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ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ

ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ : sᴍᴜᴛ ☠︎︎

ᴀғᴀʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ!ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄ!ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴsᴏɴ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴ, sᴇᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs : sᴜʙ/ᴅᴏᴍ ᴄᴏɴ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ғ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), sʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴡᴇᴀᴛ, ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ, sᴘɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ғᴀᴄᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ/ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ ɪɴ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ, ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄᴜᴍ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ sᴀғᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ, sʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ᴠᴀɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ, ᴀǫᴜɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs sᴇʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ/sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ/ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ : ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴇʟғ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ... ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʟʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ sʟᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄ ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ. ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏʀʀʏ. ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴅᴏᴡɴʀɪɢʜᴛ ғɪʟᴛʜʏ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ, ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ! ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴀɪᴅ : ᴛʜɪs ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴀғᴛs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, sᴏ ɪ'ᴍ sᴏ sᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 7ᴋ

ᴄʀᴏss ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ : ᴄᴏᴢᴍɪᴄᴄᴀss

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OF COURSE YOUR CAR had to break down on the hottest day of the year. this was just your luck and honestly, you were tired of it. you just wanted something to go right, just for once! it was bad enough that you found out you were cheated on, so you had to buy a whole "new" car because your ex took the vehicle you bought together. this new one was a piece of shit.

and he was an even bigger piece of shit.

you stood by your broken-down rust bucket on the side of a barely-traveled-on dirt road right outside of your hometown of hawkins, indiana in a cute, little pink dress and flats. your hair was a mess in its updo and you were dying of heat exhaustion. you just needed someone—anyone to drive by!

you were just about to give up, so you started walking towards town because at least then you knew you'd be in the cool air soon enough. you got about five feet from your vehicle before seeing a dark blue tow truck that you knew was none other than eddie munson's turning down the road. he was the town's best and most affordable mechanic and he just so happened to be incredibly dreamy. he was a bit of a trouble maker and you found that to be downright tempting.

eddie was about fourteen years older than you, but you still knew about what he was known for. things that he probably wouldn't even think about doing to you, but you sure hoped he did. just about every week for the past two years, you would see him at the grocery store or family video, both of you making polite conversation, even going as far as light flirting and (you didn't know, of course) eddie would ogle your figure every time you'd walk away, always thinking about what he'd do to that 'innocent' body of yours.

eddie's truck was nearing, so with desperation, you used your hand to flag the truck down and your knight in shining armor slowed down to a stop.

he rolled his window down on his passenger side and with that signature smile, he leaned over his middle console to talk to you, "well, hey there, sweetheart. what's going on?"

his hair was pulled back into a low-hanging ponytail and he had a wife-beater tank top on. if you hadn't already been sweating, you would've been at that holy sight.

"my damn car broke down!" you huffed, " is there any way you could give me a lift home, mr. munson? i'll pay you," your bottom lip popped out as you looked at him. eddie was trying his best not to get worked up over your politeness, let alone the state you were in. your sweet clothing made it hard for his mind to stay clean. damn, i'm a pervert, he thought.

eddie had a crush on you too, but it kind of made him feel like a creep, so he never acted on it... unless you made the first move, of course. there was always a loophole.

"d'ya want me to take a look? i won't charge ya," his eyes were squinting from the summer sun, sweat beads rolling down his handsome face from the short amount of time the heat was pooling into his cooled truck.

you nodded gratefully and eddie pulled the vehicle in front of yours and got out. you could really see him then; his blue coverall sleeves from work were tied around his waist, covered in oil and other car fluids and a dirty rag was hanging out of one of his pockets. he looked damn good and you tried to get a good eye-full without being caught.

"first lemme see if i can just..." the hood popped open with a grunt from him and he took a quick look inside. "yeah, this is gonna be a minute. i'll have to take it up to the shop, sweetheart. but i'll run ya cheap, i promise." his eyes wandered down your body and you felt the heat rise both to your face and down to your core. thank goodness you were already very red from the summer sun, but surely you'd tell on yourself in other ways. that much you were sure of.

you were just thankful eddie had been out there when he was and you've had that silly, little schoolgirl crush on him for years, so of course you agreed without hesitation and waited eagerly in his air-conditioned passenger seat. he was surprisingly quick to attach your vehicle to his and met you in the truck.

the ride was filled with sexual tension that you weren't sure if you were imagining or not. his muscular, tatted arm rested on the middle console, daring you to touch it, but you couldn't bring yourself to do such a thing. you felt like you barely knew him, but the temptation was there all the same.

when eddie pulled up to your house, he made sure to take your number down and told you he'd let you know if there was any development on fixing it. you hoped that wasn't the only reason why.

"or if you wanna come by the shop and see me, i'll be there," you couldn't help but feel like a piece of meat dangling in front of a ravenous lion with the way he looked you up and down. you could practically see the drool coming from his cynical smile.

you didn't want him to leave yet, so you did what any logical, slightly horny person would do in your situation: talk him into staying. you look up at him through heavy lashes, and your voice comes out just above a whisper, "so how much do you think this'll cost me, mr. munson?"

when you called him that, eddie could barely contain himself. the way your little voice trembled slightly as though you were a little scared of him, but he knew better. he had known of your little infatuation with him, so he figured he'd shoot his shot. to hell with that previous statement of you making the first move. you seemed too shy, he'd have to give you a little... push, just a bit of pressure to your soft and vulnerable exterior.

a chuckle rose from his chest sending shockwaves to your cunt, "well, i'm not sure of the whole problem yet, darlin', but i'm sure we can figure somethin' out."

eddie was coming onto you; you didn't have to be a genius to figure that out. your bottom lip found itself between your teeth as you leaned against his truck checking him out again, this time with every intent of getting caught.

thankfully, he wasn't shy and played right along.

"you oughta' invite me in so we can discuss payment options though," his head nodded towards your house and a cheshire grin spread across his face, traveling right up to his sparkling brown eyes.

usually, you'd never let someone you'd hardly known in your house so quickly, but eddie munson would be the exception every time. so with an innocent smile, you nodded; the condition of your shitty car was no longer a concern to you as you eagerly dragged him through your front door.

as soon as your feet hit the entryway of your home, eddie made it abundantly clear what his motives were. the door slammed shut with your back against it, a rough hand wrapped around your pretty little throat. a tingly sensation rose up your body like goosebumps, but better. you leaned into his grip with no shame, wetness forming in your panties.

"and here i thought you were this sweet lil' thing, always tempting me with those bright eyes and pretty smiles." eddie's hold on you tightened only slightly, causing you to let out a shaky moan and your eyes to flutter open. his eyes flicked down to your lips as he licked his own, "i'm glad i was wrong."

"oh, i'm still very sweet, sir." you teased, smiling at the pressure he added to your neck.

he laughed darkly, a villainous grumble rising out of him. "and i fully intend to find out just how sweet you are, or maybe i'll just leave you here: pathetic and deprived."

you pouted dramatically, but you knew you'd get what you wanted just as eddie did. with his big hand still secured on your neck, he took his thumb from his other hand and pulled at your bottom lip, "open." he was going out on a limb here and seeing just what all you would do for him. he learned very quickly that he wouldn't be disappointed one bit.

even though you had never been one to follow rules, you believed you would follow this man to the ends of the earth. so your mouth opened slightly, never once breaking eye contact with the handsome guy in front of you. his rugged appearance made you that much more eager to please.

"wider." he yanked your chin harshly and you complied, your tongue falling flat. you knew exactly what he was about to do. "that's a good fucking girl," an ornery grin appeared on that beautiful face of his and then he spat in your mouth. "that's right, now swallow."

you closed your mouth and the warm substance rolled down your tongue and down your throat. it tasted of spearmint and cigarettes; you didn't know what you were supposed to expect from someone's saliva, but it had you questioning your sanity. you wanted him to do it again. and again and again. so you swallowed, just as you were told. like a good girl, his good girl.

a little spit dribbled down the side of your mouth and you were quick to swipe it up and suck it off your own finger. you felt absolutely filthy; swallowing a man's spit before even kissing him? you ate that shit up.

"mmm, i'm going to have fun with you," he intently gazed in your eyes and rubbed your neck almost lovingly, but you knew better.

then, eddie hastily picked you up by your plush hips and set you on your perfectly white kitchen island behind him, placing himself between your soft thighs. your cotton panties were already seeping.

"at any point during this, just say 'mercy' and i'll stop or change things up, okay? i want you to feel comfortable with me." your eyes widened as you just realized what you'd gotten yourself into. he slowly dragged a long calloused finger from the collar of your dress to the very end of the feeble fabric. his hand hovered near your core and he could feel the delicious heat radiating off of it.

you nodded your head hastily as you watched him, incredibly worked up. you just needed a little bit of friction.

"and if i'm gonna do anything, i need your words, okay? you're a big girl, right?" you nod your head again already too fucked out without him even doing anything.

"ah, ah." he turned to your sink to wash his hands before he defiled you. eddie munson might've been a pervert, but he wasn't gross.

"yes. i understand. words, mr. munson." your cheeks turn a bright shade of red. this was all very new to you, but you couldn't get enough of it. everyone always treated you as this meek, innocent person and you were not that at all. not really. you were thrilled it was eddie that got to find out firsthand.

"good girl, i'm gonna start touching you now, yeah?" his words came out breathy as he leaned back into your body.

"yeah," you nearly moaned.

eddie raised your dress above your head in one swift movement leaving you completely exposed minus the thing he wanted most. his index finger met the crotch of your underwear and moved them to the side. your core was throbbing in anticipation when he finally took two of his fingers through your slick, a quiet mewl leaving your mouth. his digits were covered in your arousal, so he brought them up to your mouth and you took them without him even asking. eddie reveled in this, a gruff moan escaping him as he watched you closely.

your tongue swirled around his fingers before sliding your mouth from his hand. you leaned back, elbows supporting your shivering body, legs thrown over eddie's strong shoulders.

"fuck, so needy, baby." another moan left your lips as eddie bit your shoulder before sending his two most middle fingers into you. they were precise and careful, knowing exactly what areas needed to be touched and how much pressure to put on your spongey spot. the curl of his digits was heavenly; stars clouding your vision along with a few tears from the intensity.

after a mere two minutes, you couldn't believe you were about to cum, "i-i.."

"shh, i know." his thumb joined in at the tip top of your cunt, circling that sensitive little nub with vigor. you came with a spasm of your entire body, legs shaking, your body nearly flailing off of the counter, a salacious scream leaving your sweet lips. "you did such a good job for me,"

eddie set your legs down with a smirk, "i need you to wrap your arms and legs around me, sweetheart." and so you did very obediently, your clothed cunt rubbed against the rough fabric of his clothing making you all the more hungry. he asked what direction your bedroom was in before taking you there with urgency; your heart pounded the closer he got.

this was actually happening and you couldn't believe it. all those years of pining after and dreaming of eddie munson, he was about to take you however he saw fit and you were going to let him.

he placed you on the bed and you started to lean up to kiss him, but stopped you with a hand to the top of your head, pushing you down, "ah ah ah, down. on your knees for me, baby." his gruff voice melted you down to your bare knees fully accepting the carpet burn soon to come.

you knelt in front of the beautiful man, gazing up at him like he had put all of the stars in the sky. just the thought of his dick in your mouth made your poor pussy quiver and your mouth water. your hands reached for his coveralls eagerly, dragging them down his legs to reveal his erection secured loosely in his boxers. blue plaid. cute.

for someone who acted like he was in control, eddie sure was fucking losing it on the inside. seeing you all lovely and disheveled underneath him without his cock even being inside you made his ego way bigger than it should have been. he roughly ran his ringed hand through his unruly hair that wasn't in a ponytail anymore, looking up at your ceiling so he didn't bust right then and there.

your lips were pouty, skin glistening from the sweat, and god, he just wanted to fuck you up. make you forget your own name, forget his name even. he wanted to make you a puddle on the bed when he was done with you.

you took his boxers down to his ankles too and eddie stepped out of them in all his luster. a slight gasp came from your lips at the sight of him; pink, pretty and big. wasting no time at all, your mouth attached to his leaking tip. a slight swirl of your tongue and eddie had your hair in his hands, guiding your head down, down, down until he hit the back of your throat and groaned the most beautiful, guttural moan you've ever heard from a man.

"fuck, sweetheart, i just might have to make you mine if you keep taking me like the dirty little thing you are." he pulls you back and slams his cock into your throat, drool spilling from your pretty mouth. your humming only guaranteed his thrusts he started, the vibration encouraging him.

you wanted to be his so bad, you would gladly do anything he asked of you if it meant he'd keep you. just at the thought, one of your hands found its way to your clit and you couldn't help it, you had to have some sort of release.

he was salty from a hard day's work, but it made him even sweeter to you. you bobbed your head up and down, your nails were digging into his thighs as his rammed himself in and out. both of your hands came up to accompany your slick mouth, pumping his perfect dick. something about two hands on his cock made him come undone.

"oh sh-shit," you feel him throbbing and twitching and you take him out of your mouth, his white, hot ropes spilling all over your mouth, face and chest.

with your finger, you scooped up some from your cheek into your mouth, "mmm, so sweet, mr. munson."

eddie let out a staggered breath, "you dirty thing, you like my cum all over those pretty tits?" you nod. "yeah? i bet you like it in your mouth even more, huh? go ahead, lick it all up for me."

your hand sultrily dragged through the sticky substance, chest heaving from the filthy things you knew you were going to do. it dripped down your hand as your tongue lapped it up, making sure you were watching his reactions the entire time, those big brown eyes observing you so carefully, mouth agape, practically drooling himself.

you were so beautiful like this, on your knees, covered in his cum.

"i want you to take it all, slut." his bottom lip was between his teeth and you moaned. "are you my slut, baby?"

you nodded earning a firm slap in the face from him. the sting was bittersweet and you knew a handprint was sure to form, but you were more than okay with that.

"what did i tell you about using your words?" eddie's eyes grew dark, making you shiver in both excitement and fear. "try again. are you my slut?"

"yes, eddie, i'm your slut. i really am, i promise," your bottom lip stuck out at him, trembling. "i wanna have you inside me, all of you." you made intimate eye contact with his weeping slit. such a pretty cock.

a low snicker rose out of him, "not until you're all clean. can't have too dirty of a girl, can we?"

"no sir," you shook your head quickly. you licked up pretty much every drop of that yummy, gooey stuff before eddie decided to let you up off of your now carpet-burned knees with a harsh yank of your hair.

"such a good listener, aren't we? think i should reward you?" eddie threw you onto your bed on your back, a pathetic whimper coming from you.

"i've been so good, please."

"awe, and so respectful." he cooed and crawled over to you on his hands and knees, truly looking like a lion with that wild mane. you were his prey and you were honored. never have you been so infatuated with anyone, let alone a male, but damn, he had a way about him.

eddie sunk down to his elbows to kiss your bare thighs, his warm breath fanning over your skin causing goosebumps. with one sudden movement, he brought the back of your thighs flush to his shoulders again. only this time, he was going to use more than his hands.

eddie slowly took your panties down and off, flinging them somewhere long forgotten. he kisses up your thigh, right on a sensitive spot. you twitch because of the sensation; you had no idea you'd be so sensitive, but he had a hunch. he looked at you as a smirk crept upon his face.

if you weren't in such a compromising position, you'd smack that smug look right off his pretty face... but you were, so you just loved in it. his bouncy curls tickling the inside of your thighs, plush lips like clouds gracing your skin, rough fingers drilling into the squishy cellulite. you could live and die here.

well, maybe not before you got to feel eddie's cock burying inside you.

eddie came face to face with your pretty opening and blew lightly, the warm air earning a yelp from you. "you're already soaked, baby, did you get off making me cum? hmm?" a whine escaped you and he ran his finger through your folds. "you didn't even ask, did you? naughty girl."

truthfully, you hadn't even noticed, you were so preoccupied with making sure he felt as good as he made you feel, that it was even a surprise to you.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to... i just—please touch me, eddie," your legs slightly tightened around his neck.

thankfully for you, eddie was feeling generous tonight, so without another word, he took that lengthy tongue to your cunt. if you thought his fingers felt good, you weren't even close to prepared for the talent that man had when it came to his mouth. a flat stripe down the middle made you moan out before he took your clit into his mouth and sucked. not too hard, but not too soft. he flicked it around, side to side, watching your every facial expression. eddie wanted you to remember this for the rest of your life and damnit, you knew you were.

"you taste so fucking good, you know that?" your head fell back into your pillow dramatically when he licked his lips.

as he worked his tongue through your folds and up into your soaked pussy, your hands found a home in his curls, using them as reigns. a gruff sound came from eddie, making his nose bury deep into your clit and just... thank god for big noses.

eddie's face shook from side to side like a ravaged dog, your juices slinging all over his face. with another pressurized lick all the way up to your clit, he let go of your right thigh and brought two fingers to his mouth. the same two he used earlier that were still just slightly pruned.

a pop echoed through the room when he took them out of his mouth, "i'm going to absolutely ruin you, baby." the look in his dark eyes made your breath hitch in your throat, but his fingers in your cunt had you back to breathing heavy in no time at all.

with his fingers now inside you, eddie brings his saturated mouth back to your clit. circles and little figure eights, maybe even his name? whatever he was doing was working wonders. his non-dominant hand came around your legs to press onto your tummy somehow speeding up your orgasm faster than you had anticipated. the build up ever growing until you couldn't take it anymore.

"fuck, eddie. fuck! please, please, i wanna cum so bad," you were surprised you could even form a coherent sentence with how fucked out you'd become.

"do ya? do you wanna come, pretty girl?" he stopped giving your clit attention to look up at you. "do you deserve it, hmm?"

you felt like you could cry and you almost did. spite is what kept you going because you were a fucking brat.

"i do, i-i deserve it." the words came out breathlessly, barely audible to him, so he bit the inside of your thigh. hard. "ow!"

"i can't hear you, i need you to beg me. beg me for that sweet release, sweetheart. i know you can do it for me." the taunting was almost unbearable, almost, but it turned you on even more with his lips mockingly pouting and captivating eyes blinking up at you. he moved his fingers achingly slow along your g-spot as he watched your legs tremble on either side of him.

you were embarrassed, but you just wanted him inside you and if that meant pleading with him, you'd sure as hell do it.

"please, eddie... i'm begging you, make me cum, i need it, i need you." you were so overstimulated that tears were welling up in your desperate eyes and eddie was losing his mind again. he dove back into your clit with his unforgiving tongue lapping you up. his fingers pumped in and out, curling at the most divine speed and angle. you were floating.

you could feel the dam nearing its inevitable burst, a hot sensation coming from deep inside you begging to be set free. just as suddenly, it broke. you knew you were making a mess, but your body had gone limp long before your orgasm. how you were going to be any fun going further was beyond you.

a scream so pornographic left those satiable lips of yours. you felt yourself dripping down your things, but then you looked up at eddie... like an angel, he glistened with your sweet release, a devilish grin upon that sexy face of his. you could easily cum again at the sight of him.

"i don't think i've ever come that hard in my entire life," you whispered to yourself and of course he heard it, a sly smirk appearing once more. your head fell back onto the pillow with a loud sigh.

"that sounds like a challenge, sweetheart. let's see if i can make those legs shake again." eddie took his fingers and sucked the slick off slowly.

"a-already?" your voice was shaky coming out. you sat up on your elbows and looked at the man in front of you with a very small touch of fear in your eyes. not that you were scared of him at all, but you thought you'd have some recovery time. apparently, that wasn't on eddie's agenda for the day.

"is that going to be a problem?" he crawled up your body leaving whispers of kisses, his dark eyes boring into your very soul. you gasped as he bit down slightly on your side, scraping his teeth across your skin and leaving a dusting of goosebumps.

"not at all, eddie..."

"mmm," he bit a little deeper, humming into your skin. his lips suctioned harshly, a deep red and purple bruise appearing in their wake.

eddie peppered a few more hickeys along your stomach and left a trail all the way to your breasts before taking the left nipple in his mouth. his tongue swirled delicately around the tip, leaving a little bite as he switched to the other tit. whichever one wasn't in his mouth was being fondled by his hand, twisting and pulling hard enough to make you moan out his name.

"fuck, say my name again," eddie tugged a little harder on your right nipple and your mouth formed an "o", silently screaming. god, you were just so stubborn. you couldn't just give him what he wanted after all that teasing he had put you through.

"awe, don't get all shy on me now, baby. i wanna hear that pretty mouth scream my name." he released your breast long enough to tease you before he was on them again.

"you might have to try a little harder than that— oh!" eddie sat up and ripped your body flush to his, the tip of his dick lightly grazing over your soaked center.

"you don't get to tell me what to do, sweetheart. you're here to listen." his hand wrapped around his cock and it made it look even bigger than it already was. he slapped the head on your abused clit a few times before running through your folds wet with creamy slick. you were trying so hard not to moan his name. it wasn't a matter of not doing it at all, more so a game to see how long you could hold it together. you did not have high expectations for yourself considering just looking at eddie munson made your thighs clench together.

eddie smirked as he heard the wetness each time he teased your entrance. "see, now i'm going to need you to beg for it," he stated plainly.

your mouth fell agape in slight annoyance, you were definitely over not having his dick in you. "just fuck me!" you tried to grab him but he slapped your hand and then your face.

"did i fucking say you could touch me? now lay back like a good little slut, would ya?" he positioned himself at your weeping hole and pressed slightly. "beg." his dark eyes glared at you through heavy lashes.

"no." you pushed back tauntingly.

"beg or i'm leaving." he was completely bluffing but you didn't know that. he wanted you just as much as you wanted him if not more.

"fine," a huff exasperated from you as well as a comically unenthusiastic, "please."

eddie barked out a rash laugh, "are you kidding? what the fuck was that?" his hand wrapped around your throat, "i said to fucking beg, beg for me to put you out of your misery, huh? beg me to destroy you like you wanna be." his voice was low and raspy and it had you clenching down on the nothingness in your pussy.

an inch of his cock entered you and just as quickly, it was out. "fuck! you're so mean!" you pouted as your hands gripped onto the bedsheets in frustration.

"no, if i was mean, i'd have left you at the door, baby." another chuckle came from him before he ran his tongue up your throat in a thick strip. the wetness being accompanied by the coldness of the air made your nipples turn pebbled.

"look at her down there, she's so lonely. don't you want me to fill her up?" a thick finger ran through your folds and sunk into your hole and you gasped. "or i can just keep barely touching you, is that what you want, you fuckin' brat?"

towering over you with your legs in the air, eddie let his spit fall from his mouth to your clit and rubbed it in. it didn't need the extra lubricant, but eddie liked watching you squirm under him from every single move he made. you made him feel so powerful. you finally gave in.

"eddie, please, have mercy."

his eyes grew the darkest you had ever seen them. you knew you were in so much trouble and you couldn't wait for the consequences of your actions. with your bottom lip between your teeth, you watched eddie sink himself into you. inch by inch he made you feel fuller than you had ever before. you squeezed him involuntarily.

"jesus christ," he whispered. "i thought if i got you warmed up, i'd go in easier, but damn sweetheart. tight little thing you got here," his rough thumb plays with your clit in the slightest. your cheeks flushed at his words, but he just relishes in the feeling of how warm and taut you are. "just suckin' me right in."

he threw his head back as he bottomed out and you let out a small squeak. you were scared to try to speak due to your brain being absolutely empty of anything but him.

"s-so fu—" was all you mustered before eddie pulled out and slammed the full length of his cock into you and you let out a scream. another slam and another. he was laughing and relentlessly fucking you into your poor mattress. your head spun as he pounded into you, the slick sounds echoing in that blank brain of yours.

"this pussy was fuckin' made for me, wasn't it?" he asked with a sly smile. your thighs were bouncing off of his making a loud smack! with every thrust.

"yes, yes, it was m-made for you," your head was shaking back and forth, eyes shut and your bottom lip now bruised and swollen from biting down so hard.

eddie then crossed your legs against his chest making you tighter for him, a little rag doll for him to use and abuse. you could feel yourself start to topple over, his dick caressing your sweet spot flawlessly. you let go without a noise; your head was thrown back and you clutched his hands that were gripping your hips.

"atta girl, how many more can you give me?" his grip tightened again, fingernails digging into your plushness and causing your breath to hitch in pain. you fucking loved it.

"more, please?" another pathetic whimper came from your mouth and eddie just wanted to slap you again, but you were using your manners like he asked.

"you want more, baby?" he roughly flipped you onto your stomach. "on your hands and knees." his hands guided you and put a pillow under you. "now relax."

and so you did. your ass was in the air and you took a deep breath before a hard smack came across your ass and you could feel your skin rising and burning from the welt that was forming. a few more strikes had you pleading and whining under him before he finally decided you'd had enough(hardly).

nails scratched down your back as he leaned down and growled into your ear, "you want it rough, sweetheart? is that what you want? someone to put your bratty self into your rightful place: under me?"

"y-yes, please! please, eddie!" he lined himself up to your entrance again, slamming into you. his large hand clamped over your mouth and pulled your back to his chest. a bite to your earlobe distracted you before he mercilessly drove himself into you. slick and wet sounds filled the room once again, sweat clinging to both of your bodies. you had never felt so used in your life.

eddie shoved you facedown into the mattress, his veiny cock sliding in and out with grace and purpose. your hair was soon balled up into his fist stinging, making you lightheaded and seeing spots in your already fuzzy vision. your moans grew shorter and louder with each thrust, knowing you were coming undone yet again.

the slight curve of eddie's dick hit your g-spot just fucking right over and over before he reached down and his adept fingers went to work on your already throbbing clit. eddie would admit that this particular position was not the best for that, but he made it work. and holy shit did it work.

with a loud moan/scream and some intense body shakes, you came all over his cock and lost all movement for a few minutes. your legs and arms tingling—even your face felt like pins and needles. you had never felt such pleasure from someone else, or even yourself for that matter!

luckily, eddie was nice this time, giving you some time to recover before his decided final go. he was proud of himself; for an older man, he had quite the stamina.

he laid you on your side, rather gently for the previous actions, and spooned you. his dick was digging into your back, wet from your cum and arousal. in one swift motion, he slid himself into your slick folds not entering you just yet. he wanted to tease a little. the tip of him nudged at your clit deliciously.

"you ready, baby?" eddie's breath hit your ear and sent pleasant shivers down your spine. he definitely noticed and loved the reactions he got from you.

"yes, i'm ready, please, fill me up!" you sobbed pathetically.

"fuck," he lined his head back up to your seeping hole, slipping it in with such ease.

you thought the other positions were good? this was your favorite by far. the intimacy as he held you close and slowly slid in and out of you felt like he might actually call you after this.

one hand held tightly onto your waist while the other was tangled in your hair, pulling ever so slightly. it was more like he was playing with it than anything. a sweet kiss was laid under your ear and you moaned quietly.

he yanked your head back by your hair suddenly and his breath tickled your ear, "come on, sweetheart. you can do better than that, be louder for me, huh?"

a harsh thrust made you scream; a yelp was let out with every slow drag of his dick against that spongey spot. you knew your eyes were rolling back into your head. it was so intense and you never wanted it to end. eddie, cocky as ever, couldn't contain his sly smile as he continued to slide into you.

such a mess was being made and you couldn't be bothered to care, where on the other hand, eddie was laughing coyly in your ear. he was so proud of himself for making you come undone.

"atta girl, gonna cum for me one more time? make a big ole mess of me, hmm?" eddie sunk his teeth into your neck and sucked on the spot he found earlier knowing it would make you lose all control(like you even had it from the beginning).

your cunt squeezed him tight while you came, throbbing all around him. your walls closing in on him had eddie swearing into the crook of your neck.

"fuck, fuck, holy shit... where?" he was biting your shoulder again, trying desperately to hold out.

"i'm on the pill, eddie," your voice came out cracked and weak, completely fucked out.

without needing any further explanation and one last drive into your abused cunt, eddie came with a quiet but husky moan and you don't think you'd ever heard anything more fucking sexy.

you two lay in that position for a moment; his chest was slightly sticking to your back every time he exhaled and your legs were intertwined. when he finally decided to pull out of you, you got sad. you had no idea what this meant and you already missed his touch. no doubt you were an absolute goner.

eddie left the room for a while, putting his boxers on before. when he came back, it seemed he had made himself right at home. a glass of water and a warm rag were in his hands, a small smile graced you as he leaned down to give you the water.

"figured you'd need this. you're all tuckered out, little one." his eyes were a vast contrast from ten minutes ago. once hungry and lustful pits of black were now kind and gentle brown orbs searching your face for regret or fear. to his surprise, all he found was pure adoration and maybe a touch of something else.

"thank you..." you whispered as you sat up and took a grateful drink. cool water flowed down your throat and soothed the hoarseness from the noises that came out of you prior.

"here," eddie took it out of your hands when you finished and gently turned you to your back and spread your wobbly legs. "let me take care of you, okay?"

the way he looked at you with concern had your head spinning. the warm rag glided against the plush of your things and up capturing all of the mess you two had made together.

"why are you being so nice to me?" you didn't mean for it to come out like that, but it did.

eddie looked taken aback, but he understood why you were confused. "just because i'm rough on the outside, sweetheart," he paused to kiss up your thigh. "doesn't mean i'm rough on the inside."

a wide, genuine smile invades eddie's features and yours alike. he looked down to your lips and then back up to your already pleading eyes. the urgency with which he grabbed your face and pulled your lips to his was impressive.

the kiss was softer and longer than you had imagined it would be and it was the best kiss you ever had. no competition.

he lightly tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth when he finally decided to pull back from you. your face was still in his hands as he touched your noses together softly. he was looking into your eyes so intently that you felt like you needed to hide, but you trusted him for some reason.

"so you think you'll call me after this?" you laughed lightly, still trying to figure him out.

"oh, hell yeah. i gotta get that shitty car fixed up for ya'!" he laughed and you smacked his arm.

"but no, seriously, are you kidding? you think i'm gonna let you go after all the filthy shit we just did? you're mine now, baby."

a squeal left you as he pulled you down the bed to plant another passionate kiss to your lips.

"besides... i've seen the way you look at me. you couldn't leave me alone anyway," he smirks at you with annoying confidence.

"me? why do you think every time you've seen me, it's been in something small and skimpy, mr. munson. you're a dirty man, i know how to reel you in."

a groan left his mouth and he threw you back on the bed, "oh, you're gonna pay for that, sweetheart."

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

ahhhhh!! it's finally done. jesus christ.

i started writing this in august :,)

sooo, merry early christmas, i guess (> u <)

i'm thinking about a part two? lemme know!

also, thank you all so much for sticking with me ❤️

i appreciate each and every one of you!

-cass

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emelinstriker · 6 months

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Predaking ♡ Fetch

First TFP X Reader one-shot of the few I've saved up since like 2021. Will be posting the others later, but I gotta go to the dentist in a bit. So have your big mecha dragon boi. c:

[TL;DR] Predaking acts like a wholesome, oversized puppy towards you. And only you.

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

"Alright, go fetch!" You yelled up at him before throwing a softball across the flight deck. You specifically chose this type of ball due to how easily the predacon could see its bright red color, and because it's big enough for the two of you, as well as soft and squishy. It was also cheap, so you could just buy a new one if Predaking ended up destroying it on accident. But he was still using the first ball you gave him, so that in of itself was impressive.

The giant mech dragon wagged his tail a bit with some small side to side jumps, before happily zooming after the ball. Due to your size and lack of strength, the ball didn't land too far, but it began to bounce and roll away really quickly due to the wind. Yet another reason that ball was a good choice.

He gently picked up the ball before practically bouncing back over to you. You beckoned for him to lower his helm. He did as you commanded and you proceeded to take the ball and pet his helm before leaning your upper body against him in an attempted hug. "Good boy! Great job, Predaking! Who's a good boy! Yes you are!" You cooed, gently stroking one of his mandibles while nuzzling his helm with your forehead.

He purred loudly at your praise. His mood would instantly change whenever you were with him. Your mere presence alone made his spark throb with love and joy. Honestly, he didn't mind being treated like a lesser being, even a pet. But only if it was you. He would not allow this sort of belittlement from anyone else. Not from Shockwave, not even from Megatron. And especially not from a piece of scrap like Starscream.

Speaking of the devil, Predaking spotted him behind you near the entrance. He released a dangerously low growl to warn the seeker to stay away. Especially from you, knowing Starscream's distaste towards humans. You thought the growl was aimed towards you, so you backed away from him with an apologetic look, believing you weren't supposed to hug him like that. "Oh- Sorry..."

However, Predaking felt your warmth leave him, and he didn't like it. His aggressively stiff posture turned calm again. He then nudged his helm back towards you with a purr, rubbing his rather flat snout against your tummy, begging you to hang onto him once more.

Your smile returned as you plopped your weight against him once more. Just to make the moment funnier, you even said a little "Boop!" as you landed on him. His tail wagged a little, happy to make you smile. Yet he still kept an optic on the seeker, just in case he tried anything.

Meanwhile, the seeker was not amused as he was on the flight deck for a reason.

"Human! Megatron and Shockwave are awaiting the predacon! Megatron commands you to go back to your habsuite until further notice!" Starscream's voice startled you as you didn't notice him before. So you got off Predaking's maw and looked at the other mech. But one hand was still on the giant predacon as a form of comfort for both of you.

You slightly looked downwards in disappointment. "Oh... Okay then..." You turned back towards the mech dragon giving him a sad smile before leaning down to put a light kiss on his snoot, rubbing the side of it.

"We'll play more later, okay? Be a good boy when you leave. Love you, King!" You said before starting to walk towards the entrance, turning one last time to give him a little wave.

You didn't notice it this time, but the mech dragon's tail swooshed from side to side faster than before. If you had listened closely, you could've also heard his cooling fans turn on when you gave him a kiss. His optics also turned from giving the seeker half the attention to putting his whole attention onto you as your tiny frame walked away.

His gaze on you was soft. There could have possibly been hearts floating around his helm if this were a cartoon. He could've even had hearts in his optics, that's how far gone he was. That's when he heard the seeker approach him with his usual unnerving voice. The predacon's mood instantly changed. His loving gaze towards your direction halted as he turned to face Starscream with a look of pure hatred.

"Well, well, well... You appear to be having fun, being treated like a servant animal by a tiny rat. Doing everything they want. Why can't you simply follow my orders then!?" He yelled out in anger. If he hadn't known about the predacon's transformation, he would've hit the dragon.

Predaking let out a loud screech before standing up and spreading his wings- Towering over the shorter mech. Having his pride take a hit was one thing, having to listen to the SIC call you 'rat' was another. You were so much more than a rat. You were a divine soul. And your tiny frame only made his primal instincts want to protect and love you even more.

"Whatever your relationship with the fleshy may be, it doesn't matter. Now, move to Shockwave's lab." Starscream scoffed. If looks could kill, the seeker may have already died back in the pits of Kaon. It felt like Predaking's hatred for him could time travel.

Suddenly, the mech dragon transformed into his bi-pedal cybertronian form.

"I'll be there for the meeting. However..." The taller mech stomped over to the now intimidated seeker. His shadow was now looming over the SIC. "If you call them a 'rat' one more time, I'll make sure to rip your spark out the 'primal beast way'."

Starscream trembled beneath the predacon's fierce gaze, then the king made his way past the seeker and towards the lab.

The meeting itself was quite uneventful. It was simply seen as a progress report. Predaking was just there for show, in a way. It was mostly Shockwave who talked to Megatron.

After the meeting, the predacon was dismissed. And the first thing he did was visit your bedroom.

Due to your relationship with Predaking, and you being basically the only one able to tame the beast with questionable ease, Megatron assigned Shockwave to be your guardian and for you to stay in a smaller room connected to the lab. However, with how much disinterest the scientist had in you, he basically abandoned you just for you to be taken care of by Predaking. So technically speaking, Predaking was your guardian and you were his charge. The only thing Shockwave did to take care of you was to get Knockout to get you stuff you needed. Because it seemed illogical for him to go get necessities for you himself.

The predacon slowly approached your little home, transforming into the beast on the way. You knew about his bi-pedal form, but you didn't treat him with as much affection as you did when he approached you as a mech dragon. He enjoyed your company regardless, but it was more enjoyable for him personally to see you laugh and smile a lot more when you were simply allowed to pet his helm.

You had fallen asleep in your bed, assuming the meeting would take a while. So when Predaking gazed upon your sleeping body, he couldn't help but purr. And of course, his purring didn't go unnoticed by you as you slowly woke up from your nap. And the first thing you saw right in front of your face was a pair of yellow glowing optics staring right at you in admiration. You weren't startled or anything as this wasn't the first time the predacon (unintentionally) woke you up like this. You yawned as you sat up to look at him with a little smile.

"Hey, King... How did the meeting go?" You asked, still tired. The predacon closed his optics and tilted his head towards the side, ex-venting some warm air like a heater. This movement roughly translated to either "Boring" or "Meh", and it never failed to make you laugh. It simply looked ridiculous to see a giant beast do such a motion.

The predacon then suddenly got an idea. He gently picked you up by the back of your shirt like a kitten and walked off. You two bypassed Shockwave as he just stared at you helplessly dangling from the giant beast's maw.

You didn't say anything, waving at the purple mech. This wasn't the first time Shockwave's creation did this, so neither of you were concerned about being in danger around him. However, you were a little curious as to where he was taking you.

Turns out he was taking you back to his kennel. You still didn't understand why, however. Maybe he wanted to play more?

Your questions quickly were answered however, when he gently lowered you into the middle of his nest and started to circle around you before eventually dropping down, having you sitting against his body. One wing was spread out a bit to give you a roof and contain more of the warmth Predaking's frame produced.

He let out a whirring noise that seemed to resemble a yawn as he tried to comfortably cuddle up closer against you. He curled his body around you more and you couldn't help but coo at how adorable he was acting. Like an overgrown puppy wanting love and attention. And if you couldn't give it to him all the time, he would simply not let you leave. But to be honest, you didn't want to leave him at the moment anyway.

So you simply let yourself fall back asleep, this time in your king's embrace.

[ Masterlist ]

#transformers prime #tfp x reader #predaking x reader #cybertronian x human #transformers x reader #transformers x human #tfp predaking #tfp predaking x reader #tfp starscream #fluff

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linghxr · 5 months

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My 2023 in Mandopop/Chinese music (update & recs)

It’s been too long since I last shared some music recommendations/updates on what I’m listening to! Admittedly, I haven’t been discovering as many new artists because I’m busy listening to 薛之谦 on repeat. But we'll focus on the new.

You can check out my Spotify playlist featuring these songs (plus bonus ones). In addition, I’ve included YouTube links below.

五月天 / Mayday 五月天 is a legendary band, so of course I knew of them and had heard a few of their songs over the years. But I never proactively sought out their music until recently. I still haven’t had time to dive into their back catalog, but I’ve already found some songs I really love.

《我又初恋了》 I actually really didn’t like this song the first time I heard it, but it wormed its way into my brain. It’s just a lot of fun! Non-serious songs can be good too.

《转眼》 My favorite 五月天 song <3. I’m probably too young to fully appreciate the lyrics, but they make me feel so nostalgic and bittersweet, like transitioning to a new chapter of life and leaving the old behind.

《因为你所以我》 This song didn’t stand out to me at first, but it grew on me! I caught myself humming it a lot. It‘s kind of corny, but it sounds so full of hope.

陈奕迅 / Eason Chan I first started listening to 陈奕迅 a couple years ago after my Album a Day August challenge, but I’ve found that his music has grown on me over time. I believe I’ve only mentioned him once before, so I thought now was a good time to highlight my favorite of his songs.

《之外》 This is probably my favorite 陈奕迅 song. The lyrics convey a sense of hopelessness, but the overall song has a smooth, light sound.

《娱乐天空》 You know a song is good when it’s over 6 minutes long but feels like it flies by! It makes me want to get up, get moving, and be productive.

《烟味》 This song is dramatic, and I love it for that. Also has a hint of orchestral flavor.

《淘汰》 One of 陈奕迅’s most well-known songs—for a good reason. It has big Cpop ballad vibes but is definitely livelier.

白举纲 / Bai Jugang You’re going to notice several mentions of 披荆斩棘 in this post. That’s where I “met” 白举纲. I instantly liked his voice and loved seeing him with his “brother” 高瀚宇 and “dad” 张晋! You may also see his music under his English name, Pax Congo.

《被动失控》 This is the only song on the list you could headbang to.

《Shy Boy》 I love this song because it’s cute and includes a children’s rhyme that I learned as a kid: 找啊找啊找朋友找到一个好朋友.

苏诗丁 / Su Shiding At some point last year I did a one-month free trial of Apple Music. It was an interesting experience because the recommendations were very different from what Spotify tends to show me. I’m glad Apple Music led me to 苏诗丁!

《LUCIFER（傲慢宗罪）》 All I can say is that this song exudes coolness and confidence. It also has a fair bit of English, but honestly I had to look up the lyrics to tell what some of it was.

《梦幻病》 This song is from the same album. It’s dreamlike but gets more frantic as it builds. Overall, it’s just a bit…unsettling.

队长 / Young Captain I learned about 队长 from a random post on Instagram about his concert in Malaysia. I think these songs might have gone viral on 抖音 or something. I was surprised I liked them so much because they both have some rap (I’m not a rap fan), but it was love at first listen.

《11》 I love how this song builds towards the end. I spend the whole song waiting for the crescendo, and it’s great payoff.

《楼顶上的小斑鸠》 This song is like the slightly mellower sibling of the one above. But I ended up liking this one even more.

金志文 / Jin Zhiwen 金志文 was another artist who Apple Music recommended to me. I definitely need to explore his discography more but haven’t had the chance to do so yet. But he has some good stuff so far!

《自娱自乐》 Smooth and relaxing but in a fun way. Simple and no-frills but will put a smile on your face!

《远走高飞》 This one feels like enjoying the breeze on a beautiful sunny day. I also enjoy the duet with 徐佳莹 version.

163braces 163braces started out as a YouTuber posting song covers. I have watched a couple of her covers, but they didn’t leave much of an impression on me. I was pleasantly surprised by her foray into original music. I look forward to hearing what she does next!

《控制》 The song I would want as my “soundtrack” if I were a video game character. It’s energetic and loud.

《murmur》 Honestly this song is pretty similar to the first one. Sometimes I have trouble distinguishing them. But hey, if ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

小鬼 / Lil Ghost 小鬼 did what I can best describe as “pulling an MGK” by going from more rap to kinda pop-punk? That MGK album was my guilty pleasure when in came out, so I’m all for 小鬼’s new direction.

《Last Day》 This song really gave me MGK vibes. It’s about half in English, but I often don't even notice when he switches between languages.

《不良少年》 I just know I would have loved this song so much in high school. It’s an angsty teen anthem.

《为明天写封信》 I can totally imagine this song playing at the end of a 2000s teen movie! Maybe while showing a montage of the main characters graduating.

《无所求必满载而归》 by 陈粒 / Chen Li This is technically cheating because I have recommended 陈粒 songs before, but it was at least a couple years ago. I heard this song covered on 披荆斩棘的哥哥 and immediately looked up the original. Honestly I should have known it was a 陈粒 song because you can totally tell it’s her style.

《轻红》 by 曹杨 / Young I keep coming back to this song! It’s from a drama soundtrack. I was super surprised the first time I listened to it because I thought it was going to be a typical ballad based on the first ~45 seconds or so—it wasn’t. There is also another version by 陈雪燃 (the king of cdrama OSTs). But I actually prefer the 曹杨 version.

《时光机》 by 吴克群 / Kenji Wu I was introduced to 吴克群 via 披荆斩棘2. He was instantly one of my favorite contestants after his team’s amazing 《新地球》 performance (check it out). This song is bouncy and a little dreamy. I kinda want to hear a remix with Harry Styles’ As It Was. I just wish it were longer than 3 minutes!

My Spotify Wrapped

I have a tradition of sharing my Spotify Wrapped, and I wanted to continue the streak in some form. So here's a quick rundown.

Top genre: 华语流行音乐 Representative city: Taipei Minutes: 21,750

Top artists

薛之谦 / Xue Zhiqian

林宥嘉 / Yoga Lin

五月天 / Mayday

李荣浩 / Li Ronghao

陈奕迅 / Eason Chan

Top songs

《木偶人》 - 薛之谦

《狐狸》 - 薛之谦

《骆驼》 - 薛之谦

《转眼》 - 五月天

《后来的我们》 - 五月天

Also, fellow Mandopop fans should check out the Mando Gap newsletter. I stumbled upon it this year, and I know it’s going to be a great resource for discovering new artists in 2024!

#chinese music recs #cpop #c-pop #c pop #mandopop #chinese music #chinese #mandarin #mandarin chinese #chinese language #studyblr #langblr #learning languages #language learning #chinese langblr #mandarin langblr #languageblr

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helluvapurf · 7 days

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*deep breathes* Sooo, those last couple mins from the latest "Full Moon" ep... lets talk about that🍵🍵

Welp, here it is folks... the ep that finally gave us that hyped up "Asmodeon crystal" exchange teased at in the S2 Pt. 2 trailer. And... hooooo boi, I have formed so. many. thoughts. upon rewatching that scene a few times. Some that are... kiiiinda on the rant-y spectrum the more I lingered on 'em, so how bout I share them here lmao

Fair warning in advance, this maaaaay not be particularly "nice" to Stolas in these rambling thoughts, so if anyone out there's a big Stolas(+itz) fan... yall might wanna skip reading ahead- lol .w.;;

*claps*

Okay, so to start things off on a (semi?) positive note, the animation & lighting here is quite beautiful to look at. The glittery curtains, the shine in Blitz's eyes throughout his shifting emotions, even the shots of that one broken chandelier (which I thiiink might've been the same one him & Stolas played under as kids?) was a neat bit of symbolism ngl.

Props to Brandon Rogers as well for his voice-performance on Blitz here cause... gawd did it hit me in the heart how much hurt you feel from his yelling ;-;💔

Curious to see more of the use of Blitz's new Asmodeon crystal in future adventures (esp from that one shot in the trailer w/ him using the portal effects against the DHORK crew), it looks cool~ ✨👍

....ummmm, ok I think that about covers my positives atm. Onto the problems I have with this exchange:

Stolas... okay, you were this close to actually doing a good job ending the Full Moon deal. Admitting to how "wrong" the transaction part of their dynamic was, allowing Blitz more "freedom" via-the crystal (that could also help avoid any legal issues that the Grimoire gave), even wishing him good luck with his I.M.P. business as the night drew to a close... ...buuuuut then Stolas just had to muddle everything up by his whole "even tho you don't have to be with me, I want you with me if you want it~🥺" ...which honestly came off selfish to me than anything else?? Like, dude... if you really ARE regretful of how long you let this deal go for, and truly DO want to let Blitz go... you CAN'T throw in such sappy, lovey-dovey words on top of that?? Otherwise, how can one blame Blitz for getting as confused & flustered as he was throughout that convo... you've basically just sent even more mixed-messages in the grand scheme of things, my dude-🤦‍♀️

"I have wanted you for SO long, the fact that you couldn't believe that I might have these feelings about you, that your first instinct is that its always about sex..." ...Ummmmm Stolas... did you seriously forget HOW this whole deal of yall's started?? 🤨 Waaaay back in the initial-series pilot, to the first official ep, and pretty much the majority of Season 1:

As far as I checked, Blitz wasn't the one who kept making everything about sex... that. was all. YOU. 😒Heck, literally one of the first things you told Blitz upon reuniting as adults in "The Circus", was that you expected he wanted to "ravish" you-

-so like, get outta here with the whole pushing-the-perv-responsibility-bs onto Blitz... you ain't helping your case >>

Finally... like, it was already getting bad enough by the point of Blitz begging & pleading out of fear he'd lose his livelihood without the book, AND not being allowed space to breathe after getting further pushed away (and thus, more pissed off-)... but THEN on top of all this, Stolas just haaaaad to throw in this lil gem: "Blitz... I think so very highly of you. I didn't realize you think so low of me..." ...Stolas, with all due respect... stfu with that lousy, last-minute uwu-ing self-pity party crap😑Just because you TRIED to show more attentive care & concern post-"Ozzie's", outside of the typical bedroom stuff... that ain't gonna prove shit if you're not gonna be consistent with it. Where was that "high opinion" of Blitz during the two of you getting stuck in the sitcom set during "Seeing Stars", when Blitz was having that panic attack performing live, where all you ended up doing was... just hitting on him/praising his bedroom skills again?? 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Like... couldn't you have just, I dunno... TRY to actually cheer him up/comfort him like an actual friend, would? Encourage him on his jokes, "just be yourself", promising another way out of there on his own merit... literally, anything could've worked fine and it wouldn't have come off so skeezy imho >>;;

...*sighs* so, yeah... thats basically what I had to get off my chest regarding the ending of "Full Moon". Honestly, had the writers actually committed to Stolas cutting off Blitz (even if harsh), giving the crystal with no strings, then going about their separate ways afterwards, I would've been totally fine with the scene tbh. But all this... odd lowkey-blaming of Blitz thrown in, the sappy words, and Stolas not once actually-apologizing during all this (Like, literally I checked and the only utterance of "sorry" seemed to come from Blitz's end before he got kicked out... for what, I dunno- 🤷‍♀️). Sorry for the length btw, but hopefully that about covers my thoughts on the matter-

#helluva boss critical #hellaverse critical #hellaverse rants #stolas critical #(*apologies in-advance again for this getting a bit lengthy but...hoooooo BOI did this whole scene get me steamed =_=;;*)#(*i know I've mentioned I was already not a big Stolas fan before but this... hhhhhhh it is SO not helping that opinion sway >>;;*)#(*again if you DO genuinely like/love Stolas then by all means more power to ya!*)#(*I aint here to stop anybody & I'll still find myself occasionally enjoying some Stolas content at times...*)#(*for now I just... need a -bit- of a breather & to honestly give Blitz a hug cause omlllll did the guy get done dirty here </3*)

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false idols - ch. 2

lucifer x f!reader

cw: slow burn, drug + alcohol usage, lowkey enemies to lovers, more to be added

wc: 2.3k

a/n: rip charlie you wouldve loved taylor swift, lululemon, and stanley cups. charlie would love the clean girl aesthetic. (btw, i get a lot of my inspo from taylor swift and phoebe bridgers i love them so much) I REALLY HATE THIS CHAPTER NEXT ONE WILL BE BETTER TRUST ME. im winging this whole story

thinking about making a playlist for this fic. anyway heres the song i been listening to on repeat while writing this: the albatross - taylor swift (the tortured poets department - the anthology)

“Why didn’t you tell me you were famous?! That is so cool!!!” Charlie bursts in your room, startling you so much that you almost fall off your bed. It was after dinner, and you had announced to the group you were turning in for the night. You were in the middle of watching hell’s equivalent to trashy reality TV, and it was pretty entertaining.

“Sorry for scaring you, I’m just really excited at the news!”

“Who told you?” You ask, but you already have an idea. And when she replies with Angel’s name, you internally high-five yourself for guessing correctly. You adjust yourself to sit upright at the edge of the bed to face Charlie. “I figured. I was just answering his questions while having a drink with him and Husk at the bar.”

You can see Charlie practically vibrating in excitement at this new revelation. “What kind of songs did you sing? What genre? How many fans did you have? Did-” Charlie is abruptly interrupted by you.

“One question at a time, girl!” You give a light chuckle at Charlie’s embarrassment, a light pink flush decorating her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, you’d think as the princess of hell I’d be accustomed to people with status, but it’s different! The ones I know are just old, stuck-up royals. I’ve never met a famous singer before.” Charlie giddily explains, hands clasped together.

“It’s fine. I’ve seen way worse reactions when people meet me. I used to be a popstar. I’d say I was…” you didn’t want to seem like an asshole bragging about how many fans you had, “decently famous. Of course, there are always people who had to catastrophize the things I did, so, my career did have its fair share of scandals.” You make the assumption that she would also like to know how you died, so you tell her. “Now I’m here because I got poisoned at a party.”

You still think your death was not how it should’ve been. But you can’t do anything to change it now. Young starlets died all the time. You weren’t special. Honestly, you thought you’d be a bit sadder about dying. But with death came an escape from the chains of your previous life, and for that you are grateful.

An exasperated expression paints her face as you nonchalantly let her know how you wound up in hell. “That’s a horrible way to go, I’m sorry you went through that. At least you’re here now!”

You sigh. “It’s alright. I was being stupid, kinda deserved it. It’s whatever now. I’m glad you guys were the first people I found. I don’t wanna imagine what could have happened to me if I stayed out in the streets. Thank you, Charlie, seriously.”

“I just want to help my people. It’s no big deal.”

You smile at that. Charlie, the ever-saintly hellborn.

She sparks up. “I know it's your first day, and I’m not sure how much the others have told you, but sometimes, especially powerful sinners gain powers relating to how they lived or died. I figured since you were quite reputable on earth, you’d have powers that coincided with your singing, kind of like my mom. We don’t have to test that out right now, but I was just letting you know!”

Woah. “Really? Hmm, I might test it out later.” A part of you hopes that you do indeed have powers. Maybe you could scream at supersonic levels and make people’s ears explode.

“Okay, next question! Do you think… how do I word this… do you think some of your fans are down here?” Huh. You actually never considered that. Your career spans from your late teens to 27 years old (since that’s the age you died at). There’s no way some fans haven’t died throughout that span. You ponder her question for a second.

“More than likely. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Charlie’s eyes light up. You can already tell she has something planned. “I have the most fantastic idea ever involving you but I don’t want to push you out of your comfort zone this early into your stay here, but what if we orchestrated a mini-concert, with you singing of course! Sinners and your fans that are down here can come enjoy your music and learn about the hotel, maybe they’ll take a chance on redemption!”

You gotta hand it to Charlie: she really wants to help sinners. Her explanation earlier was evidence enough, but her pure dedication is admirable. As for you, you’re not sure redemption is possible, as there hasn’t been proof of it. You’re not even sure if you want to go to heaven. For now, you’ll help Charlie with her dream while trying to figure out what you want. It’s the least you could do, as she is letting you basically free-load off of her.

Her idea didn’t really deter you, anyway. You performed at packed stadiums plenty of times, a simple concert isn’t that bad. A tiny part of you is excited to visit the echoes of your former glory. Is that selfish, to want to restore what once was?

“That sounds cool. I’m down. But, uhhh, where and how will we make that happen?” The logistics of the situation hit you mid-agreement. Seriously, how?

Charlie laughs, “I’ll ask my dad, Lucifer. He can basically make anything at the snap of his fingers. Ooh, by the way, I’m going to call him up tomorrow. He may or may not swing by and visit.”

You stand up immediately at that. “Lucifer?! Like the Devil from the Bible!??!” Why did it not hit you till now? You figured her dad was some king or whatever, but you didn’t expect her dad to be THE king of hell. The church raised you on the scariest iterations of Lucifer, so you only expect the worst. What if he incinerates you for looking at him wrong?!

She chuckles at your reaction. “He is nothing like what humans are taught. He’s a real sweet guy, albeit a little… distant. I promise, he won’t kill you a second time, unless you do something really bad. But I doubt you will!”

Her assuring words offer some comfort to your original antsiness. Still, it’ll be your second day tomorrow and you’re already (possibly) meeting the king of hell. “That’s … refreshing to know.”

“It’ll be alright.” Charlie reassures you, assuring herself as well in the process. “Anyway, I’ll leave you alone for the night. Vaggie and I’s suite is just down the hall, knock if you need anything.” She back steps towards the door, swinging it open. “Goodnight!” she says before closing your door. You repeat the pleasantry. The door clicks, signaling its closure.

Sleep came quite quickly after the talk with Charlie. But before slumber pulled you under, you did some introspection while staring at the blank ceiling above you. This time of the day is when you surrender yourself to your worst thoughts.

You thought of this while dying, but now its persistence has fully enraptured your attention. You can’t help but think of the world you left behind. Did they find your body yet? You can see the tabloids now: “Global Popstar Phenomenon Found Dead from Laced Drink at Trashy Party Bathroom”. What a joke.

Even now, you are nitpicking yourself to atoms as you realize you’re thinking about what the world thinks of you instead of worrying about the few real people who cared for you.

You can count on one hand how many people carried genuine sympathy for you. Two friends from your childhood, but even that’s pushing it because you haven’t been keeping up with them. You’d count your ex, but that was before. So… who was left to mourn you?

These self-deprecating thoughts came to you in familiarity. It is known that celebrities are extremely unhappy and you were no exception.

In life, perfection was always a concept you tried to reach. You knew you couldn’t do it, but you tried to get as close as possible to it. It didn’t help that your management team was also ensuring you were at your best at all times. With practice and rehearsals for concerts leaving you overly exhausted and bruised, to taking hours in the dressing room, trying on different outfits and makeup styles to see what fits best, you don’t know how you’ve survived that long under those conditions. The team will be very relieved to find out they don’t have to manage a prima donna anymore if they didn’t know you were dead already. And this thought made you feel awful. God damn, why is it every thought trails back to you feeling bad about yourself?

You push these demeaning voices aside as you close your eyes.

– – – –

You wake up to the sound of rustling coming from your closet. Still, your morning grogginess lingers. Rubbing your eyes while sitting up, you try to focus your vision on the movement coming from the closet.

Hearing you move instantly had Charlie shooting her head out of the closet. “Oh My Gosh I am SOOOO sorry for waking you up. But I forgot to give you a wardrobe, so I woke up super early to go get some outfits for you! And I may or may not have been listening to your music catalog while out in town…”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at her, she was just so adorable. Her unlimited kindness is fascinating to you. “It’s okay, Charlie. This is about the time I wake up anyway. But you were listening to my music? I didn’t know hell had access to earthly media.”

She stands up, straightening out her clothes as she explains, “We don’t! But you know, after tinkering around and doing some searches, I found a website that uploads music from earth! How they manage that, I’m not sure. But it’s there! It seemed like your entire catalog was there, so I listened! I’ve been listening since last night before Vaggie told me to go to sleep. You’re such a great songwriter and singer!”

You were used to compliments up on earth. Oftentimes, they were said under false pretenses and malicious reasons. But for some reason, it feels more personal now. Maybe it was the genuine look and obvious sincerity in her tone, but it was different than usual. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you stammer out a mousy ‘thank you’.

“Oh! By the way, Vaggie’s almost done with breakfast. So, get ready!”

It’s after breakfast, and you sit on the couch with Angel Dust, watching Charlie pace back and forth.

“Babe, just call him. You won’t know his answer unless you talk,” Vaggie says, trying to console her girlfriend. Charlie takes a deep breath.

“Okay, you’re right. I am calling my dad.” And so she did.

You felt bad for her, seeing as her responses and facial expressions were evident of her emotions. It was clear her and her father don’t have the closest relationship, with her grimacing face making an appearance continually throughout the call. After a minute of awkwardness, she ends the call, turning to the group who were now seated on the couch.

“Okay sooooooooooo my dad’s going to be here in an hour.”

Angel and Niffty seem excited at the news.

“I’ve always wanted to meet the big dick in charge.”

“The ultimate bad boy!”

Vaggie pretends like she didn’t hear that. She takes charge as she gives out orders to the residents. “Alright, Lucifer’s going to be here in an hour. Let’s get this hotel presentable.”

— — — —

Lucifer continues to stare at the portrait, even after the call ends. The frozen glimpse of the family haunts him. He can feel an isolating cold run through his body as he stares into the eyes of both his daughter and … ex-wife. Charlie, standing there, shyly smiling, but with wide bright eyes. And Lilith, the former Queen of Hell, emulates prestige and elegance like no other. Even framed, her beauty was radiant. A looming aura of gloom and despair was ever present within the king.

Some days, Lucifer thinks he’s finally over it and that he’s ready to face everyone after years of cowardice. But one glance back at the stagnant memory and into the hypnotizing gaze of his first love, he crumbles apart again, just as he did when he first saw her in Eden.

It is unfathomable to him that after being condemned to damnation for eternity, raising hell from the ground up, and creating a child together that she would leave it all behind. 7 years has not changed his questions for her disappearance. He knew it was getting rocky after Charlie was born. Even with Lilith constantly taking Charlie away from Lucifer and arguments over the governance of Hell, he never thought she’d leave after over 10,000 years of marriage.

To be quite honest, Lucifer is tired of Lilith haunting him. Echoes of her presence still linger in the palace and her phantoms breach the darkest corners of his psyche. It’s like she’s tormenting him with memories of her and their love. He wishes he could get over it that quickly, but being together since the fall of humanity has instilled its lasting legacy on him. Lucifer does not want to be a doddering fool who keeps wistfully yearning for the woman he loves, but he can’t help but play the role. He obviously still loves her dearly, but he knows what they had has long been buried by time.

This phone call with Charlie has granted him a chance to make up for the past few years of distance, isolation, and hurt he has bestowed upon his own daughter.

“I’m trying my best, dearest.” His fingers trace Lilith’s enigmatic figure in the portrait.

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nishayuro · 5 months

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Saw that you were asking for Stanley x reader requests because I need to see more of him.

So you know how Xeno is Senku’s mentor? What if Stanley was our Mentor? He mentored us similar to Senku before the Stone Age and now we’re with the kingdom of science.

Dr.Stone Stanley Snyder as your Mentor

A/N: YESSSS MY LOVE STANLEYYY

Genre: Fluff / small Angst (its dr.stone new america city, its gonna have some angst lmao)

GN!Reader.

Also, This will be Platonic, let me know if you want a more romantic approach lmao

You’re originally from America and back in the old world, in your teenage years, you were a regular at a local shooting range near your school. You were very interested in the art of shooting a gun, so much so that you’re also a great FPS player. But you prefer the real deal.

One time, a competition was being held at your local shooting range, so naturally you signed up.

Your skills astounded everyone, even those who were older than you.

You naturally won the competition, and decided to stay back to get some more shots in.

That's when a guy with blonde hair stood next to you and shot all the targets with a bullseye before you could even blink.

You were shocked, and you looked up at the man

“Wha-” you stammered, impressed by this man’s marksmanship. You stared at him in awe, “I watched your game, you’re quite the natural” The man complimented, facing towards you. ‘Oh damn, he’s pretty’ you thought, “oh.. Uhm… Thanks, it's a hobby, I guess” you answered.

“Is that so…” He trails off, “Were you the one who shot those bullseyes in a flash? How’d you do it?!” you asked excitedly, getting over your shyness. “I’m in the US Military.” He answered, shocking you. A military officer just complimented your skills? “Wait, really? That’s so cool! Thank you for serving our country!” You exclaimed.

“I’m Stanley by the way, Stanley Snyder” He introduced, “I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you!” you replied. “I probably shouldn’t be doing this, but honestly, why not? Hey, want me to show you a few tips and tricks? You’ve got skills, it'd be a shame to not see them prosper.” He offered, making your eyes wide. You nod aggressively with a smile.

Whenever he had free time, he’d meet you at the range. Sometimes, he’d take you hunting or to paintball to test your improvement. He’s taught you about different guns, about how to properly feel for where the bullet will go by knowing how the wind affects it and all that other stuff. Since then, you’ve joined lots of tournaments and won.

Unfortunately, your family had to move to Japan, and Stanley was being deployed on a mission, so your time together was up for the meantime, however, you made him promise to you that he’d keep in contact whenever he can, and he agreed.

Fast forward to Japan where you met Senku, Taiju and Yuzuriha when you transferred to their school. Taiju recognized you as the famous junior marksman. You easily fit right into their small friend group.

The day of the petrification, you were in the science lab along with Senku, just playing a shooting game on your phone after Taiju barged in and did the whole Yuzuriha confession spiel, and that's when you noticed the green light.

You were revived by Tsukasa, after Minami said that your marksmanship can help with hunting, along with Ukyo’s.

As confused as you were, Taiju and Yuzuriha filled you in on everything that’s been happening, and obviously you sided with the Kingdom of Science.

Since then, your new weapon of choice has been a bow and arrow since no other projectiles were present. You aided the Kingdom with hunting for food. As well as in battle during the treasure island arc.

After the treasure island arc, Senku made you your own gun.

Background done, let’s move on to the New America City Arc.

You and your friends were just minding your business when Tsukasa asked everyone to get into cover because a plane was shooting at your boat.

Despite the initial fright, you grew excited, knowing that the big guns are back in the world, but grew scared again once you remembered that it's the enemy team that has them.

When you saw the plane flying a bit lower, you grabbed your gun and took a shot towards its engine. Hitting it and making it crash in the forest.

Now, this was your new friends’ first time seeing your gun skills since you’ve been using the bow and arrow. So they were shocked when you hit the mark.

“Y/N-chan?!” Gen screamed in shock, Yo’s eyes were bulging out, and Ryusui was laughing out loud. “Well done, marksman. That ten billion percent took out their engine” Senku exclaimed with a smirk.

After that whole incident, you, Kohaku, Chrome, and Gen were sent to pursue the plane’s pilot. However, Gen asked Kohaku and Chrome to stand back, and asked you to come with him but to leave your weapons.

You eventually found the person, with Gen going into panic, but you just stared at the man in shock.

“Stan…ley?!” You whispered, although apparently enough for him to hear and set his eyes on you, which widened at the sight of his old student. “Ah, I didn’t expect our next meeting to be like this.” He said, “you know each other?!” Gen exclaimed in surprise, “He’s my mentor.” You answered.

“Well, I'll need you two to come with me. I got a whole heap of questions. Bet you’ve got some too. So, How about you come meet our leader?” Stanley said, walking towards their base. Gen looked at you, letting you know that this mission is a now or never deal.

He brought you to their base, where you met Dr.Xeno, who you remembered from before when Stanley would tell you about his childhood best friend. After threatening Gen, he looked down at me. “And you?” he asked. “Y/N L/N, pleasure to finally meet you, Dr.Xeno.” You said in a calm voice to help with your situation once you realised that you were being read on a Polygraph test.

“Oh? That name’s quite familiar.” Xeno ponders, looking towards Stanley. “My Mentee back in the old days” Stanley answered. “Ahh, is that so. Yes, I’ve heard quite a lot about you. In that case, this will make this whole thing easier.” Xeno said, a smirk on his face.

“You of all people should know how dangerous my dear Stan is, so it will be in your best interest to comply with us.” Xeno stated, his back towards us. “Yes, I understand. Although, I haven’t been with the group for long, so I don’t think I can give you much information” You answered calmly again, as if you were stating facts.

After the whole act Gen put on, with him revealing that Dr.Taiju was the lead scientist, we were let free to go for the time being while Xeno gets ready to talk to the Kingdom of Science.

“Yow, Y/N. It’s been a while, how’re you fairing?” Stanley approached me as I was with Gen. “I’ve been better, seem’s you’ve been enjoying life here recently, yeah? I mean, I see you’ve even got machine guns.” You answered with a smile. Although he is your enemy right now, It’s still a great feeling to reunite with your childhood mentor. “Heh, I’m guessing you’re the one who shot down my plane with a single bullet to the engine?” He smirked, looking kinda proud. “So what if it was me? I learned from the best, didn’t I?” you smirked back.

“A person who blindly trusts a person who double-crosses their own people needs an appointment with a head doctor. That said, Y/N, I don’t trust you one bit, we might’ve been Mentor-mentee in the old days, but until your little kiddy science team surrenders, you’re not off the hook.” He states, a serious look in his eyes.

“I knew that much, you’ve always been a cautious person. It’s fine, I’ll just prove myself to you perhaps.” You answered, you knew he wasn’t going to be buddy buddy with you just yet. But it’s worth a shot.

“Mhmm, you do that.” Stanley replies, walking away. As you look at his back profile, you’re reminded of the same person who you’ve bonded with since your childhood. A small smile appears on your lips.

You notice the man stop before the door, looking back at you, you see a small smile of his own, with a hint of pride in his eyes, are you imagining things? Maybe, but his next words shocked you.

“I might not trust you, but that doesn't mean I'm not glad to see you again.”

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Jealousy - Will Halstead

requested: yes

warnings: gender neutral reader, mentioned sex, implied sex, i think thats it

note: idk if this is good but enjoy regardless ✨ and idk i felt keeping it gender neutral was right at this moment

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[Jealousy Prompts - ‘Person A's old friend has just come to meet them, but Person B isn't too happy when all Person C seems to do is flirt with Person A.’ (Will Halstead)]

Y/n wasn’t new to Chicago. Well, not anymore. Today was their one year at 51 and official end to probationary firefighter duties. Meaning they were officially welcomed in as a stable member to the firehouse.

Which meant a celebration. “Alright, party at Mollys tonight for y/n finishing their first year here.” Herrmann’s voice carried through the apparatus floor and inside the building to anyone that was within earshot. “Drinks are full price but y/n you will get one drink on the house. You deserve it.” He clasped a hand onto their shoulder, a proud grin on his face.

Honestly it was all overwhelming, but nonetheless they wanted to go out and be with their 51 family now that they were officially there to stay. Not that it wasn’t without its struggles. Hell, their first day they were almost blown to smithereens in the chicago med emergency room. That followed by thinking they werent gonna make it to the end of the day from some infection?

First day from hell. But they knew from that first day that they would fit right in and thank god they were right because honestly, they really didn’t want to get used to these people for a few shifts and then wind up somewhere else.

Besides, how else would they have gotten a free drink tonight? “Alright y/l/n, one drink. Completely on the house. What’ll it be?” Herrmann had a white dish cloth over his shoulder, leaning onto the bar. That was an entirely good question. What would it be?

Quietly they chewed at their lip before nodding, “Alright, a rum and coke but use the good stuff,” They said with a small smile, earning a tight nod from the older fireman.

“Coming right up,”

They turned away from the bar, looking out at the sea of people around the room, waiting in particular for one face, or rather head of hair to stick out. The door to Mollys opened with a jingle, the small bell installed above it doing its service in catching their attention.

Right to the man I wanted to see. “Will!” A smile instantly spread on his face as he came over. Now they weren’t together. Okay, actually, they didn’t know what they were. The two hang out, cuddle, fuck, all that cool stuff you would do with a partner.

But they weren’t dating.

In fact they were so not dating that their heart totally didn’t race the second they saw him. Nope. They totally weren't waiting the whole day for him to come over and say that he was proud or whatever of them for making it through the year.

“Y/n, I’d say fancy seeing you here but,” He shrugged his coat off, draping it over his arm as he leaned against the bar. Their drink was already in front of them but honestly, they don’t remember seeing Herrmann putting it down.

Maybe they were just too distracted by Will. That or Herrmann dropped it into place and turned away faster than the speed of light. The first option was more believable. “But this has basically been my second home since they got to Chicago? Yeah, you’d be right.” They grabbed their cup before nodding towards an empty table, leading the way across the room.

“I’m glad you stopped by tonight,”

“Where else would I go to release stress? Well, at least when I know you’re here and not at your apartment,” A teasing smirk played on his face as he placed his coat over the back of his chair. There was no doubt that a blush was working its way up their neck right now.

Then again he always knew how to get the blood flowing, not only in their face. “Oh hush,” They lightly nudged him, pulling their hand back before they could let it linger too long, best to save themselves the embarrassment.

It wasn’t long before Will had had a couple of beers, leaning over the table in a lengthy rant about how Chicago deep dish could never be beaten by any sort of pizza, especially New York style. The entire time they just shook my head, letting him spew on about it. Though he would never get them to agree.

That debate trickled over into other various food discourse, pickles were delicious, no pickles were gross. No olives were gross, excuse me? Olives are delicious. Before long they’d exhausted most if not all of the common food debates, only being interrupted by the bell above the door once again gaining my attention.

The only reason it did was because a familiar face stepped in right after. “Tommy?” Their eyes lit up, out of their seat before they even really knew what they were doing. They’d known this guy since, well, forever, but they lost touch the last few years, something about helping his sister out in Tampa?

So it was easy to pull him into a hug, the first stop afterwards to the bar so he could grab a drink, “What are you doing here? You didn’t tell me you were coming back to Chicago,” They made their way back to the table that Will was sitting at, his eyes looking over the stranger to him. “Oh, right, Will this is Tommy Jacobs, we grew up together. Tommy, this is Will Halstead, doctor at Chicago Med.”

They shook hands, small talk dying out not long after, instead shifting onto Tommy talking about the last few years, “How have things been here? You still slugging it at that bakery downtown?” He sipped from his beer, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“No, well, not full time. I’m a firefighter now actually,”

“No kidding? You save people then? A lot?” He questioned, Will getting up, muttering about getting another beer. Tommy took the chance to scoot into his seat momentarily. “It must be scary though no?”

Not that he was wrong, but they shook their head, “Not always. I mean at first yeah, but it’s been a year now,” Will came back, Tommy moving back to his seat and in an attempt to not cut their conversation they shifted to the seat next to them, closer to the wall, “So I’ve done a lot of growing, learning. Stuff like that.”

Tommy smirked, leaning across the table, “Well firefighters are said to be the sexiest profession so maybe I’ll have to see you in action someday.” There was no way they didn’t turn as red as the shirt he was wearing, ducking my head down slightly.

Faintly they laughed, shaking my head, “I uh, I don’t think that’s true, what do you think Will?” Their eyes drifted to the redhead that had apparently clocked out of the conversation when he returned. He hummed softly, not fully there as they shifted in their chair awkwardly.

“Firefighters, sexiest profession,” Tommy repeated, slinging an arm over the back of his chair to look at Will who honestly didn’t seem to be too into their conversation or into the guy sitting next to him.

In fact, if he could send this guy out of the building right now he would. Flirting, so casually with them right in front of him? Was he insane? More importantly was Will insane for being so worked up over how casually he talked to them?

They were friends, had been for years and now here comes Will, feelings brewing since day 1 who was oh so glad that y/n had decided that hey, we’re friends, we’re close and honestly I’m kind of horny so maybe juuust maybe they could be friends with benefits. And he was all for it.

Did he wish they were more? Yes. Was he going to do anything about it? No. If he had to keep all of his feelings in his chest until he was laying in a coffin six feet under, he would. The man was Irish afterall. That wouldn’t stop him from glaring at people he didn’t like and y/n was very aware of the look in his eye.

“Alright, change of topics please, I would like to not hear about how fuckable either of you think firefighters are,” The blush on their cheeks lightening as they shifted to a less hot topic of the calls they’d been on their last shift.

That continued on until late in the night, Tommy the first of the three to get up and announce his departure, y/n getting up to hug him goodbye. The hug was followed by a kiss on the cheek to the man as he smiled. “Here, I got a new number while I was gone.” He wrote the number on an unused napkin and slid it towards y/n. “Call me, we can hang out again sometime,” He said a brief goodbye to Will and was gone before anyone could say otherwise.

Y/n sighed, “I’m probably gonna head home too,” Their hand slid across the table onto Will’s arm. “If you wanted to join me?” The begging, almost too innocent look they gave him made him stand and grab his coat faster than he ever had before, tightly wrapping an arm around their waist.

“Someone’s in a rush,” They muttered, feeling a warmth grow in their stomach at the stern, almost determined look on his face. Though it wasn’t the first time they’d seen that look on someone’s face. Let alone someone they were close to. “Or jealous,” Y/n added as they got to Will’s car, him turning around.

In second he had his hands on their cheeks, pulling them in for one of the roughest and most passionate kisses they’d had. And the two had had a lot. “What if I was?” He grumbled, a hand just ghosting down their side, hitching at the bottom of their shirt.

His comment made y/n pause, their eyes lifting to his, the darkness behind them almost overwhelming. Will darted a tongue across his lips, trying to find any sort of response, good or bad. Just, anything that would make it clear to him how y/n wanted things to go.

“Were you actually?”

“Was I-, y/n the man was straight up flirting with you not even three inches from me. Of course I was.” He didn’t want to admit any of it. His feelings tonight, his feelings for them, his feelings about anything ever really so when the words came out he just sighed, pulling them in for another kiss.

Except this time y/n reciprocated more than before, pushing him back against the side of the car, their hands grasping onto the front of his shirt. “Get in the car,” They mumbled into the kiss, shushing his hum of concern before he pulled back, opening the back seat door and the two slid in, shutting the door behind them.

Will’s back was against the seat, his hands trailing up y/n’s sides, not even caring if someone saw, just needing his lips on theirs. He parted his lips, slipping his tongue into their mouth, relishing in the moan that followed.

They slid a hand up his chest, sure they’d done things like this before but now? Now it was different. Now he was so riled up from the other man that he couldn’t help but flip the two over, leaning down to firmly kiss them on the lips. Muttering something under his breath that couldn’t be heard that well.

Y/n let out a breath, a hand on the side of his neck to push him back just slightly. “Show me how tonight made you feel.” They muttered, gazing up at Will, something coming over him as he moved down, firmly kissing at a spot on their neck he’d never dared to kiss before.

He followed it with a light bite, not caring about their ‘nothing above the collar’ rule. Will needed everyone, everyone to know what he did to them. To know that he was the one doing all of this. That he had y/n writhing under his touch.

His free hand slid up their leg, dragging his fingertips gently across their thigh. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” Will’s voice was right in their ear as he whispered, a chill sliding through their body, hips bucking up at the tone.

Will couldn’t help but let out a chuckle before leaning in to kiss them one more time, thoroughly enjoying the fact he coerced the movements and sounds out of them that he did. Making sure his feelings were shown rather than told before he ended up collapsing onto their chest only a while later.

“That was-”

“Different,” Y/n finished his sentence, reaching a hand up to drag through his hair, fully aware that he could probably feel their heart still racing in their chest. “In a good way,” They made sure to add, diverting their gaze from his, nervous.

It went silent for a couple moments before Will lifted up again, looking down at y/n. “Go on a date with me. A real one I mean. Dinner, or a movie, anything.” His eyes were full of hope as he waited for a response, hopefully a good one.

With a faint nod y/n smiled, “Alright, we can go see that new movie opening night.” They leaned up to kiss him once more, their heart full before they both quickly adjusted themselves and headed back to Will’s for a possible round two to disperse any leftover jealousy from his system.

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the-kipsabian · 9 months

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god this got so much longer than i intended im so sorry oof

i am admittedly very fascinated by kips gear design (so much so in fact that i straight up asked him if we could ever hear process or design notes about it lmao), so i had some of my own thoughts honestly

im gonna make this in chronological order cause its easier to explain the reasoning that way, so i hope it makes sense but

so we have to go back to the last of the superbad designs first

i cannot for the life of me find a photo of the backside of the gear, but i literally rewatched arcade anarchy for research for this as thats one match i can name from the top of my head where he wears this, and it holds no relevancy (apart from the 'superbad' text on the ass) to what im gonna talk about later, so

but yeah.. i have no explanation for this design choice tbh lol. im pretty sure most of this was just "because he liked the colors and it looked cool", its mostly an aesthetic choice afaik. which, admittedly, it is. its really fucking pretty. the only thing i can say from the top of my head is the drip effect on the top of the tights, as that was in some previous superbad shorts, so thats a recycled thing (and will continue to be, so its good to point out here). likewise the non-matching kneepads, tho interestingly enough the side of the one with images changes as we move on, which. i'll talk about a bit later

i just wanted to point this one out cause it has some elements that keep on appearing later, and also cause its pretty. longboy supremacy 💜

moving onto the return/boxman gear

the boxman gear holds up some of the old design choices - the different kneepads, the drip effect, at this point he also had mismatching kickpads which i found extremely interesting (especially after realizing this was a repeat design choice. like if you look at them, the right one has a light pattern on it but the left one doesnt. and then compare those to the superbad kickpads. same thing). and yeah the superbad text still remains on the ass, which i find kinda funky considering he literally right up to the reveal of this new look went around ripping into his old self so. hmm. tho this is a point im gonna bring up in the collective thoughts later, so put a pin on it

but. theres a few things i wanna focus on here. mainly the clearly toned down color scheme - the more wine red, black and white is clearly toned down from whatever that aesthetic mess was before. but it works, especially later with the colored hair. i dont know the significance of it apart from him just really liking those colors so he wanted to use them (which i believe he has mentioned off-hand before so im just pulling this from my memory idk), but im mentioning them now to talk about it later a bit more when we get to the current design

also the big head on the side. this is more relevant later, again, with how it changes from design to design, but its interesting to see that despite moving on from his "previous self", hes still carrying that image with him. sure its a bit more updated, but the base for the superbad is there and used for it. like i get it that its a logo thing, but still. it sure is a choice

and thennnnn the kneepads. cause this is where i feel like the interesting shit starts (before we move on to current look which is what really prompted this whole thought process). see, there used to be a kip head there. now its a question mark. which has been imagery he used a lot during the boxman era both before and after his return, even to the point where there was a question mark on the back of the box (with the word 'back', yes, but the question mark was still very much there. omnipresent, if you will, as was the boxman himself). it feels like a nod about forgetting, abandoning to your old self and searching for something new, searching for yourself again. to me this looks like a sign of 'who am i/who was i' type of deal, like its such a deliberate choice of where its put - and yes i know the knees change between this and the previous design, but i feel like the point still stands. even more so with the swapped knee tbh, being so lost trying to find yourself you make mistakes. i know this is a reach but bear with me lmao

I ALSO ACTUALLY HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THE KICKPADS CAUSE I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING

look at this. look at it. so i mentioned before that the different patterning on the kickpads, right? well its only on the right side. which is also the only side with the drip effect on it. and look at the kickpad. the pattern shows better in the ddt photo lighting, but what does that look like? its kinda like a blood splatter. and knowing at this point in time, for this character, kip was doing character studies and consuming media etc. about characters that were most often serial killers or otherwise similarly deranged... yeah baby this is a nod to that you cant tell me otherwise!!

and then some choices i just wanna mention cause i think they're interesting but i have no fucking idea what they mean or why they are there lmao. apart from the 'time changes us all' text on the right side, thats pretty obvious (and plays to everything else ive pointed out so far actually) as well as the fact that instead of a few selected fingers, he started taping almost all of them (wedding band my beloved). that one i know he has mentioned was an aesthetic choice cause he liked it (also it might have something to do with him previously having dislocated a finger mid match sssooooo)

but anyways

i just really wanna talk about the lacing of the kickpad. yeah, just the one. cause i really dont know why, but im completely in love with the asymmetry of this design choice, its very similar to the one patterned kneepad. its also made into a more obvious one as time goes on i think, cause its barely visible in the return match at all in zero hour, but just few months down the line its fully visible and you can even see it in the promo pictures, the bow end of it just dangling about. i just honestly think its really cute, but also relevant to, again, the current design so im gonna talk about it more later

..and then i just offhand wanted to mention. this. cause i dont know what the fuck this is or why its a choice in this design but. it is. so here you go have fun lmao

(like in speculation i had a quick thought that MAYBE its trying to match pennys new gears garter belt style, as its just about the same spot, and since they did kinda matching styled gear? but thats literally all i got. i got so distracted by this fucking thing and i have no idea what it is. i hate it now, thats all i know lmao) anyways, moving on! current design yay!!

so what i find the most interesting here, compared to the two others, is lack of color. honestly i think the grayscale works wonderfully with the rest of the design choices as well as his current look, but seeing him go from the previously colored design to this just sparked a thought in me.. tho idk how much of that actually plays into this design choice, considering this was done before he started the transition more away from what the boxman had become with the 'underrated and over it' gimmick and hes moving towards a much more confident version of himself again (sex idol, anyone?), but hes trying to prove something here. less flash in design, more flash in character, if that makes sense. also, classic villain look, black and white and cheesy blond 80s hair. i love him

the drips are also to the minimum now for some reason, and the splat pattern on the kickpad is gone. which is sad cause i really loved that detail, but again, minimalism, more classical and clean look. it still works, but i miss it. i also just like it how all the text is easier to look now, while that font just has the creep vibes. this whole set up feels like a homage to old black and white horror movies tbh, now that i think about it which i absolutely would not put past him

whichhhhh leads us to the first big point i wanted to make with this one - the mask on the side that now entirely replaces the previous kip heads. he very briefly brought it up as part of the two episode stint they did in ddt in february this year with penny, and there was like a single photoshoot in aew with it

and then it was never brought up again. which i believe is cause kip said once that he was waiting for a good opportunity and a longer storyline to bring it out for its full potential. which, sadly never happened as i believe he has now plans to move on from it (and possibly return to the box? we shall see, but thats what he said he wanted to do, so), but i find it interesting that its chosen as the new logo to replace the original kip head on the tights, but yet the box logo design remains on both the front and the back of the jacket (which i didnt bring up here as while i love the design, it holds no relevancy in these cases im talking about here, apart from this one) and the actual mask is never seen on screen

the second thing i wanna talk about is the text on the back. previous two designs have said 'superbad', this one says 'the gallery' - for uninformed, this was(/is?) the unofficial team name of kip, butcher, blade, bunny and penelope. although i believe they are more or less now coining the name 'deadly alliance', but since neither is official... anyways, i just wanna point it out that hes moving on from singling and acknowledging himself only, and moving more into team territory here, which is an interesting touch. especially for someone who can often be viewed as a mastermind behind the things he makes his little henchmen do. hmmm (i could talk about this alliance forever but im gonna spare you, let it just be known that i dont think they are on as equal standings within this group as they might let you believe or think themselves lmao. like kip is obviously leading this bunch of killers but thats a whole another tangent. its just an interesting thought in the relation to him now having a team name on the gear [especially when in the meantime both butcher and blade i believe just have their names SO])

and finally! the actual thing that made me wanna write this whole four fucking hours long operation!! the color splash details!!!

these. the lacing. its the only colorful thing in these pants and it has sparkled so many thoughts in me god. like i obviously see how these were easy to recycle from the previous design (although they are different laces so. theres also that. which makes this an even more deliberate choice), and keeping the colors consistent by making the two similar pieces the same color. this also can be tied together to the horror movie theme still, as while we lack blood splatters overall, we do have these here. in red. which i feel like is an important detail

i do want to, however, talk about why i thought this was so important and what it sparked in me. now, this might be the part where im fucking reaching and reading too much into this, but.. in this transition towards something new and something else, few former pieces remain, although they change along the way. the kneepads are still similar, the pants are still pinstriped, the red laces are there, the kickpads are similar, minor changes to some of the designs, etc.. the basics are the same, but it swaps to new things over time, as we move on

whats the saying thats hes using as a catchphrase and a hashtag everywhere again?

embrace the change

so you see. hes embracing it. hes moving on. hes changing. little by little, things are different, but hes making the active role in accepting it and making them happen. hes still the same old underneath, just the perception to outside and how its viewed is different. the patterns change. the colors change. the names, the phrases, the looks. they all change, hes embracing it, but it all comes down to the same old, because thats the thing; even if youre moving on, you cant forget your roots. cause whats the other, a bit lesser known saying?

time doesnt heal; it changes you

thank you for coming to my tedtalk

#kip sabian #you know what im tagging this and you cant stop me this took me way too long and i feel like im losing my mind #my beloved #kip in a box #boxman saga #box thoughts #if it doesnt make sense dont tell me i dont wanna know i just wanna have it done at this point lmao #i'll regret it later just here take it im going to bed good god

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hi-its-chaos · 10 months

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Under The Same Stars

Scott wasn't sure what he was doing. It was far past midnight and the only light he had was that of the crescent moon. He rests his weight on the balcony rails as he runs his hand through ginger hair. It's cold out with nothing but a night shirt and hastily thrown on pants and some slippers to avoid touching the stone floor. It's been so long...

"Hello stars," Scott speaks quietly into the air "I don't know if you're listening....or if this is even the right thing to do,"

Scott sighs as a cool breeze breaks his train of thought. He really should have gotten a bathrobe from his room but despite his bed being just within the doors, Scott remains outside in the cold. This was ludicrous, talking to stars. They're nothing but balls of light in the sky far, far away. Talking to them like Acho did is insane and going to get him nowhere.

"I don't honestly know why I'm doing this," Scott admits

He looks down from the midnight sky to gaze down into the Herons base. It seemed like everyone else in the place was asleep including his own parents. The lights were out leaving nothing but street lamps and path lights to keep the place aglow. This was his home. So why didn't it feel like it?

"I miss him, stars," Scott says without lifting his gaze "it feels like just yesterday we'd be trying to sneak a glass from Christian and fall from the parkour at the tavern. Now... Now I don't even know if he's still alive,"

Taking a breath, Scott feels another cold breeze come through past his eyes giving enough leeway for a stray tear to fall. He shouldn't think like that. Acho will be fine and come home eventually... Right?

"Sorry, I shouldn't speak like that. Maybe he's just out there making a name for themself like we always dreamed of. Maybe star's out there talking to you right now. Maybe he's on his way home right now and they'll be at the docks by daylight,"

There's another pause and Scott wonders how long he's been outside. It also makes him wonder how much longer he'll remain out here before the cold gets too bitter on his fingertips.

"Can I be honest, stars? I don't think he'll be at the docks even by tomorrow night. I think he's gone. Stars? Was it me? Did I push them away in search of a legacy? Is legacy worth it without him? Home doesn't feel right without star...,"

It's terrifying how everyone around Scott seemed to move on from Acho. There are new faction members like Cleo and Soup that have never met Scott's brother. Sausage the kestrel has probably never heard of Acho Denholm and the mere thought that the man never will strikes fear in Scott's heart. The world is forgetting star and Scott is standing by and letting it happen.

"Hey stars? Can you carry a message for me? Can you tell Acho that he always has a home with me? Can you... Can you tell him that I'll wait for them? Maybe... Maybe you can make sure star has good dreams or has enough to eat? You see, he forgets sometimes," Scott gives a choked off laugh "Id always have to poke him to eat healthy. They'd eat berries at every meal if they could,"

Scott watches a firefly blinking its way across his vision as he listens to the crickets and the owls sing. A bat swoops down to catch its prey and swallow the bug whole. It makes Scott wonder about his place in the world. Will he be a footnote in history as the lonely Denholm son or will he be known as a great Heron? Is that even what he wants? It's hard to tell; it's hard to know.

"I should go back inside, stars," Scott sighs "I don't even know what time it is but Mother will have my head if I get a cold from staying out all night. Goodnight stars… goodnight Acho,"

As Scott turns away from the stars, he misses the shooting star cross the night sky. Watching that same star fly its path is none other than Acho Denholm. As Scott curls back into the warmth of his bed and gazes through the now closed balcony doors, Acho remains cold on his bed roll with the company of constellations and no one else. The youngest Denholm brother sighs before speaking.

"Hello stars. It's been awhile, at least it feels that way. I'm questioning if I made the right choice… heading back home. Being a pirate is all I've ever known and I've done too much to do anything else now. I thought leaving would make things easier but… did running away help anything? Did I make everything worse?"

Acho hugs their knees close as he takes a deep breath. If they close their eyes, he can almost imagine the sounds of the Heron base he grew up in. Star can almost imagine the paths Scott would chase him through or the taste of Christians cider he'd make non-alcoholic just for the boys. It feels like it's right there but Acho knows it's so far away and almost unreachable.

"I don't regret leaving my parents but… I miss Scott. It wasn't fair to him. It wasn't fair to leave him alone to deal with everything. Maybe I could have stayed? No. It was killing me, being there," Acho buries their face in his knees "I'm so conflicted, stars,"

Looking up from between his knees, Acho sits and watches the stars twinkle and shine. Scott could probably name a hundred constellations being held up in the sky but all the names and shapes evaded Acho. Star looks at the jacket laying by his side knowing his brother held a similar garment. Maybe he was making the right choice.

"Good night stars… I think I'll make the last leg of my return at sunrise. Maybe I'll be by the faction docks by tomorrow night. Maybe… maybe I'll find my place in the world,"

Acho takes a deep breath before pulling up the bed roll and tucking himself in. With one last look at the stars Acho closes their eyes and hopes for a better tomorrow.

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((This has been posted on ao3 under the same name so don't be shocked if you see it there!))

#mcyt #pirates smp #pirates #ggacho #p!scott #scott denholm #scott smajor #pirate scott #p!acho #scurvyblr #acho denholm #dangthatsalongname

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evren-sadwrn · 3 months

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when i look at the marquis' aesthetic i just wanna say how its so weird how natural it feels for him to be in yellow/golden hues, honestly its a color thing (i think) but its pretty cool.

and when hes in darker tones it feels more unnatural/eerie

your opinion?

(you just gave me a reason to YAP!!!!!!)

I think it’s because of the color grading in John Wick 4 is like I don’t know how to describe this— more dramatic? In comparison to the first movie and the second, where the color grading is mostly blues and greens because the production team were probably holding themselves back— John Wick 4 takes their color grading to whole new level!!!

The Marquis’ color grading is mostly in golds and yellows, most likely a metaphor for his wealth and prestige under the Table.

And that brings me to my next section: John’s color grading is blue/dark. So it creates a clear contrast between Vincent and John.

So that’s the explanation for it. Vincent being in John’s lighting:

And the little bit of yellow still shows his character yet what I think the color grading is signifying here is that John has agency/control over the situation or much more than Vincent.

And the reason it just feels eerie(other than Vincent’s actor being campy horror king Bill Skarsgård) is that we’re more used to John being in that sort of lighting. Whereas the audience is shown that Vincent is in light, or in yellow hues since his first scene.

So basically: we’re used to him in yellow hues and to see him in lighting mostly associated with John is really unnatural.

Anyways yeah!! The lighting is pretty cool and awesome and I’m so glad they made this shit dramatized to the MAX

#john wick #analysis #marquis de gramont #marquis vincent de gramont #vincent de gramont #john wick 4 #character analysis #scene analysis #🪐evrenwrites #long post

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animezinglife · 8 days

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ACOTAR tag game 💕

Thanks for tagging me, @crazy-ache! Honestly, after reading your responses, I'm convinced we might actually be the same person. XD

Several others actually tagged me in this too, and I'm sorry to everyone for the delay. It's been busy and I've had company.

Answer the questions below & tag whoever you want, or make it an open tag!!

Who's your favourite ACOTAR character?

Lucien Vanserra. Back when I had no intention of continuing the series after the first book, I joked a lot about him having to be tired from carrying all of Prythian on his back.

Who's your least favourite character?

Ianthe. I still hope Stryga used her fingers as toothpicks.

Say something nice about your least favourite character.

She's probably objectively pretty.

Who's your favourite High Lord? (If you picked one for your fav character, then who's your second fav!)

I don't really feel like I know many of them enough to make the most sound decision. I think if I were living in Prythian, I would feel very at ease with Helion or Tarquin as my High Lord even if the latter is still a mere child of eighty and has his moments of naivete. He seems very honest and fair.

Helion I think would be similar, but less naive and more adept at seeing all the angles Tarquin might miss.

To be clear, I love Rhysand. I just think how I would feel about him as High Lord would probably differ depending on where I lived in the Night Court.

Favourite MINOR character?

I love Vassa. I think she has a lot of potential and is so cool. The image of her in her firebird form raining hell down on those Hybern ships was epic.

Jurian's fun, too.

Last but not least, Varian cracks me up. He probably has the most questionable taste and survival skills out of the whole lot of them and doesn't get nearly enough credit for just floating around to wherever his funky little heart desires.

Favourite ship? (Crackships included!)

Elucien has the potential to be my favorite and I'm already down bad for them. Of the ones who already are canon, though, Feysand.

Favourite court and why?

Of the ones we've spent time in, I'm not going to lie: I favor Spring for the way it was portrayed in the first book. Warm weather, green, gardens, pools of starlight, Tamlin playing his fiddle while people dance and celebrate, etc. It's very faerie.

That said, Autumn is the one I'm most intrigued by overall for all the usual and popular reasons. Autumn could very easily overtake spring.

Make up a brand new court RIGHT NOW, NO PREP JUST VIBES.

The Celestial Court. It's more otherworldly than Night or Dawn; more heavenly full of crystals and clouds. Its on its own plane of being entirely. The Fae there are known for their close connections to their gods and the High Lord and Lady are historically considered to be demigods. They would have an otherworldly glow/light to them like Tolkien elves; be a bit more unsettling. There's a lot of mystery around them and their power. I think of a lot of white or light clothing, fair skin, and long, fair hair. Unusual eyes that look like you're gazing into the heavens.

What relationship would you have wanted to see more of in the books?

Elain and Lucien, obviously, but it's not time just yet. So, I'd love to see Elain making her own friends.

I'd also really like to see more of the Lucien and Eris dynamic, because we're definitely not being let in on at least a few things.

What's your unpopular opinion?

Every single ACOTAR book could be cut down about 200 pages and not lose any meaningful or relevant content. They're all entirely too bloated.

If you want a spicier take, I'm forever underwhelmed by Nesta as a character. I understand what the goal was and could still for the most part appreciate the story, but I never did get invested in her and what investment I did develop didn't last after I finished ACOSF.

What's your favourite headcanon/fan canon?

The best way to sum up many of my favorites would simply be Elain finding herself and her confidence in a potential relationship with Lucien. How it would be a healing journey, but also very much one of her coming into her element and power (and him into his, too).

I love the idea of them becoming completely uninhibited out in nature and to have this extremely deep connection that goes beyond other bonds.

If you were swept away to Prythian, what's ONE thing you would want to do?

Lucien (<- keeping @crazy-ache's answer here because I absolutely would if he'd have me)

"I want to experience all the magic. Just frolic through a field and really feel this fae magical world, see the creatures, witness the magic and spells, just be absolutely bewitched by it all." (<- keeping this answer, too, but I would add Helion's libraries to the mix).

If you could have ONE faerie ability seen in the books, which would it be?

I'd want to put a lot of effort into healing magic, but I'd love to be able to winnow or create water wolves. Winnowing would be ideal so I could see the world more easily and see my family whenever I wanted.

Thank you so much for the tag! Anyone who wants to do this, please feel free.

#answered #tag game

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fics-n-stuff-n-stuff · 7 months

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Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox

all fairy tail characters basically -

Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic Follows Fairy tail but with my own twists set in modern day Fluff and Angst Romance Friendship developing feelings Lucy has new spirits I checked constellations and gave her ones I thought were cool

Summary

Lucy is thrown into a world she didn’t know existed. Join her as she unravels this new world full of magic that brings adventure, romance and destruction along with it.

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Just a modern re-telling of Fairy tail following its arcs with a few twists and turns along the way💞

You can also read it here

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Chapter 17

"So what exactly is our plan?"

Natsu asked her as he leaned back in his chair, looking content as he rubbed his stomach in satisfaction.

They'd just finished eating a late lunch in a restaurant near their inn, after following Natsu's nose to what he claimed was 'The best place in town.'

Lucy looked up at him from her cup of tea.

While he was busy eating half the restaurant, she was contemplating whether they should go through with the plan circling her mind, or think of something different.

She wasn't exactly looking forward to breaking and entering, but there was no other way.

They needed to get closer to the key.

"We're going to wait till the Museum closes, and then sneak in to try and get a better look at Leo's key." She told him, keeping her voice quiet so as to not be overheard by the people around them.

Natsu sat up straight at her words, eyes bulging out from shock. "We're gonna what?" He asked, sounding slightly baffled at her plan.

Lucy bit back a smile as she watched his reaction. "Sneak into the Museum after it closes." She said, slower this time.

"We need to get as close to the key as possible, maybe even try to take it out of the glass and see if it will react to my magic in some way."

Now, Lucy wasn't one to commend theft, and it hopefully won't come to that, but she needed to see this through, for her Mother, for Leo, and herself.

"Grampa Crux said we should retrace our steps, so back to Museum it is. There must be something there that can help us." Lucy started explaining her logic.

"Besides, we can't have people walking around when we're trying to investigate magic, so we go after it closes." She explained with a shrug as she looked through the window at the street.

"If none of my spirits will give me the answers I want, we are going out and finding them ourselves." Lucy almost mumbled to herself as she watched the crowds of people pass them by.

Everyone rushing through the streets in hopes of getting out of the cold, living their lives completely untroubled and unaware of the dangers that are lurking around them.

Watching them almost made her miss the simplicity of not being aware of the Magic World.

Though where would she be if it weren't for magic? Better yet, where would she be if it weren't for the person across her?

Dead, probably.

There was no doubt about it, that dementor thing would have killed her that night if Natsu hadn't intervened.

If not for the attack, Lucy would have eventually been found by her father and married off.

His stunt with Phantom Lord assured her of that.

She would be doomed to spend her whole life not knowing the truth about her Mother, or herself. Which is fate far worse than death, if you ask her.

So they will be getting to the bottom of this.

Lucy was just so tired of being kept in the dark. She was tired of not knowing her family history, not knowing about her magic, not knowing who she really was.

Her search with Levy came to a halt around the Holidays and with all the craziness that happened, they haven't gotten a chance to restart.

Honestly, they did not have much to go on.

It seemed like every new text or book they found had the same information as all the others, it was beyond frustrating.

There was the letter Lucy got from her mom, but that was safely tucked away at the bottom of one of her drawers back home.

She wasn't ready to read her mother's last words.

"Okay, we'll rob the Museum, but promise me that we will never tell Erza about this, she'll kill me." Natsu's proclamation brought Lucy out of her head and she looked back at her partner with a slight chuckle.

"I don't think it'll come to us robbing the place, but I promise not to tell Erza." She smiled at him and put her hand over his on the table.

"Good, that's good." He mumbled back, burying his chin into his scarf. "You wanna go find a magic shop while we wait?" He asked, seemingly coy all of a sudden, his expression neutral as he went to get up, offering his hand for her to take.

Lucy looked up at him with a smile and clasped their hands as she stood up. "Yes! Yes I do, come on let's go." She said excitedly as she pulled him out of the restaurant, his laughter following them outside.

She continued pulling him down a few streets, and Natsu let her twist and turn them through the town before suddenly Lucy stopped in her tracks and realized she had no idea where they were supposed to be going.

She turned to look back at Natsu sheepishly. "I don't actually know where to look for one?" She told him, the statement coming out more like a question, making Natsu laugh at her admission.

"Well, every decently sized town is sure to have at least one shop." He started explaining as he looked around the street they were on.

"Crocus, for example, is known in our community for having the most in Fiore. They're usually in less public areas, there's a smaller risk of someone wandering in.

Remember the one we went to in Magnolia?" He asked her with a grin on his face, knowing fully well she remembered.

Lucy nodded, recalling the abandoned stores and shabby shops.

"Good, so we just look in places like that! That's how I do it, well, I also follow my nose, I can usually smell the weird herbs and magic when they're close."

Natsu said as he suddenly pulled her in the opposite direction and they started making their way to the other side of town.

Lucy looked up at him and then down at their joined hands. He was walking half a step faster than her, making her almost stumble as she tried to keep up with his stride.

They made their way through the crowded streets, and Lucy was once again thankful that he'd started wearing the boots she bought him for Christmas.

Though the snow around him still melted away from his heat, and he refused to wear a proper coat, but small victories.

The same heat was currently responsible for keeping her warm from the chilly January air, and it made Lucy grateful once more to have a fire drakon for a partner.

She honestly can't remember how she managed winters without him.

The crowds of people seemed to be getting thinner as they made their way through town and Lucy suddenly wondered what people thought when they saw them together.

They were a bit of an odd pair.

As they walked through Sakuramori Village, looking out for anything that looked like a Magic Shop, Lucy purposefully decided to take the opportunity of the fact that it was just the two of them on the job and listened to Levy's advice.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" She said breaking the comfortable silence that settled over them, her voice was slightly timid as she spoke.

"You can ask me anything Luce, you know that." Natsu answered with a playful bump to her shoulder, and she could hear the smile, mixed with confusion about her sudden mood change in his voice, could feel his eyes burning into her profile.

She made it a point not to look at him, not really wanting to see his expression to her next words, and willing herself to speak.

There was a lull as Lucy tried, and failed to gather her thoughts and think of the best way she could approach the topic.

"It's just, I've noticed that you've been a bit... Vigilant, since Phantom's attack. And with everything that happened after, when I left to see my father." The words 'Without you' were left hanging between them as Lucy continued to trip over her words, trying to rush everything out as fast as she could.

"I know we talked it out when you guys found me at the Mansion, but I just feel like I need to apologize again for just leaving like that and not telling you about it." Once she started talking it was like a flood of words came pouring out. "I didn't think. I didn't think of how it would look, and of how you would react."

She took a breath as she looked at him. "I'm sorry for how I executed my plan, I just felt like I had to do it on my own."

Lucy continued talking, even after willing herself to withhold her words. "It just feels that by leaving like that, I've betrayed your trust in some way."

They both stopped walking as she spoke those words.

Lucy looked over his shoulder as she finished, refusing to make eye contact with him, which in turn made Natsu step to the right so he could be in her field of vision.

The expression on his face was surprisingly pensive, and in any other situation, Lucy would find it funny, cute even.

But right now all she could feel was nervousness.

"What are ya talking about, weirdo? What's Vagulant even mean?" For all the seriousness of his expression, his response left Lucy feeling like she was going to combust.

Of course, what else was she expecting? This was Natsu, after all.

"It's Vigilant, and it means being, like, on the lookout, watchful, on guard. You have been all of those things, and maybe even a little protective?" She tried to articulate her thoughts without completely calling him out and the look on his face made her think that it wasn't working, so Lucy tried a different approach.

"I don't know if any of this makes sense." Lucy said with a small huff as she ran her hand through her bangs, slightly frustrated with herself for lacking the words after she spent hours rehearsing every avenue of how this conversation would go.

Leave it to Natsu to throw her off her game.

She should have expected it, really.

"What I'm trying to say is, I am sorry for disappearing like that. But you have my word it won't happen again. Don't worry about me, I'm not planning on going anywhere."

She finally managed to stop talking, feeling a little out of breath from her confession, and waited with a fluttering heart for him to respond, wringing her fingers anxiously as she did.

Natsu's eyes were narrowed as he looked at her, contemplating her words.

The heat around them seemed to double in a span of seconds as they looked at each other, the intensity of it making Lucy almost sweat under her layers.

It was in moments like these, that she was reminded that when he wanted to, her partner could be very intense.

It was easy to forget when his usual behavior was so carefree.

Natsu usually walked around like he owned the world, and was certain that everything would always work out for him.

And to his credit, from what she's witnessed so far, it does.

Either way, being on the receiving end of his gaze when he was like this was nerve-wracking in its own way.

There was no fear on her side, (like he could ever hurt her) but it did something, Lucy just wasn't ready to dig into it.

Not yet anyway, there was still so much she didn't know and now was not the time.

"I have this gut feeling that something terrible is coming. I don't know how to describe it, it's like an instinct, and those have never failed me before." He finally responded, a frown on his face as told her what's been worrying him.

"I can't tell you why, who, or even when. There's just a sense of terror looming over me that I can't seem to shake off."

Natsu's words made her heart sink and Lucy's gaze shifted to look at the cracked pavement, avoiding eye contact again. His tone was grave, and he looked visibly shaken by whatever this feeling was.

Lucy didn't know what to think at his revelation, a part of her wanted to dismiss Natsu's gut feeling, to just say it was unnecessary paranoia on his part from everything that's happened.

But the logical part knew that was probably not true.

His gut has yet to fail them.

"And I know you're not going anywhere, Fairy Tail is your home!" It was his tone that made her look back up, and what she saw was him smiling down at her.

Like a switch flipped, all his previous worries and fears were gone, replaced by one of his crooked smiles.

It was a little lopsided on the left side, but it made him look soft in a way.

Lucy smiled at him, feeling a familiar warmth envelop her down to her bones as they just smiled at each other for a moment.

"I'm sorry." He muttered quietly, breaking the comfortable silence that seemed to have overtaken them, making Lucy's smiling expression shift into a confused one.

"For being, Vigilant, or whatever." He explained as he looked around the street.

"It's easier to manage when you're around, and I like knowing that you're safe." This came out slightly muffled, as he spoke through his scarf, and Lucy felt like she was going to melt at how cute he looked.

She knew without a doubt that her cheeks were flaming red from his words and prayed she could play it off as being from the cold.

"It's okay, I'm glad I can help." Lucy stumbled through her words, cursing herself for being easily affected by his soft smiles.

A part of her felt bad for feeling annoyed by his overprotectiveness when he was going through these feelings alone.

Though he was a tad overbearing at times.

But knowing the reason behind it made her feel terrible. Maybe if she'd asked earlier she could have helped him in some way, or at least know that she was helping him.

Clearing her throat she tried again. "Thank you for telling me about your worries. I'm glad that you can find some comfort." Lucy said moving her hand to squeeze his shoulder. "I know that if and when someone decides to make a move, we will be ready. All of us."

She moved her hand down to clasp their hands and give him a comforting squeeze.

The casual intimacy that they're able to share still astounds her.

It just felt so normal.

"Honestly, I'd like to see someone try. I feel sorry for the poor bastards that come after Fairy Tail, they're in for a hell of a beating!" She said in a half-teasing tone, wanting to lighten the mood.

That got a smile out of the pink-haired man, and with a nod to her words, he pulled her down the street, resuming their search for a Magic Shop.

"You're right, anyone who dares to try is in for a world of hurt." His words came out teasing, but Lucy could hear the serious undertones and suppressed a shiver.

She knew a portion of what he was capable of, and it wasn't going to be pretty for anyone who dared threaten his friends.

"Come on, I think I can smell something over there." That was said with more genuine excitement, the tension of their conversation evaporating just as quickly as it came as Natsu started walking faster down one of the streets, with Lucy scurrying to keep up.

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Natsu watched fondly as Lucy roamed through the store, following behind her as she hummed her way down the isles, looking through all the magical baubles with pure excitement.

It was the only Magic Shop in the Village, but it was decently sized and had a good collection of items in his opinion.

Though he had no interest in buying anything today.

He usually only went to stores like this when he needed new clothes, or to replace something he'd broken, or burned.

No, Natsu was here solely because of Lucy.

She wanted to search every shop for a key, and he was damned if he wasn't going to help her.

He looked back to where he could see her rummaging through the rack of scrolls and smiled to himself at how cute she looked.

Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as she meticulously read every title, and he found it incredibly endearing.

She was a weird girl.

Natsu knew that from the start, hence the nickname, but there was something in the way she appeared in his life out of seemingly nowhere, and managed to adapt and settle into it like it was nothing that just fascinated him in a way.

It seems like everything she does fascinates him.

And since the moment they met, it's like her very presence seems to have a calming effect on him.

Her determination to learn about herself and her magic inspired him, her will to live was extremely impressive, first with the Lethifold and then everything that happened with Phantom Lord, and her father.

He simply found her remarkable.

To find out your whole life was a lie, and adapt to your surroundings like you were always a part of them. It was incredible, to say the least.

Her power was also something that, at times, felt even older than his, and that was saying something. The depths of her potential were incredible, and that was in part what scared him.

A lot of people desire power and will stop at nothing to get it.

What he failed to mention earlier was that all of his instincts were screaming at him Lucy was going to be the one in danger, and by default that does mean Fairy Tail as a whole.

They always protect their own.

But someone out there was coming for his partner, and Nastu was not having it.

"Natsu! Come, look at this!" Lucy's voice sounded excited as she called out and he made his way to where she was standing still by the collection of scrolls.

'Maybe she found something about her magic or family.' He thought as he approached her smiling form.

"Look, this text here tells some kind of story about Dragons, I thought you might be interested. It's in a different language, but there could be something in here that could help with your search!" She beamed at him, and Natsu felt his heart clench at her thoughtfulness.

It's been a long time since anyone has taken him seriously regarding his father's disappearance.

Even in a world with magic, talking cats, and creatures of all kinds lurking in the dark, people still laughed and scoffed at any mention of a Dragon.

They supposedly haven't been seen in over 400 years.

And as much as he loved them, Natsu knew all his guild mates felt sorry for him, whether they believed his story or not.

Everyone has their shit, and at the end of the day, they are a family.

But after being laughed at in his childhood, and then being pitied for believing Igneel was out there after all these years...It was nice to have someone who genuinely wanted to help.

Someone who, dare he say, believes he has a chance of finding his father.

"That's a good find, there isn't much on Dragons out there these days." Natsu said with a smile as he took the parchment from her.

He inspected the paper and unraveled the scroll to see if he would recognize anything.

It seemed to be written in old Draconian, it was the language Igneel taught him, alongside English.

One of the rare times Natsu paid attention when learning was involved. Knowing an ancient dragon language just sounded so cool to an 8-year-old Natsu.

In the end, he learned it better than English and Erza had to enlist Levy's help with teaching him when he first showed up at the guild.

A shiver ran down his spine as he remembered Erza's lessons.

Never. Again.

"I think, I'll take it, maybe it ends up being helpful, and if not, then I have one more thing to remind me of Igneel." He told her with a smile as he shook off his thoughts of the past and tucked the scroll gently under his arm.

It's been a while since he's found something to read in Draconian.

It should be fun.

"Anything else catch your eye?" Natsu asked, curious to see what else she's found.

"Oh, I found this neat bag, that has like endless storage! It's so cool, there's also some jewelry that's cute, but I don't need it." Lucy answered him with a shrug, before going to show the bag she found.

It looked simple enough, a dark blue material held together by a strap with some star, and moon charms on it.

Natsu didn't follow woman's fashion, so he couldn't tell you if the bag was ugly or not, but Lucy seemed to like it.

Whether that's because it was magic, or cute was beyond him.

"That's awesome, you can store endless snacks in there for me, and fish for Happy!" He told her, his mouth watering at the prospect of endless food storage.

Lucy went to shove his shoulder, failing to suppress a smile at his bottomless stomach. "I am not storing raw or cooked fish in my new bag." She told him slowly and sternly, making Natsu pout at her.

There was a sigh from the blonde as she watched him pout. "If you're nice, I might store some snacks, but meat is out of the question!"

She gave in to him, but not without putting up a fight, as she pointed a finger in his direction. Making Natsu fight the urge to laugh at how cute she looked when she was rilled up.

"Okay, no meats." He said with raised hands in surrender. "That is a really cool bag though. Any keys?"

He decided to ask, curious to see if she'd had any luck as he'd begun wondering just how rare the Gate Keys were.

Lucy seems to be finding them everywhere she goes.

"No luck with that, though I was going to ask the shopkeeper on our way out." She told him as they continued roaming the store, albeit aimlessly this time.

"Well, what are we waiting for then? Let's go and ask the man." Natsu said as he took her hand in his and pulled her through the isles to the register.

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The Magic Shop didn't end up having any gate keys, but Lucy wasn't disappointed.

They have a big enough mystery with Leo's key and the fake job that lured them here, besides, she was sure there were more of them out there, waiting for her.

And when they are done with all of this, she is making Natsu take her to every Magic shop in the country.

It was nearing half past Eleven in the evening when they found themselves breaking back into the museum.

She and Natsu had staked the Museum as it closed, wanting to see what kind of security they had. It appeared that, apart from locking the doors, they didn't take any other precautions.

One of the windows in the back of the building was fortunately left unlocked, and it was surprisingly easy to get into.

Lucy thinks that in a small community like this, breaking and entering on public property must not be an issue.

"This is boring, I thought we were gonna dance through some lasers or something." Natsu half whined as they walked through the museum, looking for the display with Leo's key.

"Oh, you've watched too many action movies, they won't have that kind of security here." Lucy suppressed a laugh at his ridiculousness. "Though I am surprised by the lack of security." She mused her thoughts to him as they turned the corner into the room they were looking for.

The room where they found Leo's key on display that morning.

"It somehow feels stronger." Lucy said as she stopped at the entrance, feeling the intense magic energy of the key all the way from across the room.

Turning back, she looked at Natsu for support. His instincts were always accurate.

The pinkette gave her an encouraging nod, a flashed her a small smile. It gave her the necessary strength and with that, she stepped forward, with Natsu following one step behind until they were back in front of the glass.

"What do you think it means? That the energy is stronger now." Lucy asked after a few moments of them just staring at the display.

She could feel the buzz of magic envelop her more and more, the closer she got to the key.

It was a similar feeling to when she summoned her spirits, only somehow melancholy.

"I don't know, maybe it felt your magic this morning, and now it's reacting even stronger." Natsu theorized, and she felt him shrug one shoulder from behind her.

"I don't think there's an alarm on this, maybe I can just take it out of the glass." Lucy mumbled as she inspected the display for any hidden triggers for an alarm.

"Do you have the substitute?" She asked him and turned around so they were facing each other.

Natsu searched through his pockets before finally finding the key they had purchased earlier today.

It was a simple golden key.

They decided to break it in half and with Mira's help they managed to enchant it to look like Leo's key. This way, no one will notice it's gone, and a potential magical item is no longer on display for anyone to stumble onto.

"Here ya go, hurry up and make the switch so we can leave. This place gives me the creeps when it's dark like this." He told her as he handed the key.

"Okay, give me a minute, the last thing we want is to damage something." Lucy shot back as she turned to the glass display with a sigh.

Setting the fake key in her pocket, she carefully lifted the glass and handed it to Natsu, before taking Leo's key and replacing it with the fake.

She felt the zap of magic as her hand and the key touched.

The metal glowed and flared hot for a moment, stinging Lucy's palm slightly before simmering down. The glow was pulsing in and out this time and the key started tugging in her hand.

"What's happening?" Natsu asked from behind her as he noticed the glowing from her palm after placing the glass back into place.

"The key, it feels like it's pulling me somewhere." Lucy replied as she kept staring at her hand where the key was still omitting a faint pulsing glow as it continued to tug in her hold.

"Okay, let's go see where it'll lead us?" Natsu half proclaimed, half asked, making Lucy smile slightly to herself. He was letting her take the lead, it was nice.

"Yes, let's go see where it wants to go."

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