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Tom Saves The World
Everyone knows that it’s super-heroes who save the world. They fight the aliens, or the monsters, or the bad guys. And mostly, that’s true.
But not always.
I’m a psychic. The thing is, my range isn’t that great. I don’t have much detail more than about 36 hours out, 48 for something really big. I’d had a nebulous sort of bad feeling for about a week before this one finally hit, and it was big. Something very tough and very supernatural was going to come up out of the harbor of Nova Roma, and the death-toll was going to be high. Crazy high.
I did all I could. I told the Unaligned Supers Job Placement Agency, and they put the word out to everyone on both sides of the Line. The Henchman’s Union don’t like natural disasters any more than anyone else, and they’re often quite helpful against eldritch horrors and stuff like that. Things that don’t hire henchmen and ruin the property values.
The trouble was, nobody big was around. The only really big team of heavy hitters on the West Coast were away dealing with some sort of doomsday cult - I never was clear on what that was about - and Guarde and Dog Fox were out of touch and even Mx Frantique was out of town at someone’s wedding. It was going to happen in less than two days and we couldn’t find anyone to help and I was seriously considering calling in some kind of bomb threat or something to get people away from the docks, at least.
And then, about eighteen hours out, it just… went away.
Which never, ever happens.
My powers might be short range, but they’re reliable. I don’t get stuff wrong, and I hadn’t been able to find any way to prevent what was going to happen, or even been able to identify anyone who could. But someone did. Someone had done something to stop the threat, something that happened literally while I was opening my car door. When I reached for the handle, thousands of people were going to die. By the time the door was open, there was no threat at all.
At first I thought it must have been a ranged thing. Like, whatever I’d been seeing (all those teeth, I saw them in nightmares for months after) had been distracted by something tasty on its way here and gotten off track, that it’d come up somewhere up or down the coast. My range isn’t that big, either. Anything outside about thirty miles might as well be on Mars for all I know about it. So we kept a watch out, and warned the chapters of the Union and the Agency in other cities.
But nothing happened. Nothing at all. I couldn’t explain it, and I was really unpopular for a while. Supers do NOT like people who cry wolf. There’s enough freaky shit we have to deal with without someone panicking everyone with a dire prophecy that fizzles out.
Thank all the gods that Tunny showed up. Nobody’s really sure what Tunny actually is - sentient fish creature, some kind of really mutated human, an alien, or what. She changes her story a lot. But she’s pretty friendly, especially for a twenty-foot-long horror-movie-mermaid-thing with four arms, so when she came into harbor to pick up some supplies a guy from the Agency went out to tell her what I’d seen. I’d gotten a wharf and dock number, so she went down to check.
I don’t think anyone had ever seen Tunny scared before. Her English wasn’t good enough to really explain what she’d found hibernating down there, but it was something very old and very powerful and very dangerous, and if it’d been woken up my vision would just have been the start of the crisis.
She rounded up a bunch of whales to help her move it, once she was sure it hadn’t been agitated and wasn’t likely to rouse if moved carefully. They towed it out before dawn, not wanting to scare the civilians, and when I saw the footage from the helicopter the Union sent up, when I saw how big the swell was, how many whales were pulling, I swear I nearly crapped myself. No wonder I’d been getting hints a week in advance. Somehow we dumbass humans had built a whole fucking city almost on top of some kind of Ancient Old… THING, and eroded the sea-bottom until it was exposed, and if someone hadn’t done whatever it was we’d all have been dead long before Tunny arrived. And not just all as in ‘all of Nova Roma’, it could have taken out half of the continent... or all of it.
It took me years to find out what happened. YEARS. It turned into a kind of hobby, tracking everything that might possibly have come into contact with Wharf 38 on that particular day.
And what I found, eventually, was a city employee named Thomas Briggs.
I’d found out early on that 38 wasn’t in good repair. Not that bad, but not great. It was old, things were getting a bit saggy in a few places, but there’d been no sign that anything was likely to fall off on the day. It had sat there for a couple of years after the crisis that never happened,, doing its job without problems then been rebuilt without any drama at all.
Entirely, completely, and totally because of Thomas Briggs.
The story, when I finally pieced it together, went like this.
There’d been some project or other to build some sort of high-budget science project over on the other side of the harbor, hanging it off’ve Pier 8, the furthest out on that side. Something about tracking sea-life or ships or something. My conversational English is near perfect, I’ve been here for years, but I don’t speak science nerd in ANY language. It’d all been approved, some university was covering most of the cost, it was all gonna be fine. And it was gonna be over on 8 because that side of the harbor is the shallow end. It’s where the sailboats go. All the big stuff that would block visual sensors and deafen the thing with engine noise was over in the thirties, in the real deep water.
They were almost ready to install the thing when a bunch of rich dudes suddenly got their panties in a bunch over having a big sciency tower thing ruining the view from their yachts, and tried to get it moved.
To, and I’m sure you guessed this, Wharf 38.
Which was completely insane. It wouldn’t be able to do its job over there, it’d be way more in the way, and (although they couldn’t have known it) the installation would definitely have woken up the Thing sleeping by the wharf and we all would have died. But rich dudes with yachts don’t care about that stuff. They’d bitched out and bribed up their friends on the city council, and those friends had done their thing, and the scientists had been left in the dark, and it’d almost gone through. They’d figured to install it right away, so that when the science guys found out it’d be too late and they’d either have to pay a lot to move it or just use it where it was.
Enter Thomas Briggs.
Mr Briggs, Tom to his friends, didn’t give a crap about the yachts or the science. He was a senior money guy for the commercial wharfs, the one who figured out things like how much money they’d take in in a quarter, and what the repair budget should be, stuff like that. He found out about this thing two days before the disaster would have happened, and sat down and did the math.
Then he sent out an email to the guys trying to push this through, and he ripped into them like they’d threatened to knife his mother. I got my hands on that email, and I didn’t understand a lot of it any more than the council guys would have. It was ALL numbers. But at the top he wrote it out in plain English. Pier 8 was new, and rated to handle the weight of the thingy. Wharf 38 was going to be scrapped in a few years, and it was NOT rated for that kind of structure. Pier 8 had plenty of room around it. Wharf 38 was already a tight fit for the big commercial ships, and adding a structure sticking out on one side would block off at least half of the wharf to those ships completely.
Bottom line, putting the thing on Wharf 38 would cost the city hundreds of thousands of dollars more per year than putting it on 8, AND the city would have to eat the cost if 38 collapsed under it which it could easily do, AND the city would have to pay to move it in a couple of years anyway when 38 was due to be rebuilt.
And he cc-ed every important person he had an email address for, including the mayor, the anti-corruption people, and several reporters.
He must have sent that email right when I was opening my car door.
The whole plan collapsed right there, and some people got fired. There was no news story because the whole plan got killed before the reporters even got to the right office. The installation was started on Wharf 8 a few weeks later and I never connected it to a commercial wharf on the other side of the harbor.
One email, and a man who I never could have located in time, a man who had no powers at all, a man who was just conscientiously doing his job looking after the city’s money saved the city, and the continent, and maybe even the world.
Who could have predicted that? Not me, that’s for damn sure.
I can’t deny that I went home and got drunk off my ass that night. Just thinking about how close that had been made my hands shake. One man. One honest man who’d done the math.
I put the word out, once the hangover wore off. What had happened. That Thomas Briggs was the reason we were all alive and everyone better make his life real nice from now on, because he’d done what none of us could do and nobody but the supers would ever even know it.
He’s got a lot of luck coming to him, I can tell you. We don’t forget debts like that.
And I knew that’d freak him out, because honest men don’t like it when people start doing them a lot of favors for no apparent reason, so I tracked him down at the little bar where he likes to have a quiet beer on Friday nights before he goes home. Hell, I was the one who’d gone through it all, back then. I should get to tell him.
I sat down beside him at the bar and looked at him. I saw a thin, small, balding man who looked like he worried too much and didn’t get enough sleep, with lines around his eyes. Yeah, he looked like a man who’d do the math. “Thomas Briggs?”
He blinked at me through his glasses. “Yes? Do I know you?”
“No, you don’t. My name’s Barkhado Omar, and I’ve been looking for you for a long time.” I offered him my hand and he shook it, still looking confused. Which was fair, ‘cause I doubt a lot of seven foot tall Somali women came up to him in bars even when he was young. He’s got to be close to retirement now.
He frowned. “Looking for me? Why?”
I smiled at him. “Tom, let me buy you a drink and tell you about the day you saved the world.”
It’s usually us who save the city, or the world. We have all the intel, all the advantages, all the powers.
But sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it’s someone like Tom Briggs, doing the right thing at the right time and never knowing that he changed the course of history.
Wild, huh?
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This story is a direct result of me and my ex chatting about how different the entire Marvel Universe would have been if Jean’s first ‘resurrection’ - being found in a life pod under a wharf, IIRC - had happened at like... any other time. Earlier. Later. It would have changed SO MUCH.
And we speculated about how it could happen, how someone just puttering around in middle management might have unknowingly saved countless lives, prevented Madelyne’s corruption, the legacy virus, all of it, just by postponing that particular set of repairs a bit longer.... and I couldn’t resist writing a version of the story in which Tom does, in fact, save the world.
#short fiction#dyce's supers universe#comics inspired#sometimes something just goes right#horseshoe repair
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One Night in Roma
Pairing: JoeXFemReader
Request: I know you're writing a fic for Joseph and maybe after today's new photos you can write something about a drunk Joseph in Italy...like in the chair in the back
I won't lie. I jumped to this request because the words just came and I rolled with it. Hope you enjoy!
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You stood on the roof, gazing out over the city below you. You had brought you to Italy multiple times but the beauty of the country never failed to leave you in awe. The sounds of casual conversation, ice clinking in glasses, and music playing hummed in your ears. You swayed softly to the beat of the music, losing yourself to the moment completely before turning around, your eyes finding your favorite guy.
Joe was off chatting to his friends and you could tell he was fairly drunk by this point. He’d been enjoying this vacation to its fullest and you were glad. He’d been working so hard lately, bouncing from con to con meeting his fans, and he was beginning to shoot the Gladiator sequel shortly so that wasn’t going to end anytime soon. Your man was tired. It filled your heart with joy to see him so relaxed, leaning back against the parapet, cigarette in one hand, drink in the other, a wide smile lighting up his face, creating those little crinkles next to his eyes that you loved so damn much.
He caught you watching him and winked, raising his hand and beckoning you over, “Hey darling, come here.”
You made your way over, smoothing down your skirt as you approached. Joe took your hand, pulling you to him until you stood between his legs, pressed against his chest. His friends chuckled and walked away, joining another small group. Joe’s hand came to rest on your hip as he nuzzled his nose against your hair, inhaling deeply.
“Mmm…you smell delish,” he rumbled, fingers kneading your hip, his nose now moving along your ear and down your neck. You gasped when his tongue flattened against your throat, licking from the base to your chin. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
“Joe…” Your brain was telling you that you were surrounded by a bunch of onlookers, your body didn’t give a shit, and you were struggling to protest. “You’re drunk, baby.”
“I most certainly am,” he agreed, pulling back and booping your nose with his finger, that throaty giggle bubbling out of him and you couldn’t help but join in. The man’s laugh was so infectious. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want, darling.”
“Baby, your friends are all around us,” you whispered.
“My friends aren’t down there.” Joe looked over his shoulder, down off the side of the balcony, where there were two chairs on a lower level. Down far enough to be out of eyesight but not earshot. His hand slid from your hip to your lower back as his lips came next to your ear again. “Do you think you can be quiet for me, love?”
“Joe, I don’t know,” you replied, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as you glanced down at the sitting area.
“My pretty girl…” Joe crooned, jutting his lower lip out, those soft, puppy dog eyes begging you as he took your hand, bringing it to his crotch, his erection already straining against his slacks. “Look at what you do to me, love. I need you.”
You groaned softly, “Joseph, stop giving me those eyes.”
“What eyes?” he asked innocently, smirking because he knew he had you now.
He grabbed your hand, leading you along the edge of the balcony to a small set of stairs that led down to the sitting area. You glanced around but none of the others were paying attention, lost in their own conversations, many of them drunk, dancing, not caring what you and Joe were doing.
“Come here,” Joe growled, flopping back into the chair, pulling you onto his lap.
You maneuvered your legs under the arms so they hung on either side. Joe’s large hands covered your face, pulling your lips to his. His tongue danced along yours before he pulled your lower lip between his own, gently sucking. His hands were roaming now, sliding down your back and under your top, over your rib cage. His fingers danced over your skin until he covered each breast with one his hands, thumbs teasing your nipples over the flimsy lace until you uttered a low moan, his mouth swallowing the sound.
All thoughts of the other guests upstairs vanished from your mind,
your hips rolling over his. His erection pressed against your center and now you were whimpering, hands gripping his shoulders, needing this just as much as he did. You felt the growl in his chest as he took one nipple in each hand, pinching and pulling until you pulled away from his mouth, biting down on your own lip to keep from crying out.
“This skirt was a bloody good idea,” Joe hissed, hands now on your knees, pushing the gauzy fabric slowly along your thighs. “Fuck, the person who invented these things is a damn genius. Easy access.” He traced his fingers over the front of your panties and you choked out a gasp. “Mmm…so wet already. Shit, I want to taste you but that might have to wait until later.” One hand teased, thumb running over your clit through the satin underwear as the other gripped the back of your back.
“Jesus, Joe,” you muttered, hips rocking against him as his fingers slid past your underwear. His thumb brushed along your sensitive little bud and you buried your face in his neck, smothering the sounds you couldn’t control. You never could when Joe was touching you. Your hips bucked harder and he groaned deeply.
“That’s so fucking good, darling,” he whispered, “keep going.”
You needed no encouragement, your body aching for release as Joe kept your pleasure building, your pussy pulsing in anticipation of release. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back and his tongue traced a path from the base of your throat to your mouth before his lips claimed yours again. He sensed how close you were and slowed his thumb, now making lazy circles.
“Joe…baby…please…” you pleaded, gasping, grinding yourself against his hand, his erection, seeking out a way to relieve the tension within you, wound tighter than a clock.
“Does my beautiful girl need to come?” he asked.
“Yes. Jesus Christ, yes. Please,” you whispered, struggling to remind yourself that you needed to be quiet. His thumb picked up its pace and then he flicked your clit and you cried out, eyes closing.
“Must be quiet darling,” Joe mused, enjoying how out of control you were becoming at his touch. He yanked on your hair again. “If you want to come, you need to open those lovely eyes. I want to see you.”
You struggled to follow his command, opening your eyes and the intensity with which he was looking at you was enough to send you over the edge. Joe anticipated it and covered your mouth with his, swallowing your screams of pleasure as your body shuddered, his thumb never ceasing, working you through as you tumbled off the edge, coming completely undone.
“Good girl,” he praised, tongue running gently over your lower lip. “Can you stand up for me, darling?”
You nodded, legs shaking as you gripped the arms of the chair, slowly making your way to your feet. Joe watched you, undoing his pants and sliding them and his boxers down his legs just enough, his length now on full display. You went to get on your knees, assuming that’s what he wanted but he held up a finger, shaking it and his head before spinning his finger.
“No darling, turn around.”
You did, your legs almost giving out but he grabbed onto your hips, steadying you. Joe slid your skirt up to your hips, pulling you back onto him, his cock slipping inside you slowly. You moaned as he bottomed out, your ass nestled snug against his hips. Nothing ever felt the way this did, Joe filling you up, stretching you completely, fitting inside you like his cock had been molded for you.
“Shit darling…your pussy is fucking perfect,” he growled against your ear, hands slipping under your shirt again, cupping your breasts as he pressed his hips up into you and your eyes rolled back, head falling against his shoulder.
You grabbed onto the arms of the chair, using it as leverage as you lifted your body and lowered it again, riding his cock. You relished the soft grunts and groans he released against your neck, his teeth nibbling the tender flesh there. When you took his full length in again, you rotated your hips, gasping as he hit all the right places within you.
“Fuck, my pretty girl,” Joe hissed, “keep doing that. So good…”
You didn’t need telling twice. It was so fucking good. Joe kept one hand on your breast, teasing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand traveled down along your stomach, under your skirt and back to your clit. You had no control, over stimulated, lost in the intense sensation throbbing through your body. The minute his finger brushed your clit, you cried out and his hand that had been teasing your breast clapped over your mouth.
“Darling, don’t want us caught,” he reminded, groaning deeply as he rocked his hips, matching your rhythm, his finger brushing over your clit, alternating between back and forth movements and circles until you were mewling, back arching, completely undone. “Gonna come for me again, love? Yeah, you are. Come on, beautiful. Be a good girl for me and come all over my cock.”
You shrieked against his hand, back arching, body rigidly shaking as Joe kept hold of you, keeping you from slipping down off of him. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped onto the chair for dear life before collapsing against him.
“That’s my girl,” he hummed, both hands grabbing onto your hips as he thrust up into you hard and fast. His breathing picked up, low grunts rising out of him before his fingertips dig in hard and you felt him fill you. “Fuck…Shit…”
You melted into him, your body refusing to cooperate. Joe’s arms came around you, holding you against him, his lips pressing against your shoulder, your neck, your cheek. Your head rolled and you wondered how in the hell you were going to get up. Just sitting here, nestled against Joe, sounded perfect right now. Your legs had lost all function.
“You are so fucking amazing, darling,” Joe growled, nipping at your earlobe. “Jesus Christ, I love you.”
“I love you,” you gasped quietly, “but I can’t walk Joe.”
A laugh rumbled in his chest, “Then I did my job.”
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Hello! Do you have any tips for a scent layering routine and how to always smell clean and fresh? Thank you!
Hi love! Sharing some tips below. Hope these help xx
Scent Layering Tips:
Remember your routine starts in the shower. Use fragrance-free body wash/lotion if you want to ensure they don't mix with any perfume/fragrance mists. Otherwise, test to see whether your favorite scented body wash/lotions complement each other/work together to create your desired scent.
Apply scents from the heaviest to the lightest. Apply your heady perfumes (musky, deeper, spicier, and richer-smelling scents) before your lighter fragrances (brighter floral or citrus scents). Typically, bolder perfume scents have more dynamic and/or deeper base notes (the notes that last on the skin for the longest skin [4-6 hours -once the perfume has "dried down"]. Popular base notes include vanilla, oud, musk, patchouli, sandalwood, cedarwood) and can have common heart notes [actualize around 20-60 minutes after spraying the perfume after the top notes, or initial scent, starts to fade]. Some common heart/middle perfume notes include jasmine, rose, cinnamon, geranium, lavender, black pepper, pine, and lemongrass.
When in doubt, layer two perfumes (and/or scented body products) with the same/overlapping base and/or heart notes. Think a vanilla-scented body lotion with a vanilla-based perfume or scents with vanilla-jasmine notes like Valentino Donna Born in Roma EDP layered with Versace Crystal Noir.
Don't layer two heavy scents together. Think of scents like Tom Ford Black Orchid and Mugler Alien paired together. When combined the smell can be overwhelming and give you a headache. Huda Beauty created a great fragrance scent layering guide (in the hyperlink).
How To Smell Fresh All Day Long:
Shower daily with soap and water under your arms, behind, and on the bikini area (only use water on the inside/your vulva)
Moisturize your skin daily (body hands, face)
Brush your teeth twice a day. Floss at least once a day. Keep a disposable toothbrush or at least some breath mints handy for use throughout the day if needed
Apply an antiperspirant deodorant every morning/before any activity where you think you'll be sweating. Carry around a mini one in your work bag or if you have room for one in your purse if out for several hours at a time on a hot day
Have feminine hygiene wipes and wet wipes on hand to cleanse the downstairs regions as needed
Keep some cleansing wipes/spray to refresh your body/face if you're in a hot/humid climate or are prone to sweating (I like the Pacifica Coconut Milk & Essential Oils Underarm Deodorant Wipes and Evian Facial Spray to freshen up throughout the day)
Change any liners/pads/tampons every 3-4 hours when not asleep
Wear underwear with a cotton gusset daily (lingerie is the exception)
Change your underwear and socks throughout the day
Ensure you're washing your towels and pillowcases at least once a week
Choose breathable fabrics (linen, bamboo, cotton, Tencel, silk, merino wool) in the hot/humid weather or if you're worried about sweating
Keep a rollerball of your go-to perfume to freshen up on your pulse points if needed throughout the day/night
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can you pls write something about roman seeing baby jr as a newborn in the affair!au
Roman's fucking terrified. His kid isn't his kid and she came out too fucking early. He can't see her - he wants to rip his teeth and push dirt into his gums. Maybe then he'd feel better.
"Roman, you have to stop calling for now-"
"I'm coming. I love you. Don't be a fucking Mommy Bitch. Bye."
He hangs up, rolling his neck. He watches an old video of him and Baby, then emails something to Mencken's team. He sits with knees apart during the car.
Roman's come before, the first time seeing his daughter perfect in how scared and pissy in her being too tiny and needing fucking tubes to breathe.
He chokes and rolls the windows down. She's got his nose, she's okay to be picked up now - but every time he's forced to go home because he's not grey-haired Daddy...he can't sleep. He's getting twitchy and Shiv was pretty sure he was speaking Chinese at one point. She can't die without him there - that's a fucking insane thought, what the fuck? Why did that pop in?
But Roman's sure she'd get fat and not nicu-esque with him there.
"Where's my kid?"
"Roman. You can't just greet a room like tha-"
"Why isn't she here?"
She doesn't have to be in the nicu anymore, he came here to hold her. Where is she?
"They took her for some tests-"
He puts a hand on his hip, another raising up.
"Why? Fucking - why aren't you there? Why does she need fucking tests? You didn't call me?"
"They're routine tests. She's alright. They'll be bringing her back soon."
Roman gets shifty with his head movements and pinches his nose before letting go. Fine. Whatever. He should tell Dad they've been sharing vagina just to punish Baby.
"Roman, come here."
Roman listens, because it's her. Fine. Whatever. He comes into the hospital bed at her side, it's almost a hard landing.
"How was Dad today?"
"He's coming to visit later."
Roman's pretty sure he's gonna be better at this than Logan, that and the vagina holding. He peeks at the tiles.
"I deserve a blowie right now, unzip. You're probably lying to soothe me, so I'm betting we have some time before they bring the kid back he-"
There's a rolling of wheels and a smiling nurse - their daughter in that fucking glass cage. It makes Roman stand immediately, sick at the instant sight of her like that.
"She's all done and perfect. An a-student already, I'll just transfer her to the other crib-"
"Give her to me."
The nurse's face goes still. They blink an up and down at Roman.
"Are you a relati-"
"You hand babies over to the relevant people who ask. Scrubs don't equate to entitlement, Roberta. Give her to me."
Baby closes her eyes. The nurse sighs and takes his daughter, a bit chubbier - not enough, out of the crib and into his arms. They leave and Roman takes her in.
Fuck.
"She's doing good in weight, I know I've been updating, but you can feel it with every cuddle. Right?"
Roman doesn't say anything with her head to his nose. He doesn't smell that baby smell that's too specific. It's weird, but perfect. Baby watches him and guilt is on her skin, but she won't tell him that - not until he'll want to hurt her for doing to him. He will, even if it's not Roman-like to throw guilt at her.
A daughter so perfect will make anybody do anything.
"...I'm staying here tonight."
"Roma-"
"Dad's not gonna fucking visit. He's a great sort a Dad...I would know, I'm not gonna complain - but she didn't die, so he's not gonna make the daily check-up a priority. I'm staying here tonight. Don't fucking deny me."
Panic eats at his stomach. Roman fucking hates it, he doesn't get it and he wants to fist everything he doesn't get because he's thinking of his baby getting skinny and freaky-looking like sick babies do. That she's gonna die and he won't be there. Roman doesn't know why he's thinking of this, but it's hurting him.
"Please."
He feels pathetic in the begging, but he has to stay here so she can follow his breathing. He's been reading up on how babies learn and it's always very mimicky.
"...They'll wonder why you're setting a cot up here when you're her brother-"
"Shut the fuck up."
Roman murmurs it against his tiny, tiny baby's head. She's the most perfect thing he's ever seen and he wants to throw up. He fucking hates this panic and boiling...like what daddies feel. All of it without the damn name on his tag.
"I don't want to love her."
Baby's face softens, her hands twist.
"What?"
"You should've told me she was Dad's. I want to break my throat at the way I feel - you've given me nothing but a baby I can't see? And you what me? You're not stupid, you should know."
Roman, so slowly, careful in his terror and love, comes to sit on the ground with his and her's bundled baby.
"You should've told me she was Dad's if you wanted me to be pissy and just pissy about this. You don't me clean and squeaky when it comes to this."
"Okay."
Roman's brow twitches at a baby noise in his arms. His heart beats faster.
"Do you hear me?"
"Okay. I know."
And she does. Baby accepts it with a lean over, hand through his hair. No matter what, Roman will accept a touch from her too.
It's why he'll accept this hand you given him, if it means he can forget. Just for a little bit, with every soft rock and stare at his baby.
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Romana: *Carries a basket, then freezes*
Yanqing: *Hurries towards her* Ms Romana!
Romana: *Tosses the basket at him, her eyes wide as she bolted*
Yanquing: *Runs after her startled* Wait!!
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Sharptooth: *Snarls, his teeth bared*
Jing Yuan: I suggest you stand down
Sharptooth: *Looks away, perking up*
Jing Yuan: *Looks over, his eyes widening*
Romana: *Stares in shock*
Jing Yuan: *Steps towards her* Romana-
Romana: *Stiffens, stepping back* YOU STAY AWAY!!!
Jing Yuan: *Freezes startled* Roma?
Romana: I WON'T GO BACK!! I REFUSE TO ENDURE THAT TORTURE ANY LONGER!!
Romana: SHARPTOOTH!!
Sharptooth: *Leaps forward Romana leaping onto his back as he rushed past*
Romana: *Grips his fur, her hair flying behind her*
Sharptooth: *Yelps as a sword tripped him, sending Romana flying off his back*
Yanqing: *Hurries over* Sorry! I didn't mean to!
Romana: *Tumbles away to a stop, her hair messy from the mud* Ah...I can't...I can't go back....I don't wan-
???: *Lifts Romana up and hugs her*
Jing Yuan: I told you to share what you were feeling with me, not run away like this...you promised me..
Romana: *Stares starting to tremble*
Jing Yuan: You can tell me what happened, what's going on, Roma....
Romana: *Wails, tears falling down her cheeks* He killed him! Cheshire is gone!!!
Jing Yuan: I'm sorry...
Romana: He punished me for not doing what he said! I couldn't take it!
Jing Yuan: *Tightens his arms around her* Alright....it's gonna be okay, let's go home...
Romana: What-
Jing Yuan: Not your old home, OUR home, I'll take care of your cousin....
Romana: *Closes her eyes tears falling down her cheeks*
Yanqing: What do we do with the wolf, general?
Jing Yuan: *Lifts Romana up, carrying her* Let him go, he didn't harm her and right now we have a problem to deal with....
Yanqing: Alright!
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Romana: *Opens her eyes then quickly sits up*
???: You're awake!
Yanqing: The general is taking care of something, he said you rest!
Romana: *Blinks then looks down*
Yanqing: The general really loves you, he didn't sleep for a week and did work all tired out....
Romana: He what...
Yanqing: He almost collapsed on the way back, he still hasn't gotten any sleep
???: Yanqing
Yanqing: Ah! General!
Jing Yuan: *Smiles in amusement, dark bags under his eyes*
Romans: Jing-
Jing Yuan: *Lays her down, pulling the blanket over her* Sleep, it's fine now
Romans: *Sighs, her eyes closing*
Yanqing: General-
Jing Yuan: He's been arrested....we'll take care of it in the morning
Yanqing: *Nods* Understood!
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The Concierge meets the King (Part 8)
After having met Mister Papyrus, you didn’t think you’d meet anyone taller than him. For a brief moment, there is a thought that perhaps he wouldn’t have been comfortable in his room - after all, they were not built with 8 foot men, or women, in mind. Although there was Ernest...
The sound of large, thumping footsteps reaches you before a long shadow does, drawing your attention up and off the kitchen reports.
Two equally tall monsters, their horns and hair nearly brushing the chandeliers hanging above the lobby. Unlike the rest of your guests, they clearly radiate danger. In particular the woman who would not look out of place among the Ruska Roma. The man, meanwhile, clearly had expensive tastes, tufts of white fur peeking out from under his luxurious outfit that looked right at home in the elegant lobby.
“Welcome to the Continental, how may I help?��� You slide the documents under the counter just in time to repeat your time-worn greeting.
The woman, blue of scale, red of hair, with one hawk-like gold eye that isn’t covered by a leather eye patch, only scoffs, baring her sharp teeth in a grimace at you. But she does not speak, remaining one step behind the man at all times. Ah, the bodyguard.
The man, however, speaks in a tone much softer than his appearance belies. “I am King Asgore,” he inclines his head regally, still looking down his snout at you, though not in a belittling fashion. “The Manager is expecting me.”
Straight to the point.
“Indeed,” you nod, hands now folded in front of your belly. You ignore the way the woman seems to glare at your hands, her lip curled in obvious disgust. “Shall I announce you?”
“Please.”
It is an interesting juxtaposition to you - the regal and polite king accompanied by his feral guard dog. Perhaps you’re being uncharitable; for all the woman’s glares, she hasn’t said a word.
You only take your eyes off them long enough to pick up the phone and dial a familiar number. Entirely unnecessary, but you do it out of politeness. “Ma’am, King Asgore and his entourage are here to see you.”
A quiet response comes, more somber than when you had announced the young but old Frisk’s presence. “Yes, thank you. I will be down shortly.”
“Of course.” Click goes the receiver down on its cradle and you look up at King Asgore and his Captain. “Please allow me to show you to the lounge, Your Highness, Miss Undyne.”
“’s Captain Undyne to you, punk,” the woman growls, her claws denting the fabric over her hips where she holds one arm akimbo.
Well well. You only tilt your head slightly, lips in a neutral flat, dead eyes flicking up to her furious one and say evenly, “My apologies, Captain Undyne.”
Undyne’s lip only curls further in apparent disgust as you meet her gaze. Though she looks as if she wished to say more, a quick glance from the King stops her in her tracks, and she looks down and to the side, her lips pursed as if she wanted to spit.
“My apologies for my Captain’s behaviour,” King Asgore sighs and shakes his head. “Please, do not take offence to her brusque behaviour. She is...not used to humans.”
That is clearly an understatement. Your face only ever flexes into a polite, neutral expression. “No apologies necessary, Your Highness,” you say as you extend your arm in the direction of the stairs. “Allow me to show you to the Lounge.”
As much as you detested putting your back to the monster King and his Captain, you must. Propriety demands it. But it doesn’t stop the hairs on the back of your covered neck from raising at the feel of a sharp look appraising you from head to toe. It lasts only as long as it takes to round into the Lounge, where the young but old Frisk is seated at the bar, nursing a tall mocktail and ripping a napkin to shreds.
Your bartender only raises her gaze long enough to acknowledge you and your guests as you draw close. “Please, make yourselves comfortable. The Manager will be along shortly,” you say this as you bow to the King, and by extension Undyne, folding your hands neatly over your belly as you straighten.
“Thank you for your kind hospitality,” the King responds with all the gentle regality in the world, his dark eyes warm. Oh, how you distrust that warmth.
And yet you can only nod, bow once more, and leave the way you came. Watching out of the corner of your eye as the King and Undyne greet Frisk like an old friend, as Frisk seemed to put on a mask as they greet both monsters back. How curious that the beloved ambassador did not seem to trust both monsters as much as the monsters did them.
Very curious indeed.
#undertale fics#mafiafell au#mafiafell sans x reader#mafiafell undyne#mafiafell asgore#mafiafell frisk#ficlet#the concierge#drabble
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5 for the ask game?
Warning for uncomfortable teeth discussion and teeth drawings.
After all these years... I've finally finished it. WE'RE TALKING ABOUT GHOUL TEETH! The amount of time I've spent on this really makes it feel weird but the longer I dwell on that the more it actually is, so without further ado.
(The numbering system was mostly for my own convenience when trying not to lose these pictures that all look the same at first glance, but I kind of adapted to it as I was writing this.)
A1 is a pair of human teeth drawn by yours truly. The cuspids will typically be a bit duller, but otherwise these are pretty average, if poorly drawn. These will be your point of reference because pointy teeth can look normal when not compared to how genuinely flat our teeth are.
Now we have B1, this is the mostly widely recognized kind of ghoul teeth, used in scary propaganda and horror films, very vampire-esq. Sharper cuspids, slightly slimmer teeth, but difficult to distinguish if you're just walking past, or even taking a good look without a point of reference.
Some ghouls with noticeable B1's include the Kirishimas, Itori, Nishiki, Donato, Yumitsu, and Tatara.
But! Here's the thing, there's actually two kinds of common ghoul teeth and this one's actually found with less frequency than the other kind,
B2, almost all the teeth are more pointed than the human counterpart, but typically a bit more dulled than this example.
Some ghouls with noticeable B2's are Naki, Kanae, Irimi, Koma, Hinami, Roma, Miza and Shikorae.
Now we've dealt with the fun art stuff, time to get into the technical nonsense that I frankly know too little about dental functions to speak on but you cannot stop me with anything short of death itself. Proceeding! (There will be more fun art stuff further down)
The public is vaguely aware that there are actually two kinds of teeth distinctions that ghouls can have but it's more of an obscure trivia bit than common knowledge unless you work for the CCG, "You can tell an octopi's gender by whether or not it has suckers on the third arm to the right." type of factoid.
Shirazu was actually pulled aside by investigators quite a few times times before even undergoing the Quinx procedure, just because his teeth give the impression of an unfortunately noticeable B2 ghoul. They had a record of him in the office for those working in the area he used to live in, that pretty much boiled down to "He's not a ghoul, please do not attack or interrogate if encountered in the wild, he's just Some Guy."
He's built like that for the same reason he was a good candidate for the Quinx procedure.
When it comes to concealment, It's pretty common practice for ghouls to have something extremely hard to chew on in order to seem to have completely average teeth, but if that's not their thing the bolder ghoul can just go the Uta route of "It's a body modification"
But in general dentists aren't a great idea unless you're a fortunate ghoul with naturally passing teeth, and even then only in necessity. Which is why it's remarked in confusion that Hajime Hazuki's teeth are "so straight," if he were a ghoul by birth that shouldn't really be the case.
Even now they obviously posses much stronger bite forces and teeth than any human, but this is actually quite a step down from ghouls of old. When integrating themselves into human society wasn't strictly necessary outside of simplifying hunts, the best comparison I can think of is monkeys. You'll see an actually drawing of roughly that in the next part...
This series has an unfortunate amount of unethical experiments, breeding, and hybridization fuckery, and this would feel incomplete if I didn't make an attempt to acknowledge that!
First off biological half ghouls. They're kind of a toss-up, they'll never have teeth as sharp as their ghoul parent, but there's a chance they'll only get certain teeth or none at all. Eto's the prior kind, her cuspids are a little pointy but she could easily pass as entirely human. I don't want to think about Ichika for any longer than I have to so that's all you're getting.
Artificial half-ghouls, Oggai and Quinx! They don't just magically grow sharper, your human teeth stay perfectly normal but the shift happens when they're broken and have to regrow after time/reaching a high enough frame, kind of an inevitability for artificial half-ghouls because human teeth are not made for ghoul shenanigans.
Amon gained a pretty good set of B2's but Takizawa's look a little like a weird yet subtle mix. (Not every ghoul falls neatly into one category or the other, but the vast majority do.) Kurona and Nashiro both ended up with B1's, Mucchan is a B2, Shirazu is as well but there was barely a change, Urie's a B1 and Saiko's never had to regrow her teeth but she'd be a B2. Aura, Higemaru, and Suzu are B2, Hsiao and Ryuusen are B1 but whether or not this has been shown is arguable.
Kaneki's teeth remained stubbornly humanoid regardless of how many times they were removed. Back when he had his mask made, Uta took note of this as an interesting trait and that's why the zipper-teeth are such a central feature. The Oggai are similar, but they were pretty good at keeping their human teeth anyways. More about this and the fruit bastard you'll notice is lacking from the half ghouls in a little.
Now the... breeders? What would you even call these three groups. Blades, Tsukiyamas, and Washuu Clan.
The Blades aren't really interested in striving for appearances so they just have a mix of the two, mostly B2's with a couple B1's.
It gets a little more interesting for the other two.
The Tsukiyamas not only refine their ghoul traits into unique appearances, they pride themselves on those qualities and have the money to get away away with it. Their Kagunes may not be the strongest but by god do they draw the attention of the whole room in terms of unique mutations. So too are their teeth! Mirumo's are impressively noticeable B1's by themselves, but the real star is Shuu. Primarily inherited from his mother, they're one of the closest things to and old ghoul's teeth you'll find in the modern world. (Pictured bellow)
Outside of his pure influence, knack for luring in good dishes and wealth, part of the reason he's so liked at the restaurant is that he's just capable of ripping things up in a way that very few modern ghouls can. It's great fun to watch, but he rarely agrees to do so the first time around on account of his preference for actually prepared dishes and "polite" behavior, not to mention ghouls generally don't like to eat in front of others. But few are entirely immune to persuasion, and Shuu certainly isn't among them. It's quite the spectacle.
Downsides: They're kind of awkward for such a verbose person, and if he bites a little too hard he can take his tongue clean off without meaning to. It'll grow back quickly but it's definitely not fun.
Now for the Washuu garden, where the only the thing they're growing is broken kids and misogyny.
As Rize states, the more human you are the "better" you are to them, and this extends to physical appearances as well. So, even the ghouls posses pretty human-looking teeth, but for most branches there's a noteable type that tends to surface. Arimas stay impressively human so they tend to be liked, Ihei's tend to be B2s, Kaikos willingly make them as dull as possible but they lean towards B1, Souzus tend to be B1s as well, Rize's branch tends to be B1 and the Furuta branch tends to be B2.
Which brings me to my final comment, fruit! An annoyingly unique case, with the closest perhaps being Suzu, but the operation and situation is vastly different for her and 179 is not real and cannot hurt me. Anyways, I've discussed his warring RC systems at length, on account of that with the added detail of the different teeth kinds for himself and Rize, if he was to lose all of those it might look a little like this.
I speak from experience when I say that wouldn't be fun but whatever he deserves the suffering. Enjoy never being able to close your mouth entirely without some amount of discomfort Nimura, you chose this life.
That is all thank you and goodnight apologies for the wait.
#I'm so tired and I didn't even actually do anything this just felt like a lot#Anyways thanks for looking through this mess if anything I should hate all discussion of teeth because things happened#And Yet Here I am. My magnum opus of TG headcanons.#odontophobia#zeph answers questions about media/characters/ships#miscellaneous not-art things#mediocre art#tokyo ghoul#teeth
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Girl P3
Media The last Legion
Character Romulus Agustus (Age Up)
Couple Romulus X Reader
Rating Sad + Cute
Requested Anonymous asked:
Pls pls pls make a part 3 of girl with romulus it's sooooooo good ❤️
He stood at the end of the corridor, bow in hand firing his arrows down the hall to the items he found boring or uninteresting I had to stand and compliment him whenever he did hit… close to something most of the time he only ever hit the stand and podiums things sat on. He hit the podium edge making it wiggle and the priceless vase from the east giggled and toppled over onto the floor smashing with a spray of dust and shattered pottery.
"Yes!" He cheered,
"Well done your grace,"
"A perfect shot!"
"Indeed it was your grace,"
"I keep making shots like that they'll have to out me as head of the army,"
"They will your grace,"
"Humm I make another shot like that you better start getting on your knees and sucking my cock,"
"If you ask it of me, your grace,"
"You know it takes years of practice and gods given skill just to hold a bow you know," he said, "And then even more gruelling training and skills to be able to fire with any sort of competency, and even then most are not able to do such things,"
I knew what I was next to say but it did not flow as automatically as usual "It is a coward's weapon," the moment it left my mouth I realized what I had done
"What did you say?" He snapped
"Nothing your grace-"
"What did you say!" He screamed throwing his bow it splintered on the floor as he threw it with such force
"I said archery is how cowards fight," I admit
In response, he slapped my face so hard my body hit the floor "Say that again and I'll have your head girl." He said through gritted teeth "Now, What do we say."
I adjusted myself and fixed my dress as I stood, doing my best to remain composed
"Archery is how a coward fights, for you stand as far back on the battlefield as anyone, you stand back and let others fight for you, you kill men from a distance never seeing their eyes, never spilling their blood yourself, it is a coward fight, skilled I admit but cowardly none the less," I explained
"You dare call me a coward!" He yelled grabbing my dress and pinning me to the wall "I am the emperor of Roma and all of her illustrious empire, master of all her armies and her people, I am the blood of Cesar." he yelled "I AM YOUR KING!… I. am. Your god." He said dropping me hard onto the floor "You, are some shit-born peasant girl. Whom I have only given this sort of standing because I like her tits. I have given you everything you are, and this. Is how you repay my kindness. Why on earth do you feel you can talk this way to me!"
"Because you need me," I said leaning against the wall so I could sit there moving my knee up to rest my arm
"NEED YOU!" He yelled turning back to me "Why would I ever need you? You are a whore nothing more, the only thing I need you for is to jump on my cock. So go on. Humor me. Why do I need you?"
"You need me because you are cripplingly lonely. You've spent thought whole life locked up in Grand villas and Roman palaces, cuddled my nurse maids and politics teachers. And now you don't even have that. Your people despise you, your court thinks your childish, your advisors think you're a spoilt brat, and even the girls you keep as whores would rather lose their heads than spent time alone with you! Your mother is dead, your father is dead, and the only reason you are even on the throne this young is because there is literally one else who can be, everyone is busy dealing with the empire you don't know how to run and dont want to run, all while giving you some random woman off the street just to keep you from doing something stupid and causing more problems! " I yelled, "You put on this bastardly tough skill because you know inside you just a scared lonely little kid, without any family, without a single friend, because your a spoilt little asshole so scared and fearful of letting anyone in the stupid shell in case they leave you like mummy and daddy did!" I yell "So you need me! Because without me you are just scared. little boy." I took a breath as I accepted my fate, everything I had wanted to say over the year of my imprisonment came out and I knew he was going to kill me, crucify me, behead me if I was lucky enough to not be tortured to death in a thousand different ways but I didn't expect -
"Wwaaaaaaahhhhh!" tears flooded down his face as he hysterically cried like a child
"Uhhhh… are you crying?" I asked
He sat on the floor crying sniffling, gasping for breath in that way you do when you cry so badly his face was soaked from his tears and even goo from his nose as he cried
"Uhh are you okay?" I asked going over a little nervously
"Your right!" He cried
"Ohh no no it's okay"
"No, you're right! I'm just a spoilt child! And I don't have anyone I can talk to or spend time with! I'm so sorry for being a dick!" he cried pulling me into a hug
"Oh dear, no its okay you're not that much of a dick" I reassured stroking his hair
"No, I am! I'm a dick! I'm a terrible person! And everyone hates me!"
"I mean… Kinda."
"Wwaaaaaaahhhhh!"
"It's okay! It's okay now you know maybe now you can take steps to improve make things better"
"I don't like change!"
"Well nobody likes to change Romulus, but it's important to change, to grow and improve" I reassured and after a while of comforting him he settled down and wiped his tears away
"I'm sorry"
"Thank you for your apology"
"Nobody ever talked to me like that before."
"I think it was a while overdue"
"Your right, I've been a dick, everyone just didn't want to tell me"
"Well most of them were scared of you, myself included"
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you think that about me, I'm sorry for being such a cunt."
"It's alright, it's easy to see why you… turned out to be rotten"
"I want to be better."
"You do?"
"I think so, Would you help me?"
"If that's what you want Romulus."
"I think so. Would you help?"
"I'd be happy to help"
"Would you marry me?"
"Wh-what?"
"Would you marry me?"
"Uhhh why?"
"So you can be the empress, so you can fix things. I promise I won't hurt you again."
"You'll really try and be better?"
"I will"
"You won't be a dick anymore?"
"I'll try"
"You won't hurt me?"
"Never."
"Well… Okay" I nodded
"Really? After everything I've done to you"
"If your really willing to try then I'm willing to help, but you so much as call me a rude name without an apology this empress is gonna kick the emperor's royal ass."
"Thats fair" he nods giving my cheek a little kiss
#tbs smut#thomasbrodiesangster#tbs imagine#thomas sangster imagine#tbs imagines#thomas brodie sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster#tbs#thomas brodie sangster smut#thomas sangster#romulus imagine#romulus augustus#romulus smut#romulus pendragon
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Hot Knife chpt 7
descripton: You and John head out to get more answers plus argue some more which leaves you both miserable but perhaps not everything is as bad as it seems.
triggers: violence / talks of drugs / withdrawals / misogynistic slur
word count:5.8k
mini authors note: im debating not posting my fic here lol might not but if i do it will be awhile :D
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Hot Knife Chapter 7: Still I Cling On
You and Jardani sat on the subway. Your body ached as you went through the withdrawals Doc had told you you would go through. Jardani had made you promise to quit using but many times you had ended up right back here. This time would be different. You were twenty five now and had a different outlook on life.
Even more so now that you and Jardani had been together for seven years. He’d really helped you through some dark days and nights although he himself struggled at times. He just did what felt right and somehow, it was always right. You laid your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you.
Your boyfriend was taking you out but you still had no clue where and every time you asked he smiled a huge smile showing off his teeth. He wouldn't tell you and while you hated surprises you knew Jardani would never do anything to upset you. Most of the time you could get it out of him but not this time.
He had woken you up and you were pissed at first. Withdrawals sucked. Your body ached and shook and all you really wanted to do was snuggle up with him in bed until you couldn't take it and kicked him out of the bed. Why wouldn't he let you sleep through it? Asshole.
The irritability you felt at the feeling of him shaking you awake was enough for you to almost throw the lamp on your bedside table at him. Jardani was healthier though and caught your wrist. He had a surprise. You'd think he’d tell you what it was, considering how you already hated surprises and were in discomfort, but no. You were getting too depressed, another symptom of withdrawals.
Jardani wanted you to get out of the apartment and as much as you wanted to hit him for disrupting your small moments of relief, he was too cute. Despite your shaking and sweating he dragged you out of bed and onto public transportation as his car had been destroyed, once again.
You looked like death; pale, chapped lips covered in chapstick, horrible bags under your eyes, sweating like crazy in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt. People stared and you stared right back until they looked away. Some people were way too bold, if only they knew how dangerous the strange couple they stared at was.
“How much longer?” You croaked out in Belarussian.
“Almost there baby.” He responded in Russian.
You rolled your eyes. Jardani would never speak his native language, opting for the more commonly used language at the theater, Russian. When you first met him, Belarusian, Ukrainian and English were all you spoke but everyone was taught multiple different languages. Your boyfriend didn’t care for his life before Roma Ruska took him in.
You didn’t blame him but you wished he’d talk to you in the language you loved most. That was what you shared. He was stubborn though and only would during his most serious and intimate moments with you. Before you knew it he was standing up and bringing you with him.
As the two of you got off he wrapped his arm around you once more and guided you down the street. It was warm out and the birds were chirping. Mid-spring was always your favorite time of the year. Not too hot, not too cold and everything was regrowing from the dead of winter. The winters in New York sucked, not enough sunlight.
“Night day out, yeah?” Jardani asked you.
You nodded and continued to analyze your surroundings, he was taking you towards some private hangers. He’d brought you here before but you were confused because he didn’t have a car this time. You turned to him, confused, but he continued to walk.
The two of you entered the property and he got behind you to covered your eyes.
“Ok. What are you doing?” You asked unamused.
“Trust me?”
“Always.” Your response was immediate. “Well sometimes because sometimes your judgment can be questionable.”
Jardani just chucked and continued to walk with you. After a minute of walking you felt him pull away and you opened your eyes. In front of you was obviously a car under a blanket. You crossed your arms as he went to pull the fabric off. Then you tried to stop the awe from breaking out on your face as he revealed a Black Ford Falcon with heavy tinted windows.
“This is your new car?”
“Well, after I destroyed my last car…”
You cut him off.
“You’re always destroying your cars”
“I just haven’t found the perfect one. I’m meeting with a seller soon, a 1969 Ford Mustang. Anyways I needed a new one.”
His dream car. You smiled at him and then took a look at your dream car. It was so nice you couldn’t help but be saddened by the fact it would probably be destroyed within a week, thanks to Jardani. He watched you with his hands on his hips before opening the passenger door.
You got in and he jogged to the driver's side. Your hands ran along the smooth dash and they itched to grab the steering wheel. He turned the key and the engine roared to life. A giddy laugh escaped your throat as you forgot all about your withdrawal symptoms.
“How much was this thing?” You asked him worried, yet excited.
Jardani shrugged his shoulders but you could see the mischief in his eyes.
“Does it matter? We’re rich.”
Before you knew it he hit the gas and began to take you on a little joy ride. Drifting around corners, passing people and speeding like crazy. You laughed and shouted and held onto his bicep for dear life even though you’d done this many times and knew he’d never let anything bad happen to you.
When the ride was over he pulled in front of your shared apartment. You coughed, still trying to catch your breath from laughing and having so much fun. Jardani sat and watched you in awe. He loved seeing you happy. The entire ride he was watching you from his peripheral vision, if he didn’t have to stare at the road he’d keep his eyes on you.
Jardani was very excited for what came next. The two of you sat in silence in the car, your hand held his. He brought your knuckles up to kiss them while gazing into your eyes. You felt butterflies and your face heat up, so charming and sweet he’d put even the most chivalrous knight to shame.
“It’s yours.” Jardani whispered against your knuckles.
Your eyes went wide and you ripped your hand away from him.
“What?”
“This car. I bought it for you.”
You scoffed, expecting him to tell you it was a joke but the words never came.
“My goddess is hurting.” His hand caressed your cheek. “I can't have that. Let’s go camping together, just get away for a bit. There’s a contract I have… maybe you could help me.”
Shocking enough— considering the thought of going on a hit at a time like this hadn’t even crossed your mind— another huge, even bigger than before, smile graced your lips. The woods would do you some good, a great place to detox. You’d never felt happier and you leaned over to claim his lips in a kiss. His hands came up to cup the sides of your face as the two of you made out.
It was rough and sloppy as your fingers threaded through his hair and pulled him closer to you. You loved him so much you almost wanted to absorb him, become one with him. He knew just how to make things better. Both of you broke apart and were out of breath.
“I love you so much.”
Jardani returned the sentiment as you undid your belt buckle and he expected you to climb onto his lap. Instead you started to squeeze yourself into the back.
He had to help you since it was a tight fit but once you got back there you sat, your arms stretched out around the back of the seats and your legs spread open. Your boyfriend couldn’t help but think you looked like a dude and smirked.
“Well first I should say thank you… but I think there’s something more important that needs to be done.”
“What’s that?”
You gave Jardani a knowing simper and brought your hand down to pat your thigh.
“I think it’s time to christen the thing. Why don’t you get back here and eat my pussy?” Your hands were on their way to push your sweat pants down.
He let out a mesmerized chuckle at your crass words.
“Okay.”
Instead of the smarter decision to get out and meet you he himself tried to shove his way in the back. Your hands came up, leaving the waistband of your sweats, to grab him by his jacket and help pull him to you. You kissed him as his much larger body struggled to meet you in the back. Your gut was going to bust with the amount of laughing you were doing today.
Eventually he made it in the back and all that could be seen and heard from the outside was a car rocking and giggles from inside.
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You tried to focus on the road as John shot out the window next to you at the men chasing you down in their car. Both of you were trying to get to this cafe but were finding it difficult. This was the third car since you left the King’s place that has tried to run you off the road.
Your head ducked the best it could as the back window was shot and shattered everywhere. The car was almost destroyed and you felt your heart breaking into little tiny pieces. Your ex came back into the car and reloaded his pistol. You swerved the car trying to get them off your tail but your attempts were futile.
John had killed two of the passengers but couldn’t get the driver. Your hands turned the wheel and you lightly hit the brakes before hitting the gas again. If he wouldn’t stop following you, you’d do what you had to do. You side swiped the car causing it to crash into a ditch. Your brain hurt imagining the damage you were doing to this beautiful machine.
The way the car crashed gave John a perfect shot of the driver and he pulled the trigger, shooting him in the head.
“The poor car…” You whined while drifting around the corner and not stopping.
Your ex gave you a sympathetic look.
“I get it.”
“Yeah right if you understood you’d stop destroying every nice thing you owned.” Your voice was filled with attitude.
You were still pissed about yesterday. The car may have brightened your mood a bit but you were still miserable. Plus it was destroyed now, reminding you again, that every good thing comes to an end in your life. You thought about yesterday.
John’s low blow’s usually hurt deep. He didn’t answer you and opted to look out the broken window, knowing exactly why you were upset.
John knew you remembered last night but it was obvious it didn’t change anything. He felt torn, not knowing his feelings for you were going to be that intense that fast, he felt guilty. She wouldn’t be mad. He would remind himself. Then why do you feel so wrong? He shook his head without even thinking.
“What?” You asked.
Christ. Did you always have to be watching him?
“Nothing.” He said in a curt tone.
“Fine.” You bit back and the gas light turned on. “Great. Almost out of gas. We should probably walk anyway.”
John nodded as you pulled over in a parking lot. You got out and stretched your arms and legs as they felt sore from all the jerking around you did in the car. These people were insane. All for money too, you could never understand that and you were dirt poor as a child! Then you were an orphan and even then you wouldn’t risk your life the way these people would.
Not for money at least. There would always be more hits in the future.
Shutting his door, he couldn’t help but watch. The permanent glare on your face was a bit endearing. John knew this all must be so weird to you. You never understood why people did what they did. Well, you could but this whole situation was a new level of crazy and the two of you had been in some strange situations together.
You took one more look at the car. A deep frown on your face. Such a waste. It was riddled with bullets and almost all the windows were destroyed. This pain you felt… This is exactly why you never bought another Ford Falcon in your life. You didn’t deserve them.
John would laugh if he knew for sure you wouldn’t swing at him, which he didn’t, so he continued to observe. He still remembered the day you lost the one he bought for you in an explosion. There was no saving or restoring it. You cried but it was more due to all the memories you made with and in it.
With one more goodbye you turned on your heel and began to walk in the direction of the cafe. If you were right it would be a twenty minute walk. John gave the non sentient object a nod and followed in your steps, hanging back a couple of feet the entire way there.
The walk took twenty minutes, thankfully there was no one to make it longer. You stared up at the old sign that said “Sandies''. It was an older building and cute. You’d even take your daughters there if you weren’t about to go in and fuck shit up.
John looked at you, to see if you were ready and you shrugged. He acknowledged you and walked in first. You followed and looked around the diner. Not many people were inside. There was a waitress pouring a man a cup of coffee near the back, the cook and a table of three men sitting together.
It was like out of the movies; everyone stopped and stared at you. Even the waitress stopped pouring the coffee. The older of the three sitting together, eyes widened before he nodded at the younger men. John continued to observe the situation and then all hell broke loose.
Everyone pulled out a gun and a laugh of disbelief almost left your throat. Seriously? Back in the 80’s and 90’s there were a lot of assassins but this was insane. Even the fry boys were hit men these days? A lot of things were different. Everyone stared at each other and everything moved in slow motion.
John lifted his suit jacket to cover himself as everyone started shooting. You watched as the bullets rolled off his jacket like oil in water. The thing you noticed was that everyone was shooting at each other, which made you realize the bounty went up. It was too high to not at least attempt.
The two young men jumped from their seats, shielding themselves from all bullets. They ran past the two of you and out the door. You grabbed John, who was about to join the shooting and pulled him behind the host stand. He looked at you with confusion written all over his face.
John’s eyes followed where yours were when he saw you staring out the glass door. The two men were racing to their car, trying to get the doors open fast. You opened the diner door and one almost fell over as you shot him in the leg. Curses left your mouth as you shoved the door open even more and focused.
It was hard not to celebrate when your bullet went through the back window and hit the passenger in the head. The driver sped off and you could only hope he’d bleed out before he got to where he needed to go. You turned back towards John and held up one finger, indicating you killed one. He gave you a small dip of the head.
When you both returned to the fighting in the diner you saw the waitress was fighting with the man who sent the boys off while the fry cook was shooting at the lonely man. You would go after them and John would get the other two. Out of all these people there was only one that needed to be alive and it was the older man.
With a small bob of your head you ran for the kitchen. You held your own jacket up, hoping it would help you like it did John. A bullet hit you and knocked you to the ground and you groaned. It still hurt like hell. While you were down the lone man decided to go after you but you grabbed his legs and spun yourself, knocking him in the ground. His head hit the ground disorienting him while you jumped on him, shooting him in the face.
You groaned and you knew there would be a bruise but you got back up, continuing your sprint to the kitchen. Your shoulder hit the swinging door and you ducked fast to avoid getting smashed in the face by a frying pan. When you got back up he had his gun pointed at you.
Like second nature you grabbed his wrist, aiming the gun away from you as he shot. You pulled him towards you and twirled yourself around. John tended to use this move a lot, more than you did. It was very effective. You hit him in the stomach and then neck. As he doubled over you grabbed his shoulders and the back of his head, slamming his skull agains the nearest hard surface.
It just so happened that that hard surface was the stove. The man let out a horrific scream as his flesh sizzled before you pulled him back up and shoved your knife into his throat, ending his misery. His body made a ‘thud’ sound as it hit the ground. You let out a deep breath and pulled your pistol back out.
The sounds of gun fire seemed to have stopped. You flicked the clip out of your gun and grabbed a new one off your hip. Only three rounds were used but you reloaded anyways. You could never be too careful. Not wasting another second you walked out.
Your gun was raised and ready to shoot. The waitress was dead on the ground and John was holding the man up by his collar. His face was bloody from the beating he received from the Baba Yaga. You rolled your eyes. This is why he needed you. Too much brawn and no brain.
You walked up and took your backpack off your shoulders. While digging around you heard the man start to chuckle.
“So it’s true. The Angel of Death is back. Tell me, has La Saint-Glinglin finally occurred? I’ll never tell you a thing.” His French accent was thick.
“No it hasn't. Something crazier happened; you pissed off John Wick meaning, you all have annoyed me enough to help him clean up his mess. I had a reputation too, y'know.” You didn’t look up until you found what you were looking for.
Everyone could say what they wanted about John but to undermine you… Even your ex felt sick at the sight of the long needle. You definitely brought that for times like this. The man’s smug smile dropped as he swallowed. You could get anyone to talk and he knew it as well.
“Hold him up facing me and time me John.”
He grunted and looked out the window. Torture wasn’t that fun to John. Not like it was for you. To him it was a necessary thing that had to be done sometimes. He stuck to the basics while you enjoyed coming up with the worst ways to get someone to talk. Though he couldn’t lie, you were very efficient at it, due to your anatomical knowledge.
John would stop you if it got to be too much. He listened to you as you walked up to the man and explained how you knew where every major nerve ending was. You observed his body trying to decide where you wanted to poke him. Right as you pressed the needle into the skin where you wanted he spoke.
“Chucks Auto Mechanic’s up in the Western part of New York. Niagara Falls, Hugo keeps his guns there. That’s what you wanted right?” He spoke fast and looked at John, “Right?”
You turned to John.
“Pathetic, I hadn’t even done anything yet. Anyways It’s about a seven hour drive if we don’t get stopped.” More like a day with how things were going.
“Oh you’ll get stopped.” The man chuckled. “Once my boys tell everyone that bounty is going to double. Like a swarm of bugs. Baba Yaga and his psycho bitch…”
You jabbed the needle into his musculocutaneous nerve, making him scream. John had to hold on tighter as he jerked around. You would never tolerate anyone calling you that. Never had and never would.
“You can kill him now Jonathan.”
John nodded and though the man began to plead— he did tell you what you wanted to know!— your ex felt a bit of satisfaction hearing the man’s neck snap. He let go of the body and you watched it fall. Stupid fuck should’ve known he was going to die the second you walked into that place.
“Well we should get going. Normally it’s about seven hours but given how long it took to get here…. I’d say we’d be lucky to get there by tomorrow afternoon.” You turned once more to stare at your partner.
John agreed and you walked over to the dead waitress. You bent down and began rummaging through her pockets. Her death saddened you but she chose to fight, to try and kill the Baba Yaga but failed and you needed a car. When you felt her keys you tossed them to him.
You had enough driving for now. As you made your way outside you turned to say something to John; a classic mistake. He shoved you to the ground just in time to grab the arm of the man who swung a machete at you. Your head hit the concrete and your vision went blurry.
John had seen him the second you walked out. The man was able to slice through his suit and cut his side but you didn’t see. You were still on the concrete trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. The attacker was thrown to the ground and he shot him in the head.
You groaned and John came over to help you up. When you stood up you wobbled a bit and didn’t notice as you reached out to steady yourself on an object, that object was him. He tensed under your hand.
“Fuck you.” You spit at him as you walked towards the car.
A few seconds later John got into the driver's seat. He started the car and sat there for a moment before putting the car in drive. The first few minutes were silent as you rubbed the sore spot in your head and he thought about what to say. That was a good ‘wack’ on the ground but you didn’t pass out which was good. You sighed and he decided to break the silence.
“We should talk.”
John didn’t mean to tense up but he couldn’t help it. You’d never listen or believe him, he knew this. He’d like to try and talk to you, to explain himself. In fact you 're probably the only one still left on this Earth he felt like he could talk to for hours.
“No.” You continued to look out the window.
John called your name and you turned your head to look at him.
“Twenty years…”
“John shut up.” Your words were threatening, “I don’t want to hear your shit.”
John was not pleased and you could tell by the look on his face. You didn’t care though. The second he told you he wished he was with Helen and not you, you knew there was no point. Your want for closure would never happen. You wanted to smack yourself upside the head.
How could things ever be civil when you acted the way you did and he acted the way he did? You didn’t want to date him again but if you couldn’t even touch him without him being uncomfortable— and you had to touch him if he got hurt— how would things ever change?
John was miserable. He didn’t want to argue with you at a time like this, he didn’t want to argue with you at all! If he was alone he’d groan out loud. Why? He knew you and what you were like. To imagine that this whole ordeal would end with the two of you being best friends and reminiscing about the past was wishful thinking.
No, not wishful thinking but desperation. John could only rely on himself. He couldn’t trust almost anyone. Nobody was as good as him but one person and that person was you. Working with you was like having eyes on the back of his head. With you everything was possible. He was desperate and couldn’t give up yet.
“Twenty years is a long time to forget someone’s touch. I need time.”
Not to mention it’s been a couple months since someone touched him in a friendly way. Even you tried to beat his ass when he came to see you. Your stomach dropped as you got angrier. It wouldn’t have been twenty years if he left with you. You turned your body fully towards him.
“And whose fault is that…?”
“Yours.”
The two of you said at the same time. John heard your laugh of disbelief and braced himself for the inevitable argument.
“I think that’s the issue here, Jardani, you seemed to have forgotten why we haven’t talked in twenty years.” You pointed your finger at him, “you chose The High Table over me. How ironic.”
He breathed in through his nose.
“I didn’t. You up and left. I thought you would come back. You vanished.” His words were calm but you could tell by his body language he was upset.
Your hands clenched as you wanted to cry but you wouldn’t. Not this time, it would be humiliating. To see him sitting there all chill while you sobbed over something that happened twenty years ago? You did cry about it still but not right in front of him where you’d be trapped in a small space for hours.
“I was clear on my intentions.”
Clear? John thought to himself. About as clear as mud in his opinion. You’d say one thing and mean the other, then when he began to treat things with that mindset you’d get upset! The two of you’d ‘break up’ constantly. You’d argue, sleep in separate rooms for about a day or two before you were right back in each other's arms. That never happened with Helen.
John didn’t want to compare the two of you but he couldn’t help it. Helen had shown him what it was like to be in a happy and healthy relationship. Yet when he was with her he couldn’t help but think of you and now that you’re here he couldn’t stop thinking about her. His mind was in turmoil. He had to stop comparing the two of you.
“On that we disagree. But-“ you tried to talk but he continued on, “we need to work together. After all of this we can talk.”
You stayed silent because he was right. There was no way out now. It was better to be friends right now than enemies, even if you wanted to rip his head off. Though you’d rather rip your tongue out and throw it at him, you agreed.
“Fine.” You said with gritted teeth and went back to your window.
John let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Finally, that was progress in his opinion. His shoulders even felt a little lighter too. He looked at you and gave you a small smirk but you were too busy mean mugging the window once more. His smirk became a small smile before his eyes went back to the road.
“Questions?” He asked you.
You couldn’t help but perk up from your brooding fest and give him a coy smile.
“You know I could never pass up playing questions. You first.”
John appeared to be thinking for a few seconds.
“How did you find out you were pregnant?” He wondered.
“I wouldn’t stop throwing up and I had convinced myself it was because of how upset I was. Then Algo threw a pregnancy test in front of me while I was on the couch.” You laughed, “I almost shit myself honestly. I considered an abortion but I’m not sure what made me change my mind still.”
John smiled at your story. He couldn’t imagine what he would have done if he was there. Abortion seemed like the most likely answer. Deep down though he knew he would’ve been ecstatic. Plus you had girls, he always wanted a daughter and you gave him two. He felt sad that he didn’t get to experience fatherhood, especially with the fact he had actual children.
Believe it or not, you regretted it but it couldn't be undone. You knew he would’ve been the biggest pushover when it came to them. You also knew he’d never sleep well ever again, just like you. Living the life you had, knowing everything you knew it was terrifying bringing two little babies into the world.
They didn’t leave your room until they were five. The first few nights they slept in their own room you didn’t sleep. You couldn’t. When they were older you did background checks on all their friends but only to see if any of their family members had ties. You didn’t really care about anything else. It was a stressful time for you overall.
With everything going on you were surprised you didn’t miscarry but you were glad you didn’t. You loved your girls more than anything. It sent fear running through your veins knowing you weren’t with them but you trusted Algorithm to keep them safe. You trusted her more than anyone.
“Okay my turn. Do you approve of the names I picked out?”
“Yes.” John nodded.
Had you brought those names to him all those years ago, he wouldn’t change a thing. That made you feel better
considering Tatyana hated her name. It shouldn’t make you feel so insecure but you couldn’t help it. You had put a lot of thought into their names.
“Did you ever date anyone else?” The man couldn’t help himself.
You stared at him. After the two of you broke up you never wanted to date again, ever. Without Jardani in your life you could one hundred percent admit you hated men. Plus no one could handle you and you were skeptical and suspicious of everyone. Long story short, no, you hadn’t but why would you admit that to him?
“I plead the fifth on that one.” You chuckled.
“Rules—“ John began to speak.
“I don’t care about rules and I know you certainly don’t either. I’m changing them, I’m allowed to plead the fifth on this one.” Your ruling was final.
John looked over at you. You seemed pretty nervous. Had you never found anyone? It wouldn’t surprise him but it saddened him a little bit. He had no clue though you could even have a significant other right now. If you did, you were very good at hiding them… He had to ask.
“Are you seeing anyone currently?” His face went bright red at his words.
“Christ John! Why do you wanna know about my dating life? Seems like you’re going to ask me out.” You were flabbergasted.
John shook his head no.
“N-No I…” He didn’t know what to say.
There was no other explanation besides that it was his own personal curiosity. John looked like a fool. You wanted to laugh. He could always be so awkward. Cool, calm and collected when he needed to be but sometimes he was too easy to fluster. You smirked and basked in his misery for a few more seconds.
“No, I’m not.”
John refused to look you in your eyes. You were having fun and if he wasn’t so damn embarrassed he’d be happy you were laughing. He wished it would’ve been at something he said though and not him himself. Your hand came up as you rubbed your chin in thought.
You watched John shift, feeling uncomfortable under your gaze. How could you stop messing with him now? It was your favorite thing to do and he knew that too. Your ex kept his eyes glued to the road and you wondered if he was trying to picture you not there. An evil giggle left you.
“Did you cry over me?” You asked.
“I plead the fifth.”
That was a yes. You snorted and that appeared to be the end of your little game. Still, you couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. Twenty years was a long time to forget someone’s touch, he’ll have to get used to it eventually. The silence for once was comfortable.
You watched as you left the small town and the buildings began to bleed into trees and greenery. A camping trip sounded fun, maybe everyone could go camping when all of this was done. Depending on how your talk after this mission went, maybe even John could come.
Kat and Darya would love to mess with him, especially when they found out just how easy it was. Until then you had a good idea on how to help John learn your touch again.
“John?” You called his name.
He grunted to let you know he heard you.
“I’m going to put my hand on your arm and you will burn it into your memory.”
You didn’t give John time to answer even if he didn’t want you to touch him you didn’t care. You poked his bicep and then laid your hand down. This time he didn’t tense up and the two of you sat like that for an hour. He couldn’t help but feel like everything was starting to look up.
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MY MORTAL PARENTS, FAMILY & ANCESTRY:
MY ROMAN & ITALIAN ANCESTRY:
I was born at around 1 pm, on Saturday, the 20th of June, 1998, in the Royal Melbourne Hospital, Melbourne, Australia-The same day that the ancient Romans annually celebrated the festival of the Roman nocturnal storm, god, Summanus, as well as the Rosalia (rose) festival where the Romans payed tribute to the dead and the year that the Roman revivalist organisation, Nova Roma was founded (it's no wonder that I am so Roman, favour roses and have storm powers).
My mortal parents, Teresa Varrese and Roberto Dal Col are Calabrian Italians.
All my grandparents migrated from Italy to Australia, so I am fully-Italian. My mortal dad told me about how his mum was so strong that would break a broomstick in half with her teeth or bare hands, when she got angry. She was like a posh princess with a female Spartan warrior side.
Four of my grandparents are from Calabria, in Southern italy, which was Greece (Magna Grecia) and probably inhabited by Spartans, in ancient times. Perhaps, I have lots of Spartan ancestors from Calabria. That would explain where I get my Spartan warrior ideas from and how my Calabrian grandma could bite a broomstick in half with her bare teeth.
My maternal great-grandfather might have been a police officer, in italy or served in the army. My great-uncle was definitely a police officer in italy, though. Maybe he got it from his father
My paternal great-grandma, Maria's surname, Romeo (Latin: 'to Rome') originates from medieval Rome and The Eastern Roman Empire.
The ghosts of my Roman ancestors (Lares), including Roman soldiers and those from the Romeo family have been there for me, throughout my life. They guide, comfort, protect, enlighten and accompany me. We feast, drink, sleep, shower, laugh, hang-out, go to outings and have fun together. They taught me what it means to be a true Roman and raised me to be like one.
One of my ancestral guardian spirits who often accompanies me is a noble Roman from the renaissance whose full name is Marco Romeo. He looks like a statue of a Roman god with short black hair, blue eyes and fair skin. Marco lived in a villa, in the countryside of Rome. He was an expert at jousting and sword-fighting.
I also had many past-lives as my Roman ancestors, including a past-life as Marco Romeo and a hundred Roman soldiers. Many demigod children of Mars have lots of past-lives as Roman soldiers and warriors. Our divine-father, Mars wanted us to keep reincarnating as Roman soldiers, so that we would remain loyal to Rome and be more prepared for battles.
Like Hazel from the Percy Jackson book series, I had many past-lives and come back from the underworld, Hades many times. I am technically a walking dead and the undead shadow legionary, Damocles from the video-game, Ryse Son of Rome (metaphorically).
Also, the Romeo family possibly had many noble Romans who mastered sword-fighting, since they have a coat-of-arms with a sword.
My divine-father, Mars also knew that mortal parents these days weren't so good at raising Roman soldiers, so he sent the ghosts of my Roman soldier ancestors to raise me to be like them, since I was a young child.
All my ancestors are from Italy as far as I know: back to the 1800s and who knows where they were from, beforehand? The majority of them were most likely from Italy.
MY MORTAL PARENTS & FAMILY:
MY MORTAL FATHER:
My mortal father, Robert(o) is most like Mars. He's also very lazy, silly, stubborn and retarded (not that Mars is).
My mortal father is somewhat enthusiastic about The Roman Empire and shouts things like, 'Hail Caesar!', on the rare occasion.
He sometimes squeezes my bicep or shoulders, including after I help him move the heavy furniture and exclaims something like, 'Look at how strong your muscles are-Strong like a Roman soldier! You must have got it from your Roman soldier ancestors.' I guess that I not only got them from my Roman soldier ancestors, but my divine-father, Mars too.
Once, I dressed as a Roman soldier mascot with a red tunic and cheer-leaded for my youngest sister's red sports team, at the sports carnival, in primary school. (It must have been embarrassing for her. Sorry). Someone was staring at my Roman soldier costume and my mortal dad told them something like, 'Sorry. My daughter thinks she's a Roman.'
My dad is very talented at playing the drums. Ever since he was a youth, he could play the drums like a pro and drove our mums insane. My dad had a habit of banging the same war drum tune on the steering wheel and furniture like a bongo drum. I could always intuitively do the same and later play this tune on the drums, with little effort. I would quickly pick up on how to to play tunes on the drums just by listening to my dad playing them. I guess, I not only got my natural drumming skills from my divine father, Mars, but my mortal dad too.
Like the mortal father of the demigod daughter of Bellona, Reyna, in Percy Jackson, my mortal dad is also a psycho. And no, I am not psycho like him. On the rare occasion, he gets violent, very aggressive and threatens to kill, over small matters. I would never do that. He is often paranoid that everyone is spying on him and threatens to kill them. I am not that stupid either.
My dad has worked as a security guard for a short amount of times. He would like to be a police officer, but he wouldn't be mentally fit enough to be one. He would probably shoot innocent police and civilians over his paranoid thoughts.
Also, my dad had karate lessons and went to bootcamp, in his childhood. He is a black-belt in karate. My dad made a bow and arrow when he was a youth and shot an arrow into his brother's ankle. He chased my dad with a knife around the house for it. Luckily, he was stopped, before anything could happen, because then I might have never been born. He has also been to Rome and The Colosseum for a holiday when he was a kid. Maybe he saw the ghosts of our Roman ancestors there.
MY MORTAL MOTHER:
My mortal mother, Teresa is like the earth goddess, Gaia. Very motherly and loves admiring nature. She's very caring and goes out of her way to look after my family. Her name, Teresa even means 'farmer' in Greek, which relates to plants and hence Gaia.
Also, a large stress-head. She has an anxiety disorder and is a clean-freak. She's often shouts at us to clean the house and spends a lot of time cleaning it. She makes a huge deal over small matters. If anything goes wrong, she has a mental break-down and makes out like the apocalypse is happening.
When my mum was a youth, her brother accidentally shot her in the eye with a gun-leaving her permanently blind in one eye. Luckily, the bullet didn't penetrate her brain, because then I wouldn't have been born or maybe so, but not the same.
My divine father, Mars actually never bred with my mortal mother. Then, you might be wondering something like, 'Then, how are you a demigod? I thought that demigods are only children of a god and mortal who bred with each-other.' That is very wrong and a common misconception. In fact, demi means partial and not just half.
A demigod is any being with partial god status by definition. Having a god and mortal as a parent who bred together isn't the only way to be a demigod.
Basically, I was created as a female Roman warrior spirit by my divine father, Mars from celestial bronze and the soil on planet Mars, in my past-life. He genetically modified me to be a demigod (for the purpose of making me a submissive servant warrior of the gods with magical powers). I then incarnated as a mortal, on Earth, in order to complete a quest to gain immortality/godhood.
MY MORTAL SISTERS:
I get along with my second-oldest mortal sister, Briarna (meaning 'warrior' in Gallic) the best. We are like besties. Briarna is very outgoing, empathetic, hippy and generous. She's into vintage and spiritual stuff. We used to train in taekwando together and both have black-belt.
My third-youngest sister, Adria (meaning 'dark', in Greek) is very vain and mean. She has malignant narcissistic personality disorder. She often says mean things to my family and treats them like her slaves. I have learnt to ignore it and that has made me spiritually stronger.
My youngest sister, Chiara is very cute and mostly nice, but with a bad attitude when annoyed. Chiara gets irritated very easily. She's into Kpop, Korean culture and cute Asian things.
Chiara once dressed as a Roman wolf warrior and sung Romulus by the Roman metal band, Ex Deo. Another time, we made a film of us having a gladiator fight. I dressed as a gladiator and she dressed in her tiger onesie. We fought each-other in our spa, which we pretended was the Colosseum. Another time, she drew me funny memes of each Olympian god, including a picture of Zeus with the body of a goose. LOL.
Chiara also made me a voice recording of a legendary Roman speech that sounded something like the following:
'Thousands of years ago,
We ruled the world
And we fought for our victory.
We slaughtered the enemies-
Blood drooling from their bodies,
Until we were very pleased.
We raised our chalices and swords to our mighty Emperor
And we said, 'Be glorious!'
From that day on,
We were not only famous through the land,
But throughout the whole of time.
And that is how the legend goes, children.'
These times with Chiara I shall not forget. They were so hilarious. I still keep her funny Roman artworks, poems and videos, which she made for me in memory of them, after all those years.
MY PATERNAL GRANDFATHER:
My paternal grandfather looked almost exactly the same as The Roman Emperor, Augustus Caesar. Perhaps, he descended from him or his relative. My grandfather's alter-ego was a navy and NAZI soldier. He would pretend that he's a navy soldier and say how spinach makes you strong like the cartoon character, Pop-eye, The Sailor's Man. Other times he would pretend to be a NAZI soldier, salute and exclaim, 'Hail Hitler!', (which I strongly object).
I would never even tell my close friends or family that I am a demigod daughter of Mars, because they are Christians, don't believe in these things and so would think that I am crazy. Also, because the gods demand that I keep it a secret for humility, secrecy, my reputation and other's sanity.
My Romeo family ancestors descending from the ancient Romans, my ancestry being almost fully-Italian, my great-grandfather being a policeman/soldier, my grandfather possibly descending from Augustus Caesar, my father being a black-belt Roman enthusiast and my family's military history, particularly its Roman one are some of the many reasons for why my divine father, Mars has favoured me to be the vessel of his incarnated demigod daughter's soul, Diana (my demigod-self). My imperial Roman blood is what makes me so Romanly and combined with my metaphysical DNA of my divine father, the Roman war god Mars, makes me double the Romaness. My mixed Greek, as well as Roman blood was also designed by Mars to give me double military prowess and help me negotiate peace between these cultures.
REFERENCE (Romeo family origin):
https://www.ancestry.com.au/name-origin?surname=romeo
NOTES:
-I think that Mars chose for me to be born in the new age, because it's the optimal time for me to work on one of my divine missions being to establish a new age Greek alien gods sect.
-I think that Mars sent me to be born into my mortal family not only on a quest, but also because they descended from the Romeo family, Roman soldiers, Roman demigod sons of Mars, in Rome and potentially Augustus Caesar. Also, because they inherited the rare dominant Roman gene in their bloodline.
-I think that Mars chose for me to be born in Australia, because much of the landscape here is like that on my home planet, Mars.
-I think that Mars chose the name of my street to be Alexander, after Alexander The Great and chose my house to be the one with the Greek neighbours, so I could be culturally influenced to be more Olympian.
-My divine father, Mars is Roman and my two mortal parents are Calabrian Italians. So, I am 33% (one third) god & Roman, as well as 67% (two thirds) mortal & Calabrian, in immediate ancestry. However, I feel 60% Roman & 30% Calabrian, in DNA/spirit as my godly Roman genes are more dominant, as well as intentionally overpowering and destroying my mortal genes, in an attempt to control my body to serve Rome.
I also inherit a rare unconquerable dominant Roman gene from my distant mortal Roman ancestors. The gene was created by Mars to ensure that someone would be a saviour of Rome & influence others to serve Rome for eternity. Only one person per generation inherits this special Roman gene. Those who inherit the gene are favoured by Mars as his demigod child. This is one of the many ways that I am a demigod.
Even though I am one third god, I am more powerful than the average demigod, because I was originally created as a semi-divine being by Mars to serve him/the gods and had no mortal parents. He infused my ichor (golden blood of the gods) with extraordinary powers & a super powerful burst of power that I can only use for a short periods in urgent times of need. I was then incarnated into a mortal on a divine mission. So, I am still a demigod as I am still semi-divine with a god and mortal parent.
-My paternal great grandfather ate mice like the ancient Romans, so maybe it was passed down from our Roman ancestors.
-All the original full-blooded Romans were a semi-divine race of mortals created, as well as genetically modified by Mars to serve him and advance humanity. So, all Romans were demigods. Those who descend from the Romans, including myself are Mars's legacy (demigod descendants). Mars's godly gene is the only unconquerable one that doesn't get diluted, even after thousands of years as it's super-loyal/overpowering & it seeks to dominate the body to ensure that Rome is served for generations/eternity.
-Having Roman genes from both my mortal and divine side of the family, I am super-powerful. The Romans were super-powerful soldiers. They were unconquerable. They conquered everything in their path. Nothing could conquer them or stand in their path. Nothing.
-Many of us demigods feel like orphans. We were abandoned by our godly parent and sent to incarnate as average mortals, also because they didn't want us. They are always too busy doing godly business to help and visit us. We are so neglected and abandoned that it's like we don't even have parents. We sometimes feel so unloved, betrayed, pathetic and worthless. We have to learn to be independent and survive on our own from a young age. We feel like our mortal parents aren't our real parents, but foster ones and that our godly parent is our real parent.
Our godly parent just incarnated us into the unborn baby of our mortal mother and left her to raise us, also because our godly parent was too busy to look after us. Our godly parent was hoping that giving us to mortal parents would give us a better chance at life than if they left us alone to starve to death, in a ditch. They also sent us to the mortal world, because they thought it would be a great opportunity to make mortal friends, learn to be a normal human, keep up with the trends, use the new technology, go out to fun places and other reasons.
-Many of us demigods have been getting new mortal parents, in each of our past-lives. We view our mortal parents as temporary and replaceable. We learn to accept that one day, they'll die and be replaced with new parents, in our next life. It's like an eternal cycle of being disposed and adopted.
-I have Greek toes when stretched out, but Roman toes when relaxed, so maybe my ancestors were mostly both Greek and Roman
-Many of us demigods view our mortal parents as alien and strange, because we are semi-gods and they are all mortal. Also, because mortals live, think and perceive differently from us. Why are they like that? We just don't understand these mortals.
-My parents told me about how teachers made students march around the school and sing the Australian anthem, before school everyday, in the old days. I would hate that, since I have no interest in Aussie culture and am sick of singing the Australian anthem, but would love it if it were Roman for obvious reasons. They told me that they had to march, while chanting, 'Left, left, left, right, left.' I would practise marching to this chant, infront of the mirror, before bed.
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1976 Roma a mano armata Also Known As (AKA) Argentina Roma a mano armada Brazil Roma Armada Spain Roma a mano armada France Brigade spéciale Greece (transliterated) Aftokratores tou eglimatos Greece (video title) Oi zorikoi Netherlands (video title) The Tough Ones Portugal Roma À Mão Armada Soviet Union (Russian title) Рим, полный насилия Turkey (Turkish title) Silah Elde Usa (Dvd Version) Rome Armed to the Teeth USA (reissue title) Assault With A Deadly Weapon USA (dubbed version) Brutal Justice Europe (English title) The Tough Ones West Germany Die Viper World-wide (English title) The Tough Ones/Roma a mano armata Directed by Umberto Lenzi... (English version) (as Bert Lenzi) Writing Credits Umberto Lenzi ... (story) (English version) (as Bert Lenzi) Dardano Sacchetti ... (screenplay) Release Dates Italy 25 February 1976 Turkey April 1977 Argentina 15 September 1977 USA July 1978 France 24 September 1980 West Germany March 1985 (video premiere) Filming Locations Rome, Lazio, Italy Filming Dates March 1977 Production Dates 1976 technical specifications Runtime 1 hr 35 min (95 min) Cast Maurizio Merli Maurizio Merli ... Inspector Leonardo Tanzi Maria Rosaria Omaggio Maria Rosaria Omaggio... Anna Tomas Milian Tomas Milian... Vincenzo Moretto Ivan Rassimov Ivan Rassimov ... Tony Parenzo Arthur Kennedy Arthur Kennedy ... Chief of Police Giampiero Albertini Giampiero Albertini ... Commissioner Francesco Caputo Fulvio Mingozzi Fulvio Mingozzi ... Agent Colantoni Luciano Pigozzi Luciano Pigozzi ... Moretto's Henchman Luciano Catenacci Luciano Catenacci ... Ferdinando Gerace Stefano Patrizi Stefano Patrizi... Stefano Ottaviano Dell’Acqua Ottaviano Dell'Acqua ... Stefano's Friend Biagio Pelligra Biagio Pelligra ... Savelli Aldo Barberito Aldo Barberito ... Detective Poliani Carlo Alighiero Carlo Alighiero... Savelli's Lawyer Carlo Gaddi Carlo Gaddi ... Ambulance Driver Claudio Nicastro Claudio Nicastro ... Fence Valentino Macchi Valentino Macchi ... Franco Alessandra Cardini Alessandra Cardini ... Sandra Moretto (as Sandra Cardini) Gabriella Lepori Gabriella Lepori ... Marta Assante Maria Rosaria Riuzzi Maria Rosaria Riuzzi ... Paola Corrado Solari Corrado Solari ... Albino Dante Cleri Dante Cleri ... Licenses and Permits Officer Mara Mariani Mara Mariani ... Widow Assante Ruggero Diella Ruggero Diella ... Stefano's Friend Tom Felleghy Tom Felleghy ... Judge Bennato Riccardo Petrazzi Riccardo Petrazzi ... Savelli's Henchman Gaetano Russo Gaetano Russo ... Stefano's Friend Franco Macchi Franco Macchi ... Thug Filippo De Gara Filippo De Gara ... Informer
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Roma a mano armata (The Tough Ones, 1976)
"It's not my career that's at stake, but my reputation!"
"Listen, Leonardo, I think -"
"No, Caputo, let me talk!"
"Enough! To be clear, I'm not the one putting your reputation in doubt - your methods are!"
"You care too much about the code, about politics and the press. Maybe you forgot that you got where you are by use of your fists."
#Roma a mano armata#The tough ones#Rome armed to the teeth#italian cinema#poliziotteschi#umberto lenzi#Dardano Sacchetti#Maurizio Merli#arthur kennedy#Giampiero albertini#Ivan rassimov#tomas milian#Maria rosaria omaggio#Biagio pelligra#Aldo barberito#Stefano patrizi#Luciano catenacci#Carlo alighiero#Gabriella lepori#Corrado solari#Maria rosaria riuzzi#Better known now by the (better) title of Rome Armed to the Teeth‚ this was distributed in most non Italian territories as The Tough Ones#Also in a recut form as Brutal Justice‚ and then in another re edit form as Assault With a Deadly Weapon; one of the most influential#Poliziotteschi‚ spawning separate sequels for both Merli's righteous cop Tanzi and Milian's kyphotic villain. Full of stunts and violent#Spectacle‚ it isn't hard to see why this was a success‚ but it took some work getting it to screen: Lenzi only started the film as a#Project to replace a script he'd abandoned‚ Merli and Milian clashed (Merli a staunch and dour jobbing professional‚ Milian an artist who#Valued improvisation and creative input). Politically‚ this is less focused than many of its contemporaries‚ failing to really come down#Firmly on whether Tanzi's unlawful practices and police brutality is ultimately acceptable in particular contexts: do the ends justify the#Means‚ basically. Lenzi flipflops back and forth without ever really committing‚ but jn the process provides enough wham‚ bam‚ and thank#You mam to keep the average viewer of Italian nonsense (me!) pretty happy. Plus lovely Ivan Rassimov is in this one so.. All is well
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ADRENALINE: KAGEYAMA TOBIO.
characters: kageyama tobio x f!reader
cw: angry sex + unprotected + vaginal penetration + hair pulling/grabbing + slight degradation + missionary + kageyama blowing your back out uh + oral (f! receiving) + c*wgirl position um.
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The sound of the buzzer surprised you when you snapped out of your thoughts and came back to reality. The match had just ended with Sao Paolo 4 - Ali Roma 3. You watched your boyfriend's team shaking hands with their opponents. The look that was plastered across your boyfriend's face, the infamous Kageyama Tobio, was evident, at least to you, that he was frustrated over their loss.
His face was red, and his body ran hot. Kageyama stepped out of the court and gulped down his mineral water. The plastic bottle was scrunched up by his massive hands before being thrown in the garbage bin near the bench. He sat on the bench while their coach gave them some honest feedback from the match. Kageyama tried to calm himself down, but he just couldn't. It's an important match, and sadly, they lost.
You knew when he's mad, you wouldn't even dare to go and comfort him because he told you before that he dislikes being comforted when he's angry. He's afraid of hurting you with the words he didn't mean to say. What you did was, went straight to your shared apartment and prepared a comforting dinner for him. He must have been starving after running around the court all day.
The door clicked open from the outside, and you immediately woke up from your quick nap. You have fallen asleep on the couch after cooking for Kageyama. His eyes landed on you, who was rubbing your eyes. "You're home", he heard you said with a groggy voice. Kageyama looked at you with an annoyed expression. It was obvious. Somehow you got scared by how angry he looks sometimes.
"Tobio", you breathed out when he threw himself onto you. He pushed your back all the way against the couch. His thighs were residing on either side of your body, caging your body with his muscular built. Kageyama's hand touched your face lovingly before lifting your chin in a forced manner.
"Look at me, baby," he said. You did not dare to make any eye contact with him. Perhaps, you were scared. He would be scared if he were in your shoes too. Kageyama lightly slapped your face, "I said, look at me, slut."
You hesitantly looked at your boyfriend in the eyes. He flashed you a cocky smirk when you finally looked at him in the eyes. Your heart was about to jump out of your chest when you locked eyes with Kageyama. His presence was like a different person.
"I want you all to myself tonight. Understood? I don't care if you're tired or anything. Just take it all like a good fucktoy you've always been, alright? Hm, baby?" he needed to lash out his frustration on someone, and you're his little cocksleeve. You need to oblige him nevertheless.
You mustered your courage to nod your head. At last, you nodded your head slowly. Obliging your boyfriend's request to please him. Your throat felt dry, and it hurt when you know what is about happen. It's not like you disapprove of it, but angry sex with Kageyama will always leave your legs bruising the following day. Has it always been a good time? Yes.
Kageyama's lips hungrily kissed yours. His hands could not stay still to his sides, always needing to touch you on any parts of your precious body. His fingers reaching for the buttons of your pyjamas as he sucked on your sensitive skin. A soft moan escaped your lips when he nibbled on the same spot over and over again.
He threw your pyjamas top aside. Only leaving your upper body naked without a single thread. The cold air made your nipples turned perkier than your boyfriend's doing. What more when Kageyama twirled his fingers around them teasingly. The back of your head hitting the soft cushion of the couch as you tried to breathe normally. Heavy breaths started to fill the silent living room when your boyfriend continued licking and sucking on your sensitive nipples.
Kageyama held you by the waist as he latched his lips on your nipples, taking one of your nipples in his hungry mouth. His warm tongue twirling around your nipple as his free hand fondling your other breast — massaging them with a firm squeeze. Soft whimpers coming from you sounded so fucking beautiful in his ears. Writhing and begging him to give you more and more.
"Tobio," you breathed shakily when he left a trail of wet kisses along your lower body before tugging on the waistband of the bottom of your pyjama. His hands removed your bottom off of your legs quickly. You shut your eyes closed as you felt his hands rubbing on your bare thighs. You could feel every inch of his fingers against your skin.
Kageyama's eyes landed on the wet spot forming on the material of your panties. "Always so needy for me, aren't you?" he clicked his tongue. His fingers rubbing your clothed cunt for more friction. A soft whimper elicited from your mouth as he rubbed your core teasingly. Kageyama got impatient and slid off your drenched underwear and tossed it aside.
You are now naked, body on display for him. His gaze was filled with lust and anger. Kageyama harshly laid you on the couch. His massive hands spreading your legs apart so he could have a better view of your wet cunt. Your pussy glistening with arousal slick, and you looked cute trying to cover yourself.
He kissed your inner thighs before his lips sucking on your skin to leave hickeys. It's like a work of art, and Kageyama has always been proud of the marks he leaves on you. It feels like he owns you as his property. No one else gets to have you except him. He's not obsessive. He just likes to claim what is his. And your pussy? It was never yours. It's his.
You felt his minty breath fanning over your core. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his warm tongue lay on the entrance of your core. The tip of his tongue gliding up and down your drenched pussy. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your orgasm building up. "T-tobio," you whimpered once you felt he got too close to your clit. Your fingers in his soft black hair tugging on it lightly to hold yourself back.
Kageyama chuckled when he watched you throwing your head back. "Fuck, baby. You look so pretty moaning my name like this. Moan, my name louder, baby," he said breathily. The tip of his tongue circling on your clit before sucking on it gently.
You watched Kageyama savouring your taste, his tongue lolling while sucking your pussy as he eyed you from below. It's such a pleasant view. "Oh- god", you let out a loud moan as you felt the tight knot in your lower core crashing. "T-tobio, please. Please make me cum" you pleaded. Your grip on his hair loosened as you tried to grind your pussy against his face. "Please, please, please", you writhed.
Kageyama watched your chest rose up and down, indicating your orgasm was near. He would never let you come on the first try. He moved his face away from your pussy, and he harshly took your chin in his hand. "Turn around for me, slut. I am far from being done with you," he gritted through his teeth. You obeyed his order and turned around to get on all fours for him.
He gave your ass a powerful spank that left a red handprint on your ass cheek. You winced in pain as your body jolted forward due to the powerful impact. Kageyama used two of his fingers to collect your wet juices. The squelch noise made you wanted to hide your face in embarrassment. He collected your wet juices on his fingers before inserting them down your throat. "Suck your juice, baby. Taste how fucking good you are."
You sucked on his slender fingers until they are clean. Kageyama scoffed before he rubbed on your clit in a circular motion. Your body wriggled even though his strong hands kept you to stay still. He got annoyed at how you couldn't stay still for him, and you earned another spank from him. "Can't you fucking stay still for once?" he jeered.
"I can't", you replied while struggling to catch another breath. "Feels too g-good", you whimpered as your hands clutching on the couch.
Kageyama turned your whole body over without even letting you come. You felt empty when he removed his fingers from your aching cunt. "N-no," you murmured under your breath. Not a second after, Kageyama hovered on top of you. He grabbed you by the waist and carried you to your shared bedroom without saying anything.
The door to your bedroom was pushed from outside by Kageyama. He then threw you on the bed. You felt the bed dipped with his weight when he hovered on top of you while taking off the white tee he was wearing. He extended his arms on either side of your body and inched his face closer to yours. His eyes scanning your naked body being displayed underneath him.
You could feel your face turning warmer as adrenaline coursed through your veins. Your eyes trailing your boyfriend's movements in silence. Kageyama then rubbed his palms against the inner of your thighs once again. His fingers collecting your dripping wet juices before licking them clean off of his slender fingers. You shut your eyes closed as your fingers clutching onto the bedsheet.
Kageyama spread your legs wider so he could bury his face in between your legs. He glanced over you from below and saw how you were whimpering quietly made him wanted to give you more than you deserved tonight. The tip of his tongue rolling on your slick folds. He felt your body moved, but he held your thighs wide open to prevent you from moving. Kageyama sucked on your juices, alternately licking your folds and using his fingers to pleasure you.
When you felt his thumb reaching for your clit and started to rub slow circles on it, you let out another sinful moan. Your back arched lewdly against the soft mattress. Your knuckles had turned white from clutching onto the bedsheet. "Tobio," you mumbled quietly. Drools forming on the corner of your lips, and your mouth felt dry. "Please", you begged.
"Please what, baby? Say your words" he made a snarky remark.
"Please fuck me already," you spat out in frustration. You then realised what you said may have sounded differently to Kageyama. You heard he clicked his tongue before he flipped your body over. Your face now buried in the soft mattress below you. Kageyama pulled your legs towards him. He gave your naked ass a harsh slap before pulling your hair. He leaned closer to your ears, "Then beg."
You shut your eyes closed as your breath hitched. "Please, Tobio. I want your cock inside me," you pleaded. Your hair was still pulled by his hand. He let go of your hair. Kageyama placed his hand on your waist. And with a sharp thrust, he slid his cock inside of your pussy. You gasped when you felt the stretch burnt. Kageyama's breath became staggered when he felt your tight walls clamped around his throbbing cock.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath when your pussy swallowed his cock all the way to the shaft. "Your pussy is taking my cock well," he snickered. He gave your cheek another powerful smack before he thrust into you harshly. His hips slammed onto yours. The grips on your waists were hurting you a little. But the pain did not matter at the moment as you wanted to cum on your boyfriend's cock so badly.
You let out a deep moan with your head being buried in the bedsheet. Kageyama pinned your head down as he relentlessly fucking your pussy. He slightly threw his head back when he felt so close to coming inside you. He had to hold himself back from coming too fast. Kageyama grunted softly as he pulled your hair back. He pulled your chin closer to give you open-mouthed kisses, while his hand grabbing your hair. Your tongues twirled around each other as both of you moaned into each other's mouths.
He broke the kiss and pinned your head down on the mattress again—both of his hands grabbing on your waists as his hips slamming onto yours harder than before. You felt the familiar coil forming in your stomach. "Tobio," your pleas were muffled against the bedsheet. Kageyama then brought pulled your hair again and made you faced the headboard while he's rearranging your guts.
Moans and pleas came out of your pretty little mouth. Drools in the corner of your lips as your jaw was left wide open the entire time. You sniffled back your tears, "Please, please, I'm coming, Tobio!"
Kageyama let out a deep groan as he felt your walls clenched around his cock. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix — your orgasm approaching closer as he continued fucking your sloppy pussy. He heard you let out a shriek as he gave the final thrust before your orgasm washed all over you. Your face planted on the mattress as you tried to regain your breath. Kageyama then came right after you — spilling his cum inside of you.
He collapsed beside you. Kageyama brought your body closer to his and gave you kisses on your forehead. There was a comfortable silence in your shared bedroom for a moment. "I know you can do it for me once again. Come on, baby," he said.
You got on top of him and locked eyes with him for a second. Kageyama then bucked his hips for you to slide his cock inside of your dripping pussy. Your mouth slightly parted when his cock stretching your walls once again. He let out a soft groan when your pussy swallowed him as a whole. His hands on your waist, carefully guiding you to ride his cock.
Kageyama eyed your beautiful face — your hair sticking on your forehead because of the sweats. Your pelvis moving on its own even though you were struggling to take his cock. Your boyfriend let out a chuckle when he saw you struggling. "Cute," he murmured under his breath. "A pathetic whore," he slipped out. You then got on your feet while crouching on top of him.
He watched your tits bouncing as you rode his cock. Your hands on his toned chest while riding his cock. When you felt the familiar knot forming in your lower core, you let out another moan as you threw your head back. The pleasure was different tonight. Kageyama removed the strands of hair that fell on your face. He groaned softly when he felt his cock twitched inside of you. Both of you were so near to coming for the second time tonight.
"Mmm, I'm coming" you bit your lower lip. Your pace became quicker while chasing your orgasm eagerly. "H-ahh... Tobio," you moaned your boyfriend's name for the nth times. Kageyama rolled his index and thumb around your perky nipples. You felt another tear dropped on your face while your high approaching faster. Whimpers and soft grunts filling your shared bedroom.
"Come for me, baby," Kageyama let out a deep groan. He threw his head back against the mattress when he felt so close. You nodded eagerly — your finger playing with your clit to stimulate your orgasm faster. Both of your legs were trembling, and when your orgasm crashed, you let out a deep moan before collapsing onto your boyfriend's body.
You felt cum dripping on your thighs. Laying on top of Kageyama, you breathed heavily to gain your composure back again. He caressed your head with so much care. "Do you want to do it again?" you heard him asked. You groaned slightly before facing him.
"What? Didn't I tell you I won't stop even if you are tired?" he raised his eyebrows at you.
Ah, of course, he remembers that. "Fine," he heard you said. Kageyama smirked before he got you off of him.
This time, he fucked you in missionary. Kageyama pulled your body closer to his while his right hand squeezing your throat. With a shaky breath, he glanced over to where his cock was drilling in and out of your sensitive pussy. The clear white string coating his cock and your pussy, eventually making a mess on the clean bedsheet.
Your hips bucked as you were struggling to keep your eyes open to look at your ethereal boyfriend. "Fuck, Tobio. It-it's too much," you mewled.
Kageyama could feel the strong grips from you. His hips slamming onto yours harder as he felt so close to coming once again tonight. The stretchy feels of your walls kept drawing him in — clouding his mind from any rational thoughts. He just wanted to fill your cunt full with his seeds.
The soft sound of your cries echoed together with the sound of his balls smacking your ass in your silent bedroom. You clawed on his toned biceps as you rolled your eyes back. "Tobio, right there!" you choked.
Your boyfriend let out a pleased hum. His left hand playing with your sensitive nipples before latching his lips on it. He gently nipped on your nipples and sucking on them with soft grunts coming out of his mouth.
Your chest rose heavier, and your moans became broken when you felt your climax approaching. "Please, Tobio," you cried.
Kageyama picked up his pace before folding your legs in half. His cock buried deeper in your pussy — the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again. He heard you mumbled incoherently while begging to come with his permission.
He thrust harder into you when you let out a sudden scream. "Fuck," you sniffled. Your mind was clouded with lust as you tried to recall what happened after coming down from your high.
Kageyama let out a deep groan when he painted your insides again. His cum trickling down your thighs before he pulled out his cock. "Hm, that was amazing," he planted a soft kiss on your lips.
You smiled when Kageyama peppered your face with soft kisses. "No, I'm not done yet," you heard him said.
How many times did you come tonight? You have lost count. The next thing you knew was, you had to get a day off from work the next day. You were limping for the entire day. Kageyama still took care of you, though.
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Respect 1/3 (Ari Levinson)
Summary: You are a Beta that belongs to an all women pack. You and your pack were originally from Virgina but drove to visit family in Boston. You spent hours on the rode and stopped by a bar and grill to stretch their legs. Ari smelled you as soon as you stepped foot outside of the car, he wanted you but he used something that you rarely experienced before.
Characters: Steve Rogers x reader (platonic), Bucky Barnes x reader (platonic), Ari x reader (romantic)
Notes: Heidi is my own character, A/B/O dynamics, mentions of Alpha! Steve Rogers, Beta!Bucky Barnes, Beta! Natasha Romanoff, Beta!Thor Odinson and Alpha! Tony Stark, GIF is not mine
*Y/M/N= your mates name
*Y/A/F/N= your alphas first name
*Y/A/L/N= your alphas last name
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Knocking on Steve's door, Bucky opens the door with a wide smile. "Come 'er, ya squirt." He says, wrapping an arm around your neck and pulling you into the house.
"Get off of me, Bucky." You say with a giggle. He drags you into the living room where Natasha, Bruce, Thor and Tony all resided.
Your playful behavior soon shifted when you notice an unfamiliar scent. "Who else is here?" You ask, your voice loaded with alarm. "Relax, Y/N. This is Roma, our new omega," Steve says with an arm around her waist.
"Clearly she's more than just a new omega, she's your omega." You taunt, making Steve growl in warning. "Relax, Steve. I'm just yanking your chain. I'm Y/N honey, nice to meet you." You say with a respectful nod.
"You're friends with a lot of Alphas," she squeaks, making everyone in the room laugh. "Yeah, well what can we say. He has charm." Natasha purrs and you shrug in agreement.
Feeling a sharp pain in your chest, you cry out and collapses to the floor. You claw at your chest as you rest on your knees. "Y/N, what is it?" Bucky asks frantically as he kneels down next to you.
When he places a hand on your shoulder, your head snaps forwards with your eyes glowing an empty blue. Your teeth shifted into your wolf set and you whine in pain. "What's happening to her?" Roma asks but Steve tells her to be quiet.
You're seeing through your mate, Y/M/N's, eyes. He was looking up at an Alpha and a Beta punching and kicking down at him. He put his hands up to cover his face and curl into a ball to block the blows.
Your body spasms when reacting to the blows they were landing on Y/M/N. Tears flood your eyes when you could no longer see through his eyes. "Where are you?" You ask telepathically.
Standing from the floor, everyone was now crowding around you. "Corners Street," he says weakly. "I'm coming baby, just hang on a little while longer." You say, before dashing to the door and ripping the door open.
"Steve we have to go after her. She'll kill somebody." Bucky reasons. "Alright," Bucky grabbed his coat and rushed out the door, Steve going the same. You shift into your wolf form and dash through the streets as fast as your four legs could take you.
Slowly approaching your Y/M/N's lifeless body, you nudge his face with your snout. And his eyes snap open. "Oh thank God," you say in your head. You look from side to side before shifting into your human form.
"It's okay, baby." "Y/N," Bucky calls from Steve's truck and your head snaps to him. Pulling Y/M/N up from the ground, he winces as he puts all of his weight on you. You drag him into the truck and tell them, "Take him to the hospital and keep an eye on him."
"No, you're coming with us. You're bonded and he needs you right now." "I'm going to find them and pull out their entrails. And don't you dare stop me."
You threaten and Steve gets out of his truck angrily. Grabbing your shoulders, he pulls you closer to him and lifts your chin so you're looking up at him.
"You're coming with us." He says, pines and needles litering your skin. He was using his alpha command and you hated it.
"Get in the car," he adds before pulling away from you. Piling yourself in the car, Bucky tried to touch your hand but you growl at him and he retreats.
Steve hops into the driver seat and pulls out into the highway. Your hand latched onto Y/M/N's hand and you really wished you had the ability to take some of his pain away.
His body trembles with pain and you telepathically say, "I'm sorry, Y/M/N." "It's not your fault," he says, squeezing your hand tightly.
Steve looks at the two of you through his rearview mirror. Arriving at the hospital, the nurses put him on the gurney and roll him into the ER to operate. You wipe some sweat from your forehead with your blood stained hands.
Bucky tried to touch comfort you but you push his hand away. Steve and Bucky watch as you pace through the waiting room. Both of them wanting to say things but knew you would shoot them down. Once your anxiety reaches its peak, no one can calm you down.
Hours later, a crew of doctors and nurses came in with disappointed looks on their faces. "Oh God," you say, clutching your chest. A broken howl leaves your lips and Bucky catches you when your knees buckled.
"Y/N," you wake up with a growl, scaring everyone in the car. "Sorry," you mumble. "Had another bad dream?" your pack mate, Heidi, says. You nod in response. It's been a year since Y/M/N died and even longer since you broke contact with Steve and Bucky.
They were good friends and had positive intentions. But whenever you think of them, you think of Y/M/N.
And your heart hurt too much to think about him. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you scroll through your messages until you saw Bucky's name.
"Come on, doll. Don't shut us out. Not when you need us the most."
"It's okay to let go, Y/N. I understand." He says a couple weeks later and that was the last message you had from him.
Moving onto Steve's messages.
"If you're going to be mad at anyone, be mad at me. Just don't shut Bucky out, Y/N/N. I was the one that forced you with the alpha command, and I'm sorry for that. Just don't take it out on him."
"Y/N, please. At least let us know you're okay."
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. "I'm doing fine. I found a new pack that makes me feel at home." You started typing, but then you delete your text and shove your phone back into your pocket.
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"You guys hungry?" Your Alpha asks from the driver's seat. There were a few scattered yeses but you chose not to say anything.
What you wrote in the text was true. The pack did make you feel at home. You just chose to stay quiet and keep to yourself. Only put your opinion in when asked but when you feel that someone is disrespecting your pack, your family.
Your words tear them to shreds before you need to sink your claws into them. "Y/N, honey, you hungry?' she asks, glancing at you.
"I need a drink, so sure." "Alcoholic drink or regular drink?" She asks. "Both," you say, smiling when you notice her smiling.
Your Alpha recognizes your past and knows that you can step up when she needs her to. And for that she respects her more than the rest of the pack, though she'll never admit it. Pulling into a gravel parking lot, your Alpha parks in the front row and you open the door.
Hopping out, you step out of the way so the remaining nine people can come out. Your bones pop when you lift on your toes and twist your body side to side.
A pack was sniffing in your general direction. Out of the 12 of you, 7 were mated and claimed. The remaining 5 were free reign, or so they thought.
Those five were minors except yourself. You snap at them and all of them looked away from you. Your Alpha was at the front of the line and nods to you, and you stand in your rightful place as the tail. You all walk in and some of the chatter died down a little.
"Nothing to see here, mind your business." Your Alpha states. "A table to twelve please. Could you put two six seaters together?" Heidi asks. "Sure thing, follow me." You all follow the hostess and shot glares at the Alphas that were eyeing your pack.
Sitting down, Heidi passes a menu to each of us. You felt a pair of eyes on you but chose to ignore it. You were not in the mood for another alpha trying to stake their claim on you. "I have to go to the bathroom," "Yeah me too," more agreements grumble in the group.
"I'll go with them," Your Alpha says, standing from the table. You stay with the remaining five women and they converse among themselves about the menu. Hearing a chair scrape across the hard wood floor, you just know that you had to put someone in their place soon.
"Hey there beautiful," a man says, brushing a few hairs behind Heidi's ear. She squeaks and cowers into her chair. "Don't be scared, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you." "She's a minor, you pedo." You snap. "I'll just wait for her to turn of age then," "No you won't. Leave the table."
He places a hand on either side of Heidi and looked down at her. You stand from the table and approach him. He reaches out to touch your chin and you grab his wrist. Digging your claws into his wrist, you twist it until you heard a pop.
He yells out in pain and cradles his broken wrist in his hand. "You see that's what's wrong with you men, you never take no for an answer.. until you're put on your ass." You say loud enough for the whole bar to hear.
"Approach us without common sense and I'll slit your throat." You add, scanning the room for any contenders. This time you find the man who's been staring at you. It's an attractive man with a broad shoulders and chest.
His black button up stretches around his swole biceps and brings out his skin tone pretty well. He had a well groomed beard and a strand of his long, dark brown hair was resting on his forehead and his eyed you amusingly.
A small smile was perched on his lips but before you could say anything, you heard your Alpha crying out in pain. You, Heidi and the three other betas rush towards the bathroom where an entire pack was pinning them down. Your heart races when you see blood trickle down from where they were being held.
You flip over a chair and broke off two of the legs. You plunge each leg into a back and the men collapsed to the ground, struggling to pull it out. Another man run towards you and you drop kick him into the wall. You grab another man's head and slam it against the wall.
Getting a running start, you jump on his shoulders and use your momentum to throw him to the ground. You go into a somersault and kick two men in the face. You felt a hand on your shoulder and turn to see a man swinging at your face.
The next thing you knew, a strong hand grabbed his wrist before it hit you. The man from earlier stepped into view and growls at him. He punches him in the face and he falls to the ground.
Eyeing him suspiciously, he cracks his knuckles and reaches out to grab the throat of a beta trying to run away after trying to violate one of your betas.
The man from earlier hold the beta in front of you and you use your claws to slice open his chest. The beta drops to the floor and you look over your shoulder to see your Alphas pinning the other Alphas by the throat.
"A female pack can't even get food anymore." She retorts. "Ridiculous," she adds, dropping them so they could scramble away. "Are you alright, guys?" Your Alpha asks. You suffered from a few scratches but nothing too serious.
Glancing around the group, the suffered similar injuries. "Hi, I'm Ari. Ari Levinson." He introduced, holding a hand out to your Alpha. "Y/A/F/N Y/A/L/N," she states. "They're did a terrible job representing Boston packs. I'm sorry about that." Ari explains.
"Thank you for helping. It was appreciated." Your Alpha says. "Well it seems like you had it under control," he says, making eye contact with you. "Miss Y/A/L/N, I would like to take your beta out to dinner." He adds.
Who is this guy? You've never had an Alpha ask for your hand before. An Alpha never ask permission for anything, period. Your Alpha ponders for a moment before saying, "She's all yours. What day did you have in mind?"
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9 Breath
The Seven Meditation Postures of Vairocana
1. Sit Cross Legged, Ideally in full lotus position.
2. Sit with the Spine Straight with vertebrae balanced like a “stack of golden coins”.
3. Clasp the hands in Vajra Fists (Thumb on Ring finger, back of fist pushed down inside each leg)
4. Press the tongue to the palate, just behind the teeth.
5. Lift the shoulders with straightened arms like folded eagle’s wings
6. Tuck chin slightly in, like a swan’s
7. Gaze should be at tip on nose or just beyond.
Three Channels
Right Channel (Roma) – Red in color, the right channel is solar energy, representing anger, and bile humor – the fire element and it’s imbalances are symbolized as a snake.
Central Channel (Uma) – Blue in color, the central channel is wind energy as well as the wind humor representing desire or attachment and it’s imbalances symbolized are depicted as a rooster.
Left Channel (Kyangma) – White in color, the left channel is lunar, representing ignorance or delusions, phlegm humor earth and water elements of the body and it’s imbalances are symbolized as a pig.
Adopt a good posture. One that’s straight aligned, comfortable and relaxed. Sit very straight as subtle energy channels running on either side of spine are necessary features of this practice.
Take few long breaths: straighten up when you breathe in like you are pulled up by the crown and when you breathe out, subtly relax shoulders, face and hands while retaining the alignment.
Visualize yourself like a hollow balloon. Your skin is glowing and brilliant and on the inside there is only empty space. Take a few moments to strongly establish this visualization.
Next, visualize a ‘central channel’ about 1cm thick from your perineum at the base to the crown of your head and two ‘side channels’ going in through the nostrils up to eyebrow level and then going down either side of the central channel merging at just below the navel. All the ‘channels’ are hollow like plumbing pipes. Take a moment to establish this visualization. It will get easier and even instantaneous with practice.
Gently raise your hand and block the left nostril with your fingers. Take long, deep breaths through the right nostril all the while imagining drawing in white healing light through the right channel right down to the belly
Hold your breath and the white light in the central channel momentarily and then block the right nostril and release the air up and out through the left nostril. All the while imagining black smoke representing all negativity, illness and blockages releasing out through the left nostril.
This completes one round. Repeat 2 more times and do this with reverse sides. Breathe in through the left and breathe out with the right with the same visualizations. Do this 3 times. This makes it 6 times
For the last 3, do not block any nostrils; just take in long slow breathes through both and release through both visualizing white light filling you up and black smoke leaving you.
Pranayama has been attributed with momentous benefits with deep relaxation and improved wellbeing as the primary benefit. As a result benefits of improved concentration, reduced stress and depression, relieved hyper tension and strengthened nervous and respiratory system are aplenty.
Specific benefits include smooth flow of oxygen in the body, this helps in weight regulation by melting fat as more oxygen burns more fat
Pranayama helps in lung expansion thus increasing the efficiency and health of the organ
Pranayama stimulates Autonomic Nervous System, Sympathetic Nervous System and Parasympathetic Nervous Systems that help alleviate stress, anxiety, ease depression, dullness and lethargy
It helps digestion freeing from constipation, contends blood pressure and heart diseases
It removes problems of phlegm, mucus and tonsillitis ensuring teeth and gum health
It controls ageing too
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