going to put behind a see more tag, cause we got a lot to go.
But we’re not done, believe it or not, considering there’s only a single chapter of hers so far - a single chapter containing a very similar opening line, and a bizarre lift of my frequent End Note message that leads to my tumblr??? That one puzzled me because there’s no real reason to steal that.
Yet another: she’s made use of the Hound theme, and made a barebones attempt to change the summary line enough to slide under the radar. If you’ve read TRT then you know, but if not: my OC’s code name is Hound, she’s frequently referred to as Hound or the Hound of Los Angeles, there are Hound metaphors galore, and Matt has taken to calling her his Hellhound, and those references are honestly so common it’d take hours to list them all.
I also happened to notice, after all this, that she’d linked to her tumblr, much like I did. So I wandered over. And it only got worse from there. Her own ‘answers’ to asks mimic mine, including lifting answers from posts I made here on tumblr. I’m not going to keep having side by sides because the post will get crazy long but if anyone wants receipts on any of these, I’ll go find it on a case by case basis.
Here’s where she mentions her character using threads to track people down for Bad Figures who want to kill them, along with tracking down threads for information, aka a major plotline of my fic and literally my character’s stated profession. Screenshot:
Here’s where she describes more about how ‘her’ threads and abilities work (starred paragraph is an almost exact summary of how my character’s abilities work, including how she can send them images and feelings, down to how a red thread is needed to control a person, definitely her taking my major plotline involving body jumping via red threads). She also, SURPRISE! Steals my psychic animals that inhabit the threads, that I’ve hinted relate to the subconscious, and that usually have some traits from the character. Oh, and the part about how doing all that makes her sick, yet again lifted from my fic, where my character gets incredibly sick the more she pushes herself doing all this.
Here’s another section in which she lifted Ciro - my Ciro that adopted Jane Hind is a native Italian, founded the particular family-like group he’s a part of, and also basically adopted Eli - who was raised in the US.
This section is where she’s roughly stolen Jane Hind’s mental trauma and the cause: her childhood arc. I’ve discussed at length here on tumblr (going to work on finding those posts in my tumblr history and update here when I can) and in the fic itself all the things she’s missed, using exactly this sort of phrasing. In fact, our major arc we’re currently going through in the fic (chapters 130 or so)... hm, references frequently missed out Christmases, birthdays, and little things we take for granted. This is one reason I’m sure she’s reading the fic as it’s getting posted. On top of that, she decided she’d also lift how Jane had never seen a beach and fell in love with it the first time she did. It’s a small detail but it’s just yet another thing she’s acting like is hers, just like the details about how this is all new and her Nelson and Murdock friends have taken her in.
Perhaps most bizarrely, her blog has even been reblogging posts friends have tagged me in that I’ve responded to. In this one, though, she gets a little too obvious - not only is she reblogging a post, maybe a few days after another friend tagged me in it and I reblogged it, but she also tried to tag her fic ‘the psychic thread’ as opposed to ‘the red thread’, which is my own series tag.
I have no idea why she’s done this. I have no idea why she was so blatant, why she thought she could get away with it. She also appears to have a few sock puppet accounts - for example, she makes a claim lifted straight from a half-joking post I made about my OC’s potential pokemon and then makes her own post using the same pokemon for her OC, and credits it to another account that seems to just exist to make her look more realistic. It was one of the more bizarre things stolen, since my post about it didn’t get much attention, but it proves she’s actively following me on tumblr quite closely, proven by a friend who snagged a few screenshots of her likes tab where she’d liked my posts.
She’s blocked me now, so I can’t see her main blog. I can’t ask her to take it down anymore, outside of the comment I’ve left on her fic and the report I made to AO3. But she knows, 100%, that she’s stolen my work, and just as frustrating, has gone on at length on her blog about how all your characters should be original, and truly yours, and how you should never imitate other authors. It’s a ballsy move considering how small the Daredevil fic circle is here on tumblr and AO3.
And look. I don’t want her to drown in hate mail. I really don’t. All I want is for her to take down the fic, and remove the posts in which she blatantly stole content from me. I’ve worked on TRT for years, I’ve poured hours and hours and almost a million words into this story, and the fact that this person is still reading it as they’re plagiarizing it is both incredibly insulting and incredibly hurtful. If you’re an author in the Daredevil fandom, I highly recommend blocking her. She’s mentioned a few very popular authors in the fandom in the blog posts, so I know she’s reading your work, too, and I don’t want yours stolen anymore than I do. If you see someone commenting about her fic, tell them its stolen. Warn your DD author friends. And if you’re going to say something to her, let it be a request to take down her fic and delete the blog posts that have plagiarized my content. That’s my end goal - not to burn her life down but to just pressure her to stop stealing something very, very dear to me, and hopefully learn not to do this in the future.
That’s all I want.
*Edited 12/20: as of today, her fic on AO3 has been taken down! The scores of comments, or AO3′s plagiarism team, has done the job so this is a huge win, and I’m grateful to everyone that helped! Her tumblr posts on her k9bails account, however, are still up, and she has yet to respond, so let the pressure continue. I’m also hunting for her other accounts since it’s become clear the k9bails account and the @k-9bails account are both not her main blog. If anyone has any leads or knows who this person is, please send me a message! I want to find their main blog in case it’s following me so I can block it, and potentially apply pressure there to get her to take my work down on her k9bails account.
#plagiarism#the red thread#fanfic#fic#daredevil#matt murdock x reader#daredevil x reader#matt murdock x OC#daredevil x OC#using some of her tags so hopefully browsers will see it
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more details of experiment edits on AAC:
first i will show 3 pictures of Supercore 50:
how it looks automatically without any edits
my current grid set that i use for communication
the version of this grid set i added just to try colour changes and other visual edits.
[Image description: 3 images of the same vocabulary grid set in Grid 3, called Supercore 50. the first image has rounded corners on buttons, a white background, bigger spacing, and text labels on every button with text above symbol. second image is similar looking with same rounded buttons, but less spacing. is different by black background, text label removed from folder and menu/function buttons, text below symbol. third image is very different looking from other two. same black background, menu and main folder buttons have black background with simple coloured symbol, mainly yellow. no folder buttons have text label, and many have simplified symbol. all button colours are altered in tone and shade. all darker colours, easier on the eye. the "little words" buttons are changed from almost white to dark grey with yellow text. End ID.]
here is explanation:
added new version of my grid set (Supercore 50) to just play around with and change colours and see what works. didn't want to mess up my actual grid set with all my personal edits and added vocabulary. didn't go to bother of making it all "uniform" across the whole device (because is time consuming and i will have to do that eventually on my real grid set).
mostly just tried out different colours. and how to make home page as easy to visual process as possible. didn't change colour coding (for example pronouns yellow, verbs green, adjectives blue, little words grey-ish - that all stay. just change tone of colours to not "attack" eyes).
eyes can't cope with a lot of "whiteness" in any colours, especially on a screen where there is so much white/blue light already. makes much sensory overload and bad headaches. pastel colours or very bright neon or light blue/purple/yellow/grey... not fun. brain simply skips over any blocks of those colours cause it can't get past whiteness to see what is on the button.
in Grid 3 edit menu you can change colour of button - there is a palette of pre-made colours, but you can also do "adjust colour" and choose custom colour there. and there is something called "button styles" so you can just edit one button how you want, then say "update style" and it will change all buttons with that "style".
i worked out that turning down "saturation" and "luminosity" helps me a lot. then the colour doesn't "attack" my eyes so much, so i can actually search the screen for the symbol/word i want. better visual scanning ability.
also removed borders on buttons. just adds extra stuff for eyes to get "stuck" on. it looks cleaner without border.
On Grid 3 there is also different button "themes" available (different from button styles), which changes the entire automatic look of the entire grid set with just change that. changed from "modern" to "blocky" theme. because there is a slight "colour gradient" on buttons with "modern" theme (I think🤷🏻♂️). meaning there is more highlight at the top of the button on more shadow/darker at the bottom. makes it hard to see the symbols and text because it is not "flat" looking. to me the "modern" theme looks slightly bumpy and 3D, the "blocky" theme looks flat. and brain can't process 3D (especially not at same time as try to search for words and scan screen).
i also made the "menu" buttons or "grid functions" buttons have black background (to match black background of entire grid set), with symbol in yellow. and remove text labels for these buttons and some folder buttons. this helps because then only the word buttons "jump out" at brain. so there is less "bulk" of the screen to process. and the "function" buttons have only simple symbol, so can easily find!
this is all still only changed in the blank version of Supercore 50 that I added for this specific purpose. it is a HUGE change to my AAC. so i can't just change it all at once. it will have to happen in stages. and i am still not 100% sure of all the changes. (for example i don't really know what to do with the folders. don't like how they look right now...). so i have to be very confident in a change before i can make my real grid have it.
(also there is still folders and buttons i haven't changed at all. just mostly did home grid so i can see the difference. still working on it and will be long time until ready to change my real AAC).
i will keep updating on the changes!
#ezra talk aac#autism#autistic#nonverbal#nonspeaking#aac#aac device#aacdevice#aac user#sensory processing disorder#visual processing disorder
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Whumptober Day 30: Bridal Carry
We are almost there. I am almost free from this burden; I can finally carry on! (with more writing ;-; it never ends) BUT I think you guys will like this one because it's more Bruise angst and wow I have a lot of Bruise lovers on my feed.
Taglist: @splinnters @abigailxoxo @tornoleander @mondothebombo @ghostwalloper @toastingpencils37 @lightning-chicken
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“No.”
“Come on! Please?”
“No, Jay.”
“Please please pleaseeeee?”
Cole sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Jay, you are too old to be carried. I am too old to be carrying you. You’re the one always telling me I’m three steps away from falling into the nearest grave.”
“I don’t mean it!” Jay pouted, still holding out his hands and making grabby motions. “C’mon, just for a little bit. Until we’re done with our chores and then I won’t ask you ever again.”
“We both know that’s not true,” Cole said, and Jay just pouted more. “Look, is there a reason you’re asking me now? And why are you being so pushy?”
Jay bit his lip, rolling his eyes in faked annoyance. “You’re the one always telling me I’m too pushy. Fine, I’ll just walk to the chores like a normal person even though my brother has super strength!”
“Just because I have super strength doesn’t mean I automatically just carry you everywhere!” Cole grumbled, and Jay didn’t bother to give him a response. They were supposed to be going out and chopping up firewood for the evening, mostly because Zane and Lloyd were wanting to have something like a barbecue outside; Jay didn’t know all of the details, but he did know that whatever Zane was planning on making better be delicious. Kai should be with them, but instead he and Nya were out doing last-minute supplies shopping because apparently someone couldn’t survive without his ten gallon thing of hair gel.
There was another reason that he wanted to be close to Cole, though; he hadn’t quite shaken off the nightmares he had last night, and if he thought about them for a second too long then he could feel his lungs start to tighten in panic. He didn’t even remember what they were about. Being with Cole always made him feel better, and Jay was sure that if he told Cole then the earth ninja would have no problem with carrying him down the stairs and staying close by.
But Jay didn’t say a word, because he was stronger than that.
Walking down the steps was a bitch, and he could feel his ankle throbbing from where Zane had knocked it out from under him in training only the week before. Jay iced it like he was supposed to, but it never really healed, and if he were to lift up his pant leg he would be able to see the smattering of purple bruises around the same ankle that was chained up on the pirate’s ship. Bruises meant something different to him now.
He snagged the back of Cole’s jacket, feeling the soft fabric between his fingers and letting the sensation soothe him. Cole was walking down the stairs at a brutal pace that Jay struggled to keep up with, feeling the wind whip against his face as they went. He never tried to shrug Jay off, and Jay wondered if his inner distress may have shown in the way he was bickering; Cole always had a special way of being able to tell whenever he wasn’t at a hundred percent.
After quite a while of walking down the seemingly endless flight of stairs (they really did need to put in an elevator), the pair finally made it to the bottom. Cole picked up one of the axes that they kept locked up in a hidden compartment carved into the mountain, tossing it to Jay without even looking. Jay struggled to catch it, eyes as wide as saucers when he finally managed to do so and he still had all of his fingers.
“You couldn’t have looked before you threw it?” Jay said sourly, and Cole shrugged as he heaved up his own axe.
“I knew you could catch it,” Cole said, starting to walk into the forest. “I wouldn’t have thrown it to you if I didn’t think you could.”
Warmth filled his chest, and Jay hurried to walk side-by-side with his brother. The axe was a familiar weight in his hand, one that he hadn’t felt since he and Cole were still boys doing this exact same thing for Master Wu, and the grooves of the wooden handle brought a sense of nostalgia. Smoothing his thumb over the sanded surface, Jay felt where he and Cole had carved their initials into the wood; this was the same axe that Jay used when he was younger.
“Cole, are you holding your original axe?” Jay asked, looking over to try and get a glimpse of Cole’s axe, but the earth ninja’s hand was too big for him to see anything.
“Of course I am, Sparky. What other one would I be using? We haven’t done this in years, so may as well do it in style.”
“Damn right,” Jay said, and the anxiety from the night before started to dissipate. He was going to be spending time with his brother, doing something that they used to do and that Jay had done a thousand times before. There was nothing to be worried about. Maybe he could even afford to daydream about Nya for a little bit—
Until he finally came back to his senses, and Cole was nowhere to be found.
Looking around, Jay’s heart started hammering in his chest when he couldn’t see his brother through the treeline. “Cole? Buddy?”
No answer.
Walking forward again, Jay didn’t realize that he was starting to climb up a hill. The trees extended for what seemed like forever, and Jay felt the fear start to set in when even the vantage point yielded nothing. “Cole!”
He didn’t want to be in the forest by himself. There was no telling what wild animals might be out there, ready to eat him up for dinner like the snack that Nya said he was! What if there were wolves? Or bears? Or wallopers hellbent on revenge?! The axe wasn’t going to be enough to protect him.
“Okay, okay,” Jay said to himself; he always started talking to himself when he had to calm down, “okay, okay, okay. I’m sure Cole’s fine, he’s probably just chopping wood like you should be doing. If I chop some wood and pass some time, then I’ll go back to the monastery and wait for him at the bottom of the stairs.”
Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. He ignored the small voice in his brain telling him that he didn’t know the way back to the monastery, because other than that it was a great plan.
Finding a fairly thick tree, Jay pulled back his axe and took his first swing. The first few swings were always the hardest ones and this time was no exception; Jay cringed as he felt the blowback from his axe hitting the tree, shockwaves rippling up his arms as he hit the tree again and again and again. He tried to find comfort in the repetitive movements, turn his brain off like he would’ve been able to when he was younger, but he couldn’t. Not when Cole was still out there and he had no idea where his brother was.
Jay really should’ve been paying more attention to what he was doing when he was swinging a sharp and heavy object.
He lost his footing after yanking the axe back a little too hard and suddenly he was tumbling down the hill behind him.
Letting go of the axe before it could slice him in half, Jay tucked his face down into his chest and let himself roll. The hill was larger than he remembered, and he scrabbled along the ground for anything to grab onto so he could stop himself. The only things on the ground were wet leaves and sticks that wouldn’t do anything for him. Okay, this wasn’t the farthest that he had ever fallen, so he would be fine—
Until the sound of rushing water reached his ears.
One of the rivers. He was about to plunge straight into the river and he didn’t know how deep it was.
“Cole!” Jay cried out before his back slammed into one of the trees. Winded, Jay gasped for air and kept trying to dig his nails into the ground, only succeeding in tearing his nails down until he was sure that they were bleeding; the dirt was sure to get them infected. “COLE!”
And without a warning he was underwater in an instant, smashing his head against one of the rocks on the riverbed before sinking like a stone.
The water was freezing, soaking into his jacket and weighing him down. Jay tried to keep his head above the water, feeling himself get pulled away by the current despite his best efforts to try and free himself. The panic from before was setting in again, and Jay started to feel a little floaty with oxygen loss as his jacket became too heavy to fight against, and he could only hope that there was a shallower section of the river up ahead because he definitely wasn’t getting back up for a while.
A hand latched onto the front of his shirt and Jay was hauled upwards, the sunlight exploding across his vision before he slammed his eyes shut.
His face was squished into Cole’s shoulder, the earth ninja picking him up and setting him down quite a bit away from the riverbank. Jay couldn’t stop shivering, clinging onto Cole’s still dry jacket in an effort to warm himself up. Cole held him tightly despite Jay dripping water all over him, and Jay was beyond grateful.
“Hell on earth, Jay,” Cole said, stripping the sopping wet jacket off of his brother’s shoulders. Jay whined when the autumn chill started to bite at his skin before Cole was shrugging his own jacket off, wrapping it around Jay like a blanket. “I take my eyes off of you for a second and you’re gone and tumbling down into a river. What happened?”
“S-S-Sorry,” Jay’s teeth were chattering viciously, and he anxiously kept his tongue towards the back of his mouth to make sure that he wouldn’t bite it. “W-Was trying to chop down a tree.”
“Looked more like you were trying to go for a swim,” Cole grumbled, and he helped get Jay’s arms through the sleeves of the jacket before tucking him against his chest. He lifted Jay off of the ground in a bridal carry, one arm under the blue ninja’s knees and the other around his back. Jay was just glad to be near his own personal heater. “We’re getting you back to the monastery.”
“What about the wood—”
“I’ll come back for the wood with Kai later, but we need to get you home first. Where did you leave your axe?”
“A-At the top of the hill.” Jay pulled the sleeves of the jacket down over his hands, feeling pins and needles start to spread throughout his body as the feeling came back. But with feeling came the pain, and Jay hated the cold clawing at his lungs; it was already so hard to breathe. He cuddled closer and closer to Cole like he wanted to do earlier at the monastery, and Cole kissed the top of his forehead.
“You’re bleeding, you know.”
Jay looked down at his hands and saw the blood running down his fingers, just from the nail beds like he thought. There was more from the various scrapes and scratches, caked in the dirt and even some bits of fallen leaves, and it would be a miracle if at least some of them didn’t get infected. Some of them started to sting in protest, and Jay tensed against the pain, clutching at Cole’s shirt and hoping that he wouldn’t get blood all over it. First Master knows how many clothes he’s already ruined.
“You’re awfully clingy today,” Cole remarked, “did something happen?”
“Had a bad night last night and got spooked. Need you to be here.” His head was pounding, like he kept hitting that stupid rock over and over again.
“Jay, you could’ve said something. Is that why you were asking me to carry you?”
“Y-Yeah.”
Sighing, Cole lifted Jay up a bit more so that the blue ninja’s face was hidden in the crook of his neck. “You really should’ve told me. We could’ve waited until Kai and Nya got home, or I would’ve been paying more attention. Either way, I would’ve taken better care of you.”
“That’s not your job,” Jay mumbled into his neck, and Cole forced himself to not flinch away from the blue ninja’s cold nose brushing against his skin. “Where’s your axe?”
“On my belt,” and there it was, hanging from one of the beltloops in Cole’s pants. The metal glinted in a way that made Jay’s skin crawl, and he was quick to duck back down and look away. Something about the sharp edge tugged at the corners of his memories, and he didn’t want to go back to that place right now.
Cole walked for a little while, and Jay was glad that he wasn’t on his feet. At least one of them knew which way was the right one, because Jay wouldn’t have had a clue and probably would’ve gotten even more lost. “Would you have sent a search party out for me?”
“I wouldn’t have left this forest until I found you, bluebell,” Cole affirmed, and Jay relaxed.
“Good thing you found me, then.”
“Yeah, although next time it better not be bloody and beaten up at the bottom of a river.”
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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Abbacchio's Birthday
➛ Main Characters: Leone Abbacchio ★ Bruno Bucciarati
➛ Side Characters: Team Bucciarati + Trish
➛ Ship Pairing: BruAbba
➛ Word Count: 2,743 ★ Character Count: 15,537
Another year gone by, and here we are again. Abbacchio’s birthday. Something he’d been dreading the whole 364 days prior.
It’s not like anyone will remember, he thought. So no point in stressing, right? Abbacchio had always hated birthdays, especially after his 8th one when all of his friends forgot. He hated the concept of getting older, the thought rattled him to the core. One of the few things that could scare him. The future. It was a silly fear, really, but a valid one at that. And one that haunted him thoroughly.
He pushed himself to the edge of the bed and leaned over, allowing the blood to start recirculating in his body. After a moment, he stood, steadying himself so he didn’t fall. A few easy steps and he was up and going to his closet.
Just because no one else is celebrating doesn’t mean I can’t feel a little special myself… Abbacchio talked to himself all the time, sometimes even narrating what he was doing. But mostly conversation, to simulate someone was there. He hadn’t had anyone in forever, so one would expect the mind to do what his does in a situation like that.
He gripped his signature purple coat, but as his hand tightened around the top of the fabric, he suddenly changed his mind. The grip loosened as he began to search for a different outfit to wear.
Grabbing an expensive corset he never wore, he held it up in the air, inspecting it. It’s intricate stitchings and ruffles were beautiful in his eyes. He even began to wonder why he never did wear it. He decided that this would be the main piece of his outfit for the day, and pulled a bolero from the closet as well. This will go along nicely, considering the colors. Abbacchio then chose some stylish culottes alongside his special belt— the one with the large “A” on it. He slipped on his sleek black boots. They were spiked around the top and had platforms on the bottom. He stood and carefully inspected himself in a tall standing mirror placed in the corner of his room.
He grew to be the slightest bit excited, not something he felt often.
Perhaps today would be different than all the others.
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Abbacchio finished dressing himself and scooped up a jewelry holder sitting atop his vanity, filled with special trinkets of his. He gently picked up a necklace Bucciarati had given him for Christmas. This necklace had one simple thing on it: a charm that had the initials “AxB”. It meant the world to him and he promised himself, and, frankly, the whole universe, that he’d never ever lose it.
So you can always remember me, even when we aren’t together! He had said when he gave it to Abbacchio. Bucciarati and Abbacchio had always had something special together. Not that he didn’t enjoy the company of the gang, but he had just always had a deeper connection with Bucciarati. He even allowed him to call him Bruno sometimes. Abbacchio would allow Bucciarati to call him Leone, but his past butchered any chances of that in the future. Though, it never seemed to bother Bucciarati. He was an understanding man, and trusted that Abbacchio had his reasons. Bucciarati had picked up a habit of calling Abbacchio “Abba”, which he didn’t dislike too much, and condoned it as long as it stayed a secret between the two. In fact, he quite enjoyed it, but wasn’t about to express that to him.
Abbacchio’s slender fingers hooked the delicate chain behind his neck, just under where his hair ended. His long and soft lavender hair rested gently on top of it. Even though he didn’t think the day would be going as well as it was, he washed his hair the night before just in case. Turns out it was a good call after all. When he grasped the hairbrush on his vanity, it seemed that his hair didn’t even need brushing. A few tangled knots came out smoothly. Huh, that’s odd. They usually don’t brush out that easy.
He would tell himself that this might be his lucky day, but every time he set his mindset that way, something awful happened. For example; he had been having a wonderful day with the gang at a park, and all of a sudden, Narancia fell and fractured his arm. Another time they had gone to the mall and Mista attacked a security guard for simply making fun of his outfit, and when he called a “code 44” on his walkie talkie, Mista lost it. This resulted in the gang being kicked out of the mall for the next 3 months (for association), and Mista for 7. Unfortunately, that’s just how his luck is. So, he let the thought be. If it was going to be a good day, he didn’t want to acknowledge it until after the fact.
After applying some makeup (said “some” makeup being lipstick, heavy eyeshadow, darkening his eyebrows and eyelashes, etc etc.), he headed downstairs to the kitchen for some breakfast. A very fast walk, which didn’t even give him time to think of what he wanted to eat. His house wasn’t big, quite small, actually, but he loved it. It was his, and it was special.
Arriving, he lifted some sticky notes off of the counter as he drifted in. Snatching a pen as he walked, he jotted down a few ingredients he needed to get next time he went grocery shopping. Abbacchio’s mind always wandered around different tasks he had to do, and they never left him alone. He took up a habit of having two journals; one to keep his thoughts and events he found significant, even some photographs, and the other were all of his responsibilities (appointments, lists, etc.).
Setting the pen and small paper back down on the other side of the counter, on top of his responsibility notebook, he opened the pantry and pulled out a few pancake ingredients. A batter mix, flour, baking powder, and sugar. Setting these all down on another counter, where he’d make the pancakes, he opened the cabinet and got out salt and vanilla extract for an extra yummy kick. He then opened the refrigerator and grabbed milk and butter.
These pancakes are going to be delicious, he told himself. Something special just for me!
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A good amount of baking later, and the pancakes were done. Beautifully golden tops and perfectly plump and fluffy structures. He slabbed a small amount of butter on the top and drizzled maple syrup over it as well. He set the glass plate on the wooden dining table and poured himself some milk as a drink. None of the gang would ever suspect he drank milk as a regular beverage, but here we are.
He quickly inhaled the pancakes and downed the milk, enjoying it thoroughly. He walked the fragile dishes over to the sink and carefully set them at the bottom, prepared to be cleaned later. I suppose I should start the real festivities, now that that’s all done. He skipped over to the wall phone and dialed Bucciarati’s number. Maybe I could spend today with him.
A dial tone or two later, he picked up. “Ciao, Abba! How are you today?”
“Doing just fine myself, how about you?”
“Well, I’m just wonderful! Did you have something you wanted to say?” His cheery tone always made Abbacchio smile, though in person, he never showed it.
“I was thinking maybe we could, you know, do something today..” as he twirled the phone chord in his fingers he quickly realized that he had absolutely nothing planned to say. He was embarrassed of it but quickly dismissed the feeling.
“Oh, of course! Is there anything specific you had in mind? I could come up with a few things if not!”
“Hm… maybe we could just go for a walk and see where the day takes us?”
“That sounds lovely,” Bucciarati replied. “When shall it happen?”
“Maybe.. 20 minutes? How does that sound?”
“Perfection. I’ll make it happen. Do we gotta plan?”
“We should if I’m not mistaken.”
“Well then, arrivederci, Abbacchio! I’ll see you then!~”
“See ya…”
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Just as planned, Abbacchio arrived perfectly on time. Bucciarati was already waiting there, but that was to be expected as it was what he always did. Getting to places earlier than expected, that is. Abbacchio always managed to be exactly on the dot. Not one minute before, not one after.
“Ciao, Bruno.” Abbacchio slid up next to him and looked him up and down. It seems he wasn’t the only one who dressed up. Bucciarati was wearing a blouse, still spotted with his signature keyhole pattern, but still different than what he normally wore. His pants were also dotted with the same fabric, and were flared at the bottom. Good ol’ Bucciarati fashion, Abbacchio joked to himself.
“I see you’re breaking away from your normal outfit today, aren’t you?” Bucciarati said to Abbacchio. He blushed a bit and looked away slightly, and then Bucciarati’s eyes grew ever so slightly wider. “N-Not that that’s a bad thing! I think you look beautiful..” Abbacchio turned back and cracked a grin. He knew Bucciarati meant it, and that made him happier than anything. Bucciarati softly gasped and beamed brightly. “Oh, you’re wearing the necklace I got you! That’s so sweet…”
“Well, it does mean a lot to me,” Abbacchio didn’t mention it was unintentional and let Bucciarati have his moment. “C’mon, Abba, let’s begin our walk.” He offered up his arm by bending it outwards, and Abbacchio promptly put his arm in the opening. The two interlocked and off they went.
They talked of many things on their outing, catching up, news on the gang, future outings, among many other things. Eventually, they passed by the fancy restaurant the gang adored so much.
“Shall we stop for lunch?” Bucciarati asked as he gazed into Abbacchio’s purple-yellow ombré eyes. “Sure, I don’t see why not.” They followed each other inside and were seated in a booth only moments later. Abbacchio ordered his favorite; a slice of Margherita pizza alongside a glass of white wine. Bucciarati also picked something he enjoyed, squid pasta. Abbacchio never understood his love for it, but didn’t judge him regardless.
“You know,” the waiter said in a thick Italian accent. “We offer 10% off of any meal for couples. It’s part of our restaurant’s purpose after all!” Abbacchio’s face flushed and he tilted his head down slightly, and Bucciarati’s mouth fell open a bit. “O-Oh! We’re.. we’re not…” he stammered, and the waiter picked up quickly. “Ah, my apologies. Well, I’ll be back with your order shortly!”
The wait was awkward as Abbacchio leaned back and picked at his painted nails and Bucciarati tapped his own against each other, hunched over the table a bit.
“You know… that thing the waiter said..” Bucciarati began.
“Huh?” Abbacchio looked up with one arched brow.
“Forget it-“ Bucciarati swatted his hand in the air as he sat up straighter. “It was a silly thought.”
A few minutes passed and the same waiter returned with their dishes. “Bon appetite!~”
They ate in silence for a small while and then picked up on some more conversation. About 20 minutes later, they had finished their food but were still giggling in the booth. Gazing directly at each other, across the table, they lived in the moment and nothing more. The Moody Blues played gently through the speakers in the background.
Abbacchio laughed as he sipped on his wine, listening to the light thunk as he set it against the table again. “Hey, who knew they’d have the band with the same name as my Stand playing here,” Bucciarati snickered at his comment. Melancholy Man was the specific song playing. Neither one understood why it was playing amongst a soundtrack of pure instrumental Italian music but they didn’t question it anyways.
“Well, don’t you think we should continue on our walk? Maybe we can even find an ice cream shop.” Abbacchio prompted after a few more minutes. “That would be lovely,” Bucciarati responded. He uttered a few more words under his breath, but none Abbacchio could make out. None negative, that was for sure.
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2 hours later, the two were still chatting away as they returned to Bucciarati’s home. The keys jangled in the door and it almost sounded as if there was shuffling inside, but Abbacchio decided to ignore it. The door gently swung open, nothing but pure darkness inside…
The light flickered to life and 5 faces popped up behind furniture, and yelled, “Happy Birthday!” Abbacchio was taken aback a bit, as the yelling and sudden gesture shocked him. He stared wide-eyed, jaw dropped as the sight. “Oh,”
Abbacchio’s eyes grew ever so slightly wet, but he managed to push the feeling back down. He wouldn’t let a bunch of his friends see him cry, let alone a new one.
“So, what do you think?” Bucciarati looked at his surprised expression and tried to take a guess at what could be going on in his mind.
Abbacchio took a few steps in and gazed around for a moment, taking in his surroundings. Streamers, confetti, balloons, a banner that read “Happy Birthday, Abbacchio!” all in different shades of purple. Giorno, Mista, Fugo, Narancia, and Trish all stood in the foyer of Bucciarati’s mansion in their own fancy and fun outfits. Abbacchio looked back to Bucciarati, smiling from ear to ear near the entrance. “Oh,” he gasped once more. “It’s so perfect…” Never had anyone done something like this for him before. Not even when he was a child.
Abbacchio had been a big dreamer his whole life, up until his police incident, then he didn’t dream too much at all. In fact, any literal dreams, rather than figurative ones, were pure nightmares. But this— this was beyond anything he could have ever come up with. He ran over to Bucciarati and hugged him tightly, and Bucciarati rested his gentle hands against Abbacchio’s back in return. “Happy birthday, Abba…” he whispered so only he could hear. “Thank you, Bruno. Thank you thank you thank you.” He whispered back.
Abbacchio turned back to everyone and the corners of his mouth upturned. “So,” he started. “Who wants to get this party up and going?”
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Hours of dancing, games, eating, and overall fun actives later, they all settled down and began to watch Abbacchio’s favorite movie: Sling Blade. The gang was lying around on the floor on blankets and pillows with bowls of popcorn and other various sweet treats (which Sex Pistols were fighting over as Mista made an attempt to quiet them) while the party planner and the birthday boy sat close to each other on the couch. As each carefully crafted scene played out on screen, Abbacchio set his arm over the top of the plush couch, around Bucciarati.
Bucciarati looked up to Abbacchio and he returned the steady gaze. Looking directly into his eye, Abbacchio whispered, “This has to be the best birthday ever. I could never have even come close to asking for better. Thank you,” it seemed as if he was going to continue with more, but Bucciarati brought his lips close to Abbacchio’s ear and muttered a few words to him, only at a volume that Abbacchio and Abbacchio only could hear.
“I love you so much, Abbacchio. And it means more than anything else to me that this is something that you wanted. I dearly hope you continue to remain happy and healthy, maybe even here with me.”
And with that, Bucciarati placed a small kiss on Abbacchio’s cheek, leaving a subtle mark of light pink lipstick against his pale skin. Abbacchio was absolutely dumbfounded but simultaneously delighted with the action he had just done. He gently placed his fingertips on his own face to feel the spot Bucciarati had just kissed. Bucciarati turned his attention back towards the screen and rested his head on Abbacchio’s shoulder. Abbacchio’s tense and slender frame softened under his weight, and welcomed the rush of joy and warmth.
Bucciarati’s fondness of Abbacchio never hit him until now, as he realized all of the very obvious signs he liked him for a long, long time. He saw potential in him since day one. Abbacchio breathed out gently and cuddled Bucciarati closer to him.
This would be his little secret.
Their little secret.
A/N: This was so fun to write and I literally was so obsessed when I first made it!! I still read it to myself occasionally whenever I'm feeling down. :) Genuinely one of my proudest pieces. <3
#Jojo's Bizarre Adventure#JJBA#JJBA Fanfic#JJBA Part 5#Golden Wind#Vento Aureo#Leone Abbacchio#Bruno Bucciarati#Bruno Buccellati#BruAbba#Streety's Homemade Fanfics
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Fearidescent Review:
Okay so I was really looking forward to this line up even more than the first Skulltimate Secret but ultimately I have some small qualms with the dolls as much as I do love them.
First off I think some of the stock photos for Fearidescent were very misleading compared to the dolls in real life I find this the case with Clawdeen and Draculaura in particular. The dolls in person don't have hair as neatly laid or bangs cut as nicely as the stock photos, the earrings on all the dolls slants out to the sides instead of straight down, and I think Clawdeen had the most deceptive stock photo vs real life her hair appears much shorter and curled in the stock photos but in person the doll has long mostly straight purple hair with curls at the bottom additionally Idk what it is but Draculaura's face in her stock photo vs reality looks so different to me. Basically this is what kind of hurt the line for me some of them were really giving Expectation vs Reality in doll form lol
Then some of the fashions just came off to me as really uninspired or repetitive considering people are paying $30 dollars plus tax for these dolls which is roughly $150 and up if you choose to purchase the whole line.
So with that in mind I didn't like:
Clawdeen getting all these corny wolf print shirts they're hard for me to style and for a fashionista I would like to see trendier experimental clothes for Clawdeen
The dolls limbs are on way too tight so popping their arms off to change their clothes is difficult for me and I'm worried I may break the joints holding the arms and hands together each time
Seeing that Draculaura's maryjanes have been reused from the budget day out doll and are just recolored sparkly pink
Cleo's yellow iridescent shorts they're just not it I feel like they should have used a turquoise or jade green for Cleo and made it a mummy wrap skirt because these are not flattering at all it almost looks like an oversized raincoat diaper to me.
It lowkey bothered me how Lagoona's skirt color doesn't match either of her shirts at all.
Despite all those nitpicks I actually mostly liked this line and I would give it a 7 out of 10. I really loved the jewelry on all of the dolls, their little ice creams, their hand bags were all cool and unique, and the glitter makeup was gorgeous, and I really liked the shoes too. Out of the 5 though I would say Lagoona was my favorite I think that her doll was just absolutely stunning from her makeup down to her shoes I loved the mermaid fantasy it was giving for me ♡. Imo I think Lagoona was the best one, Clawdeen was my second favorite, Cleo I loved but I wasn't feeling the gold lipstick and shorts, Frankie has potential but was a little plain for me personally I didn't like the goofy statue of liberty lookin crown or the plain second outfit, and Draculaura had cute clothes and I loved the pastel pink hair but I think her face would have looked so much better in the chinese variant like the first skulltimate doll.
#doll collecting#monster high#monsterhigh#doll thoughts#my dolls#g3 monster high dolls#doll review#Fearidescent#skulltimate secrets#clawdeen wolf#lagoona blue#draculaura#cleo de nile#frankie stein#doll restyle
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ML ficlet: A Cruel Reunion
What if after finally getting the butterfly miraculous, Nooroo gave Adrien a KWAMITOGA?
(Spoilers for Reunion)
It was the middle of the night. The louvre was closed to the public.
A certain black cat hero snuck in and moved inside.
While most would think the cat was going cat burglar, he was there more for personal reasons.
After some browsing he notices an image of a beautiful woman surrounded by butterflies, and conveniently a small guardian symbol in the bottom right corner.
“So… let’s see if it works.” He said as he raised the purple kwamitoga to the symbol. Sure enough he saw a multitude of different pictures, each of different butterfly miraculous holders.
“There.”
He located the one of the villain of Paris, Monarch.
He touched the picture and watched as it changed into the villain he remembered from his past.
“Where am… Chat noir!” The Monarch exclaimed as he got into a fighting stance.
Chat noir didn’t bother altering his position. Mostly watching the specter.
“Have you come to surrender your miraculous?” Monarch questioned as he eased his stance.
Chat noir shook his head.
“No, I have some questions I want to ask you.” His tone steady.
“Sure… in exchange for your miraculous.”
“Sure. take it if you can.” Chat noir answered as he raised his hand.
Monarch’s eyes went wide, and he moved to grab it… only for his hand to phase right through him.
“What is this!?” Monarch shouted in anger. “Where is the real you!? And… why do you think I’m Gabriel agreste?”
“You aren’t real… you are the memories and feelings of when you used the Butterfly miraculous. Everything you were was recorded and put here to be accessed by future holders. Kind of like that hologram you made of Adrien.”
The villain took a moment and processed.
“So if that’s the case… and you are able to contact this form of me… yes I did fail then.”
“You did.” Chat noir answered
Monarch’s anger shifted to begrudging acceptance of his situation.
“This does mean you have the miraculous now… and that you know who I am.”
“That’s right.”
Monarch growled in frustration.
“That means Emilie is….”
“Mom’s gone.” Chat noir muttered softly.
Monarch looked ready to shout but stopped.
He looked up.
“Wait… Did you just say.”
“Plagg Claws in.”
Monarch’s felt is jaw drop in shock as he saw his son before him.
“You! You were chat noir! How… why?”
“We found out your objective around the time we stopped you. It wasn’t pretty. You were dying and desperate.”
“Am I still alive?”
Adrien looked at the ground.
“Would I contact you this way if you were?”
Monarch took a moment to process that he was truly dead. The him that was here was an apparition of his memories.
“The cataclysm. You killed me! You doomed our family! After everything I done for you!”
“YOU DOOMED YOURSELF!” Adrien shouted back.
Monarch felt himself stumble back.
“For years I blamed myself for everything that happened. Do you know the nights I didn’t sleep remembering your dying face. Do you know the night terrors I had reliving that moment. I’m still going to therapy over it!” Adrien screamed as tears rolled down his face.
“Adrien…” a small black kwami popped out of his jacket and hugged his face.
Adrien felt himself calm down, wiping his tears.
“Thanks Plagg.” Adrien smiled and eased a bit.
Then his serious expression returned and his gaze turned back to monarch .
“You doomed yourself. I tried to stop you, we tried to save you… but you were beyond saving.”
Monarch crossed his arms and glares at his son.
“If you had told me we could have saved everyone.”
“Nathalie told me about the time travel.”
Monarch felt himself wince.
“You could have saved mom, you could have saved her… but you were too obsessed with fighting me and ladybug. You weren’t doing this to save mom, you were doing this to try and satiate your ego!”
“You know nothing.”
“No, I know enough!”
Adrien felt himself getting heated over the argument. He took a second to breathe.
“I’m getting off topic. I came here because I wanted to know the answer to a question.”
Monarch looked at his son.
“What is the question?”
“Was everything you did only for the miraculous?”
“It was for your mother!”
“So all the sudden breakfasts in the kitchen, the taking an interest in my life, the alliance rings…”
“It gave you some freedom...”
“You never changed.”
Monarch stopped talking.
“Did you ever truly see me as your son?”
Adrien’s voice rang in the room.
It was quiet after… the silence unnerving.
“Adrien…”
“End Reunion.”
“Wai…”
And he was gone.
Adrien stood in the room. His kwami floating by his shoulder.
“Well that sucked.” Adrien stated before getting interrupted.
He felt a hug from behind.
He turned to see his partner in fighting crime and in love, clad in her hero garb, hugging him tightly.
“You watched all that Buggaboo?”
“I’m sorry Adrien…” she spoke softly into his back.
“It’s not your fault… I’m glad to have some closure.”
He turned having her release the hug.
“Besides, I’m not alone anymore.” He smiled softly.
Ladybug looked up at him and smiled softly.
“And you never will be.”
Adrien could feel his sorrow from meeting his father vanish, enveloped in the warmth and love that helped him move past the unimaginable
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Galois Room Post!
I made Gale's room in the Sims! It took a ridiculous amount of time for such a tiny room. Overall I'm pretty happy with how it turned out-it's faithful to what I was picturing, and the places it's not can be blamed more on the limitations of the Sims 4. One thing I struggled with was the size. It's supposed to be a pretty small room, most of the living areas in Draxum's house are, but I definitely had trouble placing everything I wanted in there. Sizing it up 1x1 made it feel too big though. (Sims 5, please let us build walls on half or quarter tiles, I'm BEGGING you) In the end I couldn't fit in a real bookshelf, which was my only real gripe, but he still has plenty of space for books. (plus Draxum has so many bookshelves, he can offload some if he gets too cramped)
I wanted to have it mostly Galois but not 100% Galois. He's a teenager and wants to decorate his bedroom to the nines because that's what teenagers do, but I also wanted to keep in mind that this furniture was not bought for him and was mostly left over from its last occupant/bought when Draxum viewed Donnie as his new science slave and not his son.
Without further ado, here we go!
It's...yeah, it's white. Nothing else really looked good. It was Bella's room first and Draxum didn't bother to repaint. She probably had this place papered with posters and cringey 90's wall hangings when she lived here. In retrospect pale purple walls were a trend in the 90's, but whatever it's done now.
(I also forgot to paint the walls originally so I might have just gotten used to the white)
Also just imagine the ceilings are a little lower, the wall height needed to be on medium for the rest of Draxum's house to work and due to how the Sims 4 works I couldn't give just Gale's room shorter walls. The top of the cabinet should be touching the ceiling.
Other side! Gave him some nice plants, he's got some hanging ones around his bed and computer area. :) I'm not sure how I feel about the rug but I was feeling a circular rug and the colors worked. Left door is to the bathroom.
Huginn and Muninn 100% made that knitted turtle for him.
Did I give him one of those fairy light canopies every movie and sitcom character had in the 2000's? Yes. Yes I did. Look, I wasn't planning on it, but I saw it in the lighting section and I had to give it to him. I know I'm terrible to him but he is my baby and I will spoil him.
Better view of the bed. (the canopy kept fading from existence) Got the salt lamp and the lantern Cass gave him, I'm so happy I found those. I'm probably the least happy here, he needs more stuff on his shelves and more pictures under them. There's so many goddamn pictures in this room but HE IS A TEENAGED BOY and this is how they express themselves.
Also the clutter under the bed. In-fic that platform is actually storage space, so it works. Please enjoy how he's hiding his fashion magazines behind the pillow.
His little computer corner! The Draxum family stays pretty unplugged when they're not at work, (Draxum would like them to be anyway) but Gale's allowed to have all the tech he wants in his bedroom as long as it stays in this corner.
Swing back again and-
Just pretend that the vampire doll is Atomic Lass, okay?
So that bookcase thing. Is NOT a bookcase. It is a thing of evil. It drove me absolutely nuts because I wanted to fill those shelves in with clutter. Those are not snap points. But the bookcase has snap points. So I couldn't alt-move stuff there or use 9-0 keys because they'd just snap to the bottom there. So now they just look empty and stupid while he has books on the floor.
But other than that, I like this corner. He's got some binders for schoolwork in the cubby there, got some artsy stuff for relaxing and his box of vinyl records with no record player. (Draxum probably has a record player somewhere) It looks like how an actual teenager would organize his shit. I'm not sure how I feel about him leaving a stack of books on the floor, but overall Gale is a very good book owner so I'm sure he's careful.
He doesn't get a window so I gave him a nice picture with curtains so he can pretend.
On a side note, I absolutely fucking hate the curtains in this game, that was the only set that looked good and didn't cover up the whole damn picture AND THEY DIDN'T COME IN PURPLE. Really, there's such a lack of purple in this room. Blame the color swatches, because I tried. God I miss Create-A-Style.
Again, please use your imagination and imagine the bulletin board filled with pictures of him with Cass or Pax and loving notes from the goyles. There's also a watch on his dresser-before he recreated his tech gauntlet, Draxum gave him a really nice watch to wear. He doesn't wear it anymore because having his gauntlet on hand is a major source of comfort, but he still loves the watch. I also realize this looks more like a girl's bedroom, but to be fair Donnie is very gender and Galois inherited that from him.
(I was SO tempted to put that box of kleenex behind his computer)
Close-up of the clutter in his corner. I know Donnie's canonically not into geology, but this game really wants you to use rocks as decor. Also purple.
I don't know what that orb thing is supposed to be. Maybe like a mini version of the orb Draxum was looking into during the Goyles episode? That sounds like something a Yokai teenager would have in their room.
I wanted to give him a stereo too but my game glitched out and wouldn't place any, so I put a mixtape there in honor of that. We'll say Cass made it for him.
I did make his bathroom too, but it's not the most interesting because
Yeah, pretty small.
God, doors in this game look so silly when they're up against a wall.
It was looking way too white so I gave him the fishies and the plants for a splash of green. That sink is also SO not the style I was going for but everything else was clashing with the other counter. We can say this bathroom was remodeled at some point when vessel sinks were in fashion. I don't know why because no one was living here when they were. (Huginn and Muninn probably did it as a weekend project just for fun) I feel like he needs a rug and a big piece of art on the opposite wall, now that I'm looking at it.
I definitely went overboard with the bathroom clutter. I was just very excited that I was able to squeeze in a whole counter just for decoration. Seriously, I just wanted to add in that eyebrow pencil so he could draw on his eyebrows, then that evolved into the blush palette and the makeup brushes and the lotions and the nail stuff. He doesn't even fucking wear blush.
He did make his electric toothbrush, though Draxum makes him keep a backup because he's skeptical about how that works.
And that's the build! I'm also building the rest of Draxum's house, but it's taking a while due to the absolute utter ridiculousness of the layout. (I mean, it's my own fault, I'm the one that chose this layout)(and also because I need to use the curved wall tool for his mushroom house, and by god curved walls are impossible to work with) Decorating should be quicker though, the only place with this level of detail should be the lab and maybe the greenery. I'll probably revise his room a little, maybe paint his walls an actual color. I also want to do something more with the cactus he has on his counter. Maybe I'll download some more CC so I can give him purple curtains.
I also have no idea if this is actually playable. Probably not, I feel like a Sim wouldn't be able to figure out the platform bed thing. But whatever, I didn't make this to actually play in.
#doth#donatello#BEDROOM MASTERPOST#i have no idea how to tag this so people can retrieve it for reference#i'll probably just link it to the masterpost? yeah that'll probably work better
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Get to Know Me Ask Game
Thanks for tagging me @waitmyturtles, @telomeke, @thegalwhorants!
RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.
Note: @pandasmagorica noted that bolding is not differentiated by screen readers, and I tested this and it seems to be true, so I am going to adjust the sentence structures as they suggested instead. I'm also going to follow what I've seen others do and use small font for the ones that are not true to make it a bit easier for some people to skim visually (screen readers just read the Tumblr formatted words as though they had no formatting). Adding in notes after each section because if you haven't noticed I am verbose lol
APPEARANCE
I do not have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have not gotten plastic surgery // I have not had braces // I sunburn easily // I have a few freckles // I rarely paint my nails // I typically don't wear makeup // I often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I do not wear baseball hats backwards
My hair is naturally brown-blonde, and bleaches in the sun. My preference is tight on top and loose on the bottom! I used to have all the hair colours (blue, red, purple, pink, etc.). Nail polish bothers me so it never lasts 24 hours on my hands. I wear makeup when I go dancing (which in the beforetimes was ~once a month, to the goth alternative/synthpop/postpunk club night I've been going to for a decade! This is also where I give credit for being comfortable with my looks. Nowhere teaches fat appreciation like a goth club). I'm that person who people just start talking to because I have resting pleasant face.
HOBBIES & TALENTS
I don't play a sport // I cannot play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have not won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I do not enjoy writing // I cannot do origami // I do not prefer movies to tv shows // I cannot execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have not read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I cannot do a handstand
I have zero hand eye coordination but enjoyed playing tackle football back in the day. Also used to play viola in high school band but didn't count that. Took Japanese and French in university, though I've lost a lot of both, and am slowly learning Thai. I have tried to learn origami so many times but I just can't make straight lines [insert joke about being too queer for origami here]. Give me a series I can binge over a film any day, though I do like both. I said I could survive in the wild but that's because I have previously had hyperfixations on surviving in various climates...but I'm also allergic to a lot of pollens/trees/grasses/animals so I'm probably deluding myself. I still read fanfiction but not published books. I mostly travel within Canada these days.
RELATIONSHIP
I am not in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I don't have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together// I have dated my best friend // I am not adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have had a long distance relationship // I am not an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online
I am pretty sure I'm some kind of demiromantic? Being in a relationship is so uninteresting to me lol and even when I've been in love I did not want to be around them all the time, or talk to them every day when it was long distance (which was a source of conflict). I haven't been in a relationship in over a decade and I don't miss it. Dated my former best friend and it crashed and burned. I'm still close friends with 3 folks I've known since elementary school--that's > 25 years!--so I'm counting them! I have (mostly) learned to ask before giving advice. I've made friends online and met them IRL; even had my first relationship online (so long ago that we exchanged photos via snail mail because digital photos were not yet a thing).
AESTHETICS
I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I do not meditate outside // the sound of chirping does not calm me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I do not pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season
I don't know where y'all live but the birds here are not calming lolol they are obnoxious AF (a single chirper, sure maybe). I usually listen to an audiobook I've already read to fall asleep, it's the perfect amount of stimulation that I can tune out/not get caught up in. I am lucky enough to live in a place with sometimes weekly thunderstorms in the summer, with lightning that lasts for hours, it's awesome. I like colours but my visual processing is crap, I don't notice visual things until they're pointed out and have no visual memory. Autumn is the best season! Dry, warm but not hot, beautiful, best food, excuses to dress in layers.
MISCELLANEOUS
I cannot fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I don't live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I cannot drive a stick shift // I don't believe in true love // I don't make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I do not wish I lived in a video game // I do not have a canopy above my bed // I am not multiracial // I am not a redhead // I do not own at least 3 dogs
I can sleep on trains but cars/buses/planes are impossible. And I've been on 16hr plane/22hr bus rides. I definitely have the mom bag in the friend group (full of stuff people might need). I do a lot of extracurriculars: At work I am on the DE&I committee, and the workplace health & safety committee. In fandom I have at various times been part of a scanlation team, a beta reader, a forum moderator, and treasurer for a convention (the first Yuri convention in North America, actually!). And I've also volunteered for municipal election campaigns as a researcher. I am very introverted but also care a lot about my communities and want to contribute to whatever spaces I'm in; that being said I've burned out a few times and have tried to get better at not taking too much on. Re race, I am half-Jewish but as my dad's family is Ashkenazi (from Ukraine on both sides) and my mom's family is white, only other Jews ever clock me as anything other than white so I don't consider myself mixed race.
Tagging folks (sorry if you've already done this, and no pressure!): @incandescentflower @ellaspore @marbles290 @tinycowboybro @benkaaoi @williamrikers @formayhem @sorry-bonebag @troubled-mind @manogirl
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Hello Jess it's time for fun fic authors self rec! Kindly tell us your favorite five fics you've written, then pass this on to spread the self-love ❤️
Oh! Thank you beloved.
♦ 'Cause This is Devotion - Ten/Rose, Bad Wolf!Rose, 4.6k, M
“You do not get to die on me now, you daft alien, not after I’ve been through so goddamn much to get back to you.”
Rose sits up to pound her fist into his chest.
“Fucking breathe, damn you,” she swears, and when no one says anything to stop her, she pounds the Doctor’s chest again. She wonders if she can break his ribs the way she could break a man’s. There’s no one left to ask now, not with him so still, so silent; splayed across the asphalt like a puppet with his strings cut. His face is slack, eyes closed and mouth parted.
OR: The Doctor dies in the road, and Rose Tyler tells the universe no.
One night, @zjofierose and I were spelunking through our WIP folders and I found the skeleton of this and it sparked something inside of me and I immediately desired to finish it. I love Bad Wolf!Rose, I love creating actions that have far-reaching consequences we do not explore on the page, I love writing Doctor/Rose angst.
♦ Rush Light - Jaskier/Yennefer, canon-adjacent, post-s2, 22k, E
He’d been headed back from the taverns down by the wharf, having done a tour of the establishments to see if one would take him on for the weekend, when he’d seen it: a flash of purple in the light of a street lamp, swiftly followed by several large men in dark clothes.
Something had turned over in the bottom of his stomach at the sight. Even if it wasn’t who he thought it might be, this wasn’t a neighbourhood for someone with the kind of coin to afford a cloak that colour to be wandering around in. So, against his mostly better judgement, Jaskier had let himself turn down the selfsame alley, steps slowing so as not to arrive as a too hasty surprise.
He creeps forward, glad of the rushing rain as it muffles his footsteps. Some people also forget that he is quite capable of being quiet when needs must.
Very good that he did go to this trouble after all; he hears her before he gets close enough to see them.
“Get the fuck off me!” she snarls, and oh, Jaskier would know that voice anywhere.
In which a sorceress gets herself into a spot of bother, and Jaskier happens to be in the area. It's all rather more serious than he expects.
I finished s2 of The Witcher and immediately descended into my google drive with forty ideas and this was the one that floated to the top. I love this fic. I had so much fun writing it. It gave me back my fantasy voice, it reminded me that I can write things that are fully for my own self and that other people will also enjoy them, and it was fun as hell to do a bunch of silly research for this.
♦ Signal Fire - Prodigal Son gen!fic, Malcolm Bright-centric, post-series finale, 2.8k, M
Dani’s footsteps crunch over brittle and drying grass as she approaches. Her weapon is still up. Sunlight glints off the barrel. “Bright?” she asks.
Malcolm doesn't look down.
I got into Prodigal Son before realising that it didn't have an ending and when I got through to the end of what we got, I was left with so many questions. None of them are answered in this fic, but I did reaffirm the love I have for whumping the pretty boy.
♦ For Your Eyes Only - Shyan, 007 AU, 6.2k, E
The door to the elevator opens and Shane's stomach sinks. He’d know the breadth of those shoulders anywhere.
“Moneypenny!” Ryan crows, as he sweeps towards Shane’s desk. Shane thinks wistfully of the long rice noodles and sweet-spicy sauce he has been dreaming about all week. Mr Daeng’s Tom Yum would also have been such a nice addition to Shane’s fridge for the weekend.
“Don’t call me that,” Shane says, and regrets it immediately.
OR: It's Bergara. Ryan Bergara, and he'll have his martini shaken, not stirred. Shane, on the other hand, manages M's calendar with an iron fist and has no time for nonsense. Or does he?
This fic is so sexy, if I do say so myself. It's got spies, it's got a little violence, it's got the author's kink discovery in the middle of it. What's not to love?
This Tornado Loves You - Shyan, Storm Chasers AU, 22k, E
“Thing’s a fuckin’ monster,” TJ says into the phone, “you should be able to see it now.”
Shane turns to look out the truck window. The sky is black, and around him, the corn tops are still. Nothing moves. The air feels terrifyingly full. Shane looks under the storm. It takes him a moment, but then he sees it, backlit by a flash of lightning.
All the hair stands up on the back of Shane’s neck.
Or: Shane Madej is a serious scientist, not just some yahoo with a camera and a death wish. Ryan, on the other hand, has a camera and a plan.
When they said write what you know, I took them at their word and wrote 22k about storms and chasing them and filled it full of weather and romance and the kind of proposal I might even say yes to, if it ever happened to me in the future.
#jess answers#thechaoscryptid#am writing#anyway these are just five of my favourites#i have way more than five
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do you have a date for the next update of the sinner's feast,,, absolutely no pressure just missing them
Ahh, I feel terrible for how slow I’ve been updating! My work schedule gave me a kick in the ass this month and it’s been killing my writing vibes.
BUT! I do have the majority of the next chapter done. I’ve got maybe another couple of scenes of it to write. And I’m hoping to have the next three done at the same time because they’re also mostly written.
So hopefully before the end of next week at the very latest I will have something for you!
In the meantime, have a deleted scene with an adorably sick Teddy to tide you over! ✨✨
Teddy was inconsolable for nearly three days. His fever had come down enough that he was permitted to leave the hospital after one night, but the experience had left the boy scared and clingier than usual.
“Padfoot, I don’t wanna.”
Sirius sighed, adjusting where Teddy was lying in his lap so he could try to tilt the spoon of sticky purple cough syrup into his mouth. “I know, Mini Moons, but remember how much better it makes you feel?”
“But it doesn’t even taste like grapes. The doctor is a liar,” he said, his bottom lip popping out even further in petulance. He was still very displeased that he’d been assigned to one of the pediatric doctors rather than Remus. “Daddy wouldn’t’ve lied to me.”
The sight of it made Sirius chuckle. “I’ll agree with you there, darling, but she didn’t lie about it making you better and you want to feel better don’t you?”
Teddy crossed his arms and seemed to think about this very hard for a few moments before he finally gave Sirius a small nod of acquiesce and took the spoon into his mouth. The boy squeezed his eyes shut and wrinkled his nose in a grimace. Sirius had to laugh at the dramatics of him as he kissed his still warm forehead, looking so much like Remus did when he was put out.
“That’s my big boy. All done,” he said, handing the boy his cup of apple juice to wash down the lying-grape taste.
“Padfoot, can we watch Narnia again tonight,’ he asked, pleadingly. He pulled out all the stops on Sirius, knowing he’d already made them watch the movie every night so far that week. His brown eyes grew big and his eyebrows tilted up in the way he knew made Sirius absolute putty for him.
“Of course we can,” Sirius laughed, not caring that he was completely wrapped around the boy’s finger.
It hadn’t taken more than twenty minutes for Teddy to crash from sickly exhaustion. He was sprawled out on Sirius’s chest, his leaking nose pressed to his collarbone and his breath only slightly rattling from the excess drainage. He flicked off the TV, content to just enjoy the quiet sounds of the little boy sleeping as he carded his fingers through the honey brown curls on his head.
Tilting his head down to bury his nose in Teddy’s hair, Sirius closed his eyes. He wrapped his arms around him, tucking Teddy’s blanket closer as the boy nuzzled further into Sirius.
“Love you, papa,” Teddy mumbled.
The words made tears burn in the back of Sirius’s eyes. “I love you too, Teddy.”
It was true, in just a few short months this child and his father had become the most important people in his life. He thought he had known love with Regulus and with James and even Remus, but as he brushed fever damp curls from Teddy’s forehead he realized the depth of his love. The things he was willing to do to keep Teddy safe… well, they terrified even Sirius.
The moment was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone, jammed down the side of the couch. Sirius quickly fished it out, not wanting anything to rob Teddy of much needed sleep. Not bothering to look at the name on the screen, he swiped to answer and held it up to his ear.
“Yeah?”
“Padfoot,” Wormtail shouted, clearly energized about something. “Hey man, we’ve got something brewing over here. Should be some serious action, we could use-“
“I’ve got Teddy tonight,” Sirius snapped. The last thing he wanted to do right now was get shot at or beat up. “Make do without me.”
“Are you fucking joking? We’ve got an opportunity for some well deserved retaliation and you’d rather what- stay home and play house with your gay ass little-“
“You better think real fucking hard about what’s going to fall out of your mouth next, Pettigrew,” Sirius growled, forcing himself not to jostle Teddy. “Take fucking Crouch with you if you’re so eager for bloodshed.”
“Whatever you say, VP,” Peter spat before hanging up.
Sirius tossed his phone a little harder than he meant and the clatter of it hitting the coffee table startled Teddy awake.
“Hey, sorry, Mini Moons. Go back to sleep.”
Teddy blinked up at him, his lip trembling slightly. “Papa, I don’t feel good.”
“I know,” Sirius shushed. “Try and sleep, though. In the morning you’ll be feeling better. Do you want a story or a song to go back to sleep?”
Teddy nodded with a small sniffle. “Song, please.”
“Alright,” Sirius said, kissing his head and shifting him a little more comfortably on his chest. Thinking for only a moment he started to hum quietly, the words lulling Teddy back to sleep quickly. “And the songbirds are singing, like they know the score. And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before.”
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my ex dared me to write this and i found it in my google docs
uh hi first post woo!
Cw: sex, scara steps on you but tbh if ur looking for scara smut you probably want that, scara is mean to u but u like it, both of them are in your orafaces, keaya is a great wingman
You were sitting at the bar with your friend, Kaeya. He once again dragged you out for an ‘exciting night on the town’ ; so far that has played out to be utter bullshit. “Come on, Y/n. I’m sure you’ll find something worthwhile. That is if you can actually muster the courage to talk to someone.”
You only rolled your eyes at his antics. “Kaeya, if I wanted to have a good night, I wouldn’t even be here. Not everyone finds someone to hook up with every time they go out,” you retorted. Suddenly, almost comically, someone tapped your shoulder.
So much for nobody coming to bother you.
You turn around to be greeted with a short, purple haired male dressed in mostly black. “I don’t see any point in beating around the bush, so I’ll spare you the niceties. Me and my friend-“ he gestures over to a blonde man with a streak of red in his hair, “- think you’re hot. Wanna hook up? I’ll even buy you a drink.”
You stare at him in utter shock. Normally Kaeya’s the one getting propositioned, not you. “I- what- HUH?? Me??? Let me think,” you immediately turn to Kaeya “what do i do?????”
Kaeya stares at you unamused. “Say yes,” the man whisper-shouts.
As you turn back to the purple haired man, you muster up all the courage you can find. “Uhm.. sure!” god, good fucking going, you seriously couldn’t come up with a better response? “By the way, I’m y/n,” you add, trying to diffuse some of the tension.
He nods, “Scaramouche. Come with me.” Cold much? Still, you oblige. You wave Kaeya goodbye and hurry after Scaramouche.
You are led to a table at the leftmost side of the bar. The man sitting at the table gives you a gentle wave; he seems much friendlier than his purple haired counterpart. “Hello there. I hope Scaramouche wasn’t too brash. He tends to scare people away-“ the red-eyed male chuckles, ”I am Kazuha, and you?”
“I’m Y/n, nice to meet you, Kazuha,” you steel your nerves as you sit on the opposite end of the table.Kazuha gives a reassuring grin as Scaramouche sits besides him.
“Would you two cut it with the fuckin’ flirting? You aren’t on a date, this is just a hookup.”
Of course Scaramouche had to butt in. You shift your eyes to look at him, clearly irritated. “Scaramouche, this is called being nice,” Kazuha explains sarcastically, “but what you say has some level of truth. Y/n, Just so you know what’s to come, me and Scaramouche would like to.. share you, for lack of a better word. Is that one hundred percent okay with you?”
You feel a strange mixture of fear and excitement puddle in your stomach. Still, you’ve made your decision “Yeah. It’s better than being dragged to some random bar and being miserable.”
And that’s how you ended up at some random apartment, kneeling before two guys you barely know. An air of tension filled the bedroom, everyone unknowing of what the other would do. Thankfully, Scaramouche spoke up soon enough. “Well if you’re just gonna fuckin’ stand there then I’ll take my turn first.”
The violet-eyed male leaned down to your level, roughly taking your face in his hand, almost inspecting you. Suddenly he slammed his lips onto yours, a faint taste of gin complimenting his rough lips. Scaramouche’s hands trailed up your shirt, scrambling for purchase on your waist. Your eyes fluttered, getting accustomed to the feeling of pleasure.
He started to ever so slightly nip at your bottom lip, causing you to whimper slightly, losing yourself in a mix of pain and pleasure. Scaramouche pushes you down so that you’re now half-laying on the ground as he starts to harshly bite and suckle at your collarbone.
“Fuck..” you gasped out, unprepared for the stinging pain of the male’s teeth.
“Can’t even take that? Fucking pathetic.”
Kazuha sent a disapproving glare to Scaramouche. “Now, now. You should be nicer to her,” the blonde admonished, sauntering over to the pair.
“Oh, shut up. I bet the little whore likes it-“ your core started to heat up at the belittling nickname, “doesn’t she? You can even check for yourself.” There was definitely a truth to his words, as much as it pained you to admit it.
Sure enough, when Kazuha ran a finger experimentally over your clothed folds, he was surprised with just how wet you were. “Oh my. I suppose what he said is quite true, hm?” you nodded as your cheeks and ears turned progressively pinker.
“Can I get back to what I was doing now?” Scaramouche was turning out to be quite the attention hog..
“I think it’s time I get a chance with her,” Kazuha muses, running his hands up and down your sides, sending shivers down your spine. If Scaramouche is annoyed by this, he doesn’t voice it. Kazuha kisses your jawline ever so gently, occasionally pausing to suck on particular spots. It feels feather light compared to the assault you had previously experienced.
Kazuha slides his hand down your skirt. Then, he tugs your underwear to the side. You wince slightly at the touch of his cool fingers on your heat. “I’ll try to be as gentle as possible, dove,” and with that, Kazuha pushed two slender fingers into your cunt.
God, he was fucking good with his fingers. The sound of your pants and mewls filled the bedroom, your hand twining itself into Kazuha’s blonde locks.
“God.. so fuckin’ good… dont stop,” you murmured inbetween gasps, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening evermore. You were close. He started to curl his fingers with every movement, hitting your sweet spot.
You felt yourself cumming as you reached your climax, pulsing around his fingers. Kazuha chuckled, but wordlessly removed his soaked fingers from your core. “Oh.. you’ve made quite the mess,” he positions his fingers in front of your mouth, “Go on, clean it.”
Although your face reddened at the demand, you nodded and put his fingers in your mouth; you could clearly taste your essence. Once his fingers were clean, you pulled them out of your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’ noise.
“Alright, you had your fun. My turn,” Kazuha only tsked at the violet eyed male’s antics and stood up. Scaramouche placed his foot on your back and pressed down until you were on your hands and knees. That’s where he wanted you.
Your underwear was already pushed to the side, so Scaramouche didn’t have to do much more than roughly thrusting into you, quickly bottoming out. He didn’t even give you time to adjust to his size, just started thrusting at an inhuman place. “fuck.. slow down!” you demanded.
Even though the initial pain had subsided, you still couldn't handle this much pleasure this suddenly. If Kazuha picked up on this, he did a good job of not showing it. It almost seemed like he encouraged it.
“You know, dove.. I think you could handle both of us at once, right? You can do it, I promise I’ll be gentle,” Kazuha’s words seeped into your ears like honey, and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to say yes. You nodded your head hurriedly, signaling for him to join.
He undid his belt buckle, releasing his length. The blonde gently cupped your cheek as he guided his tip into your mouth. As he slowly thrusted into your mouth, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the stimulation of both Kazuha and Scaramouche.
You choked on your moans, letting out little more than a pathetic hum around Kazuha’s cock. He let out a low groan. “Stars.. you’re taking me so well.. Keep going,” he praised.
This set something off in Scaramouche, if the harsh, now erratic thrusts are anything to go by. You felt your second climax of the night swiftly approaching, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
You clutched onto the carpet, moans gagged by Kazuha’s length in your throat as your climax came. Even after you rode out your highs, Scaramouche kept thrusting. It was clear he wouldn’t stop until he came.
Triggered by your pulsing heat, Scaramouche gives one last thrust before warm spurts of cum cover your walls. He quickly pulls out, leaving you whining at the sudden emptiness inside you, save for the cum quickly running down your thighs.
Kazuha finished soon after, filling your mouth with the salty flavor of his seed. As he pulled out of your mouth, you made sure not to spill any of it. Although the taste wasn’t the most desirable, you made sure to swallow it all.
“You did so, so well, dove,” Kazuha coos, helping you to your feet, “now let's go get you cleaned up, hm?”
yeah sorry if this is bad i wrote this in like 7th grade
#kazuha x reader#scara x reader#smut#mediocre#at best#idk what else to put in the tags#kazuha x you#kazuha kaedehara#genshin#kazuha x wanderer#wanderer
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Egotober 2023 Day 17: Like a Pitcher Plant
Summary: Janus is a living lie detector and he can spot one from a mile away.
Prompt: Flower
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31
Virgil wasn’t sure when his cousin got involved in whatever he was involved with back then. Or when Virgil figured out how they were making rent. Apparently Gainesville had been a great place before Dark got involved in the place.
When Virgil was little the city had been a relatively safe, now not so much. And Janus had promised to keep Virgil safe. Janus was five years older than him and quite possibly the most dangerous person. And Virgil had ever met a lot of dangerous people in the last two years. Only one of those he’d been actually working with Janus.
Today he was actually meeting Dark, which actually terrified Virgil.
Janus had invited along one of Virgil’s friends Remus, mostly to keep him from burning down whichever of Janus’s buildings he was around.
Janus himself was sitting at the end of a small table. Half of his face scaled like a snake’s. He was looking at a gold-colored pocket watch and he looked upset. Virgil’s phone showed the exact time that Dark had agreed to be there.
Virgil was in his black and purple cloak, hood drawn low over his eyes and a black neck gaiter covering the bottom of his face. His fingers tapped nervously on the table.
Janus sent over a small yellow snake, one of the magical creatures he was summoning more often. They calmed Virgil down considerably.
Then at 6:01 exactly on the dot, by Virgil’s phone at least, a shrill ringing and a red and blue chromatic portal ripped its way open into the room.
Dark stepped through, as if clawing his way through the portal, pushing it further open. Behind him stepped out three other people. One of them in a bright blue puppy dog mask that covered half his face, the top covered with light blue and white wildflowers. One in a green suit with a green fedora. The third was taller in a black pinstripe shirt and black gelled hair.
Virgil held one of Janus’s pet serpents closer, trying and failing not to be terrified.
Janus audible clicked his pocket watch shut. “Hmm, if the time we agreed to didn’t work out, we could have set one that did.”
“Deceit, I presume,” Dark said, pointedly refusing to answer.
“Yes, I was wondering when you’d actually show up,” Janus said, standing up and walking around the table.
Dark looked Janus up and down, “You’ve been making a considerable amount of trouble for me.”
“This was my town before you set foot here,” Janus said.
“Well times change,” Dark said.
Janus wasn’t happy, Virgil could see and feel it but Virgil felt alright, like everything was alright and it was just going to—
Then Janus looked over at the bright blue ensemble, “I suggest if you don’t want a war, you tell your little friend to stop what he’s doing.”
Fedora and Pinstripe seemed to tense up but Dark smiled and gestured with his hand.
Flower Boy smiled and looked over at Dark.
Virgil felt a bit more apprehension which was a bit more normal, and made him panic a little bit.
“You’re more sensitive than I gave you credit for, usually your type doesn’t notice what my dear Pathos is doing.” Dark held his hand up and the other two steps forward. “Janus, meet three of my top enforcers. Pathos, of course, along with Philly and Author.”
“Sup,” Author smiled.
“Why is only one of them in a mask?” Virgil asked.
Dark didn’t seem bothered by the question, “The heroes in Egoton have been a bit of a bad influence on him, sad to say.”
“I like the pretty costumes,” Pathos, Patton, said. His hands framed his face in a way that was supposed to look cute and to Virgil it was. But to Janus it set his teeth on edge.
His voice was familiar, but Virgil didn’t know why.
“The heroes in Egoton have begun multiplying and I refuse to deal with children, which is why my next crop of enforcers will be dealing with them instead.”
“Don’t see what that has to do with my city,” Janus said.
“Bing and Sharp are stationed in this city, and I refuse to give an inch of my territory to a group of brightly colored children.” Dark was giving Janus a smug look.
Before Janus could give an appropriate barbed response, there was a loud noise that made everyone except Dark jump, and Dark actively looked like he’d received the worst kind of minor inconvenience.
Virgil looked and saw what had happened and saw Anti crumpled up against the wall right before he sprung up.
“Sup,” Anti said as he grabbed a chair.
“What are you doing here?” Dark asked.
“Bothering you, it’s my favorite hobby,” Anti said with his Cheshire-like grin.
“This is why the heroes think we’re a League,” Dark said. “You keep showing up where you’re not wanted.”
“I show up exactly when I want to, hey brats,” Anti said.
“Sup,” Author said.
“Hi, Anti,” Pathos waved.
Anti glitched over to Patton and tapped at the flowers on his head.
“I look great,” Patton said.
“Sure,” Anti said and then glitched over to where Remus and Virgil were.
Virgil flinched, Remus did not. And Remus got the brunt of Anti’s attention because of it.
“Hello,” Anti smiled. His eyes began turning coal black and his form began glitching.
Remus chuckled as he held Anti’s gaze.
As a reward he got a slightly warmer smile from the glitch demon. “I like you, you got a name, kid?” Anti said.
“They just call me the Duke,” Remus said.
“Perfect, love it,” Anti said.
Then the glitch demon smiled at Dark, glancing back at the other demon. “Hey, asshat, you should adopt this one too. He’d fit right in.”
“No,” Dark said. “Get away from him before he bites you.”
“You don’t tell me what to do,” Anti said.
“I could discorporate you and not have to listen to you,” Dark said.
“Nah, I can see myself out,” Anti said and then he whispered something to Remus before grabbing him and the two of them were out the door before Virgil could do so much as stand up.
“Hey!” Janus shouted.
“Hope he’s fireproof,” Dark told Janus.
“The Duke being fireproof is the least of my concerns,” Janus said. “This meeting is over, you brought Anti here, you can help get rid of him.”
Dark looked disgusted. “I did no such thing.”
“Then why do I think he would not be here without you also being here,” Janus said.
“Fine, we’ll reschedule this then,” Dark said and opened up a portal. His three Lost Ones went through the portal first, and then Dark followed them.
Janus and Virgil waited a little bit before leaving. They left slowly, too slowly for Virgil’s nerves.
Virgil kept pace with his cousin, “Should we chase after Remus, make sure he’s alright?”
Janus was quiet, staring at the space Dark and his three “apprentices”.
“Dee?” Virgil said.
“I wouldn’t be worried about the Duke, he’ll be fine,” Janus said. “I want you to keep your eye on Logan. He’s dating Pathos and I do not trust those three.”
“Are you sure?” Virgil asked, a little worried. “I knew he was on Dark’s payroll but—”
“Logan thinks he’s very clever, that I don’t know what he’s been up to, but he is not and I do not trust the demons that Dark had with him.”
“Why?” Virgil said. “We’ve dealt with demons before, they’re all the same.”
“Dark is predictable, he’s greedy and callous. But the blue one looks just human enough to get away with things. And what a coincidence that they showed up so soon after Logan’s little “internship” as if Dark doesn’t know what he’s doing with his little faux humans.”
Virgil stopped. “They aren’t human?”
“Those things are less human than I am at this point,” Janus said. “What they are, especially Pathos, are pitcher flowers. And I will not let him harm Logan, I will not let Pathos do that with Logan.”
Dread crept into Virgil but Janus began walking down the hallway again. “Come on, before the Duke gets himself into trouble.”
It took a couple steps before Virgil caught up with him, not wanting to chase after Remus but wanting to check on Logan. But he did as Janus asked.
#Egotober 2023#Superhero AU#Masks and Maladies#Virgil Sanders#Janus Sanders#Darkiplier#Patton Sanders#the Author#illinois ahwm#Remus Sanders
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Waves 🌊🌅🐚
Jake x reader
570 words
Warnings: none. Just ocean and fluff
AN: the beach pictures of Jake shook me to my core. Please enjoy this tiny bit of goofy fluff. This isn’t proofread so excuse any typos
You always loved the ocean. As soon as you smelled the salt air and felt the sand underfoot there was a part of you that relaxed. It was even better with Jake. He was always staring at the horizon making piratey remarks in his English accent that made you laugh. Even when everyone else was ready to stay in for the day he was always willing to take one more beach walk with you.
That’s where you were now, the sun had just slipped below the horizon and everything was cast in gorgeous pink and purple light. You and Jake hadn’t even bothered to wear shoes when you left the beach house after dinner. The wet sand felt perfectly cool under your feet and you scanned the edge of the waves for good shells. You wandered further into the water, the sea foam swirling around your calves. You looked back at Jake to see if he had followed you. He had, the water touching the bottom of his rolled up jeans. He was facing into the breeze coming off the waves, pushing his loose hair off his neck, as he watched gulls swoop overhead.
He noticed you looking and gave you a cheeky smile and wink. “The view is that way sweetheart.” He motioned towards the ocean with his chin.
You rolled your eyes in exaggerated annoyance, feeling playful. “Don’t tell me what to do Jacob.”
His mouth fell open in faux shock. “The mouth on you!”
You put your hands on you hips and raised your eyebrows at him, continuing the play argument. “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”
He bit back a smile and shrugged, his tongue pushing on the inside of his cheek. Suddenly he bent over and splashed a handful of water at you. The salty spray hit you in the face and your mouth fell open in genuine surprise.
He saw the look on your face and turned to get away but the sand and water slowed him down. You tackled him, arms wrapping around his waist, using your body weight to pull you both down into the foamy water. He hollered and laughed as you both fell. You shrieked with laughter as he rolled over and used both hands to send waves and splashes at you.
His laugh was breathy and perfect as you pushed him again, both of you mostly submerged and soaked in only a foot of salty water.
A wave hit his back and rocked him forward, his hands braced on either side of you in the sand. His hair had stuck to his cheek and you were both still laughing breathlessly as you gently pealed it off his skin and cupped his jaw. You could feel his smile on your salty lips as he kissed you. His warm eyes sparkled with humor as he looked at you. “You’re so silly.”
You chuckled and kissed him again. “I’m silly? You’re a goofball.”
He winked and rolled over, propping himself up by his elbows in the surf. “Well you love me.”
You kissed his salty cheek and pressed yourself against his side. “Sure do.”
You sat like that together, accepting your soaked clothes and enjoying each other and the water as the evening stretched across the sky. You tucked this moment into your heart, to keep for when you needed it. This perfect salty moment with your lovely silly man.
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"It really is you" (Demon Slayer) (Manga spoilers???)
This is what I meant in that last post where I apologized in advance for a drawing of these two I was gonna get out
I can't tell if this has any specific Manga spoilers, so a warning is there just incase ^^"
I'm also not even gonna bother with the Kanji or even TRY to do it anymore for Koku or any of the other uppermoons if I ever draw them since it's such a pain in the ass
I was actually finished with it last night, but was too lazy to past it right away so that's why it's posted today. Also, in the last posts with Zakiko & Yuzuki being different ranks, just ignore what I said. They're hashiras, so they're both hashira rank. I know how demon slayer ranks work, I promise! I'm just very stupid qwp
Also, Zakiko becomes a half-demon in the late Sengoku period instead of Meiji, so ignore that too. Again, I is a dumb bitch
Anyways, the top part is in the Moonlit reunions arc where the two meet in an abandoned garden at nighttime & eventually realize who the other one is. After she introduces herself to him, Koku feels a bit of familiarity with her name. It isn't until he takes a look at the Cresent moon pin she has that really made it click with him, even though it was a delayed reaction for Zakiko. He hugged her & she was confused for a second, but did eventually realized it was her old friend
& the bottom part takes place in the Infinity castle arc in the castle itself where Zakiko fights Koku next to Sanemi & Gyomei. But not making it out alive, unfortunately. & you also get to see Zakiko's blade & hilt, too (Yes, I did my research & learned moon breathing users blades are light purple. Bless you, tik tok!). Koku is about to attack Gyomei & Sanemi again but Zakiko interrupts him with the first form of Moon breathing & knocks him back a bit. After hearing the two talk to her for a second & say how relieved they are to have her there, Koku's praying it's not actually her & he looks up to realize it is, hence why he looks so horrified & she looks so numb & sad. Sanemi even joked with Zakiko saying how she must be more intimidating than he thought if she can easily scare uppermoon one himself just from being there. Tsk tsk, if only they knew the whole story
Fun fact, Zakiko actually has scars on her face & hands when she goes into the afterlife from her fight in the real world. I just thought that nice little detail would be pretty cool
Also, just because I'm down bad for Kokushibo doesn't mean I'm gonna ship these two together. The love they have is a platonic, found family love if you really wanna know so badly. Besides, I just think they'd just be better off like that (Mostly cuz it wouldn't work anyway since Zakiko likes girls mostly LMFAO)
I'm gonna have a nicer drawing of these two later to make it up to all of you for the angst, I promise!
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Zakiko Shibata by: Me
Kokushibo from: Demon slayer
Demon slayer by: Ufotable
Do not steal, trace or copy.
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soulmate au pt 2
on ao3 | part one
Porsche woke up with his hand halfway to his throat.
“You’re awake,” a soft voice called. He saw Pete come around the side of the couch out of the corner of his eye but didn’t look at him. He pressed tenderly at this neck. It was sore but he’d have expected that after being choked out. His touch also sent a shot of warmth through him, one he’d never experienced but had certainly heard enough about.
“That son of a bitch,” Porsche leapt to his feet. Pete was already in front of him and held him back.
“Calm down. Khun Kinn saved your life. If he hadn’t done that, the minor family would have demanded your head!” Porsche glared at him but Pete didn’t back down. “He saved your life,” he repeated. “He could have just shot you but he didn’t.”
Porsche shook his head and looked away. Unfortunately the movement left him facing directly into the mirror hanging on the wall. The last vestiges of his denial melted away when he caught sight of the bold, brilliant marks on his neck and cheek. He tugged the collar of his shirt away from his neck almost unwittingly until he could see the handprint in full. The palm on the base of his throat was a vibrant blue that shifted to purple and finally to fingerprints in bright red as they wrapped around the sides of his throat. It covered the entire front of his neck and the bottom of his chin. And as if that wasn’t enough, he had a brush on his cheek that looked a bit like a comet with a dark red splash on his cheekbone that quickly faded into purple then blue. Porsche supposed that was from the slap.
Pete stood silently as he moved closer to the mirror and examined every angle. “I don’t suppose anyone else grabbed my neck or touched my face with their bare hands while I was unconscious?” Pete didn’t bother to answer, not that Porsche really needed him to. He’d felt the mark appearing when Kinn had him in his grasp. “Fuck,” he swore softly. “Fuck,” he said again, louder.
“Porsche…”
“Who knows?” Porsche cut him off.
“For sure? Me and Ken. We brought you back here.”
Porsche closed his eyes. “So everyone knows,” he concluded. Ken hated him. There was no way he would keep something like this to himself.
“Probably,” Pete agreed.
“Fuck,” Porsche repeated. A sudden thought occurred to him and he whirled on Pete. “Has Kinn-”
“No,” Pete assured him quickly. “No one from the family has come by.”
Porsche exhaled heavily. He didn’t know what he was going to do about this but he really didn’t want to have to deal with anyone from the Theerapanyakun family while he figured it out. If he wasn’t permanently tied to them before he certainly was now but he just wanted a few moments-
There was a loud, steady knock at the door.
Porsche and Pete looked at each other. “I’m not here,” Porsche hissed. Pete looked at him askance.
Bang! Bang!
“Answer it!” Porsche shooed Pete at the door then ducked into the bathroom and eased the door mostly shut.
Pete stood where he was for another moment before hurrying to the door. “Mr. Chan,” Pete greeted and Porsche’s heart sunk. Nothing good could come from Khun Korn’s personal bodyguard coming to their room.
“Khun Korn requests Porsche’s presence,” Chan’s deep voice made Porsche’s stomach sink even further than it already was. He was strongly considering throwing up. “Get him out here.”
“Porsche? Uh, he, uh…” Pete stuttered until Porsche couldn’t take it anymore. No one disobeyed Khun Korn and Chan was an extension of the man himself. It wouldn’t be fair to get Pete in trouble over this. He turned the sink on and wet his hands before splashing some on his face.
He turned the tap off and turned to find Chan in the doorway behind him. “Mr. Chan,” he greeted.
Chan didn’t bother saying anything; he turned and walked out, fully confident that Porsche would be at his heels. Porsche started after him after exchanging a sorrowful look with Pete. His life was about to change irrevocably. Again.
“Porsche!” Pete called just before the door closed.
Porsche shot a hand out to keep the door open and poked his head back into the room. “Yeah?”
“Uh,” Pete gestured at him. “Maybe…button your shirt more? It’s sort of all…” Porsche glanced down at his chest to see the top three buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. There was no hiding the mark.
“Porsche!” Chan called and Porsche had to jog lightly to catch up, buttoning his shirt as much as he could as he went. Chan shook his head when he saw what he was doing but didn’t comment.
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Chan led him to a conference room in a part of the building Porsche had never set foot in before and knocked on the door before opening it and letting Porsche in. Porsche hesitated before slowly stepping through. Chan closed the door behind him, staying on the other side.
Porsche carefully stepped further into the room until he could see the whole table and the four Theerapanyakun sitting around it. Porsche had never actually met Kinn’s younger brother but he’d been shown his picture enough times that he recognized the younger man on sight. He only had a moment to take in the fact that Kim had actually been summoned to the house for this meeting before his eyes caught on Kinn’s hand. It was only the second time Porsche had seen his bare hand but he knew it wouldn’t be the last. Not with the brilliant colors on his palm that perfectly mirrored the ones on Porsche’s neck. He wasn’t sure what it said about them that the colors weren’t muted like many of the marks he’d seen but he didn’t care to find out.
The four men looked up at him when he entered. “Finally,” Tankhun huffed. “Can’t believe we had to wait on the bodyguard.” Kinn’s hand, the unmarked one Porsche noticed, reached out and smacked his brother in the chest. “Hey!” Tankhun yelped. “Not okay!”
Kinn ignored his brother, standing so quickly his chair almost toppled over. Porsche watched as he stalked over to him and in one quick motion jerked his shirt open. The buttons he’d carefully just done up opped off and clattered to the floor. Porsche recoiled but Kinn held his shirt in a fist and kept him in place. “Don’t,” he ordered. His voice was light, just below his normal speaking voice, but there was steel in it. He ran a finger up Porsche’s chest until he reached his neck and then he carefully fit his hand directly over the mark.
“And you thought you could pretend he wasn’t yours,” Khun Korn muttered just loud enough for Porsche to hear. Kinn froze at the words before slowly lowering his hand. “Sit.”
They did. Kinn’s grip on him slackened enough that Porsche hurried to the other side of the table and took a seat several away from any of the others. Kinn gracefully settled back into his seat at his father’s side.
“Now,” Khun Korn started, “obviously this is an important development for our family.” Kim huffed and Tankhun pouted. The older man was clearly not over Porsche’s role in the death of his beloved fish. “Porsche will no longer serve as a bodyguard. He will need a security detail of his own-” Porsche couldn’t help the small sound of protest he let out. All four men stared at him, Kim’s eyebrows raised, likely at his audacity to interrupted his father.
“I don’t need a bodyguard,” he protested.
Khun Korn stared at him. “You are my son’s soulmate-” both Kinn and Porsche fidgeted at that- “and thus, are an obvious point of weakness for my family. Since your mark is so visible and your connection cannot be denied, I cannot leave you unprotected. You will stay at Kinn’s side as he sees fit but any time you leave this compound, you will do so with at least one bodyguard with you at all times. I’ll leave it up to Kinn’s team to arrange the specifics. Now. We,” he looks to his sons, “are supportive and silent on this matter.” Tankhun glared across the table at Porsche. “This will not stay quiet. If the topic is brought up, we do not deny it but nor do we discuss it. It is a private matter for Kinn. I do not want one word otherwise to get out, is that understood?” He stared his sons down until they nodded in acquiescence. “Good. Now, Porsche, you’re brother is being retrieved as we speak-”
“What?!” Porsche leaned forward, his body resting largely on the table now. “You’re not supposed to go near him. He’s supposed to stay-” He cut himself off at the look in Khun Korn’s eyes.
“Things have changed,” the man said simply. His tone brooked no argument. “He will be set up with his own rooms near to Kinn’s. Since your parents are dead there is no further action required by me at this point.” He stood and buttoned his suit jacket. The others rose with him. “I trust you will handle everything else,” he laid a hand on Kinn’s shoulder and waited for his nod. When he got it, he left without another word.
“So,” Kim drawled the second the door shut behind his father.
“No,” Kinn snapped, cutting him off. He shot Porsche a look before stalking off. Porsche closed his eyes for a brief moment before following.
“Oh look. He finally knows his place.” Even Tankhun was getting his shots in.
Porsche walked a step behind and to the right of Kinn, both of them completely silent. Every single person they passed in the hallways stared at Porsche’s neck; most of them then looked to Kinn’s ungloved hands, the realization obvious on their faces. By the time they entered Kinn’s private rooms, Porsche was ready to scream. He’d always been a private person and this new reality he’d found himself was nauseating.
Inside, Porsche didn’t bother to look around. He figured he’d have enough time to explore in the future. Instead he went straight for the floor to ceiling windows that showed Bangkok in its glory and braced himself against the glass. There was a whole world out there, despite the fact that his had just been shrunk to this building. Behind him, he heard Kinn moving around. The soft rustle of fabric told him that Kinn had taken off his jacket. The clink of glasses and the loud thunk of ice hitting crystal told Porsche that he was fixing a drink. He didn’t turn around. He couldn’t.
A gentle thud behind him surprised him. He hadn’t heard Kinn cross the room but when he turned he found a drink on the table next to him, Kinn a few steps away with his own clutched in his hand.
Kinn took a long sip, his eyes fixed again on Porsche’s neck. “So.”
Porsche grabbed the glass meant for him and tossed the whole thing back in one swallow. He didn’t know what it was and he didn’t care. “So.”
#kinnporsche#kp fic#my fic#so uh i wrote a soulmate au one shot and said that was gonna be it#and then later the SAME DAY i wrote part 2#im having flashbacks to of guitars and kitschy logos...#moral of the story...if i say its a one shot take it with a large grain of salt bc im apparently a lying liar who lies
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