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softie-rain · 1 month

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what do you think academy, peacekeeper, and eventually snow lands on top coryo would be like in bed. nsfw hc’s or dating in general🫶🏻⭐️

I tried to do a mix of both! Hope you enjoy (: I also tried to keep it gender neutral, if you don't mind, since there's a huge lack of x male readers fic tbh. Sorry any grammar mistakes!

tw: mentions of sex, not explicit but definitely nsfw content - canon coriolanus snow (he's mean) - peacekeeper coriolanus manipulates you - language - toxic relationship

Academy Coryo:

I feel like academy coryo doesn't really care about dating until he meets you, so when you start dating he's probably inexperienced. Both in dating and bed

He obviously can't buy you gifts or anything similar since he's poor, so he'll try to make it up by hanging out a lot with you

He helps you with your classes

EXTREMELY jealous like seriously and not in a sweet way

Very possessive (shocking I know) but he'll try to hide it

He also tries to be sweet with you though. In some ways. In his own personal way.

He has this subconscious instinct of protecting you due to always feeling like he has to take care of his family, so he has a similar feeling to you. He'll do anything to take care of you, which is not always good tbh, since that means he's very obsessive

BUT as much as he likes you/loves you his family and his political goals will always come first

He has to be the best at the Academy to get the Plinth Prize so you'll have a lot of study dates, this way he can study and spend time with you

Sometimes (more often than not) you'll get bored and try to seduce him, but he'll ignore you the 90% of the time

like imagine partner with boyfriend who neglects them to play with videogames

that's Coryo but during study dates

When he eventually does give in to the sex he's a bit awkward

He's a virgin, so in bed he'll have to learn with you as he goes lol

I don't think he's necessarily mean in bed, just a bit selfish, so he wants to please you but he'll always chase his own orgasm first

He's absolutely a boobs guy cause mommy issues (ups)

I know I said he's a selfish lover but he loves to finger you

Idk why he just does

He's probably soft in the aftercare

Switch vibes, but prefers to be on top (pun intended)

Peacekeeper Coryo:

This could go two ways: either you're from District 12, or you're a Peacekeeper

You're from District 12:

I don't think you two would exactly date, maybe he'll lead you on to think that but really he's just using you for his own pleasure

That doesn't mean he doesn't really like you. He loves having sex with you and is really drawn in by how you seem to want him so bad (who wouldn't)

But he doesn't want a real relationship, it's more of a physical obsession he has

Also he loves the power he gets because he's a peacekeeper and you're just some person who lives in the Districts so he also sees you as someone who desperately needs his help

You probably don't, but try and tell him that and he'll shoot you 🥰🫶🏻

He's so rough in bed. So so rough. I hope you're into that shit because he won't be nice with you

Will NEVER let you be on top. Ever. If you're afab sometimes he'll let you ride him but he'll still have all the control

He has power imbalance kink.

Also loves when you go down on him

And surprisingly he loves to go down on you?? It makes sense in my head. So much sense.

You're a Peacekeeper:

Okay for this one he'll most definitely don't want a relationship

Even if you do he doesn't really care, he just wants to fuck

Literally all the time. Every time you have a break, if you happen to be alone in the bunks, he'll get his way with you

But you want it too so it's fine

The way he's in bed is the same as before tbh

The only difference is that there won't be any power imbalance because you're both peacekeepers

So either you "fight" him for who's the top and who's the bottom

Or you just give in and let him take control

... let's be honest he'll end up on top in both scenarios

In the first case he'll be very mean to you. Like still in a sexual way, but lots of orgasm denials and edging

In the second case he'll act nicer and reward you [lets you cum] (but still selfish guys don't think he'll be soft on you)

Tbh if you're a Peacekeeper I'm not sure he'd want to go down on you. My head tells me he wouldn't

In both cases though (you're from the District or a Peacekeeper) he's extremely good in bed and won't leave you unsatisfied

Guess he had a development from the Academy idk

Snow Lands On Top:

Literally forget about any sweet moment you could have ever had with him during the Academy. Doesn't matter if you were already dating or if you started dating when he came back from 12.

You'll get married as soon as he's done with university. There's no fighting about that

Dude forget about your life or any freedom you had. You belong to him now.

He won't even try to hide it tbh, anything you say wrong he'll either threaten to hurt your family or he'll actually do it

The sex is surprisingly good, at least of you're okay with being taken whenever he wants and how he wants.

Though it depends because I can also see the scenario where he fucks you just to have an heir

Really depends if he marries you out of "love" or necessity

He won't care about pleasuring you, only cares about reaching his own orgasm the way he wants to and if you reach yours good for you lol

But either way, you know Tolerate It by Taylor Swift? Yeah. That's life with future President of Panem Coriolanus Snow.

Even if he does love you he won't show it, unless you're in public for the cameras

He'll shower you with presents: jewellery, new clothes, anything. Anything to keep you with him forever (again, could be both for love and obsession or because he needs to have a loving partner by his side for the cameras)

Even if you do eventually realize he's bad for you you can't leave him. the second you get together it's too late, you belong to him now, forever

He's also a dick so he's the only man you can talk to. He'll give order to murder any other human male being that speaks to you (or anyone else he has any reason to be jealous of, at least in his head)

You're probably having a party in the mansion when the people are killing him tbh

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #tom blyth #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut

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smoochhyuka · 3 months

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Throupling with 01z

this is canon y'all I was there

○o。content warnings! SFW, kinda suggestive at the start, fem!reader, polyamory (Chanseok are also romantically dating each other), this is kind of a summary or an imagine?? of how reader and Chanseok started dating (formatting's all over the place), light drinking, I intended to write smut but for some reason this turned fluffy and cute, edited for spelling

Sungchan and you met at the gym, since the two of you were often the only ones left to train at the late hours, you quickly started to talk and become friends. It didn't take long for him to introduce you to his best friend, who only occasionally (and begrudgingly) tags along as well.

You've developed a crush on the taller one right from the get-go: his open yet soft personality, his cute smile and the tight body, his delinquency but playfulness during training, are all aspects that make him incredibly charming. These thoughts definitely didn't leave as you met Eunseok, but you started to question them, as the more reserved but secretly hilarious brunette entered your life as well.

Not only did he start to join you almost every time, but he also begins to flirt with you, although they're mostly framed like jokes. The worst and most confusing part about this is that he'd do the same to Sungchan, sometimes even reusing old pick-up lines, making you two stunned at his shamelessness.

At first, the dirty blonde would ignore said cheesy comments, only apologizing to you on his friends' behalf for the more vulgar ones, regardless whether it was directed to you or at himself. After a while though, especially as he noticed how you grew fond of them, sometimes even rebutting with something even more filthy, he's openly showing his jealousy.

"You know she's mine, stop trying, dude."

"Y/N, you know he likes you, stop feeding his ego."

"I introduced you to each other, and now you're both abandoning me."

Eunseok would, especially after the last one, throw his arm around the other male, usually demeaning him with an embarrassing pet name, such as "my big baby" or "this little prince", and tell him how he's always going to be the brunettes number one. This display of close affection seems to be normal to them, even if it's meant as a joke (because you believe everything that leaves Eunseok's mouth is unserious), it still leaves you confused about the type of relationship the two men have, especially after seeing how red Sungchan's ears get afterward.

After a few months of training together, with you trying to navigate your conflicted and confused feelings towards both, while still questioning their sexual orientation, they invite you to go watch a movie together that you all have been looking forward to for months now. "We can finally take you on a proper date now." Eunseok tells you after hugging them goodbye, a sincere looking smile on his face instead of a playful grin. Sungchan acts differently too, he doesn't chime in, laughing or disagreeing as usual, he just nods and waves goodbye, with a flat, anxious-looking smile.

You couldn't sleep that night, as well as the following one. "We"? "Date"? "Finally"? "Proper"? This whole sentence left you more perplexed as ever. Of course, you have been weirdly crushing on both, and the sexual tension was almost suffocating you by how thick it was, but you couldn't believe that not only were the two of them seriously interested in you, they also seem to be okay with courting you at the same time, instead of competing for your attention.

Although your whole body was riddled by anxiety as you meet them in front of the cinema, the whole evening turned out to be incredibly fun, having laughed, talked and goofed around a lot, probably disturbing the other visitors.

The two men arrived together by car, and offer to drive you home. You're innocently debriefing the movie during the car ride, making fun of the teens who were sitting in front of you for their reactions. "That's my place!" you say after a while of giving directions, sitting next to Sungchan in the passenger seat. He just nods, pulling over to stop the car in front of your apartment. All of a sudden, the air feels heavy, seeing a rather emotionless expression on Eunseok's face through the rearview mirror, who's looking over at Sungchan. He swallows hard, before turning his face over at you, but not looking into your eyes. "How..." he starts, but interrupting himself to clear his throat, "What did you think, about, you know, today?" He starts to play with the strings of his hoodie, ignoring the burning stare of the brunette. "I enjoyed it, a lot." You answer truthfully, holding your breath, not daring to question their sudden switch in behavior. Your heart pounds against your chest, picking up on Sungchan's fidgeting by playing with the sleeves of your jacket as well. Finally, he raises his head to look at the man in the back, big eyes communicating something to Eunseok that you don't understand yet. "Y/N." the brunette says through his breath, "Would you like to meet us regularly, like this?" Both men, who have been looking at each other the entire time, now look at you, expectantly. The confusion is literally written all over your face, lost for words, unsure what to answer. Of course, they catch on, being aware about the ambiguity of their words. "Let me be more straightforward" Sungchan takes all the courage he could gather, breathing out heavily before taking Eunseoks hand in his, squeezing it tightly, "Would you like to date us? Us both?"

You finally let out the breath you've been holding the entire time. Even though you probably should feel more nervous now, you almost feel a little bit relieved by this revelation. Especially since this sounds... nice. You like both of them individually, having spent a fair amount of time with them one-on-one, but you equally enjoy being a trio. Still, even though some of your questions, that have been racing through your head for months, have been answered, new ones just formed as well. You timidly look at both, before taking off your seatbelt, both visibly tensing up. "Let's talk about this in my apartment, please." you ask quietly, "This is not the right place, I think." A small smile on your face, giggling as the two of them also let out their breath loudly, just as you did a minute ago.

The walk-up to your apartment is silent, both men didn't stop holding each other's hand until you close the door behind them. You feel butterflies in your stomach at the sight of these two tall men supporting each other silently like this.

Sharing a bottle of wine, the three of you stay up until 4am just talking about their relationship, what they expect or want from you, as well as about your feelings and desires. You find out that they've known each other for eight years, slowly but surely creating a strong bond that connects them more deeply, but they didn't have the courage to face these feelings until about a year ago, a few months before Sungchan met you. They describe how meeting you was like finding the final piece to a puzzle. You all start to tear up eventually, you have never felt this loved before, and you have never seen a deeper love than the two of them share for each other. Of course, you agree, leaving them grinning from ear to ear. You rather boldly press kisses onto their lips as well, reinforcing your agreement, and the three of you fall asleep in your bed, chaotically entangling your limbs.

#riize x reader #chanseok #01z #sungchan soft hours #sungchan x reader #sungchan soft thoughts #eunseok soft thoughts #eunseok soft hours #eunseok x reader #smoochwrites

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5eraphim · 8 months

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If you are okay with any poly asks/requests how about Demo and Soldier (kidnap) take their partner (afab) out to a random forest and hunt them down (primal play) because they were being a brat and teasing them.

(Soldier would have great tracking skills considering he is canonically friends with raccoons. And Demo would have a blast.)

This was HEAVILLY inspired by the Robert Hansen music video by SKYND. legit heard this song for the first time i think a week ago and I knew right away it was the perfect inspiration for this story. i don't know why my brain allowed this request to gather dust for months, but then heard one song that goes hard and then finishes it in a few days?? as always, i apologize for taking forever, but more importantly thank you for the request, i hope you like how this turned out.

Title: Hunting Party

Characters: The Soldier 🦅 and Demoman 🐏

Rating: X (MINORS DNI, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: Noncon, death threats, stalking, blades, guns/getting shot, Dark! Characterization, outdoor sex, double penetration, rough, AFAB reader/female terms used, fearplay, primal play, blood, depersonalization, boot licking, bukkake, threeway

Word Count: 5.2k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

"When you become separated or isolated in a hostile area, your evasion and survival skills will determine whether or not you return to friendly lines... With training, equipment, and the will to survive, you can overcome any obstacle you may face. You will survive. Understand the emotional states associated with survival. "Knowing thyself" is extremely important in a survival situation." U.S. Army Ranger handbook (Chapter 14, Sections 1-2)

"When you're on the march, act the way you would if you were sneaking up on a deer. See the enemy first" Major Robert Rogers, 1759

The sun began to set a little lower, and you were painfully lost in the middle of the woods. Your hands were cold; a bitter wind blew from behind, rustling the shriveled mid-autumn leaves over your head. It must've been hours, shambling fruitlessly through the dense forest, searching for an exit, praying you would find a way out before something else found you first.

For some reason, you couldn't remember exactly what happened earlier during the day leading up to this situation. You'd woken up disoriented, your head aching, and with no knowledge of where you were or how you wound up here. It hurt to move upon awakening, your head felt heavy and slow with drowsiness, and your joints were stiff and protested moving too quickly. It took much time and concentration to ease your body out of the fetal position you awoke from. A worn, dingy-smelling sleeping bag was the only thing separating your body from the cold ground. While a hooded jacket, long work pants, and thick-soled boots helped save you from the chill, your fingers were freezing after being exposed to the cold air unmoving for so long. As you began to rub them together to work up some friction to bring the feeling back into your hands, you spotted a rock pinning a slip of paper to the far corner of the sleeping bag where you'd be sure to find it.

You reached out to read the note,

"You've been getting too comfortable slacking off. You ought to learn how to take your job seriously. It's time you remember who you answer to. Let's see if you can get out of this one on your own."

"We'll give you a few hours headstart. Good luck."

Beneath the message, you recognized the messy signatures of two comrades, the Demoman and the Soldier. For a moment, you sat there motionless, holding the note in your hands, unsure if this was all some elaborate practical joke. Though you had to admit, if there were two people you knew who would try to teach you a lesson by forcing you into a near-death experience, it would be these two.

Eventually, you forced yourself to your feet, ultimately accepting that if you wanted to get out, you'd have to find it on your own. It wasn't long until paranoia began to set in. Whenever you heard rustling from the bushes, a twig snap, or any other sign of movement in the distance, you instantly froze up, looking around and over your shoulder, expecting to see them there.

The sound of a rifle firing in the distance stopped you dead in your tracks. Any fleeting hope that all this was some "game" died at that moment. "They wouldn't kill me; they couldn't possibly go through with it; there's no way they would go so far just because you broke a few rules…" You reasoned internally, but even if you didn't think they were out to kill you, not knowing what they had planned felt much more sinister. While the shot resounded far in the distance, you got the message loud and clear: You weren't alone anymore. Your headstart was over, and the hunt was on.

Forcing yourself to stop looking behind, you faced forward and began bolting at full speed straight ahead, treading as quietly as possible to avoid making too much noise. The sun was setting faster now, causing the shadows in the woods to stretch further in the dwindling light, though it was cold comfort, as once the sun set entirely, you knew you didn't have a prayer of finding your way out.

From a distance behind, you could hear Demo's voice, "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty-"

His little taunt sent a chill down your spine, only spurring you on all the faster.

"Come out, come out wherever you aa-are!" After this, you could hear the two of them taunting you from behind, and you could swear you could even hear them getting closer, beginning to close the distance between you and them.

"I'm NOT prey! I'm not going to let him get to me! I'll be free soon; I won't let them win!" You weren't a piece of meat for them to stalk and slaughter; you had to keep reminding yourself. They were taunting you, trying to get in your head, mind games, and nothing more. While you still had a decent amount of distance between you and them, you continued to move as stealthily as possible, darting from shadow to shadow, keeping your weight mainly on the balls of your feet, crouching toe-first through the foliage to keep your steps as silent. Overhead, a crow cried out abruptly, startling you and forcing you to cover your mouth with your hands to keep from crying out. You knew if they weren't hot on your trail before, they knew now exactly where you were. You were unable to keep from trembling as you heard footsteps echoing closer.

For just one moment, you faltered, considering briefly if you stopped running, you had a chance of trying to negotiate with them, reasoning if you surrendered, maybe they would go easy on you. After all, they'd enjoyed the thrill of tracking you down, stalking you through the woods 'till they were right behind. Wasn't that enough?

In a split second, you stopped running, knowing the two were right around the corner; you slowed to a stop, forcing yourself to stand your ground on shaky legs, knowing your hunters were right around the corner. Though the moment you were caught in Solly's crosshairs, he didn't wait for a second before pulling the trigger, sending a bullet ripping past you, clipping your hip as it fired past you.

In a matter of seconds, you went from looking at the men before you to the forest floor as you fell face-forward, using your arms to brace your fall as you screamed in pain as hot blood oozed down the side of your leg. By the grace of God, the bullet hadn't lodged inside of you, though you had no clue if that was on purpose or not. It was far from the worst pain you've felt before, but it was enough to quickly down you. You could hear the sound of the two drawing closer but were in too much pain to look up as you curled into the fetal position, drawing as inward as tight as possible, as though that would save you.

They won. You were downed and bleeding at their feet with nothing to protect yourself. Nearly all your energy and will to fight back was drained, and you felt like a lamb seconds before the slaughter. You were terrified during the chase but managed to keep your wits about you. But your sanity was slipping fast. Despite everything, you had a bad feeling the bullet-graze wound would be only the start of your pain tonight. You cowered beneath a massive oak, illuminated by the flashlight attached to Solly's rifle. Pushing yourself off the ground with a grunt, you force yourself to sit back up, your knees propped up under your chin.

You glared up at the man from your position sprawled out on the ground as he glared at you with an expression of equal anger, "What's the matter, cadet? No more fight left in ya?"

As if you could try and keep running, even if you wanted to. But seeing Solly's loaded rifle pointed at you kept you from saying anything sarcastic for fear of upsetting him. Trying to choose your words carefully, you asked, "Is this the end of the hunt?"

Solly sneered, "Do you surrender?"

Trying not to sound snarky, you answered, "Do you think I could run away like this?"

"He asked ya a question- Do ya surrender?" Demo interrupted. Though he didn't have a firearm pointed at you, the throwing ax in his hand frightened you worse than Solly's rifle.

You nodded, having already accepted defeat. "Fine. You win, I surrender… Now what?"

"It depends. Have you learned your lesson?" Solly spoke, lowering his weapon slightly.

"What?" you questioned, almost shrill with annoyance and fear. The blood seeped in throbbing pulses from your hip, disorienting you to the world around you, and trying to decipher what these two maniacs wanted only furthered your confusion.

Thankfully, rather than lashing out again, Solly explained in his usual gruff, authoritative tone, "You're always slacking off on missions and at work back at base! Trying to ditch work and head out early! You are the laziest Engineer to ever work for our team! If Dell saw what you've done in his place, he'd shoot you! You're a disgrace to your class, you runt!"

Was that what this was all about!? "Dell, you overachieving son of a bitch!" You mentally cursed. It was tough to be an Engineer when held to the impossibly high standard set by your predecessor. You loved Dell; everybody loved Dell. But you couldn't help feeling irked whenever your work was compared to his, as no matter how hard you tried, he always found some way to upstage you. While you loved your job and working with the team, there was simply no competing with a guy like Dell. The man was a third-generation Engineer. All his life, engineering was all he knew. He was practically bred for this job. He gave everything he had to work, and it showed. Dell was nothing less than a master at his craft. You wanted to hate him for this, for showing you up, for acting so modestly and earnestly when others praised his work, even though you could tell from the look in his eye he loved every second of it. But you still couldn't hate Dell; nobody could.

It hurt to wonder if you'd ever see Dell again. Your heart throbbed as you feared these two might just be deranged enough to go through with this, killing you in cold blood far into the wilderness where no one could hear you scream. There was no Medic here to tend to your injuries, you had no idea how far away the respawn machine was, and you had a bad feeling whatever happened to you out here wouldn't go away so quickly. And there was a good chance these two would be the last thing you'd see before you died.

The longer the two stared you down, the harder it became to keep your head clear. You were terrified to be held at their mercy with no idea what they wanted from you. You broke the silence, your voice unsteady and panicked, slightly rasping on account of how dry your throat became during the hunt. "What do you want me to tell you? I won't leave early anymore? I'll work faster? Whatever it is you want, I'll do it! C'mon, this has gone on long enough!"

Solly appeared chillingly indifferent to your pleas for mercy. "I'm not convinced."

You grunted in desperation, turning your attention from Solly to his partner, "Demo, you show up to work shitfaced every day, and you're really going to call me a slacker!?"

His eyes were only somewhat unfocused, bearing the telltale sign of his usual intoxication, which narrowed slightly at your dig against him. "I don't need to be sober to make my bombs or to chuck 'em. And I'll shove one down your gullet right now if ya need me to prove it." You straightened and went rigid at the threat, even if he wouldn't deliver. It was disquieting to know how inclined to violence he was now.

Solly crept forward just an inch as though spurred on by your reaction. "If you want us to get you out of the woods so soon, cadet, we could chop you up right here. Take your head home with us, and keep it on the wall. Let everyone on base know what happens to slackers."

"Look- I'm sorry for letting you down, really, I promise I am! But I'm not a slacker! I'll do better, I swear! Please, let's just go home- we're teammates, right? Let's get back to base, and we'll straighten all of this out." You desperately tried to think of any way to negotiate out of this without promising anything drastic. You wanted to argue with their emotional side, remind them you were friends, and convince them to end this terrible game. The sun set lower during your confrontation, and it was too dark to make out anyone's expression clearly, but you had little faith that either of them was convinced.

Demo snickered, lowering himself to sit back on his haunches, meeting you at eye level, "But we're not back at the base, now are we? Out here, ya ain't a comrade. You're less than an enemy, yer our prey. An' the prey don't' make orders."

Instinctively, you shifted away nervously, wanting to protect what little distance you had left between the two maniacs. Demo still had his hand wrapped around a throwing ax, and you couldn't take your eyes off it. The wicked polished metal of the ax's blade caught the flashlight's beam, reflecting menacingly.

"Aw, c'mon now, don't be so scared- we'll be gentle." Demo spoke with condescending sweetness, enjoying the visible fear on your face. You gasped in fear as you saw Demo's arm holding the ax move, as he made a show of striking the ground by his feet, wedging the weapon into the earth, remaining upright even as he pulled his hand away. You could hear them laughing, watching you flinch and yelp in fear at the fake-out.

Demo teased, "Still spooked? Why? I thought ye said we were all friends here?" He raised both palms facing you to show you his empty hands, "I'm not gonna hurt ye. The ax is gone. Now come here." He used his pointed finger to gesture for you to come closer, though, at the moment, you were so paralyzed with fear you doubted you could comply even if you wanted to.

The Demo wasn't pleased by your hesitance, "Don't make me come over there an' getcha myself."

It was beyond stupid to try and defy either of the men in your condition, but Demo didn't even give you time to react as he lurched forward with shocking agility, grabbing you by the collar. The action caught you by surprise, and your legs almost instantly gave out from under you, giving you just seconds to break the fall with your arms as you landed belly-down in the dirt.

He asked, "Looks like ya got a lil blood on your shirt, lass- let me help you out of it."

Your clothes were the last of your worries, and he knew it. You could only whine with grief as you heard Demo unearthing his ax to rip the shirt from collar to tail, then from the collar down the sleeves. Slicing your poor shirt to ribbons before pulling the useless fabric away, before doing the same to your bra. As he worked, he sat down on your ass, his weight pinning you in place. While you hated being forced into such a position, you dared not move or try to buck him off while he had an ax directly above your vulnerable body. The cold against your naked flesh made you prickle with discomfort as you listened to him fiddling with something behind you.

"Alright now, lassie, I want you to put your hands behind your back." Demo spoke with a deceptively calm voice, gentler than he'd spoken to you the entire time you'd been in the woods. You shivered in the cold but nevertheless did as you were told. Though just as your arms were in place behind your back, you felt cold metal wrap around them, and the sound of handcuffs locking them into place, you instinctively tried to lurch forward.

Demo laughed out loud in amusement as he felt you wriggling beneath his weight, trying to worm your way out of this while your hands flapped pathetically against the cuffs.

"Got Em locked in place for ya. 'Bout time for a real apology from this one, wouldn't ya say?"

"What the hell does he mean by a real apology?" You wondered- wasn't that what you were doing this whole time? Arching your back as high up off the ground as possible, you tried to look Solly in the eye, "But- I just, do I need to repeat it? I'm sorry I let you guys down; I swear it won't happen again! I swear on my life! I'll say it again and again if I have to." Your voice cracked, and you continued in a much quieter, frail tone, "Isn't that enough?"

Solly merely smiled down at you, shaking his head slowly before lowering himself before you, down on one knee, his boot directly in front of your face.

"I want to see you prove it. Do you want me to believe you'll start doing as you're told? Start now. I want you to kiss my boot."

You cringed hearing this, eyeing the grime caked on his shoes with contempt, though with a sickening certainty, he was dead serious. He nudged his shoe a little closer to your face, watching you wince at the sight of them. You were so tired, and begging was beyond pointless by now. The best you could muster was a half-hearted glance up at Solly, searching for a shred of humanity yet seeing nothing but grim excitement from the man.

You lowered your head closer to his boot, trying to steel your resolve and to try and get this over with as fast as possible, though as soon as you got close enough for the tip of your nose to graze the boot's leather, you involuntarily gagged at the muddy smell, knowing you were about to put your mouth directly there.

You could feel your face heating with humiliation as you heard the two men laughing at your misery. Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to go again, holding your breath to avoid enduring the smell. Shutting your eyes, you gave a light kiss to the leather as quickly as you could before pulling away again. Miraculously, you'd escaped without any dirt on your mouth, though the after-feeling the boot's leather left on your lips was revolting enough.

Taking your chin in his rough hand, he tilted your face up in his direction. Solly grumbled, "You can do better than that cadet- do it again."

Your jaw dropped; how could he still need more from you? "But you said-"

"And now I'm saying do it again!" He grasped your face a little tighter before letting go. It wasn't painful, but in such a vulnerable position, you couldn't help but yelp in pain as you anxiously looked down at the dirty boot.

You felt so broken down and humiliated you wanted to cry, but your will to escape this situation outweighed the fear. Drawing in another deep breath, you forced your head back down. Just as you were about to leave another quick kiss, you felt Solly's hand clamp down on the back of your neck, pushing your head forward and forcing you to keep your lips locked harder against his boot. You wretched at the feeling of muck on the corner of your lips through grit teeth. It hurt to keep holding your breath, but you endured anyway as Solly forced you to remain in the compromising position.

When he eventually let your neck go, your head shot up at once as you spat. No dirt entered your mouth, and you could feel it on your lips as you tried to rub it off on your shoulder. From behind, you felt Demo's hand squeeze your shoulder, "Atta, girl! I knew ya had it in ya!"

You were about to try and wriggle your shoulder out of his hold, but to your surprise, Demo climbed off your back willingly as Solly rose from his kneel in front of you. You had no idea why he did it until you heard Solly sneaking up close behind you before speaking,

"Let me look at the wound." Obviously, he was talking to himself as if you could take off your bloodied, dirt-smeared work pants. Using the same ax Demo used to separate your shirt from your body, Solly tore the denim fabric directly over your rear, forcing the waist to widen enough for him to slip them off. He struggled, trying to pull them down over your heavy-duty work boots before he pulled those off as well. Your undergarments slipped off along with your trousers, leaving you without a single remaining shred of decency.

The frigid air ran over your wound with chilly needle-like pricks, and you could tell Solly had re-opened the wound, pulling your pants off causing fresh, hot blood to spill over the crusted dry wound.

From his position on the sidelines, Demo whistled lowly, apparently impressed seeing the wound no longer obstructed by clothing. "Nice shootin! That's a deep one, alright!"

Biting down on your cheek, you felt Solly's thick fingers awkwardly prodding at the sensitive, wounded flesh. You knew better than to hope Solly had any intention of patching you up; he only stripped you down like this to appraise his work. You weren't a wounded comrade to him; you were nothing more than his prey.

Solly crouched beside you, stroking his fingers against your hip, barely grazing the wound as he growled, "You're not sneaky. You Engineers, couped up in your little nests all day, bet you love it when you get in on the action. Bet you love getting roughed up like this."

Forcing yourself to face him, you shook your head; it was pointless to try and reason with him; whatever logic he was running on now, you couldn't hope to comprehend.

He grinned, watching you continue struggling and cling to your last desperate hope of escaping. "Or do you just like the attention? You slack off to get us frustrated- it turns you on, doesn't it? I bet you've been waiting for this, waiting for someone to come and teach you a lesson."

Even with just your clothes torn off, before either of them really got their hands on you or even fully undressed, a pit of self-resentment settled in your stomach, and as you lay there with your hands cuffed behind your back and your belly in the dirt you couldn't help but blame yourself for all this. "If only you'd done your job like you were supposed to, you wouldn't be here! For God's sake, why couldn't you just do what you're told!" you mentally scolded, feeling the long-since burning shame intensifying slightly. To your disgust, you glanced at Solly as he picked up your inside-out, discarded pants, finding the area torn up by his bullet thickly saturated with blood. He held the scrap up to his nose, inhaling deeply, moaning as he exhaled and grunted with satisfaction. You recoiled, but he looked back at you, his face sickeningly amused, "You've been a fine little game to hunt- shame it all ends here."

You sobbed, "Please, you don't need to go through with this! You had your fun; I've learned my lesson; you don't need to take this any further!"

You could hear Demo chuckling behind you, "Aw, she must think the fun's already over. Poor lassie."

There wasn't enough light to make anything out, and you were too broken to look either of them in the face any longer. The two men worked like one, positioning you exactly how they wanted to take you. You could feel Demo's hands on your hips, guiding you back and positioning you to straddle his lap. His hands tickled the sides of your body as his fingers ran up and down your skin in a mocking gesture of comfort. Demo's belly brushed against your back as he held you square and in place while Solly undressed. You felt Demo grinding his hard dick against your inner thigh, his strong hands keeping you locked in place despite your instinct to pull away from the unwanted advance. As unpleasant as the contact was, you were still shivering from the cold and secretly enjoyed the fleeting sensation of his body heat against your skin before he leaned back away from you. His gut, well padded by a layer of adipose over his stocky muscles and broad frame, felt warm against your shivering body. Demo was warm, but he sure wasn't comforting.

It didn't last long; as Solly drew nearer, Demo lay back, keeping you upright on his lap. You felt Solly's fist grab you by the hair, jerking you forward without warning; the sudden pain made you tense up, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth.

Solly growled, "Consider this overtime slacker. You'd better keep up."

You could feel Solly was already turned on from the thrill of tracking you down and forcing you to degrade yourself in front of himself and Demo. And sickeningly, you realized he probably got turned on watching his friend man-handling you, his little cadet, before forcing you to stay upright and obediently in place, waiting for him to get in on the action.

Solly smirked, looking over your shoulder at Demo, "What do ya say, will you do the honors of going in first?"

It was a sick joke, knowing they were just moments away from forcing you to endure both at once. Demo laughed lazily, "Cheers, lad."

It was agonizingly slow, feeling Demo force himself inside of you. Unfortunately, you realized he was naturally well endowed, and feeling his manhood pushing inside made you cry out in pain. He was already fully erect and even slightly lubed by a bit of spit he crudely coated his shaft with, though it hardly made any of this easier on your end. You weren't turned on and could focus on nothing but the awful burning stretch of Demo splitting you open.

Solly had the grace to wait for his co-conspirator to fully situate himself inside before he joined in. You felt Demo's bruising hold on your thighs, forcefully rocking you forward as he started thrusting up. The entire time Demo worked on you from below, Solly had your hair in his fist, using it to jerk your head up to look at him, forcing you to give him your full attention again.

Solly growled, "Use your teeth, and you're dead; I mean it. Unless you want me to force it up your ass, you better behave, got it?"

You forced yourself to nod, trying to push down the nauseating disgust. As Solly shuffled forward a little bit, you trembled with fear, and you were almost too scared to move when you felt his head prod against your mouth.

This hesitance resulted in another harsh tug against your head. "Open up. Now."

It was a simple command, but one you weren't sure you were strong enough to carry out. But with Solly's threat ringing in the back of your mind, you forced yourself to comply, trying not to jerk away or give him any further reason to punish you.

The Demo had slowed down a little, though he kept himself painfully deep inside as he wanted to get a good look as his friend continued to violate you. Clearly getting off on your suffering as he throbbed watching all this unfold.

The feeling of both inside made you sick to your core, but you tried as hard as possible to close your eyes and think of anything but where you were now as the two began moving in earnest. You could hear Demo grunting with exertion and arousal as he picked up his pace, forcing you to ride his lap while he chased his climax. The pain of struggling to breathe with Solly's cock in your mouth made you gag, your tongue awkwardly writhing against him with uncoordinated movements. It would have been a blessing to feel his precum beginning to dribble down your throat if it wasn't so vile.

Just as he was about to burst, you felt Solly retracting quickly, keeping your head in place with his fist in your hair and your face up, looking up at him. You coughed and wheezed as you forced full gulps of air into your lungs before you were caught by surprise when you felt him shooting his seed directly onto your face. The gunk landed in the center of your face, leaking down over your mouth and chin. The foul stuff falling in thick droplets down your chin and neck. Unfortunately, you accidentally inhaled a rogue splatter of semen in the process, the feeling of the warm, sticky residue making you wretch loudly despite the small amount.

In the moment, you weren't even sure you felt human anymore. You were so beaten down by the past few hours psychologically and physically that you felt hollow and numb inside. Likely, it would be a while before the terror and disgust truly set in, but right now, you were nothing but a warm body, a scrap of meat. Chewed up and spat back out by a couple of predators.

At some point, Demo pulled out after keeping himself buried inside you long after he climaxed, enjoying the feeling of your warm body stretched around his sensitive cock. But you had no idea how long that was, and it wasn't until you felt Demo carefully shuck you off his lap to get back on his feet and redress that you realized he'd already come.

You weren't even relieved when they eventually let go, feeling the cold ground below your bare skin as you waited motionless, watching the two pull their clothes back on with dull, vacant eyes. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you didn't even feel yourself crying; you were too tired, practically dead to the world. As you pouted, you felt as impotent as a child, waiting for your guardian to take you back home and let you rest. But the men before you were no guardians, and you had no idea how long it would be until you returned to your own bed.

"You did better than I thought, cadet. I always knew you were holding out on us." Now fully dressed, Solly appeared to take a moment to appraise you honestly, scanning you up and down, mentally evaluating how serious your wounds would become in the morning."What'd you think, Demo? Has she earned a lift back home yet?"

Your head throbbed, and your vision spun too much to focus clearly on Demo's face, though even you could see the cold-hearted smile as he held his chin in his fist, pretending to ponder the question to further draw out your suffering. By now, your mind had already begun to shut itself down in the name of self-preservation.

You looked up, seeing two men you recognized but who you would never see as comrades, much less friends, again. You didn't feel like an Engineer anymore, or even human. You felt like nothing more than slaughtered prey in the den of a predator. Cruelly left alive to bleed out with no idea what would come next.

"Ah, I suppose she's earned it. We ought to let her off easy for such good behavior."

His eyes shined with excitement as he regarded the pitiful state you'd been reduced to with pride as he continued, "But, the night is still so young. It'd be a shame to bring her home right away, wouldn't ya say?"

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hamlettie · 5 months

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“ GOD IN YOU

Fyodor Dostoevsky (BSD) & Reader

— You find Fyodor frozen in the middle of the snow. You don’t know him, but you two share a moment together.

“In that, you’re right. God, as the kind of person He is, wouldn’t feel good thinking about how His homes are ruled…” His gaze rose to the vast and empty sky, getting lost in the fog, as his body lay back on the snow. He let out a sigh. “God is not a person.”

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Content—SFW! Religious and philosophical themes. Pre-rat Fyodor (he did commit crimes, but this is before the organization). Fluff, comfort. You can see he is hurt.

Notes—First time posting fanfic in Tumblr!! :D There is a part that is inspired in “He bled for us” fanfiction by @/creantzy because since i read it, it just grew on me like canon and I can’t see things otherwise.

The sky was stained with a dark and cold mist; you couldn’t even see the moon or the stars. As you walked along the path among the trees, the sound of your steps was muffled by the dense snow. In all of this, you seemed to spot something strange as you lifted your gaze towards the clearing. The body of someone dressed in dark clothing contrasted against the pure white snow. Oh, a man! Around him, there were no marked footsteps. It was as if he had fallen from the sky… or perhaps, he had been there since the morning before the massive snowfall that probably covered such traces.

If you were a bit more normal, witnessing this would worry you to the extreme, and you would run to check if the man was okay or even breathing. But you didn’t react, at least not immediately. You simply deviated from the path, moving away from the black, bare trees, and walked towards the figure with complete naturalness.

If anyone were to see you at that very moment, they would think you were taking it with an inhuman tranquility. But it wasn’t that. It was more of a certain resignation: for that man to be lying there, the world and the people inhabiting it should be more rotten than you believed.

Poor man, you thought.

But when you got close enough, you could see his flickering magenta eyes gazing at the sky. You noticed he held a silver rosary in his hands over his chest. Strangely, he seemed so calm, as if he were incapable of feeling any cold.

You lowered your scarf slightly and asked, not wanting to interrupt too much: “Are you okay?”

Suddenly, the man noticed your presence. He quickly scanned you from head to toe, as if you might pose a danger he hadn’t anticipated. However, as soon as he saw that you were just an ordinary person, rightfully concerned, his eyes relaxed, and they returned to the misty sky.

“Yes,” he replied.

You sat down on the cold snow next to him. Even though he seemed to show no signs of being cold, you didn’t want to be mistaken. You took off the scarf that covered half of your face and offered it to him. “Here,” you said. “You need it more than I do.”

The man’s eyes looked back at you.

“Certainly…” he said, as if he was remembering where he was. “I must be cold.”

He carefully sat on the snow, as if being cautious with his own body. With a certain peculiarity, he took the scarf, staring intently at your hands, making sure not to touch them as he accepted the garment.

In a few seconds, the comfortable scarf was wrapped around his neck, and he let out a small sigh, closing his eyes as he felt the soft wool with the tips of his fingers. He seemed content.

As he kept silent, you said: “You could get seriously sick, or worse, die of hypothermia being out here… Did someone leave you here?”

A brisk breeze brushed against you two as his magenta eyes opened. His delicate black hair flowed with the wind.

“No one left me here. I came on my own.”

He didn’t seem very enthusiastic about your questions. Nevertheless, he also didn’t seem like you bothered him. He kept his gaze on you, as if wondering what else you might ask. Because of that, the absence of any negative reaction to your presence, you didn’t want to leave him alone as he was before.

You noticed that he continued to grip his rosary tightly with his left fist, and you thought that was a good topic. Or… maybe it wasn’t. You recalled the incidents in the monasteries, of monks, novices, and fathers who were found dead in a pool of blood. You thought that it could be that this guy came directly from something like that, explaining his strange behavior.

Still, you had nothing else to talk about.

“Your rosary is very nice.”

The guy’s eyes shifted from yours to the gleaming silver of the object that shone brighter than ever in the whitish atmosphere.

“In some particular universe… I might have been a fervent novice in the local monastery. But not in this world.”

“The world is cruel,” you tried to console. “I’m sorry about the incidents…”

The guy concealed the rosary in his black clothes, strangely gaining a certain determination in the act.

“No,” he said shortly. “Churches tend to be crueler than the world itself.”

“In that, you’re right. God, as the kind of person He is, wouldn’t feel good thinking about how His homes are ruled…”

His gaze rose to the vast and empty sky, getting lost in the fog, as his body lay back on the snow. He let out a sigh.

“God is not a person.”

A certain degree of confusion introduced itself in your head.

“What do you mean, not a person? Isn’t God a being, a moral figure, for us to follow?”

“No, He’s more than a being, more than a simple model of ethos. Because God doesn’t breathe like we do. God doesn’t get sick, and He’s not susceptible to the freezing cold of the snow…”

Suddenly, the guy sneezed.

“Come on… you’re getting sick,” you said. “We should go.”

But he didn’t respond to your idea. Instead, in a few seconds, he tried to continue developing his idea as if he hadn’t heard you.

“God is… He is everything conceivable. He is not just the material reality like furniture, matter, the… small atoms that make up snowflakes…” The pale tips of his fingers felt the snow, bringing it infront of his eyes, appreciating every sensory detail that God had provided for him, for us, for everyone to feel. “God is how everything works. The laws of physics, chemistry, that we deduce through pure intuition and intellect… God is that as well.”

You remained silent, attentive to his words.

Slowly, you settled in, resigning yourself to the numbing touch of the snow, lying down on it, hearing its crunch, and joining him in the dialectical journey he was undertaking. At least, you felt that he connected with what is true in this world to establish such connections between ideas that, if not for him, would continue to be separated. Science and God returned to their usual relationship before their big fight, like a married couple apologizing and promising to listen and respect each other from now on.

Because science is a human product, and the human product is God.

“That means…” you said, “that we are all part of God.”

“We are all part of God, even the sinners… That’s why He loves us so much. It’s like… do you know that natural attachment parents usually have to their children? Even when the child is the most horrible, physically ugly, and very badly behaved, but still, the parents still love him and always will, because they tell everyone how wonderful the despicable child is. Well, that’s kind of like God’s love. But He is not compassionate with those who don’t recognize their wrongdoing. Sinners disrupt the order established by Him and harm His world, harm others who are like Him.”

The corners of your lips timidly lifted your cheeks. Something was making sense to you.

“It’s as if we were all the same person, don't you think?”

His gaze fell on you, observing you closely. But unlike the other times he looked at you, this time it arose from genuine interest. At least, that's what you felt when you saw his eyes flashing that hint of surprise.

After a few seconds, the man turned his face away and closed his eyelids, no longer watching you or the sky. In such tranquility, he replied, “Certainly,” while his left hand was hidden under his clothes, gripping the shiny object he hid, and his right hand continued to play with the senses of the pompous scarf.

You couldn’t stop looking at him.

“…What’s your name?”

Without moving an inch, he replied, “Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky.”

Then, as you directed your gaze to the sky, the dense dark fog had dispersed. The moon was above all, in that sky you thought was black but was actually blue. The tones of the snow painted a beautiful light blue, shining, and the stars twinkled above both of you.

#hamlettie writes #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor x reader #bsd fanfic #hamlettie fanfic #bungo stray dogs

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Berlin, episode 1 - a spoiler-filled live reaction/commentary

Spoilers ahoy under the cut!

Our man wears a turtleneck from the get-go, which I find hilarious.

"This is my team - one of the three I've robbed with in my life - but this one is special to me as it's from my golden age". Maybe season 2 - if it exists - will focus on that other team? Or? The other 2 teams are The Cormorants and the Mint gangs? What do you guys think?

Also this is set before Berlin knew of his Helmers Myopathy (lol I took Liberties in my latest fic, I won't let something like canon change that)

Roi sees him as the father he never had, while Berlin sees Roi as "a loyal dog he walks every day" -- right, I'm totally going to write these two, and not just because Roi calls him "sir" and shines his shoes.

Damien is a Professor but for real.

During the first heist we see of the gang, a random guest clocks the team as "not police " in about a minute, seemingly based on Keyla's glasses/fidgeting -- okay I guess?? Make that conflict, Pina & Co!

Also iirc Berlin pulls out a bag to put the stolen artifact out of his ass thin air.

Losing my mind at the smashed phone bit though, the panto is chef's kiss. (points pinky)

Berlin has TERRIBLE gun etiquette/safety OMG???

"Love doesn't last", says the three-times-divorcee. Believe him, before he marries two more times and unhinges his jaw to eat his beat friend's face.

"What name did you choose?" "Cameron" -- the old gang's names are also chosen.

Pedro Alonso learned French for this okay? And he did a fine job ngl, much better than his Danish of S5.

Keyla is (at least partially) a plot device/Deus Ex literal Machina with her generating 650 pages of content about their made-up archeological gang ---- hopefully priest dude doesn't know how to double check stuff like awards because then Keyla would have to ~hack loads of sites/databases okay I'll stop but seriously

He calls himself Berlin already. How or why? Unclear yet.

Based on the iPod shuffle that Keyla's wearing the series takes place after 2010-2012 (so before he met Martin according to the little timeline I made a while ago)

The Berlin-Roi talk about a particular woman (Cameron) gives me Berlin-RIO (heheh) talk about Tokio

Oh no tell the guy who lusts over a girl to act as her dad instead - that's going to go WELL

The door hacking (Panasonic) device with Matrix-style flowing numbers and letters is PRIMO and not hilarious at all. (Rafael's hacking device was marginally more believable)

Three home invaders vs one angry little pup - I'm in the pup's corner!

Not a huge fan of Cameron just yet, she gives me Tokio vibes and not in a good way. She IS hot though.

Come on Cameron, when a guy says not to touch his ass you don't take it personally?? Girl, that's not cute irl. If you wanna help him open that lock, warn him. Touching people without their consent is No Bueno. I get that she's supposed to be mentally ill but bit a creep?

Berlin is possibly an insomniac. He's not changed from the Berlin I know and love in that he feels that: 1) he's in any position to give advice, let alone about love 2) he knows all about love his experiences are universal

(I trust Damian's take on love and kinda agree with him)

OMG THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED!!! --- and Berlin said "ew no?"

Oh Jesus Christ we were spared from another poop particle conversation but just barely (since when is the guy who fucks in stench-filled basements all squeamish?)

Period-inappropriate Imagine Dragons cover

That's why I started learning the guitar in high school, this scene right here, to have someone look at me with that wonder in their eyes. (all the boys learned to play guitar to pick up girls, years later I figured out that so did I lol)

The sights in this episode are beautiful though! <3

Berlin's philosophy on courting women is, according to my headcanon, stolen from Martín who's "an infantry general by vocation" and NO ONE can change my mind

Roi's sincere WTF look here is priceless

All in all - yep, i'm watching the rest too (lol). Can't guarantee live reactions for the next episodes (unless requested/I have the time)

#lcdp berlin #berlin 2023 #Berlin netflix #Berlin spoilers #Pedro Alonso #LCDP Berlin #i prob typed names all wrong ;__; and I apologize

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dib-thing-wannabe · 7 months

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The Villain's Untold Moldings - Chapter One

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(Quickly, two things before y'all start reading this-

This doesn't mean that I'm quitting with my cu au content, I just needed to write this as it came to me at night and I have to share it with everyone else, so consider it more as a side project then anything else.

In this fanfic, Robot does not have his canon look, but instead has the Robot human (?) design made by @taxlthomas (Or @itsalldownhillfromherehoney because idk which to tag as they are the same person). This is something that I feel is important to mention as I don't think anyone could take it as seriously as I imagine it to be, so please check out their artwork before reading this if you don't know what it looks like. As I'm already tagging people, I'd also like to thank @genderlessjacky who helped me with the name of this fanfic!

Other than that, enjoy this!)

(Edit: I should mention that when I make more chapters, they will be featured on my pinned post, though I'm not tagging my pinned with the pj masks tags.)

Memory log 1 - Date: Sept. 7, 2005 - Time: 12:01

I turned on for the first time ever. I scanned the room I was in, standing on my charging pod, when the scan stopped as I laid my robotic eyes on a man. He had raven colored hair, fair skin, green eyes, and he was wearing a lab coat covered in oil. He seemed proud, yet tired.

"Hello, Robot. You may call me Mr. Mecano, or if you'd prefer, Master. I'm the one who made you!" He told me in a prideful tone.

"Hello, Master." I replied with, only having a monotone voice at the time.

He looked at me again, motioning me to follow him as he exits the room. I, of course, follow him. His house was much bigger than it looked from the charging pod, it was clear that he had the money to spend. I saw other robots around the place as I followed him, though they were much smaller than me and didn't do much.

We eventually made it to what is called a living room, with a large couch in the middle of it.

"Go ahead, sit down for a moment! I need to grab some people before I can tell you what your current purpose is!" Mr. Mecano told me, holding his hand towards the couch. I sat down on it as he exited the room.

After some time, I heard a female voice nearby. "Hunny, are you sure it's going to be safe? I mean, his body that you reused was originally made to harm any trespassers! Who knows how gentle he could get!" She spoke up.

"Dear, trust me, I have made the necessary adjustments to his physical body to be able to be as gentle as a mouse. And, before you even think about his coding, I took out anything that could harm someone who may be innocent!" He told her reassuringly.

She let out a soft sigh before telling him, "Okay, I believe you. I don't have any reason not to."

He walks back in with the woman trailing behind him, holding something wrapped in a blanket in her arms. The woman had long brown hair with a white streak in it, more tanned skin compared to Mr. Mecano yet it's still pale, blue eyes, and she was wearing a long nightgown, despite it being noon.

"Robot, this is my wife! You may call her Mrs. Mecano, or you may also call her Master!" He announced lovingly, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Hello Ma'am."

"... You know what, that works too!" He began walking towards me again, now with his wife in tow, as she is clearly nervous.

He gently grabs what's in her arms as he speaks in a soft yet energetic tone. "Now I can tell you what your purpose is!"

He walks closer to me until he is basically towering over me, as he begins to show me what's in the blanket.

"This is our son. His name is Romeo Mecano. He was born on August 31 of this year. You see, I need to continue to work so that my family and I can continue to live comfortably, but the baby still needs to be cared for, as my dear wife is having too many troubles recovering from his birth to safely take care of him without any assistance. Your job is to care for Romeo when neither of us can, and to make sure that whatever happens, he would never be harmed."

I nod my head as I looked closer at what was in the blanket. Sure enough, it was a baby. A sleeping baby with the same raven hair his father had, yet has the white streak in his hair that his mother passed down to him.

"Here, try and hold him! You're going to need to do it a lot anyway!" He said with a light in his eyes, as Mrs. Mecano bit her finger out of nervousness. I hold my arms out in what I had believed to be the correct way. He placed the child in my arms, and I just held my arms like that.

He chuckled before speaking again. "Robot, you are holding a small human being, not a platter! Don't be scared, gently bring him towards your chest more!"

After a moment of processing, I then held him similarly to how they held him. "Is this good, Master?"

"It's great! See, you just powered on, yet you're already learning all the necessities!" He cried out in a joyful manner, clearly more proud then ever.

He began conversing with his wife, but my memory doesn't remember their exact conversation, as I was paying full attention to Romeo at this point. I can only recall that Mr. Mecano was reassuring her that their son was safe in my hands and that he wouldn't ever make something that would hurt either one of them. I began to hold him in a way where he was facing me, my hands under his little armpits. After a few seconds, I held him near my chest, his tiny head resting on my shoulder as one of my hands gently cups it, and the other held his scrunched up body. My Master quickly took notice of this, and he only chuckled and said, "Yeah, he's going to be safe and sound."

The rest of the day was Mr. and Mrs. Mecano teaching me what to do during what situations, how to care for the child, how to care for wounds, ect. When Romeo finally woke up, he had icey blue eyes, though they told me that his eyes would darken overtime, but will most likely stay blue.

Memory log 7 - Date: Sept. 15, 2005 - Time: 20:21

A week has passed since I was first introduced to everything. Today I noticed that Mr. Mecano started acting strangely. Normally he works on other inventions and sells them, and tries to spend every spare second he could with either his wife, or if he's awake, Romeo. Meaning that I see him around ten to twenty times a day other then when he is in his workshop. Today though, I had only seen him once outside of his workshop, and it's already dark out. It was as if he was trying to avoid them today, especially his son, who he usually coddles every time he lays eyes on him.

As I was patrolling the house, something I normally do when not given a task to complete, Mrs. Mecano approached me.

"... Hey, Robot? Can you tell me something?" Her voice was filled with worries and woe's as she asked me this.

"Of course, Ma'am."

"Do you think that my husband has been acting... strange, today? I mean, I don't think that this is a bad thing, but I need a second opinion on it."

I stood silent for a moment, trying to find the words to tell her that I agree with her without her feeling anymore worried. "Yes Ma'am, I do. Though I believe it's nothing to worry about just yet. I saw that he didn't get as much sleep as he normally does last night, so there is a great chance that is what's causing him to act strangely."

".. Yeah, you're probably right. Though just in case, I'm going to talk to him about it. If Romeo wakes up, please watch him for me until I'm done."

This caught me off guard, as she doesn't like it when it's only me and Romeo together alone. I believe she's either starting to finally trust me, or she's too worried about her husband to think properly.

"Of course, Ma'am."

She let out a sigh of relief before speaking again.

"Thank you, Robot." She then began heading downstairs towards the workshop.

She didn't say a word to me as she went back to her bedroom two hours later, so I am guessing she wasn't able to get anything out of him. Romeo is growing rather fond of me, so I don't think he mind the fact that he had seen me more than he had seen his dad today.

Memory log 13 - Date: Sept. 21, 2005 - Time: 15:34

Mr. and Mrs. Mecano have been agruing for what has felt like non-stop today so far. After he started randomly distancing himself from his family, Mrs. Mecano has been trying to talk to him more and more about it, yet he's been practically pushing her away. This is what seems to be their first ever argument in their entire relationship. I began standing near the doorway of their bedroom, as the tention began rising between them.

"Oh my GOD, WHY WON'T YOU GET THE FUCK OFF MY BACK?! I AM WORKING MY ASS TO PROVIDE FOR EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE, AND THIS IS THE THANKS I GET FOR IT!?" His voiced boomed through the house.

"H-Hunny, please!! I'm not trying to be overbearing, I'm j-just getting worried! You have never acted like this before!!!" She yelled back, holding in tears as she tries to talk to him.

"OH, PLEASE! YOU ARE ALWAYS GETTING WORRIED ABOUT SOMETHING THAT I DO, EVEN WHEN I TELL YOU THAT EVERYTHING IS FINE, BUT NOOOOOO! SOMETHING IS TERRIBLY WRONG WITH EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING I DO!!"

"SIMON!!" Her voice strained, now with tears rolling down her face. This is the first time I have ever heard her call him anything other than his nickname.

Now they are in a full on shouting match, throwing accusations at one another, from cheating to lying about their past. Clearly, this is turning into something much more serious than it once was.

Suddenly, I heard Romeo crying from his crib, so hesitantly, I go to tend for him while they continue to scream at one another.

I quickly go into his room and shut the door behind me, trying not to let him hear the yelling from his parents. Yes, he may be a baby who wouldn't have a clue what was happening, but that doesn't mean that it wouldn't effect him. Thankfully, they made his room soundproof, so he couldn't hear them at all as long as we stayed inside his nursery.

"Shhhhhhhh, shhhhhhhhh, hey, hey hey, it's okay, it's okay." I softly spoke to him, as I scooped him up into my arms. "Don't cry, don't cry, you are okay, you are going to be okay."

After a few minutes of shushing him and patting his back gently, he eventually stopped crying, but he clearly still wasn't happy. I held him up to my face level, and start mimicking his cooing noises that he normally makes when he's happy. After a few seconds, he starts making the noises back.

"Yaaay! There you go, now who's a happy boy? Who's a happy bouncing baby boy~?"

He started getting louder with his cooing as I did this, reaching his tiny hands to me.

"Yes, you are! You are just a happy boy!"

I stayed with Romeo for a few more hours in his room, taking care of him. He seems to have me as his favorite 'person' in this household, especially lately, where I have had to take sole care of him as his parents argue, like they have been for the past week. I only left him alone after around 15 minutes of him being asleep. It's now 20:57, and his parents seem to have finally stopped with their bickering and gone to bed.

Memory log 14 - Date: Sept. 22, 2005 - Time: 02:31

I woke up from my charging pod as my internal sensors started going off.

*DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! A PERSON IN THE PREMISES HAS BEEN GRAVELY INJURED!*

Quickly, I get off of the pod and start scanning the area for the person who had gotten hurt.

After a few minutes of scanning the area, I finally had found who it was. It was... Mrs. Mecano. She was laying at the bottom of the steps, bleeding out. She had been shot in the stomach.

As I walked up to her, about to try and stop the bleeding before I called an ambulance, she started talking in a strained and tired voice.

"D-don't.. help me y-yet-" She coughed between her words, blood spilling out of her throat. "G-get.. m-my son.."

"Romeo? You want me to get Romeo?"

"H-he-" she coughed again, now speaking in more urgency. "I fear.. that h-he is next..."

As I realized what she was talking about, I nodded my head and quickly began rushing to his nursery. Who could in their right mind go and shoot a child after shooting their mother? Especially a baby, who could have never done any wrong to any person ever. I gained sight of the nursery door, and it was wide open. Quickly, I ran over and looked inside. A figure was standing above the crib... with a gun. Pointing. At. Romeo.

*TARGET ACQUIRED*

My arm extended from the doorway to the figure, wrapping itself around his arm, making the gun in his hand now aim to the floor. Before I can think, I lifted the arm it was intangled in, and threw it from where it was standing to the railing behind me, causing a giant crack sound to be made. I looked at the figure, now behind me..

"... Master?"

He groaned before speaking, struggling to get up on his feet, using the almost broken railing to lift himself up.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT, YOU STUPID ROBOT?! DON'T YOU SEE THAT YOU'RE MASTER IS TRYING TO KILL THAT ANNOYING LITTLE SHI-"

Before he could finish his sentence, I covered his mouth from behind him, having a tight grip on his face as I silenced him. I began talking lowly and slowly, as if I was growling as I spoke.

"I did that because you told me to. You said that my purpose was to take care of Romeo when neither of you could, and to make sure that whatever happens, he would never be harmed. But you. You tried to kill him after almost killing your wife." I moved his head towards the downstairs, facing him to Mrs. Mecano's close to lifeless body. "I may not experience the same emotions or have the same 'morals' as humans do, but I am disappointed in your actions. You are the biggest monster that this town has probably ever seen."

I let go of him entirely, having his full body weight fall onto the railing.

"Now, if you can behave and control your emotions, I'll go and make sure that you didn't hurt your child over a silly argument that wasn't even involving him."

I walk over to the crib and look down. There he is... the sweet baby boy, safe and sound, just sleeping. Unaware of the event that just occurred.

Now that I know that he isn't hurt, I can now call an ambulance and the police for Mrs. Mecano-

*BAM*

The sound of a gunshot going off filled the homes silence, and soon after, Romeo began crying, having woken up by the sudden noise and getting scared. I turned around to face the man with the gun, and-

... he shot himself. His body is laying on the ground, now lifeless. He must have realized what he had done, and what he was about to do next, and out of sudden grief and shock, he shot his brains out.

Okay, okay, there is no way they can be able to save him, but Mrs. Mecano still has potential to be saved. I can still call the ambulance for her, and then everything else will be fine-

"Sorry, your call wasn't able to reach the person you were trying to contact, please check your connection or try dialing a different number-"

"What?? Why would I not be able to call 911?"

I redialed the number, thinking it had to be some sort of mistake.

"Sorry, your call wasn't able to reach the person you were trying to contact, please check your connection or try dialing a different number-"

"Come on!!"

I check outside of the window, and there is no lights on. Anywhere. Not in the streets, not in anyone's windows, no where were lights on. Then I remembered something that made everything click.

They turned the cities power off. They turned it off because the wires connected to everything were getting faulty and too dangerous to not replace. There was a city wide announcement about it a few days ago, and Mr. Mecano knew that. He knew that, and that's why he shot himself. Because he shot his wife, the love of his existence, and there was nothing no one could do to save her.

I realized that Romeo was still crying heavily, with his poor little voice going hoarse. I quickly scooped him up again, and held him close.

I whispered quietly to him, trying to calm him down. "Shhhhhhhh, shhhhh, it's okay, you're okay, you are going to be fine.. I'll make sure of it..."

I headed downstairs towards my now late Masters workshop with Romeo in my arms, desperate to find something, anything, that could help me out with this situation. As I opened the door, my sensors started going off again.

*DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! TOXIC FUMES IN THE AIR! DANGEROUS TO HUMANS AND ANIMALS!*

I quickly closed the door to the workshop, backing away from it as I held Romeo closer to my chest. He wasn't acting like this because he was stressed, or tired, or covering up for something else. He was poisoned while in his workshop. A gas leak broke out and he didn't realize it until it was too late.

I ran out of the house, trying not to get Romeo harmed with the gases as well, because they were bound to spread to the rest of the house overtime. I ran out to the backyard, where I found the ship. The flying ship Mr. Mecano made in case of an 'emergency'. It was to live in, and it could go anywhere in the world given enough power. Thankfully, it had full power and it wasn't going to run out of it for at least twenty years. I board it with Romeo still in my arms, a little fussy but much better than before. I didn't start flying it, as there wasn't a place where Romeo can rest in it. I sat down on the couch in what I believe was the living room of the machine.

What do I do? It's not like I know how to take care of children older than three years old, and I still need a charging pod, yet I don't detect one in here. He can't go back in there, there's too many dangers for a baby to live in there. What to do, what to do...

I held him close to me still, as he fell asleep on my chest.

... I can worry about that tomorrow, I have plenty of power to last through the night.

Memory log 3,663 - Date: Sept. 19, 2015 - Time: 01:42

I was sitting down on the couch, in the living room of the flying machine, charging. When suddenly, I heard a slam from the metal door connected to the living room.

Romeo walked through it, mumbling to himself.

"Stupid PJ masks, ruining my plans for no reason other than 'beINg GoOd'! UUUGH!!"

"Still having trouble figuring out a new plan, Master?"

"No!.. well, yeah. But come on!! It was my greatest plan yet! But noooo! Those PJ Masks need to stop it! AAAAGH, I HATE THEM, I HATE THEM, I HATE THEM!!" He screamed out, stomping his feet out of frustration.

"I know, I know. Want a hug to let all your frustrations out?" I told him, holding out an arm to him.

Romeo scoffs before speaking in an annoyed tone. "No! What am I, a baby?!"

I continue to hold my arm out to him, closing my eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he quickly crawled into my arms, and begins to reach his arms out to me.

I chuckled softly before picking him up higher. "Thought so, Master. C'mere."

"Quiet, Robot.." He whispered in an embarrassed voice.

I placed him on my chest, where his head rested on my shoulder. He hugged me back, letting out a soft sigh as he let his full body weight on me. I caressed the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair as I begin to hum.

After a few minutes, Romeo is fast asleep on me, fully relaxed.

To think that you were able to fit in my hands at one point, yet now, doing the same thing that I did when I first met you, you've truly gotten so much bigger..

#pj masks romeo #pj masks #Romeo Mecano #Pj masks robot #Help idk what else I should tag this as-#romeo pj masks #Robot PJ Masks

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✹ umami ; sanji ; ch. 1

content warnings: rimming, cumshot, sanji being a sweetheart ✹ read on ao3 author's note: this was the first op fic i wrote and my sanji is kinda heavily canon divergent >:)

To you and Sanji, as roommates, cooking together had become a sort of routine. Whether it was a huge feast for you and your friends, or just a meal for two, being together always made being in the kitchen fun. You'd be in the kitchen talking, singing and dancing for hours on end, until all the food was ready to serve, which was honestly one of the highlights of your day. He was your best friend, and being together was always a nice way to unwind after a particularly stressing afternoon.

And yet again, here you were, cutting different vegetables with him to make some curry for dinner. There's music playing in the background, slightly muffled by the noise of water boiling. Sanji's currently putting away the carrot and potato peels inside the fridge, as well as getting a cauliflower so that he can cut a few smaller pieces of it. "Everything alright?" He says, and you can feel his breath on the back of your neck as he leans in to see what you're doing, and it sends chills down your spine. He smells like a mix of spices, cologne and cigarette smoke, and it's oddly comforting to you. "Yeah." You say in a low voice, trying to keep your composure.

You know you shouldn't take Sanji's teasing and proximity seriously. You've seen him flirting with various women way more times than you could remember, and as time went by since you moved in together, you knew better than to think anything of it, especially between you two. "Great. I'll go cut the meat and cauliflower." His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and he winks at you, ready to take care of his part. You slowly cut the potatoes and carrots into cubes, and when you're done, you put them in the boiling water.

When you're done, you sit on the small table in the kitchen corner and stare at Saji while he cuts the food. You're impressed at how carefully he does it, trying to waste as little as possible. His hands do everything so delicately and precisely. You couldn't help but to wonder what other things his hands could do. Was he always this gentle and careful? Or was he rough-

"[Name]?" Sanji is trying to call you back to Earth, and you happily oblige, looking at him with a smile. "I've called you three times! Are you okay? I want you to try a bit of the sauce to see if it's good or if it needs more spice." At this, you stand up and walk to the stove, looking inside the pan and sticking two fingers in the sauce. Sanji's gonna kill you. "Hey, don't put your fingers in the--" His speech is interrupted when he sees you putting your curry-coated fingers in your mouth, and his eyes widen.

He had always looked at you differently, though he couldn't quite put a finger on what it was. Something about you just made him go so soft, but this? Sanji was about to lose it looking at you sucking on your fingers. He couldn't not think about what you'd look like sucking on his fingers, maybe even something else. Even though he felt guilty for thinking such dirty things about his best friend, it wasn't his fault. Right? It was all in his head.

Plus, it was all on you, for being so damn gorgeous. He could spend hours thinking about kissing your plump lips, caressing your hair, running his hands through each and every single curve of your body, looking into your pretty eyes. There was just something about you that drove him insane. "Sanji?" His thoughts of you are interrupted by your voice, as you lick what's left of the sauce from your thumb. Something in you seems to snap after you see his reaction, and you feel like teasing him a little bit. "What? Like what you see?"

At this point, Sanji's cheeks are burning like wildfire, and he steps closer to you. "Yes," he says, grabbing your clean hand and pulling you closer. "You have no idea of what you do to me, [Name]. You have no fucking idea." He mutters under his breath, his face inching closer to yours each second. Oh my God. Is he really going to-

Before you can even say anything, he starts kissing you passionately, sinking his teeth on your lower lip. "If you want me to stop, tell me and I will." You nod. "Are you sure about this, Sanji?" There's a million things going through your mind. What will it be after this? How will you face your best friend? Will you still be best friends?

Fuck it. You figure the both of you will settle that later. For now, you just want to lose yourself in his touch, as you let out a low moan when he presses his body onto yours. You can feel his bulge pressed against your stomach, and start squeezing your legs together. He has no idea of what he's doing to you.

Sanji lifts your old shirt and tucks his hand on the waistband of your sweatpants. "May I?"

You nod, and mutter a plea under your breath.

#one piece x reader #one piece smut #op smut #one piece reader insert #sanji x you #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #x reader

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 1 year

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Prompt: “you're worth fighting for.”

For Tolya x Reader please!!

Of course.

Protecting You Is All I Know - Tolya Yul Bataar

Content Warnings: Canon Complaint Threat And Danger. No Beta/Proof Reading.

You were hiding out, and it should have been an endlessly boring affair, hide out for a few more nights and then you were assured you should be free of the danger. It was a flimsy promise and it was built on an even flimsier plan, but even if you had doubts about the chances of this nightmare ending any time soon, you did not doubt one thing: Tolya.

Tolya said he would not let anything happen to you, and you believed him, and you are sure there was nothing that would dissuade you of the notion.

Tolya's company at least was keeping you from pacing with the boredom, though Tolya was quick to admit he would rather you both bored out of your mind than in danger. That had brought a smile to your face and he had considered that his first real win since you both arrived at this place, with it's old wooden walls and cold stone flooring.

"Safest place I can think of," David had assures you, "it's unlikely they'd come looking for you there, and even if they did, you'd be in a good position."

You hadn't felt assured.

You feel even less assured now, running the distance of the gardens you'd grown up in, up and down the many ins and outs of this building. You'd muttered curses to David about how overly complicated the layout of this building is, with your constantly getting lost, but you are grateful for that now, with those who mean to do you harm close on your heels.

Tolya's plan had been based on hiding and outrunning them, and that was a good plan, you did not want to run, but you weren't feeling particularly fond of the idea of a fight. But the more you both tried to evade, the more it become painstakingly clear that was not going to be sustainable for much longer.

You lean your back against the wood and try your best to disguise how difficult your breathing has become, you wanted to believe you'd recovered more since the last attack, but you'd not really been seen to properly by any Grisha Healers, and the Otkazat'sya only managed to do so much. "How many of them are there?" you ask, managing a steady tone as you speak, and you feel proud at that.

"I can hear at least eight heartbeats," Tolya says. You've faced a lot worse odds, and you know Tolya could deal with eight people in a fight by himself when it came down to it, but if they were anything like last time, they weren't fairly balanced soldiers, there was something different about them, something... unnervingly powerful.

And if they were exactly like last time, Tolya's count might be off, it had been the first time, because for some reason, in some way that none of you had managed to decipher yet, some of these soldiers were able to completely conceal their heartbeats. The thought made you feel like your blood was freezing in your veins.

"Are you okay?" Tolya asks. You nod, but it's not convincing. Tolya turns his attention to you, fully to you and he feels it, your heart hammering away, your breath shallow. His heart stills, utterly, completely, stills at the realisation: You can not be here right now. This could get you killed.

"You're tired," Tolya says, and you want to deny it, you want to argue but you know he can feel it.

"I need you to look after yourself." You know what he wants to say, he wants you to hide, to rest and let him deal with the problem head on. But you do not want him going out there alone, and you do not want to leave his side.

"I need to look after you," he says. You can feel the exhaustion in waves, like it's trying to pull you down under, drown you.

"Please," you try, "I can help, let me help."

The look Tolya gives you is jarring, he looks so seriousness, any trace of the softness you've come to know from your friend is gone. "My only mission here, is to keep you safe, I was told to keep you safe and I've been doing it so long I don't know how to do anything else. You know I don't like to pull rank," and you see it, that's what threw you, in this moment he wasn't your Tolya, he was Sturmhond's crew, your protector, and he outranks you.

"Is that an order?" you ask, pulling in a deep breath as you try to bring yourself back.

"I cannot focus the fight if I am focused on you," Tolya admits, "and out there against that, I need to be focused on the fight."

"Tolya, I can't hide, not when you're fighting for me," you argue.

“You're worth fighting for," Tolya says, he places a hand on your cheek, cupping your face gently. His hand is warm against your skin and you want to just sleep. You want to just lay down in his arms and sleep. But you can't.

"I don't want you to leave me," you admit. Tolya pulls a smile onto his face.

"Come on, when have I ever not come back to you?"

"Famous last words," you tell him. He looks about ready to go back the way you both just came, to fight the enemy head on, but the look you give him reaches down into him and threatens to pull his soul from his body. "Please, Tolya, stay with me."

"Okay," he says, placing an arm around you, helping you, trying to take as much of the effort away from you as he can. "But I will carry you if I have to."

"I can imagine worse things."

#shadow and bone #tolya #tolya x reader #tolya yul bataar #grishaverse #six of crows #tolya and tamar #fluff #tolya yul bataar fluff #tolya my darling i adore you

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Solaris reviews To Shape a Dragon's Breath, by Moniquill Blackgoose (2023)

*happy stimming*

Summary: Anequs of Masquapaug finds a dragon egg one day, the first her people have found for generations. When the egg hatches, the dragon chooses Anequs to be her companion. Anequs and the dragon, named Kasaqua, are then forced to attend a coloniser-run dragon school, facing prejudice and setbacks as they try to navigate a society that views Anequs as inherently lesser and dragons as merely a tool. Despite these problems, Anequs must do well - for the sake of her people, and the life of her dragon

Content: It was really good! Strong characters, strong worldbuilding, good lore - there's a lot to recommend in this book. Anequs is an active, determined protagonist, calling out racism, condescension, and revisionist history at every turn, and Kasaqua - a baby dragon throughout the course of the book - was a delight to read

Who I think would like it: Anyone interested in dragons, or looking for a good coming of age story

Things it does well: -copy/pastes the entire text of this 500 page book into a tumblr post- Okay, but seriously, this book handles prejudice and conflict with nuance and care, showing plainly how blatant I-hate-you-because-of-your-skin prejudice is merely one part of a larger problem. It has a canonically autistic character, portrayed with more care, accuracy, and attention to detail than I've ever seen in published fiction. The chapter titles were delightful - each was a short phrase describing the content of the chapter that, if you happened to read them all together, would give you a short summary of the novel. The book has a map, periodic table, and pronunciation guide right at the beginning, all of which were easy to follow

Things that could be improved: I had a bit of trouble following the chemistry in the book - the elements are given fantasy names, which fits the worldbuilding, but meant I had a bit of trouble following what was what. I've only got a high school understanding of chemistry, though, so I'm putting this down as a me problem instead of a problem with Blackgoose's writing

My review: This book was a breath of fresh air, especially compared to the last dragon book I reviewed. This was a book with emotional highs and lows, hard-earned happy endings, and a world that seems to leap off the page with how real it is. Definitely give it a try if dragon stories are your thing. Written by Seaconke Wampanoag author Moniquill Blackgoose, To Shape a Dragon's Breath is a masterfully-written dragonrider fantasy

Does this book have…: ✅= yes ❓= not sure ⭕= possibly/mixed ❌= no Romance? ✅ Anequs develops crushes, and her classmate Marta spends a lot of time discussing the importance of marriage to Anglish society and the need to make a good match Sex? ⭕ References are made to sex - mainly from a particular, rather bigoted character - but they're confined to a handful of scenes Racism? ✅ As mentioned above, Anequs must deal with a lot of racism from the colonisers, and it runs the gamut from outright, vile racism (openly calling her people savage or barely human) to ignorant condescension (charitably saying that Anequs's people are not terrible, they can be civilised if only they work at it!) Sexism? ✅ Anglish society is also highly sexist, another thing Anequs struggles to deal with. None of it is worse than you'd get in any other historical fantasy, though LGBTQIA-phobia? ✅ Anglish society is also homophobic, though it's more referenced rather than any characters actually facing violence for it Ableism? ✅ Sander, our autistic character, faces some ableism from his mother (forcing him to speak instead of letting him write, demanding he stop stimming, etc.), though this is countered by Anequs and Sander's sister fully supporting him Swearing? ❓ ⭕ I don't remember any, so if there was it was pretty minor Drug/Alcohol references? ✅ Characters drink and get mildly intoxicated a few times - mainly when celebrating holidays References to or actual violence or suicide? ✅ Yep. There's many references to war, genocide, brawling, executions, and so on. References to or actual animal death or cruelty? ✅ As per Anglish law, dragons who bind themselves to people considered "unsuitable" are put down. The fear of this happening to Kasaqua is one reason Anequs is so motivated to prove herself to the Anglish and succeed at school

Recommended: Yes

#to shape a dragon's breath #moniquill blackgoose #solaris reviews books sometimes #book reviews #book recommendations #books

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arunneronthird · 8 months

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august - fic recs (mature edition)

hi hello and welcome to my first rec list! as i said in previous posts, ill be doing a monthly rec list divided in two posts, a gen/teen and a mature/explicit version (if i have enough fics) and a masterpost where i link all my lists

fandom wise itll probably be all over the place, but i will add the length, important warnings, links and some comments on every fic so u may check them all out!

now without further ado

Fandom: DC

Some Magnetic Way I Move by Shenanigans

words: 11,224 (perfect for an evening)

rating and warnings: M, sexual content (not necessarily pleasant), recommend checking the tags seriously on this one

relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd

summary: roy is a kid who wonders near the ocean without any pirpose in life when he meets a creature that seems too good to be true, then life gets in the way, and roy gets in his own way even harder

notes: this fic has been obsessing me since i read it the first time, its dark and fucked up and completely too easy to get absorbed into, roy is a complicated, messed up man with a shitty life and a tendency to completely destroy himself and you cannot look away from him

this story moves along several years of roys life and his growth or lack thereof and its so easy to get lost in the pacing of this fic and just enjoy the ride, as hard as it gets

literally no need to know anything about dc, just read it and thank me later

Heroes of the Squared Circle by Mithen

words: 226,687 (yes, i wrote that right, it takes a good week)

rating and warnings: M, sexual content (theres one whole scene in a thousand pages), nothing past canon typical violence

relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne

summary: clark is a wrestler, so he follows his heart and joins a promotion where he meets bruce, cue their adventures as they work their way through a retelling of the best dc moments: wrestling edition

notes: OKAY HEAR ME OUT i did not like wrestling before i started this fic, i took a minute to get into it, the moment i got into it i could not stop

this is one of the most fun, most detailed, most passioned fics ive ever read, a love letter to dc and wrestling so vivid and transparent that it genuinely made me excited for it too, all the characters are treated with love and care and the main relationship is so exciting, u can feel the love they hold for each ohter but never overshadows the wonderfully crafted story and the genuinely engaging plot

(cried at the end cause of how much i loved it. i dont cry)

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Below the Sun by CSHfic, VSfic

words: 24,853 (can be read in a long afternoon)

rating and warnings: M, no sexual content, i would consider it T but there is a good amount of injuries

relationships: Sokka/Zuko

summary: sokka and zukko get stranded on an island after a shipwreck and have to learn not to be at each others throats while waiting for rescue

notes: heartwarming and weirdly peaceful, though the inherent anxiousness of sokka being stranded and injured with an enemy nearby does get to you, easy to read and easy to love, honestly a good time through and through and a good reflection on friendship

if you havent watched atla (watch it) you can read this anyway, only minimum knowledge is required for this fic

Fandom: Modern Warfare

i like you alive by kaijusalad

words: 11,254 (another afternoon read)

rating and warnings: M, graphic violence and injuries, no sexual content

relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley

summary: soap gets really injured in a mission and ghost has to get him out of there, somehow keep him awake, try not to die, and not panic and he is partially failing

notes: intense high-stakes fic, graphic and heart-wrenching and yet somehow very warm, incredibly easy to start praying for ghosts success cause hes... hes trying so hard! once you start reading you wont be able to stop until u reach the end, also anyone typing out accents has my unconditional love

no previous knowledge needed to read this fic, just brace yourselves (btw i dont know why but the tags in this fic are so funny to me)

Doing Time by MildLimerence

words: 53,566 (takes 2 or 3 days)

rating and warnings: M, graphic sexual content plus graphic violence, both to a preeeetty fucking explicit level so please check the tags

relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley

summary: in a world where soulmates are scarce and sometimes even dangerous to other people or themselves, soap ends up getting himself arrested cause his mark makes him go a bit wild and, to his horror, activates when he finally arrives at prison

notes: listen, i hate soulamates (i love you on purpose) but theres something about the way this author writes them that gets me, the connection between soulmates is more of a telepathic, magnetic connection and the lack of it can make soulmates go completely feral, its not the beautiful thing everyone thinks it is

dont want to spoil much but dont be fooled by the summary, this baby has a whole plot prepared and though the dynamic between characters and dark elements are incredibly fun on their own, i ended up getting actually really hooked by the plot, reeeeally fun read

knowing who the characters are makes it an easier read but i dont think youll get lost if you dont

Fandom: Supernatural

like moses and batman and james dean by saltyfeathers

words: 31,587 (takes a couple days, def a couple breaks)

rating and warnings: M, graphic sexual content, not all of it fun, gets pretty dark so check the tags and the authors notes

relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

summary: dean used to turn tricks to make sure he had enough money to care for his brother, now that he has met cas, his issues with intimacy resurface with a vengeance

notes: not an easy fic to read, heavy topics are touched and you feel genuinely bad for dean but the characterization is so perfect that i tend to think of deans past here as canon, as messed up as it is

even though the topics are dark, the fic doesnt dwell on the worst stuff, there are no scenes written for shock value, its a tasteful take on dark topics, its just heartbreaking and powerful, it will make you root for the main characters, hard

if you dont know these characters you may be pretty lost but you definitely only need a basic idea of the show

#fic rec #dont know how to tag this so feel free to tell me #also feel free to send a message with how to make lists better! ill be doing them for as long as i can

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dangans-ur-ronpas · 4 months

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Chapter 6

ooh...drama.....

also happy 2024. im posting this on new year's eve in my time-zone tho so consider this the last update of 2023

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

lovingly named this chapter 'the naegami pre-divorce fight' in my head

was incredibly worried about how the characterization would work out here. shoutout to @moonlighttogami for beta-reading this one!

Byakuya is an asshole here. But it's in-line with how he is in canon anyways

Reminder that this fic is a slow-burn. For both naegami AND togiri. Which includes conflicts abound

Content warning tags: canon-typical assholery from Byakuya, mention of previous character deaths

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Things are quite tense after that.

It doesn’t help that Monokuma has no intentions of taking any of it seriously. He toys with them openly, seemingly delighting in the collective misery. But he at least opens up the next floor and some other facilities, which offers a wide new variety of options to them.

The first floor warehouse and bathhouse are now unlocked. On the newly available second floor, there’s a pool, some more classrooms, and most importantly, a library, though no kind of technology that could access the internet or the outside world. Even despite all that, it’s a welcome change; Byakuya was beginning to grow bored with the routine of the first floor, and the limited spaces he could occupy to eavesdrop on people.

He found painkillers and nausea medication in the first floor warehouse, which was a veritable boon to him. It’s cheap over-the-counter stuff, but he recognizes the obvious branding labels and has Naegi confirm it for him before he takes some bottles for his own use. Naegi also recovers a bottle of eyedrops, which he accepts, though they prove to have no effect whatsoever; at the very least, they made him feel like some progress was being made.

The real treasure trove, however, was the second floor library.

It’s nothing compared to the library in the Togami residence, of course, but it seems that whoever was librarian here at least had good taste. He runs his fingers over smooth leather spines and finds titles that he recognizes, old favorites that he once tore through with eagerness and newer ones that he had always been planning on reading, and even ones that he had never heard of before. He felt almost pleased by it, though it was quickly accompanied by a note of bitterness.

Not like I can read these myself, however. He thinks, clicking his tongue and making Naegi jump besides him. And listening to someone else read was always irritating, especially when he could usually read faster by sight than they could speak. But he has little choice now, as he pulls Naegi to his side.

“Come to my room tonight,” He says in a low voice, with no uncertain terms. Naegi’s face flushes, and he begins to stammer out something ridiculous before Byakuya smacks him lightly over the head with a copy of Tolstoy.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” He scoffs, pushing a sizable stack into Naegi’s hands. “Go take these to my room. Then come back.”

“Oh, o-okay…” He walks off, tottering a little underneath the weight. He was listless after the trial, gloomy and less responsive, but he still followed orders well enough.

Byakuya watches him go, before turning his attention back to the shelves. Much as he’d hate to admit it, he was loath to be out of Naegi’s company nowadays. The atmosphere after the first death was palpable, thick with tension. Plus, it didn’t help that some certain, purple individuals, had taken up a new interest in stalking him.

One of whom was Fukawa. He’d noticed Ultimate Writer had taken up some kind of habit of following him around, as told by the slightly harrowed sound of her breathing in his general vicinity, and the general smell. And the other of which was Kirigiri, of whose presence he became uncomfortably aware of recently.

Maybe it was their few, clipped conversations with thinly concealed aggression. Or maybe it was simply her actions during the trial, which now put her at the forefront of attention - she had gone from being someone who the others were prone to forgetting, to a sort of secondary leader. Someone whose advice was asked for, though she was rarely around to give it. But regardless, he now found himself looking for white as soon as he entered a room, tensed as if ready to right. Though, after their first few, hostile interactions, all other conversations were relatively civil.

At the moment, neither of the two girls were posing any real danger. Fukawa, while off-putting, was more importantly boring and therefore relatively harmless (and furthermore, currently involved in some inane argument with Yamada). And Kirigiri was too involved in exploring their surroundings to pay him any real note; he turns just in time to see her pulling something flat, gray and rectangular out of a desk.

“What’s that?”

She shakes the thing, hard enough for him to almost be worried that it’d fly from her hands and smack against the floor, and a cloud of dust flies off. “A computer.”

“Oh?” Now this was interesting. He approached nearer, curious. “Does it work?”

In lieu of answering, she sets the device on the central desk and flips open the lid. After clicking and holding a few buttons, she shakes her head. “Doesn’t look like it. That would’ve been too easy.”

A shame. But she was right; it would have been too easy, considering all the mastermind’s attempts to cut them off from the outside world. “Send it to Fujisaki. She should be able to figure something out from it.”

“I was already planning on that.” She sounds mildly miffed at the suggestion, as if affronted that he would think she wouldn’t come to that conclusion.

“Good. I’m glad you have half a modicum of common sense, then.” He sniffs. It was more than just about anyone else here, at least.

She faces him for a moment, long enough for him to wonder if she was glaring at him, before turning away. “Did you find anything of note?”

“Not particularly. Some interesting volumes to pass the time with, but nothing obviously relevant to our situation as of yet.” From what he could tell, and what he had Naegi explain, the shelves held more than just good books. There were also case files for crimes that never reached the public eye, documents of incriminating evidence and then some regarding some of the most powerful names in the world. He would have to pore through those individually later. And some medical textbooks - he made a mental note of their location, and a reminder to go back for them.

Kirigiri steps past him to run a hand across the surface of a low shelf, sending up a cloud of dust. He wrinkles his nose and steps back. “Do you mind?”

“Sorry. I was just reaching for this.” And she holds up a thin rectangle of parchment, sealed by red wax.

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The letter creates some interesting revelations.

For starters, the school had supposedly been closed down for nearly a year by now. And secondly, it was due to some circumstance outside of anyone’s predictions or control, that the school shut down in the first place.

There was no other elaboration, and nothing could really be gleaned from it other than the mastermind possibly having more control than they originally thought, provided that the letter was real. It was a frustrating loop back to where they first started; nothing was gained from the loss in morale.

If circumstances were different, he would’ve chosen this moment to break off from the group. He found a new source of entertainment and information with which to use, and with Maizono breaking some unspoken promise, there was now no telling who might strike next. If circumstances were different, he would take this opportunity to try playing a more active role in the game, to see how much he could push his limits, to prove the value and right of his blood.

But with his current situation, he had no choice but to continue to participate in the inane routine that everyone agreed to partake in. Waking up at six AM sharp to dress and clean himself accordingly, taking extreme care to ensure nothing was out of place, and then walking to the dining hall to enjoy breakfast. Ishimaru was usually there at this time, as timely as ever and preparing breakfast alongside whoever’s turn it was to handle the meals that day, and could usually be coerced into making a half-palatable cup of coffee. Then was the usual waiting around as the others made their slow, meandering ways in, exchanging yawned greetings and calls for food.

He sat apart from everyone else, as usual. Sometime around seven, Naegi would show up, and bring over a plate of buttered toast and some cut fruit for Byakuya and move on without another word. At first, the others had exchanged curious, barely concealed whispers, wondering at the nature of their dynamic - now, they hardly paid any mind.

“Today, we should split up and look for clues!” Ishimaru declared, after they had eaten.

“Isn’t that what we do every day, anyways?” Asahina muttered under her breath. Her head was resting in her arms, sprawled on the table. “I wanna go to the pool…”

“Yes, I don’t see why we can’t take a day to enjoy the new facilities.” Celeste interjected, hands folded primly over her lap. “I doubt any of it is going anywhere. And we have endured quite a lot, have we not?”

“Yeah, we should take a break! For like, morale and stuff!” Yasuhiro agreed heartily, nodding emphatically.

As Ishimaru tried to regain control over the table, Byakuya silently agreed right along with them. By his calculations, it would take at least twice as long for him to read anything if Naegi was helping him. Any free time was valuable.

“Well- it’s better to get work done before leisure, you know!” Ishimaru tried again, voice raised. “Otherwise, how will we be dedicated students!”

“We’re hardly students at all though?” Naegi’s quiet voice piped up. “I mean, considering why we're here...”

The previously light-hearted atmosphere vanished instantly. Over the course of just a few days, they’d witnessed the deaths of three of their peers. As much as Byakuya respected the entirely logical reasoning that Naegi had offered, he also felt that it was rather mistimed.

He debated whether or not to offer his own input, before Kirigiri beat him to the punch. “Why don’t we do both?” Her tone was calm and clear as always. “I imagine we will all be in different locations anyways. If every person just makes note of something that’s interesting and worth remembering where they are, we can come together later and combine that information. Everyone who wants to investigate on their own is welcome to do so.”

There’s a chorus of agreement to that suggestion. Ishimaru seemed relieved by Kirigiri’s attempt to boost the group’s cohesion, though Byakuya doubted whether that was her real intention. Bit by bit, people began to split off; predictably, Asahina half-dragged, more-led Ogami away in the direction of the pool, and Celeste began demanding Yamada to make her some tea. Byakuya stood up, watched as Fukawa swooped in and took his empty cutlery, and beelined towards Naegi.

He reaches him just at the same time as Kirigiri, both of them placing a hand on the young man’s shoulders at the time. Byakuya locks eyes (presumably) with the girl, frowning. “Is there something that you need?”

“...No.” She releases him, and walks away. It takes both of them by surprise; Byakuya had been expecting a bigger fight.

“...What was that all about?” Makoto asks, bemused. Byakuya had no good answer to that question.

“You’d do better to stay away from her.” Is all he says instead, before dragging Naegi off.

He had a selection of books he wanted to read for his leisure in his room, but had left anything potentially case-relevant in the library. It is for this reason that he pulls Naegi into the room and positions him directly in front of a shelf of all case files, and points to the one on the right. “Start from there. If there’s anything in there mentioning ‘Hope’s Peak’ or crimes of passion, or killing games like this one, tell me, and we’ll go from there.”

“...Wait, for all of these?!” His voice is a little reedy still, presumably from last night - while he was slow at reading, he was decent at it, and not unpleasant to listen to - Byakuya had made him read aloud nearly half of a translated copy of Atlas Shrugged.

“Is there a problem?” He looks down on the other boy. “You said you’d be my eyes. This is part of what I need my eyes to do. Get started.”

He watches as Naegi wobbles for a moment, turning between him, the shelf, and the door, before reaching for the first file on the far right of the shelf and starting to skim through it. He’s slow, taking a good few moments to look through each page, so Byakuya sits down in the large leather chair by the desk, sinking comfortably into it.

It’s quiet in the library, silent if not for the distant hum of the building’s internal machinery and the occasional flip and shuffle of Naegi going through a folder. Not for the first time, Byakuya wishes for a radio, or a music player. Boredom was a dangerous thing - as Pennyworth had taught him, it dulled the brain and made for delayed, clumsy reactions - and Byakuya had already exhausted the few tricks and games he knew to combat it on his own.

Maybe, it’s for this reason that he decides to initiate conversation. With Naegi, of all people.

“What do you think of her?”

The commoner takes a little moment to respond, and when he registers the question, he predictably begins to sputter, fumbling with the papers in his hands. “I-I-! …Um, w-who…?”

Byakuya rolls his eyes. “Kyoko Kirigiri. Who else?”

Kyoko Kirigiri. He was hoping that, if this school was the Hope’s Peak Academy they were meant to enroll in, that there would be more information eventually revealed about her as well. But for the time being, she was a wild card, and a mystery. These were two things that made her dangerous, and a possible threat.

“Sh-she’s…well, she’s nice…I think?” Naegi tilts his head to the side, unsure about his own answer. “I mean…she helped me out a lot with the trial. I don’t think I would’ve been able to get through it without her help.”

Interesting. That was true from what Byakuya could tell, but it also seemed that Naegi had been doing most of the talking, with occasional interjections from Kirigiri to help push him in the right direction. It was a demonstration of clever manipulation, and one that irked him. If Naegi was going to be working for him, he needed to be free of outside influence.

“Keep looking through the files.” He nods at the shelf, and Naegi fumbles with the folder with his hands, flipping it closed and sliding it away. “I saw you and her talking the other day after the trial. What were you discussing?” He asks, voice casual and almost bored.

“Oh, that? That…” He trails off. He seems to almost visibly deflate, his form drooping over like an unwatered plant. “That was…about Sayaka. She wanted to reassure me that Sayaka still cared about me, at the end.”

Still cared about you? The notion was so preposterous that Byakuya couldn’t help stifling a laugh, instead snorting at the thought.

“...What’s so funny?”

“Sorry. I simply find the idea of it ridiculous, is all.” Sayaka Maizono, caring for him? Perhaps, but the entire plan that she had prepared was, albeit hastily executed, commendable in its elaborate design, considering the short time period in which it was concocted. Trying to derive small comfort from such an assumption was like trying to squeeze water from a stone; a pointless, frivolous task.

“Why?” Naegi’s voice is raised now, and he sounds angry. “It’s not ridiculous. We really were good friends-”

“Oh, please. Were you friends back in middle school? Or did you only watch her from afar?” Naegi shrinks back at the words, which meant that Byakuya had been spot-on. “And she only reached out to you after we found ourselves trapped here, and said all the right things to get you to follow after her like a starving dog.”

“Shut up.” Naegi says, voice so quiet he almost missed it.

“She could’ve used any of the half-witted fools in this class, but she used you because she knew you were unlikely to betray her.”

“Shut up.”

“Did you happen to make a promise to ‘help her no matter what?’”

“I said, shut UP!”

The sudden shout is accompanied by the rustle of papers hitting the ground, as Naegi drops whatever was in his hands to the floor. Byakuya remains carefully composed, though he suddenly feels incredibly wary.

“I’m only telling the truth.” He keeps his voice level, calm. Naegi was standing up, and somehow seemed bigger than before; though that was perhaps due to how Byakuya was sitting down. “It was obvious that she was trying to pin you under her thumb. She was going to betray you eventually, so it’s better to forget about her and move on.”

“You don’t get to say that stuff about her.”

“And why can’t I? Everything I say is simply meant as advice. Advice that you clearly need.” He continues anyways, trying to hide the unease creeping at the edges of his voice. Why did he feel so threatened? The only one here was Naegi. “You know it’s happening again, right? That Kyoko woman. She’ll do the exact same thing as Sayaka and you’ll be none the wiser.”

“She’s not like that.” His words are a low whisper now, barely audible. It seems to fill up the entire room.

“And how do you know? What do you know about her that no one else does?”

At last, he’s met with silence. A question that can’t be answered. He watches the realization sink into Naegi, watches his demeanor change, shrinking back to being small and meek again, and without realizing it he lets out a breath he’d been holding.

“...I don’t know.” Naegi says aloud, at last, and his voice is so small again. “I…I don’t know anything about her.”

“Right.” Byakuya nods, while feeling an inexplicable rush of relief. “So-”

“But I also don’t know anything about you.”

“...Excuse me?”

Not for the first time, he wishes he could discern facial features. He hadn’t realized how much he relied on them before; how telling they were to a person’s character, their emotions, their whims and ideals. Even Naegi, someone who should’ve been inconsequential to him, was capable of becoming dangerous. A treacherous link in a chain.

But Byakuya had no choice but to rely on him anyway.

Naegi turns around, and Byakuya suddenly realizes he was about to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Sorry, I…can’t really think straight right now. I probably won’t be able to help you for a little bit.” There’s a tremor in his voice. Anger? Grief? “But I don’t know anything about you either. Yes, I know your talent,” He adds, as Byakuya opens his mouth to correct him. “And your secret, but…that’s still not enough, right?”

“This-This is different, though.” We’re built on more stable footing, he thinks. Naegi knew his secret and would help him navigate as needed. In return, he would use his authority to ensure the lives of Naegi’s family. That was their deal.

“Maybe, but still. There’s a lot I don’t know about you. And you’re right - I don’t know if I can trust Kyoko’s words, because she could just be trying to use me. Just like Sayaka did…” His voice trails, and he shakes his head. “But I also don’t know if I can trust you. Aren’t you just using me, like you say Kyoko wants to?”

Was he stupid? “Like I said, this is different.” He stands up, steps forward - and hears the crunch of papers beneath his feet, but there’s no time to worry about that now - “I’ve already sworn on my family’s name - there’s nothing else in the world that means more to me, not even my own life - and look at me. Do you really think I’m capable of anything when I’m like this?” He holds his hands out, gestures towards himself. This wasn’t turning out the way he wanted - all he had wanted was respite from boredom, and reassurance that Naegi wouldn’t betray him, and to get some sense into the damn peasant - “Makoto.”

Naegi turns away again. “...I’m sorry.” Byakuya can hear his hand on the doorknob, trembling slightly. “I promise, I’ll keep up my part of the deal still, but…please, let me off for now. To think for a bit.”

He still doesn’t move, however, and Byakuya belatedly realizes that he was waiting for permission. He hears the papers beneath his shoes crumple, as his heels dig into the carpet.

“...Fine, then.” He spits. “Get out. Go play with Kyoko, or whoever you want, and get your pathetic heart broken and betrayed all over again.” He watches Naegi cringe under these words, shying away as if they were physical blows. “Don’t come back to me until I say so.”

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#thpff chapters #thpff #danganronpa #danganronpa fanfic #byakuya togami #makoto naegi

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jinkieswouldyoulookatthis · 4 months

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The Bright Lights of Disturbia by leonidaslion

Okay, this is a Wincest fic rec, but it comes with warnings. I'm going to list out the warnings first.

Massive, neon, flashing, siren-sounding content warning for rape. This story hinges around a brutal rape and the aftermath. It doesn't pull any punches or gloss over any details (although the author gives the option of abridged versions of two chapters at one point to help step around some of it) so only read if you think you can handle that subject matter. If you want more info, feel free to ask me and I'll be happy to offer whatever additional explanation you want.

This fic is long. Like, it's loooooooooong long and it is an intense read from beginning to end. 374K+ words.

That said, this is... I'm struggling to come up with the right words here...

I talked back to this story. Yeah, out loud and as if I had no control over the impulse, I audibly commented about what was happening, I gasped, I fucking cried, the whole nine. I also had a depressive episode while reading this, that, frankly, scared the shit out of me. I don't blame the story for it, my mental health is my own, but I also can't lie and say there wasn't a connection between reading this and feeling more fragile than I remember feeling in a long, long time. But I could also see the story in my mind as I read it with a clarity that is rarely achieved. Sam in this is almost exactly how I think that Sam is, or, you know, would be outside of the canon story. Perhaps my only gripe about the portrayal of him in this is that he is a bit more dense than I like to give him credit for, but not by much. Sorry, Sam, I love you but you're a mess and we both know it. The story is from Sam's pov, so we only get Dean from Sam's point of view, only noticing catching what Sam notices and catches, and that is both fascinating and frustrating even as his character is as close to in character as I can imagine given the events of the story. But there is so much love and understanding of the characters, all of them (even John) shown in such a bare and exposing light that their flaws are just laid right out in the open alongside their reasons and emotions and they all just come through so fucking clearly.

Interesting to read this right on the heels of Sure Got a Dirty Mouth by JustineDelarge which was very good (seriously well written) but didn't hit for me the way this one did. Several of the things that rubbed me wrong in SGaDM were in TBLoD too but didn't bother me this time around, namely, the frequency that the boys say "I love you" to each other and how often they cry. All I can come up with to explain why is that in TBLoD those moments felt more earned, more emotionally true and with intensity levels that matched the situations as set up in the story. Also though, them talking about getting married or being married, in SGaDM it felt... I don't want to be insulting but I'm afraid that's how this will come across but it felt very juvenile. And the boys were younger in that fic, so that kind of fits, but it just didn't feel in character the way they talked about it, the way they were envisioning it, it felt too stereotypically girlish. I hate how gendered that is, but I cannot for the life of me think of a way to unpack a lifetime of imposed gender role crap to figure it out right now and I want to get this down while it's all still fresh in my mind. But in TBLoD it felt different, more about the underlying commitment and less about the trappings of the social ceremony and expectations. Even the desire to have a child felt more mature in this one, so it bothered me less. That bit still didn't sit quite right with me, I don't think it made complete sense, but I recognize that the story was long enough and I don't think I could have emotionally maintained long enough for it to get around to that in a way that felt true to me. I also fully acknowledge that I have issues around romance and marriage and the desire to have kids that are my issues to deal with, so take all that with a big chunk of rock salt.

But, this was BEAUTIFUL, heartbreaking, horrifying, devastating, yet hopeful and loving and it just sucked me in and chewed on me for days. If you're feeling up to it, I highly recommend it. HIGHLY RECOMMEND.

#wincest #wincest fic rec

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ectonurites · 1 year

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Hey I noticed you saying you weren’t a Geoff Johns fan, and I was wondering why? I love his Flash, GL, and Justice League work, amongst others although I haven’t read his Teen Titans, and I’d defer to you as the expert on the core four anyway. So I was wondering, is that run just bad or is it something about his writing as a whole? Obviously not an issue you dislike Johns, just curious why.

AH YES okay so. Yeah, my problem is more specifically about his Teen Titans run rather than necessarily Johns as a writer in general. (Which I can understand not being 100% clear from the context of what I recently said. My point was primarily 'it's frustrating talking about this run with a Johns fan who blindly defends that run's characterization of the core four despite how drastically Johns had altered things')

Frankly, I don't even think I've read all that much of his work to even try to make super general comments/form general opinions on him as a writer. His Teen Titans run often incites a fiery rage within me if I try to think about it too hard/don't just joke about the funny (not intentionally funny, just turns out that way funny) parts, I was Not a fan of Three Jokers after the first issue, I did enjoy Stars and S.T.R.I.P.E., I do really enjoy Superboy: Boy of Steel, and Infinite Crisis was like, interesting. Those are the main things that come to mind that I've read from him, so like, there's definitely varying opinions there—it's not all negative. Just the negative feelings are Strong when they occur.

Anyways, to TLDR why Geoff Johns Teen Titans bugs the shit out of me: it just shows a blatant disrespect for the history and prior characterization of the Core Four! It's not even that I think the book is entirely bad, there are plenty of elements of plots I like (though it's a lot of... 'cool idea, i do not like this execution') and it in general does have some good moments... BUT I think that time where within a three day period I did a full read through of Young Justice (1998) -> Graduation Day -> Teen Titans (2003) thus within a pretty short period of time consumed about 13 years of content that pretty consistently featured at least some combination of Tim, Kon, Cassie and Bart... well it was just eye opening and showed how little care was put into many choices made with how those guys would get portrayed when they transitioned between teams.

Now, at this present point in time, it actually has been a while since I've given Teen Titans Vol. 3 (or even just Johns' run of it, so #1-50 barring a few issues with guest writers) a full reread, so I'm maybe not in the best position to articulate all my thoughts on this subject. Though I did find this post from pretty freshly after I'd done that big mega reread talking about my frustrations in how Cassie was handled.

Just seriously, look how he massacred/yassified my girl….

(Teen Titans Vol. 3 #25)

Now, one thing about me though, is that when I approach these books, even when I have problems with them I don't like to ignore them (the ‘reject the canon you don’t like’ approach to fandom simply does not work for me personally outside of situations where canon literally has conflicting info you need to ignore some of to try to reconcile things OR things get rewritten over like by reboots/retcons).

I like to try to find ways to rationalize/make sense of the things that occur, I try to put pieces together and still find something enjoyable out of it even if it’s far from what the author(s) intended. That’s how I manage to feel as negative as I do about TT Vol. 3 while then also enjoying Boy of Steel—because many of my problems with TT Vol. 3’s approach to Kon come from how changes with him were made and handled… but when I approach Boy of Steel accepting that those changes happened and taking that story in not just still being mad about the previous stuff, I do really like it. I contain multitudes.

Anyways I rambled far more than you probably needed me to, but uhhhh. yeah!

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FIC RECOMMENDATIONS (ANIME)

in here is a list of fic recs for various animes! these fics come from quotev, ao3, wattpad, or on tumblr. fics will have my own review of them, but don’t take it too seriously, my reviews aren’t professional.

JUJUTSU KAISEN

sincerely not & sincerely yours by @saintobio (gojo x reader, angst, angst ANGST)

this series is so fucking good but so fucking painful 🥹 i screamed internally so many times while reading it omg. fair warning though, i wasn’t kidding when i said angst in all caps. it is very angsty. season two “sincerely yours” is even more painful BECAUSE WHY NOBODY SIDE WITH READER AEJFHEFG

the sweet old lady is a witch by @thera-daydreams (various x scarlet witch!reader)

milf reader. that’s it, that’s all i can say 😩🤚

chaos by @njisano (various platonic x scarlet witch! baby fushiguro!reader)

more scarlet witch content because why not! it’s not really a whole cohesive story, but more like a bunch of random oneshots and headcanons that can sometimes connect to one another. anyways, since the reader is young here, the relationships are purely platonic 🥰

bewitched by @lalunanymph (naoya x reader, historical au)

okay okay... i know what you guys are already thinking but let me explain myself!!! canon naoya... is an irredeemable misogynistic pig who deserved to get his ass clapped by maki and her mom, but bewitched!naoya... has my respects. he’s an ass at the beginning, but i swear he gets better!

dollhouse by @soxcietyy (yuta x reader)

worldbuilding! in here, reader lives in a misogynistic world where females aren’t very common, so you can already tell what sort of trigger warnings to expect. the romance between yuta and reader is budding, but it leaves me excited for more! 💖

survival by @fxtalitygod (sukuna x reader, historical au)

dark themes 🤤 yummy 🤤🤤🤤

how we break by @tojisun (past! toji x reader & gojo x reader, ANGST)

it hurts at first... but then it gets better ❤️

daydreamer by @roscgcld (yuta x daydreamer!reader)

i absolutely love this because reader is such a huge bimbo, but everyone loves her anyways 🥺

invisible by @chaichaiiskai (yandere!sukuna x reader)

au! no curses, but sukuna’s still a menace here :3

breedable by Souuve (yandere!gojo x student!reader, ao3)

only four chapters so far, but it’s already so twisted and fucked up. i love it! poor reader tho 😖 gojo’s vile as fuck in here

surprise! it’s a boy! & the struggles of a new family by AgentGrayson (ao3)

no reader or romance. it’s a cute series about yuji and the death womb brothers except in here, yuji and nobara don’t kill the brothers. full of slight angst, brotherly bonding, yuji getting the love and care he deserves, and the sorcerers panicking

good intentions by Lazarel (yandere!yuta x reader, ao3)

very short, but it was chilling...

the trojan horse by jwxeii (sukuna x reader, ao3)

it may be about sukuna... but the story still manages to be somewhat cute and tragic. basically, it’s one of those reincarnated lover fics, but really well-written!

his betrothed by LeftHandedly (yandere!gojo x reader, ao3)

gojo be like: yOwAiMO 🧿🫦🧿

our heart by BleedingRose7098 (sukuna x reader, wattpad)

reader’s so cute... but then shit goes down 💀

my child by RobenChan3 (sukuna x daughter!reader, wattpad)

THIS IS PURELY PLATONIC DW!

tsuki ga kirei desu ne by Tsuisuto (yuta x oc, wattpad)

best yuta fic i could find on wattpad hands down 😍

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

manners by @minnie-mei (yandere! barbarian prince!bakugou x reader)

idk why, but anything barbarian bakugou related just makes me 🥵

yandere todoroki family by @i-cant-sing (platonic! yandere! todorokis x todoroki!reader)

I LOVE THIS WHOLE SERIES???

big brother by @cybersvoid (yandere!dabi x sister!reader)

ok i just REALLY love yandere todoroki family content okay??? yandere bro touya is just such a cool concept, leave me alone 😫

dragon mate-to-be by ExplosionGirl (yandere!bakugou x reader, fantasy au, quotev)

in here, bakugou’s a dragon (who can also turn into a human). anyways, i LOVE bakugou’s gradual descent to madness. he was into reader since day one, but it’s subtle and not obnoxiously shown

bleu heroine by simba (tamaki x todoroki!reader, quotev)

the todorokis here make me wanna rip their throats out, except for dabi. he can live.

cherry blossom by Euphieria (isekai! todoroki! reader, quotev)

LMAO THE READER’S SUCH A BABY SAVAGE!

DEMON SLAYER

fake it flowers by @cielinde (akaza x reader)

A WORK OF ART!! the first akaza fic i ever read and it’s what got me so obsessed with him lmao. anyway, i love how flirtatious he is and how it goes so well with the reader’s tsundere personality 😍

omae wa mou shindeiru by God (various x modern!reader, quotev)

a nice combination of crack and seriousness 😂

ATTACK ON TITAN

common sense by @pr1ncessm00n (porco galliard x reader)

OH?? MY? GODDD??? best fic ever wtf. it’s so unbelievably good, i couldn’t stop smiling throughout it, my face was literally aching because of how much i kept smiling. anyways, porco in here made my heart go doki doki

CROSSOVER

frog in a well by @unolvrs (jjk x bnha, ao3)

THE BEST CROSSOVER I’VE EVER SEEN 👏😭 the worldbuilding is breathtakingly beautiful, the characters are so well-written, and the PAIN of nobara and megumi being separated from yuji and trying desperately to get him back—and UGH i love this fic so much

to be heroes by CaloobadO (jjk x bnha, ao3)

worldbuilding! but in this fic, the jjk verse and bnha verse are part of the same world! i love how the author managed to put them in together and make it make sense

sorcerers ARE heroes goddammit by Hopeless_Otaku (jjk x bnha, ao3)

the jjk trio... aren’t heroic, but they’re trying their best 💀

the unsurpassable hurdle by WhiteApple00 (jjk x bnha, ao3)

this one’s cool and different to the other jjk x bnha stories! usually they’re about gojo or the main trio, but in here, it’s about the second years helping out ua!

cloud 9 1/2 by Backyard_Tree_Line (jjk x bnha, ao3)

aizawa and gojo swap universes lmao

my neighbor fushiguro by Yellow_Canna (jjk x bnha, ao3)

I loved this! It’s centered around izuku, toji, megumi, and gojo, and they basically traumatize the bnha-verse while izuku watches on in horror 😂

accidental universe hopping ft. gojo satoru and aizawa shouta (jjk x bnha, ao3)

another gojo-aizawa swapping fic! it’s hilarious because gojo’s having it easy while poor aizawa’s just fighting for his life

curse or quirk? by ohshitmyship (jjk x bnha, ao3)

trio’s stuck in the bnha world and the 1-a kids are sus of them

the unforeseen simulation joint-detention center & the cursed festival by ScouttioVI (jjk x bnha, ao3)

THESE ARE SO GOOD OMG! I literally froth at the mouth while waiting for an update. the author blends the worlds together so well while also changing some canon events but still somehow following the plot??? 💖 perfection!

your heart by Miranhaeun (bnha x persona, quotev)

first persona x bnha fic i found! the reader’s family pisses me off though, but i can’t wait till they get their hearts stolen (literally or figuratively, idc)

same as it never was by Miss Chief (bnha x naruto, quotev)

it’s a reader x various story, but shisui x reader hurts my heart 😢💔

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