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thyln4gf · 19 days

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Friends

✞ You and Carlos have been best friends since forever. But is platonic love really everything that you feel for each other?

✞ Word count - 2,5k

✞ I have synesthesia! Heres 5 songs that I associate with this fic - "genie in a bottle" - Christina Aguilera, "friends" - Chase Atlantic, "a rash decision" - Ice Nine Kills, "sonne" - Rammstein, "dont be so shy" - Imany.

✞ Warnings - smut, unprotected sex (wrap the beast before the feast, folks), the influence of alcohol. I also wrote the most of it at like 4am, so pardon the quality of it, thank yewww x

✞ Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

As soon as you step into the house, a soft groan of relief leaves your throat. Your heels immediately get kicked off of your feet, and you dont even bother to fiddle with the straps too much. You had a long, long evening - formal settings werent exactly your natural habitat, but being there with Carlos made them much more bearable. You are his best friend, and he is a famous figure, meaning that he invites you to all sorts of events all the damn time. Speaking of which - he was watching you with amusement, completely aware of the fact that you werent exactly in a huge amount of comfort at the moment.

"And whos not making any sense now? I told you not to wear those." Carlos slips the comment your way, making you roll your eyes only hearing the three magic words. He didnt tell you everything, though - yes, he knew how uncomfortable your heels were. And yes, he also knew that walking in them sucked. But he kept something to himself - the fact that only the thought of those heels excited him, as he had always liked to imagine taking them off for you. He could vividly imagine kneeling right in front of you, taking his sweet time, kissing your skin everywhere that he could reach. He liked the idea of it a little too much, to the point he found himself disappointed when the sight of you kicking them off greeted him.

"I had no choice, and you know it. I had nothing else to go with this dress!" You complain, vaguely gesturing at the dress you were wearing - the tired whine in your voice was obvious. Carlos' eyes slide up and down your body as you did so - he had a chance, and he took it. God, he loved this dress - the red, short-ish dress with a slit on the side - the tattoo on your thigh peeked through each and every time that you moved. He got a sudden urge to bite your thigh right there and then, but he knew that hed be overstepping the boundaries.

All he does is let out an amused, half-chuckle type of laugh. He loved listening to your rants. And boy, could you do that just fine - your mouth never closed. And he loved it.

He started slipping his own shoes off, all while watching you walk into your kitchen - your movements were so smooth, to the point that he swore that you were floating sometimes. He doesnt want to have you out of his sight for too long, so he takes his shoes off just a little faster than he normally would, and following your idea of entering the kitchen. There he found you by one of the counters, pouring yourself a glass of wine. He lets a small smile appear on his lips - he just couldnt help himself around you.

"Tired, amor?" His voice floats through the air, smooth as butter on toast, and just as warm. He always used that specific petname for you, and only you. And youd be a liar if you said that it didnt make you feel some type of way - the tone he used never failed to turn you on just a little, despite you two being... friends? You werent too sure at this point. You just shrug at him as a response, still trying to grab a set of words that were coherent enough. You swirl the beverage in your glass around, eyebrows rising up for barely a second before taking a sip.

Yet another thing that he enjoyed about you - watching all those small habits of yours, which you probably dont even notice. He liked observing you, just looking at you. And he didnt even try to hide it - he'd just wink at you each and every time that you caught him doing so, with no shame.

He wasnt exactly shy, but when it came to you... he felt like he was a teenager all over again. You made his head spin, and it was a much more enjoyable high than alcohol could ever provide. Only the thought of you made his chest tighten, the air threatening to escape his lungs. He shouldnt be so nervous around you, he thought. He could get anyone all giggly in the matter of seconds. Proof? Charles. But you were a special case... thats for sure. The roles were reversed - you were the one that had him thinking about you all day and night, wishing to get out of the friendzone that everyone hated oh so much. He might have had a wank or two with you lingering on his mind - the way you smelled, the way your eyes looked at him. If the dictionary ever needed a picture to describe being down-bad, they should just stick one of Carlos in there.

After a minute of him staring at you with your drink, you look his way. It felt like a routine at this point - you look away from him even for a fraction of a second, and you know that youre going to see his goofy smirk staring right back at you. But this time... this time, something was off. You couldnt tell if it was the alcohol, or something else (you had a pretty awesome night, despite the event being a formal dinner, but thats a standard at this point) - he was looking at you with an almost... hungry look in his eyes. He looked like he was about to drill a hole through your soul, and was particularly enjoying himself, shooting the usual wink your way, before walking up to lean against the counter, right by your side. His thigh brushes against yours, the material of the suit against your skin almost making you shiver.

"You know what would make tonight even better?" He speaks up, his eyes never leaving yours. Hes acting all smooth and smug right now, but you could see him swallowing his own saliva, and his cheeks turning just a tad bit more red.

"Spill it, big boy. Im listening." You reply, your voice sounding just as seductive as his, almost making his brain short circuit - and you can see it from the way his grin makes its way back onto his lips. He had always found your teases adorable, honestly. Hats off for that.

"Well..." Carlos hesitated for a second, which wasnt like him at all - he was nervous, and it was an adorable sight to witness. "We could have the evening to ourselves and..." his eyes moved to your lips for a split second, letting his gaze linger on them for way longer than what he had considered the "safe limit". He only managed to speak again in a second, seemingly collecting himself a little better now. It didnt mean that his cheeks werent heating up in embarrassment, though. "Well, you know."

A chuckle slips from your throat upon hearing his offer. He was beating around the bush slightly, but not like you minded. You had always liked this goofball of a man, and his methods of getting his way. You never let them sink in deep, confused on his true intentions behind his actions. But something about this evening... the alcohol has hit your brain already, and awhile ago, and all you could think about was your friends lips all over you.

You down the rest of your drink, and put the glass down on the counter, a little to the right of you. You turn your head to Carlos, once again. He couldnt be more predictable - youre greeted with a sight of him staring at the hand handling the glass, then your waist. Eventually, up to your eyes. You stare back at him. You raise your finger to trace it along his jawline, his chin, the bottom half of his cheeks. He gulps, getting much more nervous than he was before.

"Youre adorable, did you know that?" You whisper right in front of his face, your warm breath hitting his lips. He doesnt even get to respond, before he feels your lips on his. His brain doesnt even register what was happening at first, but his body reacts way before his brain - his left hand immediately went to your hip, pulling you to his body. The other one is now gripping the counter, and he finds himself hoping that his knees wont give out. He could smell the cherry and cinnamon wine on you the moment you got closer, and he doesnt waste any time - he pushes his tongue out of his mouth, hungry and desperate to taste more. He groans, and your hand slides to his neck in response, gripping it ever so slightly, pulling him closer. He takes it as permission to shove his tongue even deeper, earning a little chuckle out of you.

Quickly enough, his other hand goes down to your hips as well, now caressing them with great intensity. The material of your dress slides up ever so slightly, and he just cant wait much longer - he lifts you without even trying, and places you on the counter. His movements are harsh and desperate, and he doesnt notice the glass. He knocks it over, and it shatters to pieces, right on the floor.

"Carlos..." you groan against his mouth, trying to pull away a little, so you could actually look at what just happened. You earn a sigh out of him for that - out of all the scenarios he had imagined of your first time together... all the circumstances of you moaning his name for the first time were not that. He clicks his tongue, and grabs your chin, turning your face to his, slamming his lips back on yours. It was almost like him saying that he really couldnt be giving less shits. He wanted you, and he was forced to wait for way too fucking long.

His other hand travels down to your thigh, now kneading it like his life depended on it. A moan slips from you, right into his mouth. The grip that you still have on his throat only tightens, causing his movements to become even more aggressive.

He tries to slide your dress up to your waist, but the fabric being trapped between the countertop and your body didnt let him. He lets out a slow groan of frustration. Desperate times call for desperate solutions, no? He leans you against his body, leaning back a little himself. That lets him pull the skirt up. He has barely even brushed his fingertips against your skin, but it was just enough to make your certain area feel a little tingly already.

He wants to take off your underwear as well, while you two are at it. He finds that his back cant take much more of being in this position, but he still hesitates about doing that, his fingers tugging the lacy material ever so slightly. You notice it, and grab one of his wrists to guide him to take those off, almost desperately. You can hear him sucking in a breath, but not resisting anything at all.

Once theyre off, he sits you back down to your previous position. His lips pull away from yours first, something that he never thought that he would be doing. He keeps staring into your eyes, his hands reaching to take his own pants off. This man had his tongue down your throat just seconds ago, and even that didnt make your face heat up more than this.

His pants are off in the matter of seconds. For a second there, he was close to fucking you just like this, through the hole his underpants had in the front. He ended up taking the underwear off as well, and it flied off even faster than the pants did, his boner getting freed as well.

He cant resist looking down to your pussy, already so wet and ready for him. So needy. You had always put up a tough demeanour, which you were trying to maintain even now. Adorable, he thought. He looks back up to your eyes while getting closer to you again, his palms landing on your thighs, spreading your legs just slightly. He was desperate, almost shaking with desire. But he still wanted to get your consent. God, you love men doing the bare minimum so much. All you can manage is a brief nod, and its all it takes him - he almost explodes on you. His lips immediately attack your neck, pressing multiple kisses everywhere that he could reach. He was never a man who liked to waste much time, and it shows - he gave his cock a few pumps before entering you right away, yet still taking his sweet time to let you adjust to him. He earns a gasp out of you, as you throw your head back. He cant help himself, and the kisses on your neck turn into gentle bites. You moan a little louder - feeling him on you, and in you was almost overwhelming, and you could already feel the knot in your lower stomach forming. Though, you werent sure if it was that, or his length hitting you deep. Or both.

He was even closer than you were. The precum has leaked long before he even took his pants off. Honestly... Being near you was almost like keeping an infinite edging streak - sexually frustrating torture. He thrusts into you for a few more minutes, and he already knows that hes about to cum. He groans in frustration (but only because you havent reached your high yet - he was disappointed with himself. But its not his fault that you were so... hot) and is about to pull out, but your legs suddenly wrap around his waist, pulling him closer right before he can do that. A loud moan slips from his throat, the warm liquid already filling you up so good. And you find himself shutting him up with a kiss - the sloppiest youve ever had at this point.

His movements stop, his mind hazy from all the pleasure he's receiving. All he can focus on is you, and only you. You were content with leaving things like this, you were honestly about to cum anyway. Just another minute of him staying inside of you... But Carlos seemed to have gotten a different idea. Suddenly, he's in a kneeling position right in front of you, looking up with his pretty eyes. His eyelashes are longer than mine... what the fuck?

However, your train of thought quickly melts away when his tongue makes contact with your clit. He wanted to go slow just to tease you, but all the pretty sounds you were making teased him instead, and he found himself speeding up just a little, making sure to apply some more pressure as well. And, soon enough, youre riding your own high against his face. Both of your breaths are heavy, and both of you could be found smiling.

You both forgot about the load in you, however. You were still bathing in the dopamine after-high, the satisfaction making both of your heads spin. He looked up at you, again. And right at this moment, marrying your best friend seemed possible - something you never believed in.

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crazystargirl · 11 months

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hi! can I request that u write something that has to due with fem!reader who works at the local movie theater and ethan met her when going to see a movie bc shes a cashier or something and he becomes obsessed with her and starts to show up all the time to watch her and learns her schedule by heart? the she begins to notice but thinks it's really cute and when she finally mentions it, they exchange numbers and go out and stuff?

lots of love, lexie <3

lil movie stalker ♥︎

pairing ♥︎ - ethan landry x reader, ethan landry x fem!reader

word count ♥︎ - 0.9k!

a/n ♥︎ - HELP THE ENDING SOUNDS SO SHITTY AND CHEESY, AND THE TITLE I COULDNT FIGURE OUT ANYTHING GOOD FOR BUT ANYWAYSSSSS, lexie i am so sorry it took so long to write this, i started writing this but ended up stopping due to writers block but here it is! Also kae i promise im working on yours now!!

Ethan had first spotted you when the friend group had dragged him to go see a movie that they had all been wanting to see in theaters. He thought seeing a movie in theaters was kind of dumb since why pay extra and buy snacks and drinks when you can just wait for it to come out and watch it at home or get it illegally.

It wasn't as bad as having to go to one of those frat parties Chad dragged him to but it was a movie he didn't want to go watch. At least seeing you made it bearable.

You were gorgeous to say the least. Ethan is pretty sure he's seen you somewhere other than here before.

"Hey isn't that the girl from our english class?" Chad asked Tara, with a nudge to the shoulder.

"Yeah I think she is!" Tara replied.

"Isn't she also dating that idiot jock who wanted to fight you Chad?" Mindy asked, leaning over to join into the conversation.

Ethan frowned at hearing this until Tara said something else.

"No that's a rumor I think, the jock, Steve I think, is dating that idiotic airhead."

"Oh yeah! Y/n, i think that's her name is single or something."

Sam gasps dramatically and looked back at Chad, "You better not be planning to take her out because if you break Tara's heart, I will go Billy Loomis on you."

Everyone laughed and Chad put on a shocked face as they walked up to the ticket booth to get the tickets. Sam bought the tickets and Tara, Mindy, and Ethan went to the concession stand to buy popcorn and drinks.

"Hey y/n! I didn't know you worked here!" Tara said with a bright smile

You looked at her and grinned, "Yeah! I work here part time afterschool and on the weekends cause I'm trying to be more independent"

"Ohhh makes sense, maybe I should get a part time job too, to help Sam out."

"Please don't, then Sam will feel like she's not needed," Quinn said, coming up behind Tara with Sam and Chad.

"Hi Sam, Quinn, Chad, and boy I do not know" you said looking at Ethan, not noticing him before.

Chad came up next to Ethan and put an arm around him, "This is my best man, Ethan Landry, I don't think you guys have any classes together right?"

"I don't think we do but it's nice to meet you anyway." Ethan said with a smile.

"Yeah, nice to meet you too! Alright guys you better order now since there's a line waiting behind yall"

The group ordered and you gave them their food and drinks and waved goodbye to them. Little did you know that this wasn't going to be the last time you saw Ethan, especially not with the way he looked at you while leaving.

After that day, you hadn't seen him but he definitely saw you. He came everyday after school to watch you.

Ok that sounds a bit fucked up but hey there's no harm in just watching someone…and maybe even learning their work schedule.

After a week or two of watching you, Ethan becomes somewhat enamored. Unfortunately for him, this did not go unnoticed by you.

The first time you actually noticed is when one of your coworkers nudged you and told you something that you didn't quite like…

"Y/n, y'know the guy who always comes after school?"

"What guy?" you asked puzzled

She pointed to Ethan who quickly looked away and looked at his phone.

"Oh yeah i know him, he's friends with some people i know"

"Well i think he's pretty cute and has been coming here almost everyday. I think he might like me"

You frown at the thought, you may or may not have developed feelings for the guy and were praying your coworker wasn't going to ask him out

"Im gonna ask him out"

There goes that

You watch as she goes up to Ethan but start giggling once you see that Ethan shakes his head and looks back at his phone

"Damn he didn't like you huh?" you say as she returns huffing

"Yeah like what the fuck, he literally said he liked someone else"

You laugh and continue working, you want to ask him out or something but you're unsure on how to.

After a few days you decide to go up to him and just ask him why he's always at the theater

You come up to him with a drink

"Hey ethan!"

He looks up and smiles at you

"Hey y/n, what do i owe the pleasure?"

"Well I've noticed you're always around so i decided to just bring you a drink"

"Oh thanks! You uh noticed?"

"Well not immediately but one of my coworkers pointed it out to me, she's the one who asked you out"

"Oh yeah i remember her, i actually don't like her, i come here…well dont take this the wrong way but to watch you" ethan says looking down embarrassed.

"Aww that's actually really cute, do you wanna maybe go see a movie this weekend?"

"Yeah! That would be great, could i get your number?"

You hand him your phone and he gives it back shortly after

"Alright I'll see you then eth!"

"Yeah cya" he says with a grin

You're probably smiling like an idiot right now but you're too happy to give a shit. You just scored a date with the guy you liked, why wouldn't you be happy?

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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It’s only been a day and I’m already missing ToE. This is gonna be bad whenever it’s over.

I really think you’re going to regret saying that. Here’s the Masterlist for those playing along at home.

Warnings: domestic abuse, an absurd amount of violence against women and children. Manipulation tactics. Threatening behaviour. ANGST ANGST ANGST!!! Whump ahead.

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It was like nothing you'd ever experienced. Time seemed to be moving at the speed of light yet frozen all at once. You could see the Admirals lips moving but there was no audio coming out as he spoke. All you could hear was the annoying buzzing sound ringing in your ears all the while Jake and Bradley spewed your darkest secrets to your bosses. Praying that they’d intervene.

“He’s been abusing her since before her daughter was born, her third birthday is in four days which means she's been putting up with the asshole for three years too long, sir.” Jake groaned as he sat beside you, frustrated in himself more than anything else because he’d been too late.

“When he first transferred here he hit the two of us, and Odette, while we were driving back from a dinner at Penny Benjamin's house.” Bradley added while Admiral Simpson eyes off the bruising starting to really show on your neck from where you'd been choked out. “It's public record, insurance claims will back up the time, date, it's all there.”

“I brought the post it note Fe wrote on when she handed me the spare helmet.” Bob interjected as he stood behind you, his hands on the back of the chair you sat on. “She told me he had a knife–” It wasn't the conversation Admiral Simposon thought he’d be having this morning, but as he took notice of the way you seemingly sunk into yourself, didn’t speak back when spoken to, showed no expression on your face whatsoever as your eyes remained glassed over? He knew there was more going on here. He just had to figure out how to navigate the incredibly rocky and incredibly fragile terrain.

“Lieutenants, I can't take action without any evidence to suggest there's abuse going on here.” Admiral Simpson sighed as he leaned back in his chair. “It's entirely he said she said at this point in time.”

“Evidence? Are you kidding me?” Bradley groaned. “Shes got a fucking knife mark slit across her throat and you want more evidence!” Bradley Bradshaw was fighting for your life at this point. He knew that you were scared, that Jaidyn had a hold on you currently that would be hard to break. You wouldn't have let him so close to you if he hadnt said something incomprehensible. Something that put the fear of God into you.

“Fuck off you need more evidence, Sir, just fucking take a look at her! She's basically shell shocked!” Jake added, his voice slightly raised as he grew increasingly more frustrated at every passing second he sat in this stupid office pleading for Admiral Simpson to intervene now that Jaidyn had crossed the line and brought his own stupidity onto base.

“I'm sure I don't need to remind you both that that kind of language and disrespect will not be tolerated here.” Cyclone spoke sternly as Braldey sighed, shaking his head in defeat because this couldnt get any fucking worse. He must have spoken far too quickly as a knock rang out from the door. “I've asked Lieutenant Dolan to join us to discuss the accusations.” It was the first time Beau saw you move. He noted the way you flinched when he said Jaidyns name, how you flinched at the sound of the door opening and closing shortly after, how you sank a little lower in your chair with every footstep that inched closer and closer to you. “Considering I've got the three of you gentleman bombarding me with accusations I only thought it was fair that Lieutenant Dolan was here to listen and hopefully defend himself, because domestic abuse won't be tolerated on base or off it, to any of my staff, crew, or associates.”

“You asked to see me Sir?” Jaidyn was good at masking who he really was, he was also good at pretending to be clueless, a master at weaponizing incompetence. It's what he’d done to keep the fact he’d been using you as his personal punching bag from Jake for so long. He’d run off to the bathroom the second he’d come to after Bob had smacked him down, knowing if he was going to keep his game going he couldn’t be caught by Jake or Bob. He was ready to play fucking ball now.

“Floyd–” Jaidyn smirked as he eyed off the weapons system officer who stood behind you. “The hell did you hit me with? I think you broke my damn nose.”

“Be thankful I'm not my brother.” Was all Bob mumbled back as Jaidyn made his way to the corner of the room, standing with his hips squared and his arms crossed over his chest. Watching over you as you sat with your back turned to him. He was always watching, always lurking.

“There's been some accusations brought to my attention that you might have assaulted our engineer here.” Admiral Simpson tried to put it as respectfully as he could. “I'm just searching for some clarification here as to what may or may not have happened.”

“The only assault that's happened on base Sir, was that Lieutenant Floyd here smacked me in the face with a set of rubber chocks when I asked Fe here to tie my shoe.” Jake could not believe what he was hearing as he turned his head to send Jaidyn a glare that sent shivers down Bradley's spine. He had never seen the look in Jake's eye before. One that read he was out for blood. “I had my hands full with something she'd asked me to fix and I didnt wanna trip, break my neck, and die in her workshop.”

“You're so full of shit and you know it.” Jake spat, turning in his chair to face where Jaidyn sat, as far a way as he possibly could. “Who the fuck treats a woman like this huh? The mother of your fucking child mind you!?”

“You mean the child that I'm almost certain is yours?” Rooster raised an eyebrow at Jake at the accusation Jaidyn had thrown Jake's way. Tabling that conversation for a later date. God you couldn't have sunk any lower into your chair if you tried. Bob saw how tense you were becoming, opting to rest a gentle hand on your shoulder as he worked to block you from Jaidyns view as Bradley and Jake herald abuse. “I should get a damn DNA test–”

“You should jump off a building—“

“Lieutenant Bradshaw that’s enough!” Admiral Simpson snapped. “This conversation feels like something you should be discussing with a therapist!” All Braldey did was crane his neck back to Admiral Simpson.

“My pleasantries don’t extend to those who use women as punching bags sir, you have an issue with that right me up.”

“Yeah you can go ahead and add me to that list too, this fucking guy, Admirial.” Jake paused, he wanted to look Jaidyn in the eye as he spoke his truth. “Should be in prison for the things he’s done.”

“You ain't gotta ask anyone but dear old Felix here.” Jaidyn pressed his lips together into a smile because he knew if you were smart and if you loved your daughter then you'd keep your mouth shut, have his back and say he hadnt done what he did. You knew him well enough to know by now that he wasn't bluffing. If Jaidyn said he’d kill Bradley then kill Bradly he would. If he said he’d take Odette then he would follow through. “I didn't lay a finger on her.”

“Well–” The room went silent as the ringing in your ear dimmed just enough so that you could hear what Admiral Simpson was asking you as he leaned forward on his desk, pressing his elbows into the paperwork that scattered across his desk. “Point blank, did Lieutenant Dolan assault you to any extent this morning Felix?” You felt like you couldn't breathe. “And before you answer, just know this will be dealt with accordinging and I will make sure whatever happened this morning is unearthed to the best of my ability.”

This had to be some poorly written fanfiction at this point. Surely there was no way this was happening, your life hadnt come to this tipping point. You felt trapped with no one to turn to and nowhere to run. But with the ever looming presence of Jaidyn Dolan sitting in the corner of the room burning a glare so intimidating onto the back of your skull and the love of your life sitting beside you with your best friend on the other, how the fuck do you answer that questions honestly without someone getting hurt.

The only person you were okay with getting hurt in this situation was you.

“No.” Bradley swore he gave himself whiplash as he turned at your response. “No, Sir, it's all been a really big misunderstanding and I hope you don't mind but I've got a backlog of work I need to get done today and sitting here discussing empty accusations is just wasting my time.” Admiral Simpson knew then and there that you were blatantly lying to him, but he could tell by the way you sucked your cheeks in and bit down on the flesh inside that you were holding yourself together by a thin thread. Until he could find out more, there was nothing that he could do.

“You’re excused.” He regrettably authorized and you weren't going to stay in his office a second longer than you had to be. You just needed to get back to work, get through this day and get home to your daughter. Nothing else mattered except for her.

“Thankyou–” You nodded softly before rising to your feet, pushing your chair out slightly until bradleys hand was wrapped around your wrist.

“Y/n—“ Bradley cooed, trying to read you but there was nothing there, no expression, no warmth.

“Respectfully Lieutenant, please let me get back to work.” Bradley didn't want to let you go, he knew that Jaidyns presence had scared you into lying, he knew what you were doing and he wasn't having a bar of it. He didn't need protection. “Let go of me Rooster—“

“I'm not gonna let him scare you into being silent Y/n, he's dangerous and you know it.”

“Seems the only person Felix here seems to be scared of is you Bradshaw.” Jaidyn chuckled as you finally turned your head to face him. Physically feeling sick to your stomach when he waved at you like a child on the playground at recess. “You might wanna look into that Admiral, it seems as though you might be barking up the wrong tree.”

“I swear if you don’t stop running your mouth man I’m gonna break your jaw.” Bradley snapped, letting go of your wrist as he stood from the chair he’d been perched in since he carried you from the tarmac into the Admiral’s office.

“Zeus, you’re excused to—“ Cyclone sighed as he ran a hand over his face, he was quick to follow through by reaching into his top drawer for an pre-emotive Advil to ward off the headache he knew he was going to have by the end of this conversation. “Get out of my office—go.”

“Come on Felix, let’s go grab a coffee in the mess.” You nodded silently as Jaidyn came to wrap his arm around your shoulder. “I’m sure the Admiral here has far more pressing matters to attend to than false and embarrassing claims.”

“Sorry to have wasted your time sir.” You were screaming for Cyclone to step in and see the bigger picture here. Crying on the inside for him to see you were beyond terrified. You weren’t safe. “It won’t happen again.”

He knew—he could see it in your eyes as Jaidyn led you over towards the door, opening it for you before letting you take a few steps out into the hall before following you out. Shutting the door behind him with a little more force than anyone else would have used.

“You heard everything I didn’t say anything.” It was the first thing you said as you looked around the empty fall as Jaidyn wrapped his arm around your bicep harshly. “Ow! Stop! Jaidyn you’re hurting me—“

“I don't care–” It was the way Jaidyn snarled at you as he came to a halt and pulled you so close to him that your chest hit his torso. “It doesn't matter what you said or what you didn't say, the fact of the matter is the Admiral knows something’s up and sooner or later someone is gonna take the blame.” You didn't know you were crying until warm tears spilled down your cheeks.

“I did what you asked me to do, I didn't say anything.”

“You wanna fucking medal or something?”

“No, no I just want you to leave them alone, I don't care what you do to me but just leave my little girl alone, leave Bradley alone, leave Jake alone.” You were playing with your life, bartering like some type of martyr for the cause. “Jaidyn please, i'll do anything you want me to do, you can do anything you want to be just leave them all alone.”

You saw the cogs turning in Jaidyns mind as he kissed your cheek. Only pulling back to break your great into a million pieces.

“Break it off with Bradshaw.” Jaidyn snarled, spitting in your face before he leaned over to kiss your parted lips. You didn't kiss back but you didn't stop him, you wouldn't dare to stop him. “Break it off with Bradshaw and I won't go near him, you have my word.”

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“Permission to speak frankly, sir?” Jake held his fist up to his mouth. His elbow bent on the arm chair.

“Permission granted.” Cyclone knew he was going to regret those two words the minute they left his mouth.

“He’s a fucking piece of garbage—“ Jake was at a lose for words, but he’d always find the right one to describe Jaidyn Dolan. “You.” Jake pointed at Admiral Simpson, gritting his teeth so hard he was shocked he didn't chip them on one another. “You just let her lie straight to your face.”

“I understand that you’re concerned, and believe me Lieutenants I can see it written as clean as day on that girl's face that she’s in trouble—but I can’t take action until I have solid evidence to back your claims.”

“Fe has a camera in her workshop.” Bob spoke up, still frowning as he kept his eyes on the door you’d just walked out of with Jaidyn in toe. “He was in there for a while before I showed up, you should pull the footage.” All Admiral Simpson did in response was write it down on a notepad on his desk.

“'I'm going after her.” Bradley wasn’t about to let you just walk into Jaidyns arms like that, he wasn’t able to watch you sacrifice yourself to keep those around you safe. You were the one he needed to keep safe. “Standing here doing nothing is going to get her killed.”

“Rooster, we’re not finished here.” Cyclone tried to reason with the aviator who’d busted down his door all the while carrying a hysteric you. “If Felix is really in trouble I need—“

“I'm done listening.” Bradley huffed out as he stormed towards the Admirals door, ripping it off as he marched into the hall, catching Jaidyn with his hand around your bicep, holding you close in a far too threatening manner. “HEY!”

“Bradley don’t–” You tried to plead but it fell on deaf ears. “Rooster.”

“Get your fucking hands off her you fucking low life piece of shit.” Jaidyn thought this was all too entertaining. Putting his hands up in surrender as he pushed you back into the hall. Watching with a smirk so evil it made your heart drop as you smacked against the wall. Knowing that if anything, Rooster would go to your aid before anything else. “Y/n–”

“Gonna have to make it quick Bradshaw, Fe has a lot of work to catch up on after she got distracted getting me off this morning.” Your heart sank when Bradley’s eyes widened at the realisation that you'd been forced to do such a thing.

“This was a mistake.” You cried as Bradley helped you to your feet with loving hands. “I never should have let you anywhere near me.”

“What are you doing Fe, huh?” Bradley asked as he cupped your face between his gentle hands. His worry filled eyes scanned you for any sign of new injury he wasn't already blatantly aware of. “Whatever he’s said, whatever he's threatened you with we can stop, but you gotta come back and tell the truth.” It was the worst thing you'd ever done but nothing mattered more to you than Dot did. You'd jump off a cliff to keep her safe if you had to, no hesitation.

“I can't be with you anymore Rooster–” Bradley felt his world shattering around him as he heard your words mix with Jaidyns subtle laughter as he walked down the hall. Kicking his feet as he pocketed his balled up fists into the pockets of his flight suit. “I don't want to be with you anymore.”

“Tell me what he said to you.” Was all Braldey responded with as he wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, you brought your hands up to cover his with your own and in that moment you wished more than anything that someone would just put you out of your misery because this was worse than death. “Fe, baby you can't kick me out in the cold now.”

“Rooster–please don't make this harder on me than it needs to be, just go, I'm begging you, stay clear of me, stay as far away as you possibly can and don't ever stop running.” Bradley wasn't listening, all he did was wrap you in his arms as you cried uncontrollably into his chest. He held you so tight you felt like you could burst. Rooster nuzzled his mouth against your ear, carefully whispering under his breath so you and only you would hear what he had to say.

“Tell me Y/n, I'm gonna walk away but I need to know what he's up to before I do.” For a second you weren't going to respond, but this may have been your only chance to cry out for help. Relay just what was on the line to those who could help.

“He said he’d take Odette.” Bradleys heart sank into his stomach. “And I believe him, so please just go.” Your body language didn't match what you were saying as you grip around Roosters torso tightened. “I love you so much Bradley, but I can't let him touch my baby.”

“I'm gonna tell the Admiral what's going on, what he's making you do, and I'm coming right after you, you hear me baby?” You didn't want to let him go. “I'm coming for you.”

“Im so fucking scared.” You shuttered out as you finally let go, wiping the tears from your eyes as you collected yourself. Turning your head over your shoulders to see Jaidyn waiting at the end of the hall. “But we’re over, Rooster.” You had to make sure that although breaking up with Bradley was something you were doing against your will, it had to be genuine. You were far too afraid of Jaidyn finding out it was anything less than genuine. “We’re done, I can't have you anywhere near my shit heap of a life, so just–go.”

With his core temperature rising at the sudden realisation that this was real and that you were breaking it off with him, his heart shattered into shards in his chest. He knew he’d failed to do the one thing he promised you he would. That he’d protect you, but Jaidyn had a grasp on you so right it was impossible to breathe.

“I know you don't mean any of this.” Bradley stood deflated, he really felt like he was trapped between a rock and a hard place as he stared back at you, watching how your light faded in your eyes and you stood before him like a ghost. Battered and bruised and just doing your best. “I love you, Y/n, I really do, but what you’re doing right now is fucking cruel and you damn well know that.” You flinched at Rooster’s words and the way he hissed at you, gritting his teeth to keep his head from spinning.

“You have no idea what lengths I'd go to to protect my daughter!” You hissed through gritted teeth at the only man you'd ever truly loved, before rolling your shoulders back as you let out a sigh towards the ceiling, meeting Bradleys gaze just once more. Barely holding yourself together as you felt everything you’d worked so hard to achieve falling through your fingertips.

"Giving you up is easy compared to losing her.”

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“What kind of evidence do you need?” Jake asked, he was surprisingly a lot more level headed now that Jaidyn was out of the room.

“What would really help us if you can convince Felix to report Zeus’s behaviour to the local authorities, they’d have to chase it up and at least while they’re investigating her claims he’ll be grounded.” Admiral Simpson knew this conversation was going around in circles. That pre-emotive Advil had not been nearly enough.

“She’s terrified of the guy sir, there’s no way she’d do that.” Bob sighed, he’s taken Roosters empty seat after he’d left not a few minutes ago. “I’ve never seen her look so distressed before, she nearly didn’t ask for help, she was so scared.”

“She told you he wasn’t abusing her because he’s holding something over her, Beau—“ Jake felt like he needed to reach his Admiral on a personal level. “She’s my best friend, I’ve known her all my life and I’ve failed to help her get out of this mess before and I refuse to fail her again.”

“I need substantial evidence to open up an internal investigation, Jacob, my hands are tied.” Beau hated the position he found himself in, he knew that there was clearly some wrongdoing going on but to what extent he didn’t know. “Get me evidence, as immutable as gravity, and I’ll see to it he’s dismissed.” In the seconds of silence that followed, Jake felt his heart break, how the fuck was he meant to provide any more evidence.

“He’s threatening Dot.” Bradley burst through the door like he didn’t care if he broke it off its hinges. “He’s threatening her daughter, Admiral—that’s why she’s willing to do anything he wants her to because she knows he’s manic and psychotic enough to follow through with any threat he’s made.”

“What happened?” Bob asked as he stood, he could see the heartbreak smeared across Roosters face. “Bradley—?”

“She just broke it off.” He mumbled, shaking off that detail because to home he didn’t care if you were his or if you weren’t, all that he cared about was if you were safe and right now you were in the most danger you’d ever been. “But that’s not the point, the point is he’s threatening her daughter and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep her face.”

You and Bradley had done everything right. You’d notified your place of employment of a romantic relationship ensuing between the pair of you. You’d both signed the paperwork, informed your officials, and tried your best to keep your personal lives and your private lives separated. But there was no black and white definition anymore. It was all grey.

“You have to do something sir, it’s your job! You have a duty of care!” Jake stood at the realisation that his niece had been threatened. “She’s a two year old girl, for crying out loud!” Jake finally left the dam breaking as tears welled in his eyes, patting Bradley on the shoulder because he knew you loved his best friend so fiercely and so deeply that the only way you’d walk away was to protect him. “She’s still your girl Bradshaw.”

“What if it was your daughter? Sir.” Bob hit Admiral Simpson where it hurt and he knew it. He knew it was a low blow but he felt like he had to do more to convince him to take action. “You’d want someone to look out for her, we’re begging here.”

Beau Simpson sat stunned into silence as three of his Naval Aviators stood around his desk. All brooding, all with arms crossed and hips squared. All waiting for an answer that they weren’t leaving without. He was cornered, he felt the pressure weighing down on his shoulders and he knew at that moment that this wasn’t some goose chase, this was real—very real, and it was happening right under his nose.

“I’ll open an international investigation, but I still need immutable evidence.”

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“You know I’ll give you credit where credit is due darlin, you know how to do as you're told when you’re scared out of your mind.” Jaidyn snickered as he walked beside you down the hall, passing people left and right, all of which minded their own business.

“You’ll have to walk over my dead body before you get anywhere near my little girl.” You hissed back through gritted teeth, knowing that to some extent in a public forum you were safe. Noticing the way Jaidyn’s eye twitched at your protective nature for the child he didn’t want, didn’t love, hated knowing was on this earth. “Bradley’s a big boy, he can take care of himself and you? My fucking god Jaidyn don’t stand a chance if he gets his hands on you so you better pray that he doesn’t catch you, but more importantly you better pray that I dont decide to take my chances and turn you in for the piece of crap that you truly are.”

“You feeling brave all of a sudden Fe?” Jaidyn spoke to you out of the corner of his mouth as he smiled at passing colleagues. “Sounds like you are.”

“I know your time messing with me is running out, like sand falling through an hourglass.” Chuckling to yourself as you walked beside your ex, you were physically and emotionally exhausted. Drained. “I know how this ends.”

You weren’t going to tell Jaidyn that you knew that it ended with you six feet under because that would give him too much power. But you’d accept your fate, come to terms with the fact that Jaidyn Dolan would be the cause of your untimely demise. But he didn’t have to know that’s what you meant. He didn’t have to know you were giving up, that you were ready to shut the lights off.

“I know exactly where you end up in all of this and let me tell you something—“ You paused in your stride, chuckling to yourself as Jaidyn followed in your footsteps, stopping in his tracks to face you. “I hope you like confined spaces, because prison cells aren’t that spacious.”

“You wanna talk about confined spaces?” Jaidyn snapped, looking around the corridor that had basically become barron, waiting until any sign of human life was gone before he was ripping open the janitorial closet you’d stopped in front of. “I’ll fucking show you confined spaces sweetheart.”

“Jaidyn—!” You gasped as you felt yourself being shoved forward. “No!” Stumping into the closet as Jaidyn followed you in. Slamming the door behind him before locking it from the inside. “No, don't!”

“This confined enough for you?” Jaidyn taunted as he swung an awfully powerful right hook against your jaw. Sending you spinning around and down into the shelves of the janitor’s closet.

“I—I’m—“ You were trying to find the words to apologise, but instead of words? All you could taste was iron.

“You think you can just humiliate me like you did?” Jaidyn asked as he pulled you up by your hair before throwing you back into the shelves. Enjoying the way you whimpered and groaned in pain. “I brought my friends back that night, promised them a good time—and you weren’t fucking there!”

There’s a red blinking dot in the corner of the closet. It gives you the smallest amount of hope. You smile and laugh through blood stained teeth at the thought of Jaidyn coming undone at the seams by a flaw in his planning. He didn't check. He’d slipped up.

“You think that’s funny do you?”

“It’s fucking hilarious—“ That earnt you a knee to the stomach as you doubled over. You could take it, because with every second that red blinding light blinked back at you there was more hope to hold onto. “Stop—please.”

“This is what’s gonna happen alright.” You swore Jaidyn broke your jaw when he hit you again. Sending you into the shelves on last time as your eyes swelled and your nose bled. Pressing you up against the shelving unit as he reached for the rope that sat neatly wrapped in a circle. “I’m gonna call the daycare, and you’re gonna tell them that Dot’s father is coming to get her.”

“Over—“ It hurt to speak. “Over my dead body.”

“Trust me! I can arrange that.” Jaidyn took it upon himself to kiss your neck from behind. “And I can make sure your little girl meets you there, but right now honey all I wanna do is see that pip squeak.”

“Fuck. Off—“ Was all you managed to spit out as Jaidyn aggressively worked to tie your hands behind your back. Binding your wrist.

“So help me god Y/n if you don’t do as your fucking told I will see to it that everyone you love is taken away from you and I will make sure you are left all alone in this world exactly like you were always meant to be.” Reaching into your pocket, Jaidyn pulled out your phone, he held it up to your broken face by pulling your hair back. It seemed as though he hadn’t done enough damage because your phone still recognized your face.

“I’m not doing it—“ Your sobs were painful, but your defiance earnt you yet another crack to the face and another blow to your ribs. Sending you tumbling down to the ground in a heap. “Please!! S—stop!”

“Tell them I’m picking up my daughter!!” Jaidyn held the phone to your ear as he crouched behind you, he’d had a semi from beating you senseless but the sight of you completely shaking and crying and beaten had him nearly busting in his boxer briefs. “Tell them that her daddy is coming for her.”

“Hello Sunny Side daycare, this is Melissa speaking.” You didn’t respond straight away as you looked Jaidyn in the eyes to see he’d gone completely mad. “Hello?”

“Hi Mel—“ You choked out. Blood coating every word you stammered out. “It’s Y/n, I need to make an amendment to my daughter’s registered list of persons for pick up please?” You waited a few moments as the line went silent, only the sound of a computer keyboard being tapped away at filled the void of dead and utter helplessness.

“Who would you like to nominate?” Mel asked as Jaidyn smirked down at you, his free hand working to palm himself off through his flight suit as he watched you shiver in pain beneath him. His knee crushing your sternum.

“Uh, his name is Jaidyn, Jaidyn Dolan.”

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Bradley had been searching high and low for you for the better half of an hour after he’d come out of Admirals Simpsons office. Jake too. They were looking to tell you how he’d agreed to open an investigation, that Jaidyn wasn’t going to get away with what he was doing. But—

They couldn’t find you.

“What did Jaidyn mean when he said he wanted a DNA test for Dot?” Rooster asked as he walked with Jake trying to find you.

“Can we talk about that later?” Jake didn’t wanna do this now, he just wanted to find you, make sure you were alright.

“I think now's an appropriate time as any.” Braldey responded, cracking his neck as he did so. “If there’s something I should know Hangman—“

“Rooster, Odette is not my daughter! It’s just some lie Jaidyns convinced himself is fact because he’s always known Fe and I are inseparable.” Jake explained. “He tried that, it didn’t work, so now he’s on to believing we were an item, and it makes me sick to think about it so just drop the subject before I take a page out of Bob's book and smack you with a set of chocks.”

When you weren’t in your hanger like you mentioned you were going back to, they both thought you may have gone to the cafeteria. When you weren’t there they thought you might be on the tarmac, floating around as people went through their pre-flight checks.

The only person they could seem to find was Jaidyn, going on his Super Hornet with a fine tooth comb before his next run. Like he hadn’t just beat you half to death and felt you to rot in a janitor's closet.

“Where's Felix, Zeus.” Jake hissed, squinting as he looked up at his former friend, the sun encapsulating him like Icarus himself.

“Who?” Jaidyn snickered to himself, he still had your blood on his knuckles as he spoke down to Rooster and Hangman. “Sorry boys don’t know who you're talking about.”

“Don’t—“ Rooster barked. “Where is she? What did you do?”

“Fellas, I haven’t done anything alright, and quite frankly, I’m getting a little tired of the pitchforks you're stabbing me with.” Jaidyn sighed. “How the fuck did you get out of jail anyway? How did your pal here bail you out of indecent assault?”

“Some girl took a video of you being the antagonist little weasel you are.” Jake replied, Jaidyn only huffed back. His first flaw, bystanders.

“Well I’m sure whoever it is you’re looking for will turn up sooner or later, but right now I’m doing pre-flight checks, so fuck off.”

“I don’t like this at all man—“ Bradley knew something was wrong, very wrong. “He knows where she is.”

“She’s around here somewhere.” Jake looked around, trying to see if he could spot you. “She wouldn’t go too far without letting us know.”

As Bradley and Jake looked around, you laid unconscious on the floor of the janitor's closet, a blinking red light monitoring you every passing second. With your arms and legs tied, even if you woke you wouldn’t be able to move. For good measure Jaidyn had stuffed your mouth with your own panties, he’d cut them off your body before duct taping your mouth shut.

Knowing that if no one heard your screams, no one would go near that closet for hours. Not even the janitor himself who wasn’t due on base till well after dark.

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minimujina · 2 years

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𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. scaramouche drabble :)

ᴛᴡ. none, just cute fluff. use of scara’s real name

ᴀ/ɴ. i haven’t done the sumeru archon quest yet because i’ve kept procrastinating so i apologize if any of this is lore inaccurate </3 i mean it’s not really got anything to do with lore, i just wanted to write something soft for scara, but i figured i’d say this anyways kjglfkjfl

↳ scaramouche hates it when u do that thing

↳ u know.. that thing

↳ that thing where u are cute all the time and make him feel things. he hates that.

↳ how dare you have the audacity to be that amiable to an infamous fatui harbinger such as himself. how dare you!!

↳ he hates that he wants to protect you. like all the time. it’s like he has a new 6th sense for smelling potential danger. but like

↳ only for u

↳ he’d put himself at great risk if it meant you were safe

↳ i mean,, he’d also put himself at great risk because goddamn it he’s angry at the world and he just wants to kill things

↳ but. same thing

↳ yeah he couldnt give two flying fucks about anyone else. only u. turns out you are his darling whether u like it or not cause he just can’t stand how much he likes you and therefore he’s obligated to keep you around. or whatever

↳ will call u dumb and then immediately feel bad when he sees that you’re about to cry lol

↳ he learns with time that he kinda has to actually be gentle with you. ugh

↳ (but he actually grows to like it) (he comes to the point where he’s okay with being gentle and it comes naturally around you)

↳ comes home from yelling at his subordinates and collapses in ur arms while you pet his hair and hold him close bc god nothing feels better than your touch reassuring him that he’s loved by at least one person. doesn’t matter if the rest of the world wants him dead—knowing you care so much about this wretched, empty heart of his that you would hold him so tenderly is enough for him.

↳ at first he hates kisses. hates all forms of pda and kinda affection in general

↳ but as he grows more confident in his love for you and your love for him, he starts displaying it more

↳ will actually kiss your hand🥺

↳ even in front of his subordinates, he’ll greet you by taking your little palm in his own and bringing it to his lips, always always making sure to prolong eye contact because he knows how much it flusters you :)

↳ cue a bunch of fatui agents sniffling and clutching their chests bc holy shit scaramouche is soft for someone

↳ treats you like a princess. really does. he comes to hold you in the highest regard—he always did, really, but he was simply too embarrassed to admit it (even to himself).

↳ some of the fatui agents end up voicing their surprise that scaramouche keeps you around—they wouldn’t think someone so docile and plain would catch the eye of-

↳ thud. scaramouche’s vision crackles with electro energy, his hands clenched, while the underling who had run her mouth lay writhing on the cold, hard floor.

↳ “let it be known that the sole reason you remain alive right now is because my darling would disapprove of me ending your life,” the harbinger threatens, while the other underlings rush to aid the woman blasted off her feet.

↳ yeah,, he does not tolerate any gossip about the love of his life.

↳ yes, you were docile. so docile, in fact, that you were able to combat the violence erupting from scaramouche with a simple frown, reminding him that excessive cruelty was not the way to win your heart. and so he would change his ways gradually, allowing himself to give what the other fatui agents called “grace”, a grace which they’d never received from this ruthless man before.

↳ but plain? no. you were anything but. and scaramouche would defend your honor with all that he had—how dare those vermin call his darling plain. every day, scaramouche looked you in the eyes and found remarkable beauty, hidden affections, truths folded like a blanket, and universes. he saw universes in your eyes. so scaramouche found it almost offensive that the agents would dare to suggest you were anything but special—he knew you to be a precious gem full of universes. they didn’t understand you like he did; they could never appreciate you like he did.

↳ scaramouche becomes convinced that there is no one more worthy of respect than you, and he’s not ashamed to tell you so. when you shy away from his praises, he’ll grab your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding you to look at him so you have no choice but to pay attention.

↳ when you sheepishly avert your gaze, he murmurs, “eye contact, darling—we talked about this,” observing your plush, trembling lips and flushed cheeks. his thumb grazes over your bottom lip so softly, so gently, something you didn’t know he was capable of. and the kiss that follows somehow manages to be all the more tender.

↳ pulling away with a whimper, you quip, “i would hardly call this respect, kuni.”

↳ scaramouche grins, and for the first time you see something akin to joy in his gaze. “well, darling, perhaps you could just think of it as adoration. same thing, no?”

↳ your giggle rings in his ears like the clinking of glass—“sure, kuni. alright.” and you’re forced to let go of any further thought as he swoops in for another kiss.

↳ meanwhile, childe is watching from somewhere nearby, clutching at his chest dramatically while dottore smacks him in an attempt to get him to shut the fuck up. nobody gets caught spying on scaramouche and comes out alive.

↳ childe just can’t help it, though!! this is his comrade, his rival friend, finally experiencing love for another person!! if it hadn’t been for scaramouche’s quick steal, childe quite frankly would’ve taken you for himself—not that scaramouche would ever have to know that, of course. :) you were a gem childe regretted letting slip through his fingers, but it did bring him solace to know that scaramouche was actually treating you right. he could live with it as long as you were happy.

𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ! ఌ

#threw this up on accident before school one morning. figured i’d add some more and post it lol #this one is incredibly self indulgent (like all of my writignHAHDIUSH)#mujimade #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #scara x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin scaramouche

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kookblurx · 8 months

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1920 - jjk [ chpt 5. ]

→ SUMMARY: a photo of a beautiful smiling boy; an old tree in your grandparents garden ... and a feeling of sadness. all those things are connected to each other ...

→ GENRE: time travel au; changing fate au; rencarnation au; university au; death; sickness; historical setting; trigger topics; smut; dirty talk; switching between present and the past.

→ chapt. 4 / chapt. 6

→ RATING: 18+ [ I HIGHLY RECOMMEND MINORS DNI with this chapter! ]

→ NOTE: HUGE DISCLAIMER, this story plays in a fantasy setting. the world YN lives in doesnt exist, neither jungkooks. so please dont mention anything just because its not historically correct. this is piece of art. so yes, jungkook wears armor like a knight and no there are no guns in his time period. thanks.

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The Past:

everything was quiet as you closed your eyes, apperantly thats something you need to do, before the reaching the said destination in the past. slowly more and more sounds were travelling to your ear ... but something was strange. i didnt sounded like people running around in a mansion, or villagers on busy streets ... it was loud, there were screams. iron clang into each other, as soon as a hurtful scream reached your ears, you finally opened your eyes. right in front of you was pure horror, a scene you only had seen on the tv screen. you were hidden behind a large rock as you peeked over the edge. there it was, a hundred, no thousand of man running into each other with their swords. many of them were laying on the ground, you couldnt tell if they were dead of unconscious. some of them surely werent breathing anymore.

with terrified eyes you turned around to the fairy "what is this?! i thought you would bring me to the place were that picture was taken!"

"i-i dont know what happened really! maybe this ... place called for you"

"called for me?! im a damn woman on a freaking battlefield, i will get killed within seconds ... or worse" a shudder ran through your body as you remembered all the stories about war in one of your lectures.

"I-Im sorry, i will try to figure out how to bring you back ... just, just stay here" with those words the fairy vanished into thin air. leaving you between dead bodies and fighting man.

the whole situation was terrifying. shaking in fear you leaned against the sone with your back, hoping that no one would find you here. another scream was heard, you could hear how the blood gushed out of his mouth.

"hurry .." your voice was only a whisper as you waited for the fairy to return.

at the same time a familiar voice catched your attention "I got him! without them their front will be weak. we should hurry before they call for back up!"

slowly your head appeared from behind the stone. a few metres away from you was a man, he pulled his sword out of the other man's chest. the sound it made was disgustin. with a smile the man turned to the side so you were able to see his face. in front of you stood jimin, he cleaned his sword on his leg.

"good work jmin"

hooves could be heard on the ground as a horse drew near. heavy boots made the mud on the ground splatter into different directions. the man who just jumped down from his horse was no other than jungkook. same as jimin he wore a heavy armor with an iron plate around his chest. jungkook looked fine, his body was covered in blood but it wasnt his. on his cheek was a deep cut, however he seemed overall fine to you. a relieved sigh escaped your lips as you kept watching them. this must be the "war" jimin spoke about before you were thrown out of Jungkook's bedroom.

"damn fairy ..." you mumbled to yourself. if you were able to stay longer, maybe he would had stayed back.

the two man in front of you kept laughing as they moved the corpses near the stone you were hiding. automatically you held your breath, hoping they wouldnt see you. you were supposed to be somewhere else, it was too risky to reveal yourself now. maybe something like this could change the future into a negative direction.

suddenly the horse got nervous. his hooves scraped on the ground, dugging deep holes into the muddy ground.

"whats wrong buddy?" jimin walked over to the horse. no one was around and he couldnt see anyone.

"maybe hes just hungry, its been a while since we ate something" as usual jungkook was more than optimistic. he also didnt sensed any kind of danger in that moment.

you saw how jimin just shrugged before he got back to moving the dead bodies to the side. you didnt knew why they did that but the nervous horse made you nervous too. something was wrong. an animal would never react this way if there isnt any danger. while the boys were busy you kept looking around. at least someone should keep watch.

"but ... how will i be able to help.." you mumbeled to yourself.

at the same moment the horse let out a loud "scream". with a heavy thud it fell to the ground. an arrow had hitted it right into its left leg. the wound wasnt fatal but enough to made the horse panic. it was squirming on the ground as jimin was quick enough to pull the arrow out of its leg.

"jungkook! we need to go!"

jimin tried to push the horse up again, he was successful but the animal had other plans. as more arrows were raining down it made a break for it. leaving the man behind. jungkook turned his head which made you dissapear behind the stone again.

"well too late i guess" he drew his sword as 5 man approached them. they werent too friendly.

the next thing you heard were sounds of swords getting smashed into each other, mixed with screams. deep inside you prayed that those screams didnt belonged to jimin or jungkook.

"fuck!"

slowly you peaked again. the ground was painted in red, there was so much blood that it moved towards your stone. as you lifted your head a gruesome scene played right in front of you. jimin was bleeding heavily as he held his stomach. one sword in his shaky hand, he was standing in front of something, or rather in front of someone. your fingers dug deep into the mud as you finally moved your head to the body jimin was protecting. at the same time your heart sunk deep into your stomach. on the ground was jungkook, a puddle of blood had formed underneath him. his breathing was faint but still there.

"go and fuck yourself" jimin couldnt do more than only standing his ground.

the man in front of him chuckled. this is it. they will both die here. so many thoughts were running through your head as a second man tackled jimin to the ground. he held his arms as the other guy slowly moved forward to jungkooks body.

"finally, finally we will kill the war hero. his legacy will end here and us ... the Min Clan will rule over this country"

"no! i wont let you assholes kill him!" jimin was still struggling underneath the second soldier.

you could tell by the draining colour of his face that he already lost a lot of blood. the struggling just made it worse. the man in front of jungkook lifted his sword, ready to pierce it right through his heart. jungkook coughed on the ground, eyes still closed.

" .... no ... i cant .. NO!"

new strength went right into your legs as you leaped forward from behind the stone. your shoes sank into the mud as you ran into the direction of jungkook. you nearly stumbled a few times and to your suprise you managed to crash into the soldiers body, making him stumble to the side.

"YN?!" jimin's eyes widen "are yoz stupid?! what are you doing here?! run! hide!"

the moment the man regained balance you immediately kneeled down into the mud, both of your arms wrapped arounds jungkooks body as you pressed him close to you.

"i cant! you wont hurt him!"

both of them man were laughing now as the one came back to you, sword lifted "i wont mind killing you both honey".

you pressed your face against Jungkook's cheek. it didnt mattered if you died here, as long he can survive its fine. but there was still one chance and you decided to take it.

"please ... stop this! bring me ... bring us home! please bring us home and save him!" you shouted at the top of your lung. a warm and cozy light started to surround the both of you.

it was so calming and warm that you closed your eyes. against your chest you could feel jungkook's heartbeat, steady and strong as you succumbed to the darkness.

The Present:

"YN?! YN wake up!" someone shook your body, hard.

a grunt left your lips as you slowy moved your body to the side. something heavy was laying on your arm so you forced your eyes open. right in front of you was jimin, looking terrified.

"jimin...?"

"What .. what the fuck is this YN?! what the fuck.. WHO IS THIS!"

slowly you moved your head to your left side. it was hard to notice something as your eyes needed to adjust to the brightness in the room. jimin kept shaking you as another grunt was heard. this time it wasnt from you. the moment you heard that your body was up and wide awake. finally you manage to see who was right beside you and for a moment you thought you were dreaming.

"tell me this is a fucking sick joke" jimin was still talking with you but you really didnt heard him.

right beside you was jungkook, still bleeding. another jolt went through your body as you pulled your arm out from underneath him. the next thing you did was pushing jimin away from you.

"shut up and help me!"

"W-what?!"

"he is bleeding. stop acting like an idiot. next to the library is a bathroom get the first aid kit from there" you sat right beside jungkook, trying to get the iron plate off of him.

"fine. but you owe me a fucking explanation" mumbling to himself jimin made his way to the bathroom next door.

in the meantime you were able to remove all the armor from his body. kook's white shirt was drenched in blood as you unbuttoned it with shaking hands. you were scared that his wound might be untreatable. taking him to a hospital wasnt an option, you didnt had a drivers license and jimin doesnt seem like he came by car.

your hands were completely covered in blood as you opened the shirt. there was a deep wound in his abdomen but it didnt looked fatal. it was just bleeding a lot. examining the wound further jimin finally came back with the first aid kit.

"so?"

as you tend to his wounds, wrapping bandages around his body, jimin still had a big question mark on his face.

"would you believe me if i tell you that i can travel back in time and .. this is Jeon jungkook?"

"with every other scenario i would say you are freaking crazy but this-" jimin pointed at the bleeding jungkook "this isnt damn normal. so yes, for now i believe you"

a sigh escaped your mouth as you explained the whole situation to jimin. he really believed you, at least for now. after kook was all bandaged up, jimin helped you to get him into your bedroom. the hardest part would be to hide him from your grandparents. before jimin went home he helped you to hide the armor in the back of the basement. no one went there for years so it was well hidden there. the blood on the library floor was something you insisted to clean by yourself. it was your fault in the first place that he got here.

exhausted you finally got into your room around 4am in the morning. to your relief kooks breathing was stable and the wound stopped bleeding. you leaned against the bed with your back thinking about everything that just happened. you saved him but what now?

"we are in big trouble.." from the corner of the room the fairy finally made herself noticable. you had sensed her a while ago.

"i know ..."

"i dont even know how you managed that ... bringing him with you. because this wasnt my doing" with a serious expression the fairy looked over to the bed.

"well ... it is what it is now ... I just dont know what will happen now"

suddenly the fairy looked a little bit cheerful "dont worry, i will go back and check what this ... incident will cause in the past. for now, make sure he will feel better soon. i wont be able to send him back like this"

with those words the fairy vanished again. hopefully nothing bad will happen and hopefully jimin is fine. at least jimin still exist in your time so that must mean he was saved back on the battlefield. maybe the light caused auch a disturbance that he was able to free himself?

your mind was going crazy as you leaned your head back. your whole body was aching from worry. it didnt took you long before you succumbed to the darkness. the last thing you notices was, how something shifted on your bed and how someone placed a hand on the top of your head. it felt soothing, making it easier for you to fall asleep.

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q-gorgeous · 5 months

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Destabilizing

ao3

ffn

Vlad Masters suddenly shows up at the Fenton household after disappearing for years asking for their help.

heres my holiday truce fill for @sybill-d

ahhh im sorry this was so late. i intended to do a storyboard of this, and i still intend to, but my arms and hands have been hurting lately and i couldnt trust myself to get this done by the third without aggravating whats hurting already 😔 but! here this is for now :D

woooooo

Jack sat at his work station in the lab. He couldn’t focus on his work today. Looking to his left, his gaze traveled over his desk until it landed on the framed picture that sat in front of him. Him, Maddie, and their old college buddy. They haven’t seen him in years. He always wondered what happened, why Vlad never spoke to them again.

Jack sighed. There’s no use dwelling on the past. He just had to hope Vlad was doing well these days.

“Jack, are those samples ready yet?” Maddie called across the room to him.

He spun in his chair to face her. “Yes, Maddie. They’ll be ready in-”

A crash sounded from upstairs and both he and Maddie turned to look towards it. Maddie stood up, planting her hands on her desk.

“What was that?” She shouted.

Jack stood up and walked up behind her. “I don’t know.” He frowned.

He made his way across the room to the stairs. Maddie followed behind him.

“Maybe it’s Danny and his friends?” She said.

“Or a ghost.” Jack glanced at her. “Stay alert.”

“Right!” Maddie brandished her gun and a focused expression crossed her face.

Together they made their way up the stairs and through the heavy duty doorway. They tiptoed through the kitchen and backed up against the wall that divided the room from the kitchen. Jack peeked around the corner.

There was a figure in the living room, He looked just in time to see them fall to the floor. That must’ve been what that crashing sound was. This person couldn’t stay on their feet.

He popped out from around the corner and pointed at the figure on the floor. Maddie aimed her gun at them.

“Put your hands up…” Jack trailed off as his eyes adjusted to the dark lighting in the living room.

Lying on the floor in front of him was their old college buddy Vlad Masters.

“... Spook.” He finished softly. He heard Maddie gasp beside him.

“...please.” Vlad spoke. “Help me…”

Jack couldn’t believe it.

“Vladdie?” Why was Vlad here? What happened to him all these years they’ve been apart?

“Vlad, what happened to you?” Maddie exclaimed. She walked across the room and bent over to help lift him off the floor. She laid his arm across her shoulders and lifted him up. Vlad groaned as he stood up.

That was when Jack took in the state that Vlad was really in. He had green spots all over him.

“Why are you covered in ectoplasm?” Jack reached a hand out and stepped closer to the two of them. He squinted at him. “Did a spookum get you?”

Vlad opened groggy eyes and looked at him. “No. I’m sorry to show up so unexpectedly. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“We haven’t seen you since college!”

“Where have you been all these years?” Jacked asked.

“I’m sorry for disappearing…” Vlad looked away from Jack. “There was something I never told you two. Something that I was afraid to tell you.”

A pit formed deep in Jack’s stomach.

“Do you remember my portal accident?”

Now Jack felt almost nauseated. Of course he remembered Vlad’s portal accident. He’d never been able to forgive himself for getting his best friend hurt.

“That it didn’t work?” Vlad continued. “And I got hurt?”

Vlad shuddered. “It changed me. In a way I couldn’t explain.”

Jack frowned. What did he mean by that?

“It wasn’t until the doctors diagnosed me with ecto-acne that I understood.” Vlad finally looked back up. First at Maddie, then at Jack. “I had somehow obtained ghostly attributes in that accident.”

Vlad coughed and Maddie gently guided him to the couch in the living room. She slowly sat him down and covered him in a blanket. He took a deep, shuddering breath before he looked back up and continued.

“They cured the ecto-acne, but there was still something wrong with me.” Vlad held a hand to his head, a vacant stare now in his eyes. “Sometimes I would have trouble keeping my form. I started my own research but I couldn’t find a solution. I was getting weaker.”

He looked back up at them.

“I’m destabilizing. And I need your help.”

Both Jack and Maddie looked at him with shocked expressions.

“What can we do though?” Maddie asked.

Vlad looked at them with such conviction that Jack couldn’t help but believe him. “You’re the most brilliant ghost scientists there are. If anyone can help me, it’d be you.”

Jack shook his head. He didn’t understand. Vlad was destabilizing? Wasn’t that something ghosts did if they grew to be too weak? Humans couldn’t destabilize. Did that mean that Vlad was a-

“Can you excuse us for a moment?” Maddie spoke in her pretend cheerful voice. It set off the alarm bells in Jack’s head.

She grabbed onto the collar of his jumpsuit and roughly pulled him out of the room and into the kitchen.

Jack turned to look over his shoulder to see Vlad frowning sadly at his lap. Jack frowned at that.

Maddie tucked them back against the wall they had been hiding behind before. “How do we know we can trust him? What if he’s a ghost?”

Jacked looked over his shoulder. “I don’t know. Shouldn’t we trust him? He was our best friend.”

Maddie leaned past him to look past the wall to where Vlad sat in the living room. “It doesn’t matter if he was our friend. A ghost is a ghost.”

The alarm bells in Jack’s head grew louder. “He seems to believe he’s still human though.” Maddie placed a hand on her chin as she listened to him speak. “We could use the ghost catcher to see if we can separate the ghost from him.”

“That could work.” She said. “If he’s human, it’ll separate the ectoplasm from him. If he’s a ghost, we’ll know.”

Maddie put a smile on her face and walked back into the living room. Jack followed her, conflicted. Vlad didn’t seem like a ghost. He seemed normal. Ghosts were evil.

Jack stopped beside Maddie in the living room. She clapped her hands together.

“We’ll help you! We want what’s best for you!” Maddie closed her eyes and tilted her head. “We’ll just need you to come down to our lab so we can start working.”

Vlad smiled at them. “Thank you. How can I ever repay you?”

Maddie walked up to Vlad and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s nothing! We just want you to get better.” She helped him up. “Now let’s get you down to the lab.”

She walked by Jack as she continued talking to Vlad. “We’ll figure out how to get you fixed up in a jiffy. I’m sure we have something to help you. We have an assortment of ghost hunting and research inventions. Surely something will help.”

Jack frowned at their backs as they headed towards the basement door. He sighed and followed after them, the pit still deep in his stomach.

He made his way down the stairs and into the lab. When he got down there he saw Maddie sitting Vlad down on the lab table.

“Right here, Vlad. Take a seat on this examination table.” She gestured to the cold looking table in the center of the lab. “We’ll start by taking your vitals.”

She pulled a couple things out of the drawers in one of their countertops. The first thing she pulled out of her new pile was a stethoscope. She placed the earpieces in her ears and put the other end to his chest. She listened carefully.

“Hmm… Heartbeat is slower than normal.” She pulled a thermometer out next.

She placed it in his mouth and studied it closely. She took it out of his mouth and read it.

“Temperature is near hypothermic.”

Then she took out a blood pressure measurer. She wrapped it around his arm and squeezed the pump a couple times. She pressed the stethoscope to his arm and listened for a few moments.

“Blood pressure is low.” She said quietly. “Jack, would you be able to get a blood sample? I’ll get a swab of his mouth to test for ectoplasmic viruses.”

Jack shook out the bad feeling in his stomach and threw a smile on his face. “You got it, Mads.”

He grabbed a syringe from her pile on the counter and turned to face Vlad. As he turned he could see Vlad visibly gulp. Jack smiled at him sympathetically. “Don’t worry, Vladdie. This’ll be over before you know it.”

Vlad smiled softly at him. “Thank you, Jack.”

“All done, V-Man!”

Vlad looked down at his elbow that Jack was in the process of wrapping. “Wow, that really was fast.”

Jack smiled at him again and Vlad looked like he was about to say something else when Maddie suddenly shoved a swab in his mouth.

“Swab acquired!” She said excitedly. “Let’s go examine these, Jack!”

“You bet, Maddie!” He exclaimed. He turned to look back at Vlad. “We’ll be right back.”

He walked across the room to Maddie’s workstation.

“Here’s the blood sample, Maddie.”

“Look at this, Jack. This swab shows no traces of any ecto-viral infections.”

Jack frowned. “That’s good, isn’t it?”

Maddie shook her head. “Not if we’re hoping that Vlad isn’t really a ghost.”

They both looked down at the microscope sitting on her desk. This wasn’t really looking good for Vlad…

Jack held up the syringe and spoke softly. “Let’s take a look at the blood sample.”

Maddie grabbed it from him and set everything up. She slid the petri dish into the microscope and bent down to look through it.

She looked back at him.

“Jack, take a look at this.”

He took her place and looked through the microscope. The ectoplasm here didn’t look out of place. It looked almost as if it belonged there.

“This is odd.” Jack said as he looked at it. He stood back up and turned towards her. “Maddie, I think this ectoplasm is melded to his DNA.”

Jacked turned to look at Vlad over his shoulder. He coughed into his blanket and took a deep breath.

“I don’t think he’d survive it if we removed it.”

Maddie shook her head. “Nonsense, Jack. This is probably what’s making him sick. Surely using the ghost catcher and separating it from him will cure him.”

“But what if you’re wrong?”

Maddie squinted at him, pointing a finger at him. “Are you doubting me?” She asked lowly.

“No. I think we just need to think more critically about this instead of jumping right in.” Jack said.

“But he’s a ghost!” Maddie shouted.

“We don’t know that!” Jack whispered back at her.

“Is everything going alright over there?” Vlad called.

“Oh!” Maddie threw her hands into the air exuberantly and turned back towards where Vlad sat, walking over to him. “Everything’s okay! We have a way to cure you!”

Vlad smiled a big smile at her. “Really?”

“Yes!” Maddie said cheerily. “We’re going to use the Fenton Ghost Catcher to remove the ectoplasm from your DNA!”

“What?” Vlad shouted. He backed away a couple steps away from her, looking ready to bolt if she so much as moved wrong.

“The ectoplasm must be what’s causing your illness.” Maddie walked across the lab and dragged the ghost catcher out of the closet it was sitting in and across the room. She patted it. “This bad boy will remove all of it!”

Vlad took another couple steps back, the blanket falling off from his shoulders and to the floor. Jack stepped up and held an arm up in front of Vlad.

“Maddie we can’t do this!” Jack pleaded. “He’s not comfortable with this!”

She gestured behind her at the ghost catcher. “We have to do this otherwise the ectoplasm will kill him!”

“Removing the ectoplasm will kill me!” Vlad shouted from behind Jack.

“The ectoplasm is what’s killing you!” Maddie shouted back at him. “What else could it be?”

Vlad rolled his eyes and threw his arms into the air. “Why won’t you listen to me?” He held his hands to his chest. “Why do you insist on hurting me?”

Jack took another step forward. “Maddie, please. This is our friend.”

“How do we know he’s not a ghost?” She threw back at him. “How do we know he’s not tricking us?”

Vlad sighed. “Even if I was a ghost, not all ghosts are evil like we hypothesized. I was terrified for so long that I would become evil.”

He leveled a look at Maddie.

“But that never happened. Because I’m the one who decides who I want to be. Not whether or not I have ectoplasm.” Vlad looked away from Maddie.

Jack was about to stop her when he saw Maddie approaching Vlad quickly but stopped once she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“I’m so sorry, Vlad.” She whispered into his shoulder. “I went about this all wrong.”

Vlad wrapped his own arms around her. “It’s alright, Maddie. Thank you for believing in me.” They smiled at each other.

Jack walked up to both of them and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “Now let’s get back to work. We have a friend to fix up. We’ve got an old concoction that always seemed to make spooks stronger. We can try that if you’re up for it, Vladdie.”

“That’s probably our best bet.” Vlad placed a hand on his chin. “I’ve tried just about everything else. That’s something I’ve never thought of before. Genius.”

Jack pulled the two of them closer to him. “Let’s get started!”

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Jack picked up a vial from his set that sat on his desk. He stood up and turned to face Vlad where he sat beside Maddie.

“Alright, Vladdie! Here it is! A fresh batch of ecto-dejecto! Are you ready?”

Vlad turned around to face him and Jack’s heart twinged at the fresh ectoplasm that covered his face. Vlad smiled at him. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Jack handed the vial to Maddie and she filled a syringe with it.

“Okay. Here we go.”

Vlad squeezed his eyes shut as Maddie plunged the syringe into his upper arm.

“All done.”

Vlad’s eyes shot open just as the ectoplasm started seeping back into his skin, the blemishes disappearing right before their very eyes. A big smile spread across his face.

“It’s gone.” Vlad laughed. “It’s all gone!”

He walked up between Jack and Maddie and wrapped his arms around their shoulders.

“Thank you! So much.” He glanced between them. “How can I ever repay you?”

Jack jostled them. “Just don’t disappear on us again!”

Vlad chuckled softly. “I can do that.”

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pebblerosegamer · 3 months

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@tasmanianstripes Okay! Welp, cracks knuckles time to ramble about this absolute mess of a family that i love dearly.

But, just to let you know, this stuff may change or is still being worked out, and also that hollow in my main au isn't exactly the focus, so these are not permanent ideas, nor dynamics i plan rn to completely explore / finish.

Basically what i mean is that hollow does indeed get trapped in the black egg and pk never figures out they arent empty, rough life.

My pk, i see him as a caring and also very selfless character, i imagine thats why he did the black egg plan at all, despite all the misery and pain it caused him and others- sacrificing his clean name and his children so everyone else can thrive.

So we have a selfless guy who cares about everyone a lot, hows that tie in with hollow?

First I'll start at the beginning! At the beginning was of course the abyss climb, hollow making it to the top and emptily watching their other siblings fall, and of course then taken in by pk, from their perspective, pk could be seen as a savior almost, saving them- though i think hollow either knew, learnt of it later, or wasnt 'alive' yet, they werent exactly there for those first moments.

And from there pk cared for them, which hurt him because of what and who they are, but for hollow it was more enlightening, over time with the short very very very quiet moments the two had together, i think a bond formed, though an odd one, which was hollow very subtly and unknowingly liking pk and looking up to him, and pk being reminded of all hes done, and how much suffering he's caused, but also a thin sense of fondness, cause he did see them somewhat as his kid, despite how hard he tried not to…

I think this bond was thin and very subtle, and no one had any clue besides the few times pk had realized he was too soft with them, (and reined himself in, (only to later soften again subconsciously…)) he didn't want to get close at all, because he knew he'd loose them, and that they had to stay empty, and he didnt want to taint them.

Plus, the vessel to him is quite a sad reminder of all hes done, all the bloodshed- all those children gone- i believe he hid away the void constructs due to that reason aswell… he has a few quite, quite bad memories of those times that just- he'd rather not relive…

But at the time pk was very alone, his root left to care for her gardens and he naturally isolated himself, the vessel was really his only 'companion', so even despite that, he managed to begin caring for them anyway, occasionally, maybe after awhile, managing to overlook the memories.

I think when pk was sure they couldnt be tainted by his antics, he began staying a little longer with hollow, specifically whenever he told them to stay somewhere. I think he joined them on occasion, staring out into either the gardens, the ballroom, off the balcony, or perhaps in his office, he reminiscing, reflecting, and wondering, and of course the vessel doing none of the above- enjoying the empty company, and maybe the painful guilt? Maybe he saw it as some sort of punishment? Idk prob not the last one.

But! Now we get into the part where hornet shows up! How joyous.

Now when hornet came to the palace she wasnt allowed to the upper floors, where the vessel was usually kept, to which she grumpily stomped away and later stole a key and got into said upper floors~

Hornet's first reaction to hollow was probably just "why are they so tall" then approached them and glared at them for a solid minute, haha. I think hornet and hollow's relationship would be nonexistent, i think she'd be curious about who and what they are but clearly they cant talk nor want to so she seeks answers elsewhere, they also dont seem intrigued by the idea of playing knights, too busy staring off balconies or something… which leaves their bond quite hollow. (Haha get it)

Now though, with pk and hornet, and hollow watching them- i think they wouldn't think of anything, but when the two get closer i think they'd feel very slightly insecure, noticing how hornet is so lively and clearly a person, and how pk reacts and cares for her- i think subtly it would make them question themselves, wondering if they should be more like her to get father's approval- but also the entire kingdom would be doomed if that happened, simply they'd be quite torn, but in the end they stay empty…

Now, ive mentioned the xero incident before, and rambling about hollow here it reminds me that chances are, hollow could swoop in and protect pk when it happens- which thinking of it, sounds very interesting and gives hollow perhaps more meaning for pk, since we dont see most of the past of pk and hollow in my au… it could show a different side of them? I will have to think about it more.

But thats nearly all, besides the last few scenes with pk and hollow, which is them getting sealed away- i think those would be really, really tough moments for pk, i think whilst hes readying hollow to be trapped for literally eternity i think he'd just be thinking and thinking of it, realizing that- damnit, hes going to miss them, hes really really going to miss hollow- realizing how much they mean to him probably is one of the most painful realizations for pk in the story- especially since he thought he tried his darnest not to get attached… i wonder if he'd do some sort of final goodbye, nothing sappy like "i love you" though- i don't think he could express that since hes been denying that for like 3 years(?) straight, though maybe "goodbye." Or some variation of that. "My hollow knight, goodbye." < maybe??????????? Is that too sappy???????? I think???????? Probably too sappy…

Anyway i think after the plan i think it'd affect pk big time, i think he'll be looking out at the balcony hollow used to be left at and he'd just wanna cry, and remembering that he doesnt need to do those little routines for the vessel anymore- he'll probably catch himself going to the vessel's room to get them or almost prepping a bath for them, or wondering if its about time to clean up their armor, or sharpen their nail- nonetheless when he remembers again he'll feel sadly empty, like something is missing.

But, to do a TLDR; hollow is empty, but subtly, very subtly, longs to be more, pk is overly caring and an absolute softie, but tries not to show it to avoid tampering the vessel, also hollow makes him sad due to their history, but pk is too caring of a guy and loves hollow anyway, in conclusion everyone is sad 👍

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mcybree · 1 month

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how do you do it? how do you put your thoughts about things that cause psychological damage (i.e. 3rd life fh) into comprehensible posts without breaking down crying halfway

asking for a friend

back when i was a wee boy (in 2022) the entirety of trafficblr told me about this really cute ship called flower husbands. i watched the pov and didn’t get it At All. i told myself it was all in my head for like a month until i couldnt take it anymore and assumed my Touch Tone Telephone conspiracy sona where I swore that I was the only person in the world who understood and compiled a long list of evidence to convince myself I wasnt crazy. A year later I started posting about them. What I’m trying to say is that I had to pick up the skill because I thought nobody would see the vision otherwise and that made me sad because theyre my favorite characters ever.

To answer your question though: lots of compare and contrast, I think. I watch something. I get a funny vibe from a character. I ask myself ‘why’; typically this leads to me finding an action to isolate from that character I want to understand. From there I ask what pushed the character to do that action— I think about the surrounding context, and how this context might differ from the norm (OR, even more insightful: I find a moment where the character does the opposite of this, and compare those two situations). From there I can figure a few guesses on why they might act the way they do, then continue asking why until I’m looking through the series trying to find evidence of my hypothesis, and then keep asking why until I can’t ask why anymore without just making shit up about a backstory that doesnt exist. Does this make any sense. Basically I have to understand why every character is doing the things they’re doing or feeling the ways they’re feeling or else I explode. Asking “why” and then attempting to answer myself through compare and contrast is how I put most of my thoughts into something concrete rather than vibes. It’s not just compare and contrast actually you can also just bullshit character motivations if the series in question gives you other pieces of the puzzle to work off already (such as backstory details)… it is a bit like a puzzle actually. Hold on. You could make a chart out of this. Should I try to make a chart out of this. No I shouldnt

#asks #sorry this isnt helpful i dont think. The chart would be helpful. i dont think I’d be able to successfully make the chart though #this is a description of what happens to people in late stage blorbo brainrot basically

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tiredstressedemotionalmess · 9 months

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for when you wake up: 3 (w/ kobra, 6, 9 and 16 + fun ghoul for the kj asks :PP

3 - What would they do if something happened to Kobra?

kind of depends on the something. if he's injured during a fight or something along those lines, ghoul's main priority becomes Getting Kobra The Fuck Outta Here. if it's am emotional something then ghoul will be there with distraction upon distraction to cheer him up- here lets go run over these paint filled balloons and/or small explosives with your bike! hey kobes wanna try out that new disarm you were practicing on me? you wanna binge all the karate kids with me?- and then more often than not as kobra calms down he'll eventually just start spilling whatever's up and ghoul will just listen and he rarely even has to say anything because he knows it'll understand. but if something really bad happened to kobra, like if kobra were to fucking die, i think ghoul would just shut down. he'd probably leave the diner with the intention of not coming back because it fucking hurts to live in the same spot his best friend had called home for so long. and maybe he'd be bitter about it, cursing kobra's name for fucking leaving him like that, like everyone else does, like he promised he never would. he wouldn't mean it but it'd blame him for dying- "youve won so many useless fucking fights why'd you have to give up now". i think hed talk to kobra a lot actually, under his breath, like hes still standing right next to him. maybe thats part of the reason why he leave the diner, he cant handle the pitying looks he gets

6 - What’s something they know they shouldn’t do and could get them in serious shit, but they still do anyways?

hes a little asshole that just loves pushing too far and saying all the worst shit to all the wrong people (see ttid chapter 2? i believe? as an example). its not like kobra where hes trying to pick fights, just sometimes he gets bored and when that happens he doesnt have as much control over his mouth so he speaks without thinking a loooooot more than usual. he also totally just. eats incredibly toxic chemicals when hes making bombs and shit. hes not deliberately gulping it down or anything but if be gets some on his hand (bc he Does Not wear gloves) he'll just lick it off. he figures hes already radioactive and shit anyways therefore chemicals cant fucking hurt him

9 - Get in, loser, we’re going back to middle school- what’s the edgiest song you associate with this character? (if you associate any songs with them, that is)

heres two bc i couldnt pick (the first hasnt left my fucking mind for days bc of you)

16 - Where do they consider that “home” is?

i think, for the longest time, ghoul doesnt really believe in the concept of having a home yk? his home is with himself, he keeps on the move and never really settles down with any one crew or any once place (bc yk. trauma.) and i think its only when he's dying in the city that he realizes his home was the desert- the one constant he's had throughout his whole fucked up life. i think ghoul hates knowing hes gonna die in the city the most out of all of them because he should be dying at home dammit! he was born there, his entire life was spent there, he should get to die there too. and yeah dying with family for family is a close second, but its not the fucking same, and i think that homesick is one of if not the last emotions he ever feels

#asks #ask game #danger days #danger days headcanons #my headcanons #fun ghoul #THANK YOU KAZ THIS WAS FUN AS HELL #I LOVE GHOULIE SM

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thydungeongal · 5 months

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I feel like there's no good place for me to add to the Fiction First discussion:

Im not 100% sure how my group reached this idea. We started back in like 2011 on 4e from the Red Box they did for it. Our understanding of the gameplay was you roll for everything that wasn't basic body functions, more or less. I don't think the books necessarily say to do it this way, but that felt like what we were suppsoed to do to play D&D.

I can't find my red box books, but the 4e players handbook i still have (full of notes and post its and such) says "Decide what you want you're character to do and tell the DM. The DM tells you to make a check and figure out your chance of success."

I think that's the part that we leaned on. As DM, I decided what success looked like and what it required. And to the players, that felt like they didnt have as much say in the story. That's why when i first read Monster of the Week i was blown away. The success parameters, or potential outcomes of the action, were already decided! I couldnt just arbitrarily say "thats impossible, so dont even try to roll for it" about something (17 year olds have strong opinions about a fantasy world).

But here's the the thing. We we're still doing the fiction. After two sessions of making plans and trying to follow D&D to the tee, i gave up on that. My player killed an important NPC immediately, and i didnt have the guts or anything to like have real consequences. Our game, which lasted like 30+ sessions probably, just turned onto a group of us goofing off and improvising a story while also using skills and rolling d20. We just naturally starting doing fiction first, and I've never really thought about that til this moment if im being honest.

D&D just has always felt like this game where your playing in the DM's story, which maybe speaks more to how i learned to DM than anything else (which was just by playing and reading tumblr posts in the year of our lord 2011). Nothing ever made me think of roleplaying as fiction first until i started branching out into other TTRPGS. And now your post made me reevaluate my thoughts on playing 4e as a teenager.

I think what's interesting here is that while I do see myself in a lot of this (although I started out with D&D 3e after first playing Rolemaster a bit, we still hadn't developed a good idea of how these games are best played) what stands out here is the idea that D&D is the GM's story, which does seem like the default way to run D&D these days, even though it's not the only way! I'm always a bit leery about claims made by people in the old-school scene that a totally emergent sandbox was basically the true way to play in those early days of the hobby (I think that while some groups may indeed have played the game like that, there were also an equal number of heavily authored campaigns where the DM simply presented their players with the dungeon of the week, week after week), but I do think it's good that people have been rediscovering older editions of D&D which are full of potential for emergent narratives as well as being introduced to games that encourage those emergent narratives.

Because, again, I don't think what's at play is D&D being any less "fiction first" (although I do agree that PHB 4e kind of leading with the idea that the player describes an action and the GM always demands a check isn't great) than MotW, but that the latter was more supportive of the type of play you wanted, where the focus is on an emergent narrative shared among the whole table instead of a GM-authored story.

But that's the thing, at least for me: that emergent narrative isn't in any way at odds with D&D (although the process of finding that shared narrative does look different in D&D) and certain editions of D&D are full of tools for creating emergent narratives.

And yeah, this is as good a time as any to clarify my intentions: my intention is not to pass judgement on either D&D or the various games that have been touted as "fiction-first." I know what I've written could be easily read as "these stupid indie games are actually no different from D&D" (that's simply not true, they are very different in their mechanics and approaches, but the way they sometimes get presented is like they're almost an alien language), but it's more to assuage D&D-players' fears that outside of their weirdly idiosyncratic dragon game lies a wasteland of games that are completely incomprehensible to the dragon gamer.

Anyway why did I write all that. Oh well.

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okay so. the atz boys are all black generals with joong being the king. they’re fighting a war. so it stands to reason that they all use a weapon. i couldnt stop thinking about which weapon each member would use. cause san seems like a sword guy. for mingi i imagine a bifurcated weapon, specifically two blades that can turn into a polearm. i’m really curious to know what you think.

This is such a good ask and it really had me thinking (partially why it took a minute to answer, sorry) but I had to really buckle down and think it through because it wasn’t something I had really thought of yet.

But overall, each of them have a different ability besides the basics each daemon has, such as extendable claws. (which will be revealed in due time, though possible spoilers below, maybe?? Probably mostly for Jongho and maybe Mingi, so just be warned.) Some use their ability as a weapon in fights, depending on how useful it would be. They’ve each been in training for a very long time, so they’re proficient enough in most weaponry, but I would say they have their strengths/favorites.

Hongjoong is the one most likely to refer to his own daemon ability when fighting, as he is overall, the strongest. Though if he were to use actual weapons, he’ll typically use a bastard sword (hand and a half).

Seonghwa’s favorite is daggers. As you’ve already seen with his ability, he can teleport short distances, so going in and out quick plays to his strengths.

San I also see as a sword guy, particularly one handed swords. His ability can be used in fighting and requires one hand free to use, so swords fit well for him.

Jongho’s ability is completely built for battle and without giving too much away, he’s the most versatile out of all of them when it comes to weaponry. But if he had to pick a favorite, I’d lean towards a greatsword.

Mingi’s ability is also fighting related, which is why I see him as more as a chakram user. He’s strongest with throwing weapons and chakrams are my personal favorite weapon, so kind of coined him with those.

Yunho was the one I struggled with the most in figuring out a weapon I see fits him the most and I kind of settled in on a staff, I think, or a two bladed sword. I can also see spears too, maybe??

Yeosang isn’t really an up close and personal type of guy and typically uses his ability from a distance where he can observe the battle overall, so he’d probably use something long distance, like a bow.

Wooyoung, to me, is an up close and personal type of guy, so he’d be more prone to using daggers like Seonghwa, specifically the haladie. He’s not going in and out, like Seonghwa, so to me, these fit more his style.

This may have been a bit longer than expected, but it really was such a good ask! It definitely made me think more into how each individual fights and I hope you like what I came up with. If you, or anyone else, has any other questions like this, don’t be afraid to ask! I’d love to answer! :)

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mcu-coworkers · 2 years

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Love?Love.

Summary: You make a decision after coming to a self realization, and it ends up costing you more than you had thought. Meanwhile, Anakin decides to fight for his feelings never expecting to have to use his lightsaber for it.

Pairings: Anakin x Y/N reader.

Word count: 2,876

Warnings: smut (please skip over if you are not 18+), oral, slight violence, very small mention of blood.

A/N: Hello everyone! Before I forget, the “...” usually means a switch in POV or scene? if it makes sense I noticed I never clarified that sorry! I will keep it short I hope you guys enjoy and thank you for reading!xx (Also, can we talk about chapter 5 of Kenobi? AMAZING.)

Taglist: @graciexmarvel @ssophiebirkas @yesimwriting

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PT.1 PT.2 PT.3 PT.4 PT.6

Anakin made his way down the hallway hoping he’d catch you before it was too late. He walked all the way down and took another right and came to an abrupt halt when he saw you hugging the prince and the end of the hall.

When you two had finally pulled away Anakin quickly hid behind the wall so you wouldn't catch him. Looking again he saw you looking at him and smiling, He’d never thought he’d see you smiling that way for someone else.

Sighing in defeat he turned and leaned on the wall feeling lost and confused, but mostly hurt. Never did he think he’d pushed hard enough to push you into the prince’s arms, he couldnt have.

Taking a deep breathe he stood up straight and decided he was going to confront you and the prince, no way he was letting him have his girl so easily.

Just as he turned into corner he bumped into you almost dropping you on your butt until he caught you in his arms. “Princess.” he said looking down at you frowning with confusion as to how fast you got here.

“Oh, Anakin im sorry I must have been walking too fast, I - sorry.” you said quickly smiling at him, “ I must speak to my father excuse me.” you said looking at him once more remembering what it felt like to be in his arms before walking off.

Sighing once more Anakin looked back at you watching your figure disappear down the hall and once again feeling someone bump into him again, this time it was the prince.

“My apologies Anakin, It seems I should be going.” the prince said quietly. “Going?” Anakin asked, confused.

“Yes, it seems I have nothing more to do here.” he said, revealing a box with the ring still in it. “The princess said no?” Anakin asked, trying not to react in front of the prince. “It seems she is looking for something else, someone else maybe.” he said smiling looking at the ring.

“Well, I shall be going I have a princess out there waiting for me, I hope.” Prince Cal said earning a chuckle from Anakin, maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all.

“Good luck your highness, I hope you find her.” Anakin said and with a small nod to each other the prince was also off in the same direction you went in.

Suddenly realizing what just happened , Anakin was once again confused as to why you were so happy and urgent to talk to your father after declining a marriage proposal to the prince?

Erasing that all from his kind he decided to go to your room and wait for you to come back.

…

Meanwhile, you were still in search of your father when suddenly you found Obi-wan instead. “Oh Obi-wan I'm sorry I ‘m running around like a headless chicken, have you seen my father?” you asked slightly out of breath from all the speed walking.

“ He’s right out those doors Princess.” he said pointing to yet another corridor. “Wonderfull, thank you!” but just before you could walk off Obi-wan stopped you. “Princess if I may.” he said politely.

“Yes?” you asked, “This thing with you and Anakin,” he said and suddenly your stomach dropped not expecting that. “He has really been happy because of it, and i'm happy for you both.” he said quietly, smiling at you.

You smiled feeling sad at Obi-wan's words, “Thank you Obi, but Anakin chose to end things in order to focus on the Jedi order, he's a good man thanks to you.” you said smiling once more before walking away hoping your father was still close.

“Father! Can we have a moment in private please?” you asked, sighing in relief finally finding him. “Ofcourse, excuse me gentlemen, we will continue this soon.” he said walking away from the Jedi and onto a balcony.

“What is troubling you so much my child?” he asked, looking around. You weren't in the most private area possible but it would have to do for now.

“ I want to renounce my rights to the crown and my future title of queen.” you said confidently but in reality you were hoping he couldn't see how much your hands were shaking from how nervous you were.

Hearing those words almost knocked off his balance making him hold on to the rail of the balcony. “You what?” he said in a whisper. “ I wa-” you went to say again.

“No, I heard what you said and don't ever say it again.” he said, regaining himself and pointing his finger at you. “But father I -” you tried again. “No, you were raised in this life and you will see it through, and that is finally my child.” he said heading for the doors.

“ I will not force you to marry, but I will ask you to pick someone soon or else you will be forcing my hand y/n.” he said before walking off leaving you with tears in your eyes and holding back a sob.

Quickly before someone saw you, you composed yourself just enough until you got to your room where no one would be able to see you. Avoiding eye contact, you made your way to your room quietly.

Once youd finally made it you shut the door quickly and leaned your forehead against it and finally allowed yourself to breathe. “Are you alright?” Anakin said, causing you to turn around quickly and covering your mouth, muffling your scream.

Quickly Anakin stood up and walked towards you. “ I ‘m sorry I came after you bumped into me in the hallway and I was hoping we could talk if that's alright with you.” Anakin said realizing your cheeks had tears running down.

“Whats wrong?” he said holding your face and bringing you closer to him.

“Anakin why are you here?” you asked pushing him away. You’d been through enough today you didn't need to be reminded that you’d lost Anakin too.

Taken back by the sudden aggression Anakin didn't hold you back, “ I wanted to talk, theres something that I need to say.” he said walking towards you slowly just incase you had another outburst.

“But I can see you’re upset. What's wrong with my love?” he asked making you frown ‘the audacity of this man.’ you thought.

“How dare you?” you asked, “First you tell me you want me, then you tell me its over and now you call me pet names? What's tomorrow looking like?” you asked, scoffing turning away from him.

If you hadn’t loved him so much he would've been out that door already. And suddenly there it was, love. You hadn't realized it until now and at a very terrible moment but you did, love him.

“Look, I ‘m sorry for doing what I did earlier, I wasn't thinking straight and I thought it was the right thing to do at the moment but I now realize it wasn't and I ‘m sorry I put you through that.” he said looking at you as you looked anywhere but at him.

“Say something, please.” he said kneeling down in front of you trying to get you to look at him. Another tear ran down your face, “ I told my father I no longer wanted the crown.” you said finally looking at him.

“What did he say?” Anakin whispered his heart skipping a beat at the news. “He said if I don't get married soon he’ll pick someone and send me off.” you said another tear running down your face.

Anakin's heart broke at the sight of you crying, he’d do anything to make you smile again. “Sand.” he said abruptly making you look at him extremely confused.

“What?” you said a smile pondering your lips. “ I hate sand, Our honeymoon could never be on a planet with sand.” he said looking at you. “Because it gets stuck everywhere and after you’ll be seeing it for the next lifetime?” you asked intrigued at his randomness.

Without thinking about it Anakin reached up and kissed you causing you to gasp. “ I -I ‘m sorry I ju-” before he could finish you pulled him back in and went for more. Could anyone blame you? Sure you were angry but there was just something about him.

You moved your hands to the back of his head slightly pulling him down on top of you on the bed. He put one arm above you for support and the other went down massaging your hip and suddenly squeezing it harder than last time making you gasp again.

Chuckling Anakin slipped his tongue in deepening the kiss making his heart beat faster than it ever has in his life. You ran your hands through his hair and pulled on it making him groan in pleasure making shivers go down your spine.

He pulled away quickly, “ I ‘m sorry I didn't mean to-” confused as to what he meant

You finally realized what he meant when he guided your eyes down to the tent in his pants.

“Oh” you said shyly, Anakin had been your first in practically everything other than talking to boys because you had to speak to guards and guests that visited the palace.

“We don't have to do anything, it will go away eventually.” he said sitting down on the bed reaching for a pillow. “Wait.” you said your heart racing thinking about what you were about to do.

You put one leg over him straddling him and feeling his erection on your sensitive area made you gasp slightly, feeling a bit of pleasure at the friction causing Anakin to clench his jaw. “Show me.” you said guiding his hands to your hips.

Slowly he guided you down and started rocking your hips back and forth creating that friction you felt earlier making you grip his shoulders and roll your head back. Anakin could only admire your silent moans and only wanted to hear them get louder so he started leaving trails of kisses down your neck.

“Anakin.” you said breathlessly looking down at him pulling his hands away and taking over fully gaining enough confidence to do it yourself which only made Anakin even harder and wanting to feel all of you.

Reaching even more you pushed him back on the bed and began kissing him again as your hand went into his pants massaging his bulge gently while also secretly trying to get a feel of how big he was.

“Oh my-” Anakin pulled away looking down at your hand while switching to wrapping it around him as started pumping his member and feeling something wet which you guessed meant he was close.

“Can I ?” you asked tugging and the waste of his pants. “You don't have to love I -” you cut him off by slowly getting down and batting your eyelashes at him. “Please?” you asked politely, making him twitch in your hand.

He could only nod at you and help you pull his pants down and for the first time you actually got a good look at his size and felt slightly panicked by it but before he could notice you took him in your mouth as much as you could fit and the rest of him you pumped with your hands.

You started bobbing your head up and down making sure to lick his tip every so often making Anakin reach for your hair and tugging on it softly making sure to not be too aggressive with you.

“Baby i'm s-so close.” he said encouraging you to go faster which made him subconsciously pull on your hair harder making you moan onto his erection finally sending him into a euphoria full of groans as he released into you.

Panicking you swallowed his seed sucking him off until he was fully done and cleaned off before popping him out of your mouth finally being able to catch your breathe. “You didnt have to- to do that.” he said catching his own breathe.

Giggling you took his hands as he helped you up and sat you on his lap. “So that was your first?” he asked looking at you adoringly. “Yes, actually it was.” you said blushing and leaning into his shoulder to hide your reddened face.

He chuckled and kissed your forehead, “It was the best thing ever.” he said looking down at you. “Oh shut up” you said smacking his arm. “I'm serious,” he said, his smile widening.

“You are the best thing to happen to me, you know that right?” he said, holding you even tighter. You grinned to yourself feeling whole in this moment and you never wanted to leave.

Before you could reply to his loving words a beeping sound came from the comm on his wrist. Slowly he raised it up to his lips before answering. “Yes, Master?” he said, confused by the sudden interruption.

“Anakin, we’ve been called for an emergency meeting with the council in ten minutes, get down here quickly.” Obi-wan said sternly before you heard a low beeping sound indicating he was gone.

Sighing Anakin turned towards you feeling uneasy, something was off about his master's tone. “I‘ll be back as soon as it is over, I promise.” he said, kissing your lips softly, pulling away before he got lost in you again.

Walking him to your door, he checked the hallway making sure it was clear before walking out casually making you giggle to yourself as you walked back to prepare a shower for yourself.

As the water warmed up you thought of the conversation you had with your father earlier, or more like the sentence you managed to get out and him threatening you after. Lost in thought you realized you didn't want to be a queen anymore.

At Least not if it meant you lost the right to love who you did, but then again he was tied to his own code that he had broken as well. Your heart yearned for Anakin, but your mind knew eventually the hiding and the secrets would become too much.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when suddenly you felt the ground beneath you shake and your bedroom window being broken. “Hello Princess.”

…

“Master, what was so urgent that the council called for a meeting at the last minute?” Anakin asked, annoyed by the interruption.

“It seems Master Yoda has sensed something quite serious.” Obi-wan said, taking his seat. Anakin had sensed it as well; his worry only grew knowing he had left you alone.

“The king and princess, in danger they are.” Yoda said, getting straight to it. Anaking sat up straight feeling even more urgency to get back to you.

“What danger might this be?” Master Windu asked but just as he did they were interrupted by Rex, “ I‘m sorry to interrupt but there's been a breach in the temple, it seems they've got the princess and are most likely heading for the king next i've sent a crew to find the king and another for the princess.” he said quickly.

Anakin's heart sank at the news, his anger getting the best of him, “we need to send out more troops, how could someone break into the temple so easily.” he said standing.

“Calm yourself young Skywalker, clear your mind before you make matters worse.” Master Windu advised standing as well.

“I'm sorry master, it's just that we were meant to protect the royal family, now two of them risk losing their lives for coming here.” Anakin said, looking down at the ground.

“Obi-wan, you and Anakin will lead the search for the princess, Kit Fisto, Ploo Koon, you will lead the search for the King. Once found, reunite them with Prince Luke in the Sub levels.” Master Windu said exiting the council room.

“We must check the security cameras and go from there.” Obi-wan said, “You go Master, I'll go to the princess’s room and see if I can find anything helpful.” Anakin said hopeful he’d agree.

“Fine with me, contact me if you find her and the culprit along the way, contact me first before you do anything Anakin, I meant it.” Obi-wan said stern knowing the impulsiveness of his Padawan.

Beginning to walk away, Anakin looked back, “Of course Master.” he said before running off to your room hoping you’d still be there.

To no avail you were gone and glass was shattered everywhere from the broken window. “Damn it!” Anakin said, hitting the door out of anger and running out looking for a trail to follow and luckily he found one.

Blood. Heart racing and tears threatening to fall down his eyes he begins to follow the trail heading to the landing bay with his lightsaber in hand.

Suddenly his comm beeps again, “Anakin it's Ventress, Ventress has both the king and the princess.” He said out of breath he must have been running already.

“ I ‘m on my way to the landing bay right now master, meet me there.” he said quietly. “Anakin, she's not alone waiting for me and the other Jedi to arrive.” Obi-wan said in a panic.

“ Anakin? Anakin!” Obi-wan screamed but by then it had been too late.

#obi wan and anakin #anakinedit #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x y/n #star wars #revenge of the sith #attack of the clones #clone wars anakin #darth vader

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alkalyart · 7 months

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Broken wing-ATSV!vulture x reader

You found this man on an alley, but things go bad as they progress.

The protagonist's PoV

This hell of a ride started when I found him, just a rainy night on the street, walking down wondering about why there's a lot of spider-mens coming out of nowhere, not even heroes, even villains too, last time I got almost killed by a cel-shaded version of doctor octopus, what a ride, but suddenly I saw a wing, but, by looking at it, it looked like if a Renaissance drawing came to life, I walked to see more clear that wing, a big wing, broken, with lots of feathers, as I turned around I saw a man, he was also colored like in that old style I mentioned before, the man was wearing a sort of Renaissance clothes, and wearing a bird mask that remind me of a vulture bird, that poor man was lying on the ground with those broken wings, I didn't know what to do, I don't know who it is and I never see him before, but is that really a man or a giant bird, I don't know, the only thing I could do is to take him to my home to see if I can help him, as I arrived home, I tried to remove those machines on him carefully and placed the body in my bed, I checked his pulse, he's alive, but it seems to be paralyzed, checking his neck I saw two bite marks, by the shape and color I figure out that those were spider-bites, the internet couldnt help me at all as I heard that man moaning from the of the spiderbyte, poor thing, I checked him again, I don't want to let him die, seems that he has a fever due to the spider bite, I placed a towel on his forehead to see if it cools downs, but I'm not sure, I don't know what kind of bite is this, neither a cure or something else, I'm lost in this hell of a ride

#spiderman #vulture #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #adrian toomes x reader #adriano tumino #spiderman atsv

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autumnfangirler · 11 months

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i keep on making new sidesteps, which is fun and all but its really difficult to keep track of all of them and figure out all of their characters 💀

It doesnt help that i play favourites either LMFAO

HOWEVER. ive been stuck in philippines with very shitty/no wifi so i got plenty of time to think about them and i think ive finally gotten a semi-solid handle on cecilia so!! it is time to inflict her on the world

ive mentioned her before but cecilia rider, in all her herbo glory, truly is the ideal of fuck around and find out. she has the highest daring out of my steps and is reckless in ways that give all my other steps heart attacks. and like ive said before, cecilia is not the type of person to regret her actions, past and present. she will keep moving forward even when it hurts. nothing demonstrates that more than her relationship with the other rangers

cecilia is a hunger scar step, and by god does she hunger. she craves human connection, to have a relationship and feel loved again. the only thing that kept her from walking to the front door of HQ after her second escape was her work as a villain– she didnt want to be distracted, not when it was something she looked forward to for years.

her first reaction to meeting ortega again was excitement. she was so happy to see him, her best friend of years, and once upon a time one of her only connections to the outside world. The old jokes, banter, smiles and hugs was something she didnt even know she wanted, but when she got it again she was desperate for more. she couldnt live without it. after that, she cared so much and so recklessly, with no concern over what would happen if she did

after ortega, she ended up befriending herald (though that rooftop kidnapping was rough, she got pissed and ended up punching him djsjjdjs). it was really smooth, actually– cecilia is just a nice person, very bubbly and kind, and she loves being around herald, his thoughts made her feel warm and cared for (even if, in her eyes, he only cared for sidestep, not cecilia). plus, shes a lupin thief. i can imagine herald and cecilia discussing and debating art with eachother in their downtime. it makes me SO sad that you can only hang out w one ranger in checkpoint 4, even if it makes sense, because i think cecilia would totally go out with him for dinner for the free food and then waylay him with an "actually, im a lesbian who's going for your ex girlfriend" when he asks her on a proper date. in my heart this and the hangout with argent happened. I accept nothing else. Anyway those two are bffs and cecilia would beat the shit out of anyone who hurts him(except herself, because she did end up beating him to high hell at the museum. sorry danny lmfao)

cecilia ended up befriending chen next. actually, she never really wanted to be friends with him. she was perfectly content leaving him as the one ranger she hated. but, well, he has a dog, so she couldnt really stay mad at him, could she?

Bless spoon for all his hard work, because cecilia wouldve never interacted with chen civilly otherwise. she discovered that she actually liked walking with chen, as weird as that was, since hes at least less of a dick now. she went to walk spoon after therapy(sorry ortega) and was pleasantly surprised to find that chens quiet, more contemplative nature did well to calm her, especially since shes just a rowdy person in general. when she found out chen was gay and jealous of her, though,,,,, well, all i can say is rip chen because cecilia would never let him live that one down. i can imagine she teases him mercilessly about getting him and ortega together. chen will never know a moments peace again

and then there is, of course, argent. cecilia didnt care much for her during rebirth, up until the gala fight, where they fought eachother for the first time. she fought her fairly in the sewers and ended up enjoying it, even though argent stole her cape. from that point on, she looked forward to their fights just as much as argent did. in the bridge, she was very pleased to know that the flirting was reciprocated, and that kiss as she was very probably about to die did wonders for her heart rate. same with getting choked in the HQ. she had ample time to stop argent before it happened btw, she was just curious and then faced the consequences of her own actions lmfao

all that said, most of it was just cecilia finding her hot. she didnt really start being drawn to argent until the casino. the regenerator was the first time cecilia saw real desperation in her, a want that made her think, for once, maybe somebody could understand her. that somebody could relate to the constant feeling of need gnawing away at her. and of course, because this is cecilia, she made the most drastic decision she could think of to confirm it– she took her chances and revealed her tattoos, and herself, to argent. she had no qualms taking the subsequent consequences, and was very happy to know that the worst she suffered was a swollen lip(one that shed use to torment ortega later on anyway)

i cant explain it very well but argent and cecilia make me so jdjjjdjkkkkdj yk. theyre so similar. theyre both so stubborn, moving on from things without a second glance, because if they didnt theyd drown in it. they dont regret (most) of their actions. and most importantly to me, they can become very soft when it comes to the people they care about. cecilia is more open about it since she has more people she trusts with that part of herself, and she extends that to argent. sure she loves to flirt and tease, but shes unabashedly honest when it comes to what she feels. she accepts most things that comes her way, and the things she doesnt she isnt afraid to speak her mind about. and maybe thats what gets her on argents couch, stealing chocolate eclairs from eachother and watching sappy 70s movies. either way, shes quite happy with where she ended up.

or, shes happy at least until the crash. her canon run is a revealed ending. all of the relationships that shes built over the past few months? gone, just like that. everything shes ever wanted, everything she got, was stripped away from her a second time, which was Not fun for her hunger scar ass. she has no idea what she'll do, and shes terrified of the farm coming to take her in. for once, she regrets everything, all her actions leading up to this moment. but what can she do? theres nothing left for her, and once the farm gets her, theres going to be less than nothing.

argent saving her is probably the best thing that ever happened to her. both because she wont have to go back to the farm, and also because its a quiet confirmation that she hasnt lost everything. That she still had people she could trust. everyone else would be a long and difficult task of mending and rebuilding. but then again, when has she ever shyed away from the long and the difficult?

doing the hard thing has always been what she does best

#fhr #sidestep #cecilia rider #interactive fiction game so good it got me writing 10 paragraphs analysis posts #and wasting over 80% of my phone battery #anyway did you know cecilia isnt my favourite sidestep?#and there are still facets that i havent talked about in this post #i love cecilia #my favourite lesbian herbo

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