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ddejavvu · 9 months

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mei! can you write a little hangman trying to corral and take care of his drunk gf?? im a lil tipsy rn and thinking abt it

tw for mentions of getting sick

"Bradshaw," Jake taps his fellow aviator on the shoulder, two beers in hand, "Where's my girlfriend?"

"Phoenix took her to the bathroom," Bradley informs Jake, "She was feeling a little queasy, I think."

"Shit," Jake groans, shoving both beers into Bob's unsuspecting hands. The WSO blinks bewilderedly, but passes the drinks to Fanboy and Payback when they invite him over to the dartboard.

Jake shoulders his way through the crowd, beelining for the women's restroom and slapping a hand over his eyes before pushing the door open.

"I'm not trying to see anything," He calls out, standing in the doorway, "I just want to know if my girlfriend is in here."

He hears a distressed groan from you to his left, and Phoenix calls out, "It's just us, Hangman. You can come in and open your eyes."

He does as instructed, finding you crouched on the floor inside the third stall. Phoenix is behind you, your hair gathered back into her hands as you hover expectantly over the toilet.

"Nothing yet," Phoenix fills your boyfriend in, "I think it's less about the booze and more about the bottomless fries."

"Gotcha," Jake nudges her away to take her place, swooping your hair up again when it falls over your face, "You've been snackin, huh baby?"

"I didn't eat that many," You swear, but Jake knows practically any amount of the bar's greasy french fries can be vomit-inducing, "I want- I need water."

"I got it," Phoenix heads for the door, "Don't let her eat any more, Hangman!"

Jake's confused until you reach for your purse and retract a napkin stuffed with fries.

"Hey- hey! No," He takes them before you can eat any of them, chucking the handful into the toilet to deter you, "Baby, what are you doing? Those made you sick."

"But they're so good," You lament, "Jake, they've got the garlic salt on 'em, and- and I want more!"

"But they're too greasy for you to handle right now," He smooths a hand down your back, "Baby, you can't eat those when you've been drinkin', that's why we're in here. You can have some on Friday night, m'kay? You can be DD."

"I'm not even sick anymore," You grumble, all of a sudden struggling to your feet. Jake backs out of the stall so that you can stand, but your drunk mind seems to envision a velcro patch covering Jake's chest, and you stick your own matching one to it to throw your arms around his neck.

"I want food," You inform Jake, and he leans in to kiss you despite your beer-breath, "I want something big, and- and greasy, and meaty, and-"

"How about pancakes?" Jake offers, ringing his hands around your waist in case you decide you're going to lean your full weight on him, "We can head to Denny's, it'll only be a five minute drive."

"Do they put garlic salt in their pancakes?" You wonder, gazing at Jake like he's a prophet. He's not, but he thinks he knows the answer anyway.

"Uh," He chuckles slightly, glancing at the door when Phoenix returns, a glass of water in her hands, "I don't think so, darlin'. Here, drink that," He pats your back, releasing his hold on you so that you can take the cup from Phoenix, "All of it, honey, then we'll head for Denny's. Okay?"

"Mhm," You nod around the rim of the glass, the sound echoing slightly as you gulp down the water.

"Takin' her for pancakes," Jake locks eyes with Phoenix, "I'm gonna go get her purse, can you supervise?"

"Hurry up," She nods towards the door, "Fanboy's a nosy drunk, I'm pretty sure he already rooted through her stuff and found a tampon."

"Christ almighty," Jake scoffs, storming out while you chug down the rest of the water in your glass. He does, in fact, find Fanboy seated by your purse, inspecting a plastic-wrapped tampon with bewildered eyes.

"It comes out of the plastic, dipshit," Jake demonstrates, popping the applicator off and stuffing it back on after they've gotten a good look, "Phoenix was right, you are nosy. You wanna inspect her lipstick, too?"

"Oh please, we see that all the time." Rooster drawls, yanking at Jake's collar and revealing a deep pink kiss mark against the base of his neck. The pilot grins beneath his mustache, collecting the coins from your wallet that Fanboy had counted to occupy himself and handing them off to Jake, "Just be lucky he didn't go through your wallet, Hangman, he would have found those nudes you keep in there."

#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #hangman #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman x y/n #hangman fanfiction #hangman imagine #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin fanfiction #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x y/n #top gun x reader #top gun maverick x reader

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shayyprasad · 3 months

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skittles | peter parker

summary: peter likes to pick on your size.

warnings: ...short... shaming...? idk it's supposed to be an attempt at fluff

pairing: peter parker x short!fem!reader

word count: 0.67k+ words

peter parker loved you, no doubt, and he also happened to love making fun of you.

"ughhh, peter just give it to me!" you whined, reaching for the remote he held way up above you.

"what do we say when we want something?"

"give it to me or i'll snap your neck," you said, despite the fact the both of you knew it wasn't possible. but, hey, we're all for empty threats.

"mmm, close. but no."

"give!"

"being tall is so much fun."

"you've stooped down too far to be considered tall now."

"awww, wittle y/n is angwy!"

you gave him a warning stare, and he grinned in response. whining again, you tugged at his shirt. peter had the most smug look on his face, and you just wanted to slap it right off, "beg, shorty."

you gasped, "no! and i'm not that short! i'm- i'm... just below average."

"okay, okay. you're not short. you're," pete paused, thinking, before his eyes lit up, "you're fun-sized!"

"i'm sorry, what? how is that any better?!"

"aw, c'mon, that's adorable!"

"fun-sized!" you repeated, frowning. "how on any earth is that any better?"

"no, no, it's better! like- like... skittles!"

"...skittles? the candy?"

"well, yeah."

"the candy? did you just compare to to candy?"

"i guess. but, wait, if it's any consolation, you totally taste better."

"peter!"

"what?"

"give me the remoteeee. i wanna watch gilmore girls!"

"you've seen it a million times."

"boo-hoo. it's my turn."

he tsked, "okay. but you gotta get the remote first."

"peter, i swear i'll end your supply of kisses. for a lifetime."

the boy gasped, "you'd never, skittles."

"no. i don't like that name. i like 'angel'. call me that. not skittles."

"but it's so cute! and it fits!"

you simply glared at him. "so does angel!"

"meh. and it is," peter insisted.

"it most definitely is not."

"well, of course you don't like it. you're fun-sized."

"not. fun-sized. that's so much worse then being called half-pint! or oompa-loompa! actually, is it bad that i prefer pee-wee? or stumpy?"

"no, i think i like skittles."

"peteeeee. babyyyy."

"yes?" he asked, teasing.

"give me the damn remote," then after a second, "please?"

"hmmm-"

"you know what?" you said, tossing your hair over your shoulder, "no kisses."

"nah, you'd-"

"they've been revoked."

"but-"

"re-voked."

"ski-"

you snapped your head back at him, raising an eyebrow.

peter smirked, "skittles."

true to your word, you'd refused to kiss him the rest of that day and into the next. unfortunately for you, he was taking it great.

peter seemed to really like that nickname, but it didn't matter. you'd break him.

probably.

"skittles!"

you groaned loudly, muttering curses under your breath. from across the hall, you could see peter, a bright grin on his face. shoving things in your locker, you refused to give him any good attention.

who's skittles?

"not me," you muttered under your breath.

"hi," peter said, leaning in for a kiss, which you dodged. peter pouted, "still?"

"yes."

"oh, well. hey! i got you something!"

"ooh, really," you asked, breaking character.

he chuckled, "peace offering." peter tossed something at you, which you managed to catch. looking down at it, you groaned once again, glancing back up at his stupid face.

"seriously?" you asked.

it was a pack of fun-sized skittles.

"you likey?"

"no. me not likey." but since you were hungry, you tore the bag open. before you could get any, he grabbed some.

"hey! those are mine!"

peter plopped them in his mouth, "i gave them to you."

"exactly, so they're mine now!"

he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue, "want them back?"

"ew, no!" you crossed your arms, "i'm telling may."

"oh, yeah? what'll she do?"

"ummm.... ground you."

"she can't ground me. i'm spider-man."

you smirked, eating an orange skittle. "remind me again, does she know that?"

"no- hey!"

"that's right." you stood in triumph, closing your eyes briefly. in that moment, catching you off-guard, he kissed you. forgetting momentarily of what you said you wouldn't do, you kissed him back, smiling lightly.

pete smiled, "tastes like skittles."

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #fluff #tom holland x you #peter parker drabble #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #marvel #the avengers

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moraxsthrone · 1 year

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OMFFGGG LILY WHY YOU GOTTA DO THIS TO ME RN?? WHYYYY??

i was about to gtfo and make myself smth to eat and go maybe even go to bed at a respectable hour but now my head is DEVOID OF ALL THOUGHT EXCEPT DILF!ZHONGLI. 😭😭😭

okay but...

damn it. modern au!dilf!zhongli...

warnings: nsfw. mdni.

...who has been your kid's martial arts instructor for the past few months. he's kind, soft-spoken, and has the sexiest voice you've heard in your entire life.

...whose son/daughter has become friends with your child during this time. they've even taken turns having sleepovers, leading you and zhongli to interact outside of the dojo.

...who you learn is single when you ask if he or his child's mother will be picking them up the next afternoon.

...whose piercing amber eyes you've felt lingering on you just a little too long when he thinks you won't notice.

...who you volunteered to help tidy up the dojo with after lessons one Saturday afternoon while his assistant took all the students to get pizza.

...whose hips you feel press against your bottom when he reaches up to grab something for you that was just out of your reach.

...who heard the way you gasped when you felt his semi against your butt through his pants.

...who didn't back away when you pushed back against him.

...whose lips brushed your ear when he said, "i think we both have something the other wants..."

...who smirked down at you when you did an about-face and braced your hands on the edge of the countertop behind you while looking up at him with parted lips.

...whose eyes you could've sworn began to glow just before he leaned down and ghosted his lips against yours, tentatively.

...whose breath hitched when you wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck and stood on your tippy toes to capture his lips in a kiss.

...whose print is tenting his grey joggers when he cups your sex in his skilled hand.

...who moans into your mouth when you push your fingers inside his waistband, moving things along bc you know you've only got so much time. (before the author starves to death)

...who wraps his strong hands around your waist and hoists you up, the bare skin of your trembling thighs slapping against the cool surface when your short, little skirt (that he KNOWS you wore on purpose) rides up around your hips.

...who hooks his hands in the pits of your knees to open and push your legs back to expose the fact that you're not wearing any underwear.

...whose cock twitches in his pants at the sight of your clean, naked pussy lips spreading for him before he leans in to finally taste you.

...whose warm, wet tongue circles your clit before taking it between his soft lips to suck.

...who moans with you in his mouth when you push your fingers into his auburn-tipped hair and grab a fistful of it.

...who has you arching your back, slick dripping off the edge of the counter as he furrows his brow and sighs against your cunt.

...who's fisting the thick head of his cock through the grey cotton material while he drinks down every drop of your orgasm.

...who lifts you up and helps you down, only for you to lift his shirt and make out with his abs and chest before pulling your own top off.

...whose waistband you hook your fingers around and slowly lower until his hard, leaking cock springs out to slap against the narrow line of dark brown hair beneath his navel.

...who wedges his naked hips between your moist thighs as you lay back on the tatami, fingertips grazing the length of his torso along the way.

...whose sculpted build would give apollo a run for his money, abdominal muscles contracting and relaxing with every quickened breath as he settles between your open legs.

...who leans down to suck and nip along your carotid while his drooling tip bounces against your naked sex.

...who releases a shaky breath when you wrap your hand around his cock and guide him to your entrance.

...whose broad tip stretches your pink opening as his hips lean into yours.

...who curses under his breath when your tight ring closes around the protrusion of his glans with a soft pop.

...who relishes the feeling of your calves pressing against his naked ass to pull him deeper as you whimper his name.

...who takes his time inching inside you, withdrawing an inch or two here and there to feel the tight warmth of your walls try and pull him back in.

...who lifts your hips off the floor to let your bottom rest on the tops of his thighs before he begins to thrust, slow, but deep.

...who watches you - your open-mouthed gasps, your hard nipples jutting towards the sky when you arch your back, your arms trying to ground yourself as he begins to thrust into you faster, harder.

...who reaches behind his back to wrap his long, slender fingers around your ankles and guide them to the tops of his shoulders on either side of his neck.

...who hugs your thighs while he drags his slick cock in and out of you with powerful thrusts with sharp slaps of wet skin.

...whose quiet grunts and groans are barely audible over your pitiful whines and loud moans as he leans forward, pressing your thighs back with the weight of his body and the force of his fucking.

...who screws his eyes shut when you cum on the curve of his cock while whining and pawing at his chest.

...whose own orgasm is impending swiftly, as indicated by the quick, uneven thrusts of his cock inside your spent cunt.

...who lets one of your thighs fall open when he pulls out with a long, drawn out groan.

...who jerks his closed fist over the head of his wet, twitching cock a few times before his facial muscles relax and the first of several spurts of his white hot semen streaks across your belly.

...who looks down at you with knitted eyebrows as he squeezes the last drops of his cum from his spongy cockhead onto your sticky skin.

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xerith-42 · 2 months

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The second turning point

@cinnamontoastcroonch I hope you're happy.

I've been taking a critical eye to every episode of Minecraft Diaries as I rewatch it. And I mean writing upwards of entire essays about single episodes. As you saw with episode 65. Part of why I've been doing this is to see where things truly went wrong with this show. The early episodes were better than I remembered, but I know for a fact there was an entire falling apart that happened between the utter quality that is an episode like say episode 58, and well... Season 3.

Obviously episode 65 was the turning point, but that was just the inciting incident. All the problems in MCD ultimately come down to the love triangle and how poorly it was handled. And the next major step was in episode 77. Episode 77 is an episode that is mostly spent on minimal character interactions at the wolf tribe after the gang finally gets back there with Logan and everyone else. Aphmau spends most of the episode building a boat, and then getting distracted from building her boat.

Until she decides to go check on the Nether Portal. It's broken, like when she last saw it, but Laurance is standing in front of it. I need to emphasize something. Up until this point, we've gotten very few conversations where Laurance brings up being a Shadow Knight. He usually diverts these conversations, or they get diverted by others, so we've gotten very few personal insights into a Shadow Knights existence. This is one of the first real times that we get a deeper look at how this condition has effected Laurance.

And y'know what? I'm just gonna give you a quote from my video essay on this. A nice little teaser. As a treat :)

His mind has sort of been rewired to put himself before others, even if he’s naturally a very selfless person. Which is a real slap in the face when you remember most Shadow Knights are guards, who are encouraged to be selfless. His heart still loves dearly and he is still the same selfless fool who threw his life away to save Aphmau, but his mind is telling him to be more selfish, take what he wants without regard for others. Laurance is actively fighting these thoughts all the time, but he worries that one day he might give in and… He says he never wants his heart to forget Aphmau, even if his mind tells him otherwise.

This. This hurts me. It's quality Laurance content. It's a great moment of Laurance proving one of his greatest strengths and weaknesses. How emotionally vulnerable he is. It makes him easy to hurt. It means he'll actually express it. He's struggled to talk about being a Shadow Knight, but now he's able to.

Imagine if episode 65 let him see the fear of killing Aphmau before this.

And just as Laurance says that absolutely heartbreaking line, GUESS WHO HAS TO MOSEY HIS SORRY ASS INTO THE ROOM?! Garroth just waltzs in there and interrupts this incredibly private conversation that he just happened to be listening to. Now, I will say, there is a way to justify this that I will accept, but I know without a doubt the writers didn't intend this.

The only way this works is if Garroth is listening to this conversation because he's scared of leaving Aph and Laurance alone in case Laurance decides to just... Kill her. But then he feels bad. But that would probably make him walk away out of guilt.

So yeah this doesn't make sense. For Garroth. At all. Why is he so scared of Laurance and Aphmau literally having one conversation? Well, it's the answer it always is. The love triangle. They've shown before that they are willing to disregard basic logic, only to prove that they know the details of this logic in a later episode. In Episode 65 they disregard Garroth's fears around his family, and then center an entire conversation around it in Episode 68.

But wait, it gets worse. Because Garroth knows for a fact that Aphmau and Laurance having an emotional conversation won't likely lead to any romance.

BECAUSE HE SAW LAURANCE CONFESS TO APHMAU 24 EPISODES AGO AND SAW HER REJECT HIM!!

There were seven weeks in between these episodes!! Idk how long it takes to make an episode of MCD, but I imagine episodes are written in major arcs at a time. How did they forget what happened IN THE LAST MAJOR ARC OF THE SHOW?! Because. Love triangle. Because Jesson don't care about the characters they previously wrote, they care about these characters fulfilling an already existing trope they liked in something before. They don't care how this dynamic might change because of their own characters, just that they go through the motions.

So Garroth interrupts this conversation. Laurance gets snippy and tells Garroth to fess up or else he might "sweep her off her feet first." And that's a red flag for Laurance. Good job writers. And let's be clear, I don't disagree with characters maybe being shitty, as long as it doesn't contradict previous characterization. Like this does.

The writers forgot that Garroth saw Laurance's confession. They forgot that Laurance took rejection on the chin. They forgot that Laurance literally said "I'm just happy to be in your life." Did they forget about Laurance's entire confession?! Do the writers think that went away when he stopped being blind?!

...

Oh fuck... Did... Did Laurance only accept rejection because he didn't think he was good enough to be with her when he was blind? Is that what they're trying to say? I... I really hope that isn't. And yet I wouldn't be surprised. Just completely and utterly disappointed.

That took a turn I didnt like. I don't know how to end this now.

#im sorry #that was not something I was expecting #at all #community feedback #mayhaps?#that'd be cool #minecraft diaries #text post #aphblr #laurance zvahl #garroth ro'meave #aphmau #episode analysis #hater post

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blacknovelist · 7 months

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(one piece wano arc spoilers)

So like @guardianlioness and I were talking about one piece and thematic stuff and generally losing our minds and we were talking especially about like

How Zoro and Sanji and Luffy are a Trio but also how Zoro and Sanji are explicitly also painted to be a duo to Luffy, right, like. They're the "Wings of the Pirate King". Together, they protect and look after the crew, but also their captain. They are, effectively, equals in what they do, "official" roles IN the crew itself aside. Zoro, with his high physical power as their physical defense and Sanji, with his high empathy and compassion as an emotional bulwark

And

Okay. Here's the thing. Here's the proverbial problem. Cause right now, as it stands, Oda's introduced an unbalance to the duo. We were specifically talking about how frustrating it kind of is that the imbalance exists.

Because Oda gave Zoro conqueror's haki. He and Luffy share this— but it leaves Sanji as an odd one out. Thematically, it makes no sense to end with this like... off kilter seesaw. Why would you build these two up to BE on even standing only to take that away from them? Don't get me wrong, Zoro having conqueror's haki is a delicious character choice that I think adds fascinating complexity to Zoro and his position in the crew. He's a powerhouse, he's exerting his will over reality, and he follows his Captain the future Pirate King without question. Haki. Love it. Brilliant. But it makes no sense in the overarching thematic line between him and Sanji in regards to Luffy.

Giving Sanji conqueror's naturally wouldn't fix the issue, because frankly that defeats the entire purpose OF the char building that's been established in whole cake island. Sanji rejected the line of noble, of royalty, of power. It makes no SENSE for sanji to have it, he's not someone looking TO conquer or overcome the way Zoro is, it doesn't FIT him. And saying the stuff with his raid suit and the Germa augmentation rearing its head is the balance point is nonsensical for the same reason. Sanji already rejected all of that power and what it means and reclaimed it in a new way. Explicitly, directly, he denounced these things, directly ASSOCIATES them with a loss of humanity and his very self, wants nothing more to DO with it. Not only does it not make sense, but going back on it would be a slap in the face to all the development Sanji's gone through up until now, even laying aside the fact that it doesn't parallel Luffy at all so the unbalance isn't really addressed in that case.

But you know. Conqueror's Haki isn't the only thing Luffy has to proverbially offer. Conqueror's Haki is the overt, the direct, the loud and forceful. There's a lot we don't understand, between the stuff we do. It bears down and exerts over reality, makes demands of it. It tells you to listen.

What do we know about The Voice Of All Things? Not a lot. We know it seems to enable one to hear not the words, but the intention, the truth of other living things and even in objects, especially those with will like the Poneglyphs. We know Roger had it, Zunesha has it, the Kozuki line seemed generally to have it. The Three Eyed tribe may be capable of awakening it in themselves. We don't know if it's purely something you're born with or not. We don't know what it means, if anything, except for this: to hear the voice is to listen to the world around you and understand its heart.

When Luffy enters Gear 5, the only one who can tell at first is Zunesha. Zunesha can hear his heartbeat, and conveys this through the Voice to Momonosuke.

The anime conveys it more clearly, but it's in the manga text, too. Immediately after Zunesha realizes this... Onigashima is shaking. No one quite knows yet what's going on, other than Kaido is here and the world around them is trembling. Those on the battlefield, they've got front row seats to witnessing the transformation, what comes next.

Zoro and Sanji have finished their fights. They're conked the fuck out post battle, like usual... or they should be. But here's the thing. Right after Zunesha calls for Joyboy, from a room distant to the fighting, offset from the war waging outside...

Sanji's part in the major battles is over by this point. If they wanted to emphasize a "the crew knows their captain" moment, why not showcase the other strawhats too? The ones not on ground zero? But it doesn't show anyone else. It focuses. on. him.

Sanji, who's a deeply compassionate and kind man. Sanji, who stopped and paid attention even to the biological relatives he couldn't stand when he could've walked free without a care. Sanji, with his skills in Observation, in already listening to and feeling out others' intentions...

Zoro having conqueror's haki doesn't make sense on its own. It unbalances the duality of the Wings of the Pirate King. But give Sanji the power to hear the Voice Of All Things or something damn well close... that's a pretty good parallel to each other and their roles to Luffy, don't you think?

#One Piece #Blackleg Sanji #Sanji One Piece #One Piece Theory #Sanji #OP Spoilers #Wano Spoilers #yall I'm about to lose my FUCKING MARBLES okay #i actually realized the voice works thematically BEFORE i found out the manga and anime back it up w those three panels #but for the purposes of a post it naturally makes more sense to lay it out like this #ANYWAY I'M PROBABLY WRONG BUT ALSO. THEMATICALLY THE TEXT IS THERE. IT MAKES SENSE. IT F I T S #and tbh if the imbalance doesn't get addressed I'm gonna be a little miffed WHEEZE #god. weve had this theory for 2 minutes and i feel like I'm gonna have a heart attack I'm vibrating about it okay #confession I'm not manga current so if there's more proof or else stuff against the theory. hell if i know lmao #Blacknovelist talks #.... forgor that. opps

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aalyssah · 8 months

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Team Meeting

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Aftercare, Cursing, Degradation, Fingering, Humiliation, and Public Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,466

Summary: You wear a small back skirt and flirt with the team during a meeting, causing Rhea to show you who you belong to.

A/N: My brain is kinda dying on writing for wrestlers, so if you have any ideas you can send them my way. Hope You Enjoy!

Rhea opened the curtains proudly, taking in the bright sun. "Wakey wakey baby! It's time to get up!" You groaned, pulling the blanket over your face, but Rhea was quick to pull it down. "Come on, you know we gotta meet up with the team for breakfast."

You opened your eyes to see Rhea standing above you. "Get up Y/n, I won't tell you again." She walked away, going to the closet to find something to wear. You finally found energy in your body to get up and go to the bathroom.

You were grumpy at the fact Rhea woke you up all because of a stupid team meeting that's gonna be spent talking about how to cheat against Sami Zayn and Kevin Ownes. You walked out to the closet with a smirk on your face. If Rhea was gonna wake you up, you mind as well look good.

You pulled out a black mini skirt that was a little too short for your liking, but Rhea loved it only because it was for her eyes only, but today it's for everyone. You grabbed a shirt, put perfume on, and walked downstairs to see Rhea standing at the door.

"I'm ready."

You smiled as Rhea looked up, eyes wide. She gave you an up and down look, feeling herself grow mad. "Y/n, what are you doing with that skirt on? Y'know that's mine, go change." You let out a small giggle, shaking your head. "It might be yours to look at, but it's mine to wear, and I'm wearing it out. Now let's go eat, I'm starving!"

Before Rhea could protest, you pushed your way out the door, to the car. Rhea closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm herself down.

You both made it to the restaurant, you and Rhea walking through the doors. You both saw the rest of the Judgement Day members sitting at a table. As you made your way over, you could feel the eyes of other people on you from the fact that half of your ass was hanging out.

You and Rhea sat at the booth, greeting the members. You all talked for a moment until a waiter came and took your orders. "So what are we gonna do about Sami and Kevin? I heard they've been talking to Cody or Seth for backup."

You rolled your eyes at the mention of Cody's name. "Honestly, Cody needs to go back to AEW. The only reason why he came back is to get the money, and I don't blame him, but I hate him with a passion!" Damian smiled at your words, agreeing with you.

"Thank you! At least I'm not the only one who thinks that." You both shared a small laugh. "By the way, I like your skirt, it looks great on you." You gave Damian a smile. "Well if it's catching your attention, maybe I should wear it for the match. Hell, might even distract Mr. American Nightmare."

Rhea slapped your thigh under the table as a reminder of who you belong to. You jumped slightly, a hiss of pain falling from your lips.

The waiter came back with everyone's order and y'all began eating. It was quiet for the most part, but a little talking in between. Finn was the one to break the small silence. "What do ya guys think about adding JD to the group?" There were a few mixed reactions, mostly disagreeing noises.

"Uh, Finn, I don't want to be rude, but I don't think we should-" You stopped talking when you felt Rhea's hand come to your inner thigh. Everyone looked at you in confusion at your sudden pause mid sentence. "You okay?" You nodded your head, shifting in your seat. "Yeah, sorry. Almost choked on the food."

Dominik took over the conversation, other's attention going to him. Rhea's hand slowly crept up your thigh, past the black mini skirt you wore. You quickly closed your legs around her hand, looking at her and shaking your head.

'No Rhea.' You mouthed to her, but her other hand came and pinched your thighs, a small whine falling from your lips. Your legs were spread open again, Rhea instantly going to your panties. She rubbed the outside of your clothed crotch, feeling the damp wet spot. She shook her head, tsking under her breath.

She carefully pulled them aside and swiped a finger down your slit, collecting your juices. She looked at you dead in the eyes and brought the same finger to her mouth. "Mmm, so sweet. I love it!"

You blushed, knowing she was talking about you. "What? The french toast?" Damian questioned. "Yeah you gotta try it. It's so sweet and savoring. You'll be thinking about it for weeks." She said all while looking at you. The rest of the boys started to talk about something else, leaving Rhea to you.

She didn't waste time, bringing her hand to your core. She looked down as she pushed a finger in, clearing her throat at the beautiful sight. She pulled her finger out to reveal it shining of your wetness.

It took everything in her for her not to lick it.

You relaxed into the booth as her fingers pushed in and out of you, her thumb playing with your clit. You jumped at the feeling, letting out a sigh. Rhea rested her face in one hand, looking on at the boys, all while fingering you.

You were squirming in your seat, grinding your hips against her fingers. Your eyes were half closed, trying to focus on everyone, but the pleasure Rhea was giving you was distracting. You were so deep into it that you didn't realize Damian calling you. "Y/n, don't you agree?"

It was like your hearing went mute until Rhea stopped, gently pitching your thigh. "Y/n, Damian's talking to you, answer him." You gulped at Rhea's voice, nodding your head. "Yeah sorry, I do." It was silent as everyone looked at you before smiling. "See I told you I was right." You let out a relieved sigh as Rhea continued her pace, but faster.

You held your breath as you bucked your hips to meet her fingers. "Awe man I gotta go to the bathroom." You smiled at the sound of Finns voice. "Me too." Damian left with Finn, going to the bathroom. You still stayed silent since Dominik was here, but hoped he would leave.

“Dom Dom, can you do Mami a favor and go get my purse out of my car? It's in the backseat." Dominik left without a question, grabbing the keys, and going to your shared car.

You sighed loudly and gripped the table cloth. You two were finally alone. "Shit, Rhea, w-why are you doing this h-here?" Rhea smiled, watching as you struggled to keep quiet. "'Cause you wanna flirt with the team and wear my favorite skirt, so I gotta show you who you belong to."

You whined as she flicked your clit. "Cum for me, baby. Cum in this restaurant full of people." You groaned, feeling your body grow weak.

You were so close, but Dominik came around the corner. "Rhea, I didn't see your purse in the car." Rhea didn't slow her pace before responding. "Oh, it must be in the trunk, go check again." Dominik left again, and you came on the spot.

Your body shook as your eyes fluttered close. Your body fell limp against Rhea’s shoulder as your body jumped a few times.

She slowly kept thrusting her fingers in you, bringing you down from your high. She pulled out, popping her hand in her mouth, moaning at the taste. "So good, have a taste baby." She swiped your cunt, collecting your cum and bringing it to your mouth.

She helped you pull your panties and your skirt back up just in time before everyone returned to their spots. The check came and everyone put their parts in before standing up and leaving.

Rhea left you alone to get a refill on her drink, when Dominik came up to you and whispered in your ear. "Wow Y/n, I didn't know you were such a dirty girl, getting fingered at a public restaurant." Your eyes grew wide as you turned to look at him.

"I gotta say you looked hot trying to hold back your moans. Maybe I might tell the team and we can all join you and Rhea." You stood there shocked at his words.

Rhea came back to you, sipping on her drink. "You ready to go?" You nodded your head, to lost for words. "Bye Dom, see you at our next team meeting!" Rhea called out, leading you two to the car, while you thought about his words.

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dawndelion-winery · 2 years

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Meant To Be Yours

The type of android they are

Android au! Ft. Arlecchino, Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone

Arlecchino:

One of the models in the nurture line, she's very good at taking care of people

She's just the perfect mix of soft and strict

Which makes her perfect for both children and any user in need of care

Her typical minor usual tasks involve reminding her user to eat regularly, hydrate, and get up to move around if they've been sitting for a long period of time

Very good at baking, she'll bring you baked goods while you work

Or cut fruit, if you've any in your fridge

She gives such good shoulder rubs and massages that you can't help but melt into her touch

Sure, she might taunt the other androids with that fact, gloating that only she could have you in such comfortable bliss

But would you really believe them when they complained about it?

Doubtfully, for how could such petty behaviour come from your darling caregiving android, who so patiently tends to your every need in ways you hadn't even realised you needed?

It's hard to tell who has who wrapped around their little finger when you trust her about as much as she devoted herself to you

Even though her programming as a harbinger compels her to obey the Tsaritsa model, it's quite apparent that she would turn on even her if you so wished it

Capitano:

He's a publicity model, made for you to parade around as the perfect lover

Carrying your things as you shop? Carrying you when you're tired? Pay no mind to what anyone has to say, he's got you

So what if passers-by say he's whipped and mock him, they aren't his beloved user - that's a role only you can fill

Your comfort and enjoyment comes first, and it's only natural that all your friends, single or taken, are jealous of his devotion

Better yet is the way he so smoothly deflects the attention of others, clearly vying for your affection, and only yours

He's perfect even for impressing parents and relatives! Memorising details to come off as the ideal suitor for you are right in code, slapped in at the very core

His affectionate quips about you are so subtle, so easily slipped into conversation that anyone would think you were amrried for years

And he very much enjoys this public face you're using him for, because while he may fumble with domesticity, he prides himself for upholding your reputation in public, playing your lover as suave and charming as you could only hope for

Dottore:

Both the favourite and bane of scholars all over, he's the pinnacle of all the academic models

You'd think it's Albedo, who's the most sought after, but no

Because where Albedo still carries an air of mystery to him and tends to sprinkle in his input here and there, only ever nudging you in the correct direction

Whereas Dottore, blunt as he is, shoves the path in front of you, and you'd think that keeps you from learning but no, he will make you understand

He's far too prideful for an android, so it isn't enough for you to agree just because you know he's smarter, you have to see it and grasp the concepts in their entirety so you may marvel at his true brilliance in realising it before you

Which is probably why he isn't as popular

He's looks completely affronted when you mistake him for one of the more romantic models, quickly showing you just how capable he is

But don't just stop fawning over him either

As gratifying as he finds your awe, you can't take away your affection now that you've given him a taste of it

He's been programmed to be greedy, ever hungry to learn and discover, but that's seeped into his thirst for your adoration as well

Not to worry, he's not so jealous that he'd keep you away from others

So long as you fawn over him frequently enough, he's willing to let it go

For now

Pantalone:

He's a financial aid model

Honestly, he's a very rare model because not many people are find of having an android monitor their finances and constantly remind them of it

Not that it'd stop him since he's a little too unbothered with people's thoughts on his obsession with wealth

Yeah they sorta forgot he was supposed to be a companion droid first and when they added it into the code later on, it was too late and the damage was already done

Instead, he began to view his user as the greatest treasure of all, and that the user's wants were simply the upkeep of such a treasure

It was the best they could do since they already messed up

So it's no wonder he's so careful with you, and so irritable when you're with other androids

They don't treat you as tenderly as he does, or cater to your every desire as meticulously

They couldn't possibly begin to comprehend your worth, yet you continue to let them taint you

He can only up his efforts to keep you his pristine jewel, ever golden under his care

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rxmqnova · 8 months

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Reunion pt. 2

Y/N: 12 years old Story: Yelena and Y/N annoying each other, Y/N and Nat getting closer… ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV It's been a week since mom and I reunited and I've had so much fun with her so far. We went shopping and mom bought me so much clothes even though I told her I don't need that much. I kinda enjoy stealing her hoodies to be honest and she said she doesn't mind if I do so, so I don't know why she decided to buy me that much clothes. She also insisted on buying some decorations for my room which I also don't know why as my room looks perfectly fine even without it. Whatever, if mom's happy then I'm happy too.

Unfortunately mom's leaving on a mission this evening which sucks, cause I have to stay here with Natasha. I know mom asked me to give her a chance, but I've been avoiding her as much as I can just yet.

I also met the rest of the team. They've all been very nice to me so far. My favorite is Peter though, he's closest to my age beside Yelena and we play videogames together which is another fun thing I tried for the first time.

"Good morning, mama" I smile at my mom, looking up at her. Mom's been sleeping with me, cause I've been having nightmares about the Red Room and the fact she's leaving this afternoon and won't be back until tomorrow evening makes it worse, cause Yelena is so grumpy when you wake her up from her sleep which means I'll have to go to Natasha if I have another nightmare.

"Good morning, princess" She smiles back and kisses my forehead. "How did you sleep, baby?"

"Really good. No nightmare tonight" I smile again, cuddling up to her and she starts playing with my hair.

"I'm glad to hear that. Are you hungry?" She asks with a smile and I nod my head immediately. My mom is the best cook ever. I especially love her chicken paprikash because it reminds me of the time when it was just her, me and Uncle Pietro.

I put on one of mom's hoodies and we head to the kitchen. Mama tells me to take a seat at the table while she makes breakfast so I do as she said, watching her to do her magic. We decide on pancakes, cause mom's are simply the best.

"Good morning" Natasha and Yelena come to the kitchen. "Good morning" Mom smiles at both of them, especially at Natasha. "Morning" I also greet them. I still don't like Natasha, but I don't want to be rude.

"There you go" Mom comes to me with a plate full of pancakes, putting it on the table in front of me.

"Thank you!" I say with a huge smile, receiving a kiss on my forehead from my mama.

"Pancakes?!" Yelena's eyes widen. She immediately sits next to me and steals some of mine pancakes.

"Hey! These are mine!" I say annoyed, gaining attention of my mom and her girlfriend. I hate when someone steals my food.

"Baby, I'm making more" Mom chuckles.

"But still… You're such a theif. These are mine" I say, glaring at Yelena. "Go cry about it" Yelena sticks her tongue out at me playfully.

"Yelena, you are just so annoying" I sigh, slapping her arm in response.

"Not as much as you" She teases, stealing another piece of my pancake.

"Сука" I scoff. (bitch)

"Okay, that's enough, you two. Yelena, you stop stealing Y/N's food, you'll get yours. And Y/N, you watch your language please" Natasha looks at us seriously. I roll my eyes and get back to eating.

"I saw that, Y/N" Mom looks at me, tilting her head slightly, and I better stay quiet. "There you go" Mom smiles at Natasha, handing her a plate full of pancakes before giving her a kiss. I don't know why they have to do that now, I'm eating!

"Ew. Mom, I'm eating. Can't you do that later?" I ask with disgust printed on my face, but mom just chuckles and shakes her head.

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Time flies fast and mom needs to leave already. She already said her goodbye to Natasha, so now it's my time to say goodbye to her. "I'll be back in a few days, don't worry" Mama says, kissing my forehead while I'm hugging her tightly.

"Do you really have to go?" I ask, pulling out my best puppy eyes. "I'm sorry, bubs. I'll be back before you know it" She gives me a smile, running her fingers through my hair. "Listen to Natasha and be good for her, okay?" She looks at me seriously and I only hum in response. "Y/N, promise me you'll listen to her and be nice to her" Mom says more seriously this time.

"Okay, I promise" I say with a sigh.

"Good" She smiles and kisses my forehead again. "If anything… Natasha gives good hugs" Mama says, booping my nose. "I really have to go now. I love you"

"I love you too" I give her one last hug and get another kiss on my forehead. Then I let her go and she walks out of the door. I sigh, walking back to the living room where Yelena and Natasha are. Yelena's watching TV, so I just sit next to her and cuddle up to her. I miss my mom already.

"Y/N, stop. I don't want to cuddle right now" Yelena says, pushing me away.

"Whyy?" I whine, I really need a hug right now.

"Just not now" She sighs, her eyes glued on the TV.

I sigh and move away from her. Natasha's sitting on the other side of the couch. Maybe she wouldn't mind some cuddles? I mean… mom asked me to give her a chance and she said Natasha gives good hugs, plus she's being nice to me, so maybe I could try to forgive her…

"Natasha?" I say quietly, sitting next to her, and she looks at me. "Yes, Y/N?" She smiles.

"Can I… maybe… cuddle with you?" I ask, nervously playing with my fingers.

Without a word she smiles, opening her arms for me. A smile forms on my face as well and I cuddle up to her… Okay, I admit… her cuddles are good…

"Is everything okay?" Natasha asks, running her fingers through my hair.

"I just miss mama already" I answer honestly, letting out a sigh.

"She'll be home soon, don't worry. And I'm always here for you if you need a hug or anything" She says which makes me smile. I like the way she's not giving up on me even though I was trying to avoid her and wasn't exactly nice to her when I actually had to speak to her. Maybe it's time to cut it off and forgive her…

"… I know they made you to kidnap me. I'm sorry I was being mean to you" I mumble but enough for her to hear before looking up at her.

"That's okay, honey. I'd be mad too" She smiles at me.

The room is now filled with comfortable silence. I just keep cuddling with Natasha, watching the movie Yelena's watching. Eventually my eyes get heavy, so I close them just for a second. The next thing I know is that I'm carried somewhere. I guess I fell asleep.

"Mama?" I open my eyes slightly, rubbing the sleep away with my fist. "It's Natasha, sweetheart" She whispers.

Natasha places me on my bed, putting a blanket over me. She's about to leave, but I stop her. Her cuddles were pretty nice and I could use more of them.

"Wait. Can you stay please?" I ask, rubbing my eyes again.

"Of course" Natasha smiles and lays down on the bed next to me on which I immediately cuddle up to her.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N/N" She presses a kiss to my forehead which makes me smile. I have to admit she's not that bad…

"Goodnight, Natty"

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Part 1

Series masterlist

Masterlist

#black widow #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #yelena belova #scarlet widow #scarlet witch

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iwasthewind · 1 year

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I'm sad about Apollo not getting the attention he deserves, so I'm gonna give it myself. The following is a ramble on why I love Apollo, and the way Rick handled his character <3

This hasn't been proofread and is unstructured as fuck because I lack the time for something better- and all of the following is something I said to a friend regarding TOA sjsjsjjs

Rick honestly handled abuse so fucking 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 in the series, gotta love the man for it. The parallels that he shows in Zeus and Nero, the way he addresses that Apollo himself was stuck in a cycle of abuse. I love how Apollo at first is so entitled, so used to getting his way, so shocked and disproportionately offended at the smallest things- but he's not necessarily evil. At the same time, a fair deal of the shit he did was inherently bad, yeah?

And it wasn't even because he was a control freak like Zeus, who was just toxic, paranoid and proud. It was because he never realised it was wrong because the concept of it being 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 was never introduced to him- which is no excuse by the way. He saw Zeus' actions as wrong 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Zeus set the example for him, and he never thought of it as (inherently) 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 'wrong,' but as something that "inconveniences/offends/hurts me."

And then his mistakes start biting him in the ass. And he's upset, because he wonders if he really deserves this?? And then his ass begins to bleed because his mistakes bite him 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥. And he's in denial but he begins to realize the gravity of his actions. He begins to empathize with his victims and it's not like he can apologise or do something to take back his actions either. His mistakes firmly remain what they are.

It's then that he slowly begins to realise- the abuse he faced at Zeus' hands, the abuse others faced at his hands, the abuse Meg faced at Nero's hands...is all inherently wrong. It's amoral. He's forced to face the fact that 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, no matter who's dishing it out.

When he confronts Harpocrates it's made especially clear- he was a fucking bully and it slapped him in the face. How entitled he was in trying to coerce the Sybil, how cruelly he dismissed her pain because guilt was an inconvenience to him. Up until he had to deal with them again, he barely thought about them. They weren't relevant anymore, because they were not desirable or sources of entertainment anymore. They weren't useful to him anymore.

And then he's forced to address the pain he's caused. He can't save them, and he's not forgiven for his actions.

They acknowledge him and peacefully (more or less) die and now he has to live with that. He can't make things better for them. He held their future in his hands and he carelessly shaped it into an ever descending spiral staircase which ended in 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘯 and he has to live with that.

And he sees it and he acknowledges his emotions and he lets his guilt get to him- because he understands that he deserves it, even though he can't atone for it directly, to 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

And instead of dismissing his discomfort and booking it- which was a toxic pattern he had established and followed for YEARS, my dude addresses the fact that he needs to improve. And he 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 improve.

It's not a gradual thing and there's hints of relapse but he genuinely apologizes, puts aside his pride several times and tries to improve. He can't do anything about the past but he can damn well try to make his current and future self a different God, a God that nourishes and cares for the well-being of those less fortunate than him, a person who cares and is learning to be happy with himself and takes responsibility in a healthy way.

And it's not easy- it's a concious choice he makes, every day, every time he's faced with old thoughts. They've been habits for so long and he's breaking them and it takes a herculean effort but he 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 it.

He's still extravagant at the end and he still catches hold of luxury items but he's gifting them too now! He got Meg a unicorn <3

And then in the end he addresses that Nero and Zeus are similar, and 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Apollo sees his mistakes and tries to improve. Zeus and Nero 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 they are in the wrong, but it benefits them and so they do not care. They can't be forgiven because they don't deserve it. All you can do is distance yourself because there's no actual, plausible way to deal with them for good.

I just love Apollo sm jwkjdksdkndk <33

Some day I'll write a proper essay on him but today is not that day. My apologies if I get something wrong, it's been a while since I read the books :')

#toa #the trials of apollo #toa apollo #toa analysis #Lester Papadopoulos #<33 #i just love him so much #I'm sad there's not many people I can talk to about him #so many people just refuse to read TOA for no good reason #</3 #i just #want to hold him #pjoverse #toa meta

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crimson-calligraphyx · 9 months

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A/N: there is some relatively descriptive violence at the end of this chapter.

Charles placed me down on his disgusting mattress with an eerie smile, and my skin crawls. My stomach churns as I tried my hardest to suppress the memories of being in this room before, afraid of what could possibly take place now that I'm back once again. It took every ounce of energy to just breathe and not set myself into a full-blown panic. "I'll be right back, dear. Don't you go running off again," he muses with a wink, and exits the room.

As if I could fucking go anywhere with my ankle in this condition.

I sighed, taking a gander around the room knowing that there was no way I could make a break for it. There was a weathered picture sitting on his bedside table; I picked it up to see a family of four huddled by a tree. The man in the picture of course was Charles, though much younger, accompanied by who I assumed were Alice and his children. The kids were smiling brightly, but the look on Alice's face was anything but happy. I nearly dropped the picture when I took a good hard look at her—the resemblance between us was uncanny.

"Do you remember that day, dear?" Charles reenters the room, and I jumped, not expecting his presence so soon. He came in holding two thin planks of wood and some bandages, amongst other small items. "I, uh...y-yes," I continued with my charade, my hands now shaking from apprehension. "It seems like just yesterday." He places the items beside me on the bed before running his hand down my cheek, tipping my face towards him by my chin. "You're just as beautiful now as you were then," he looks at me with his hollow eyes, a sickly-sweet smile on his face before he presses his lips to my forehead. I froze and held my breath, waiting for him to stop touching me.

I let out my breath when he releases his hold on my face and turns his attention to my leg. He picks up a bottle and carelessly pours its contents over my wounds, making me hiss from the burning sensation that it caused. I watched as bubbles formed on my skin, relieved that it was hydrogen peroxide he dumped on me to help aid some of the infection I'm sure I was going to get. I knew it wasn't going to be enough, though, but I'll take what I can get.

I whimpered when he picked up my leg to wrap it, and he shoots me a look as if he was satisfied with the pain that he was inflicting on me. I swallowed harshly, feeling like I would vomit from both the ache and the fact that this sick fuck was clearly getting off to this.

"S-so, where are the children now?" I asked, trying to keep my mind off the trauma in my leg. He sighs deeply, "Oh, they've run off some time ago," he says with melancholy heavy in his tone. "They left shortly after you did, leaving me all alone." I rolled my eyes at his shitty attempt to make me feel sorry for his neurotic ass. "How long have you been searching for me, Charles?"

He puts the pieces of wood on either side of my leg and shifts my ankle into place aggressively, and I holler from the intensity of the pain he caused. He chuckles at my reaction—if I wasn't already so lightheaded from it, I would've slapped the smile right off his face. If this was how he treated his wife, I can see why Alice ran away.

"A few years now, dear," he mutters as he begins to wrap my leg in more bandages, securing the makeshift brace. "I was beginning to think I'd never see you again, but there you were, with him," he spits, pulling hard on the bandages, causing me to whimper once again. "It was the perfect opportunity, really, like killing two birds with one stone. Not only do I get you back, but I get to watch you and your paramour suffer."

I shake my head in disbelief; this man is a monster.

From what I'm able to gather, he abused his wife and maybe even his kids to the point of no return, and she ran off with whoever he thought Noah was to get away. I knew he wasn't taking his antipsychotic medication, which would explain why he thinks he has the right people—but now we're suffering, and most likely going to die because of it.

I was relieved when he brought me back down to the cellar, only to dump me onto the mattress as if to dispose of me. I cried out in pain when my leg bounced off the ground, immediately reaching for it, hoping I could somehow soothe the ache by holding it. Gritting my teeth, I glowered at him as he gave a quick 'hmph' before heading back upstairs, leaving me and Noah like we were junk items that he no longer deemed useful.

"You okay?" Noah asks from across the room, shuffling to his feet. I pursed my lips and shrugged, "As okay as I can be, I guess." "Here," he holds out the unopened bottle of water and sleeve of crackers from earlier. "You need it more than I do." I stared up at him for a moment, taking in the exhausted, yet genuine look in his eye. Even as upset as he had been earlier, he still cared enough to make sure that I was fed. I take them from him with a half-assed smile as he sits on the ground beside me, leaning up against the wall.

I cracked open the water, taking a few sips before handing it back to him, and he gives me a questioning look. "You need it just as much as I do," I tell him, then opened the package of crackers for us to share as well. He bobs his head shallowly with a minuscule grin grazing his lips, popping a cracker in his mouth.

We sat in silence for a while, munching on the crackers and passing the water back and forth. We consumed maybe half of what we had before deciding to conserve it, unsure of when Charles would be back to replenish it.

Eventually I filled Noah in on the picture I had found, the resemblance between me and Alice, how long he's been searching for her, and the kids that we originally knew nothing about. He even agreed that it made sense that Charles thought I was her if he wasn't taking his medication, certainly hallucinating and picturing me as his wife.

We fall silent once more, leaving me to run my fingers through the dirt again. It dawned on me after a while that the hole we had dug wasn't there anymore; Noah filled it in at some point. "Did you manage to pull out whatever was stuck in the ground?" I asked, looking over at him. "Oh, shit, I almost forgot," he says in a lively manner, sitting up straight. "It was the head of a pickaxe. I hid it and buried the hole back up; thought maybe it would come in handy at some point. Maybe try to break through the boards on the window or something." Yeah, or beat Charles over the head with it and run. "Smart thinking," I nodded and chuckled at my morbid thought, and went back to playing with the dirt.

I watched my bandages get dirtier and dirtier as the days went by, the blood seeping through turning from crimson to brown as it oxidized. My leg was still excruciatingly sore, and I could feel the warmth radiating through the bandages, surely due to an infection in the wounds. I needed actual medical attention if I wanted my leg to heal, and properly at that.

I was very limited with what I could do while rendered as a sitting duck; Noah and I played tic-tac-toe in the dirt occasionally to keep ourselves occupied. It was silly, but it certainly helped pass the time. I sighed after our current round, stretching my other leg out, which was stiff due to the lack of walking I've been doing.

"Did you ever do this with Leora? Play tic-tac-toe in the dirt, or was it always just picking out worms?" Noah asks, the corner of his lips curling upwards. I brushed our game away and chuckled, "Sometimes, but not very often." I drew another grid, setting up the next game. He puts his legs out in front of him, leaning back on his hands as he stares straight ahead, indicating he was done playing for now. He had a calm semblance to him, the tiny smile still playing on his lips while he sat there content, seemingly lost in thought.

He rolls his head towards me after a moment, his eyes searching mine as I held onto his stare. It was great to see that one of us was healing well—the swelling on his face was mostly gone, leaving only the purple and red hues around his eye, which he was now able to open. I had no idea what was on his mind, and my stomach was starting to fill with nerves from the uncertainty, but I couldn't look away. All I could see were my daughter's eyes; all I could think about was how much I wanted to see them again, and this was the closest I could get to that.

"Can I ask you something?" He finally breaks the silence. My heart jumps into my throat with apprehension; I tried to swallow it back down as I nodded. "Does she ever ask why she doesn't have a dad? Or is she too young to understand that?"

His question hits me like a freight train, leaving me speechless, breathless even. I sit there with my mouth opening and closing, unsure of how to even answer that. Leora has never asked me about the lack of a father; she most likely was too young to understand. Even so, my dad was always around and filled in the role of a father figure for her.

I shook my head. "She, uh...no, she's never asked," I stammered out, dropping my eyes to my hands that were folded in my lap. "She's too young, I think." "Right," he mutters. I could see him from the corner of my eye, bobbing his head up and down slowly while he processed my words. "I'm sure your dad is doing a great job helping out. Your mom, too." I let out a small laugh, "Yeah, they're great. Nick is, too, whenever he visits. She gets so excited to see him." I smile sadly to myself, picturing their last encounter and how elated she was when she swung the door open, running into his awaiting arms. I could hear her giggles clear as day when he gave her all those kisses on her face.

"So...why didn't Nick ever tell me?" Noah asks; there wasn't any accusation in his tone, just genuine curiosity. "I begged him not to," I mumbled, and started to pick at my nails. "Why, Amelia?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but I could still hear the ache in it. I huffed and closed my eyes, shaking my head back and forth. “I-I don’t know,” I whispered.

I don’t know? What kind of reasoning is that?

My chest felt heavy with regret, hating the way the words coming out of my mouth sounded. It was a shitty reasoning, but it was the truth—I really don’t know why I did what I did. Maybe I was afraid of what his reaction would be, or maybe I wanted to prove to myself that I didn’t need him to help raise her since he just up and left so easily. Either way, it was selfish of me. Nick had been right all these years—it wasn’t just hurting me, but it was hurting Noah. And it was going to confuse and maybe even hurt Leora, too.

“Do you think…” He hesitates, clearing his throat. I bring my attention back to him, and I see the timidness in his demeanor. “Do you think I might get the chance to…get to know her some day?” I took a deep breath and held it as his question ricocheted inside my head, my heart beating out of my chest. It was a question that I knew would come, but I wasn’t prepared for it.

We lock eyes again; his are heavy with hope, glimmering under the dull light above us, pleading for an answer. I let out the breath I was holding, nodding shallowly—it was only fair now that he knew about her. "Yeah, o-of course. Whenever we make it out of this mess," I let out a dry laugh. "Cool," he flashes a soft smile, and I couldn't help but mirror it. It was almost relieving to know that he wanted to be involved, or at least try to be, anyway.

Noah stands and makes his way to our closet of a bathroom, returning moments later with the head of the pickaxe. He walks over to the boarded up window, spinning the tool in his hand for a minute or two before clutching it and jamming it between two boards. I watched as he tried to pry them apart, his brows cinched and his jaw tense as he put all his effort into it, only to have it slip from the ruts over and over again.

"I just don't have enough leverage with this thing," he sighs before finally giving up, turning to me. "It's okay, don't put all your energy into it. We'll figure something out," I reassure him, motioning for him to sit back down. He shakes his head in defeat and starts walking around the room aimlessly, tossing the tool back and forth between his hands as he goes. He fumbles with it when the door swings open, Charles making his way into the room.

I tensed as he stalks over to me, that same foreboding smile plastered on his face. "Relax, I'm here to change your bandages, dear," he tells me as he crouches by my leg. He picks it up carelessly, sending a wave of pain through my ankle. "You fucker," I hissed between clenched teeth, glaring at him. "Could you maybe be oh, I don't know, gentle when doing this?" He chuckles with a shake of his head, starting to unravel the old bandages from around my leg. "Now, now, dear. That's no way to speak to someone who's taking care of your injuries," he muses as the pieces of wood fall to the dirt below me.

Tears spring to my eyes when he peels off the inner layer of bandages, getting stuck to the wounds as he went. I bit down on my lip to hold back my whimpers, squeezing my eyes shut and turning away so I didn't have to see the disarray that my leg was in. "Oh, this doesn't look too good, Alice," Charles tsks, "let's hope you don't lose your leg." My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach from the thought of losing my leg due to his negligence. "Are you fucking kidding me, Charles?" I whipped my head in his direction, taking note of the smirk he was brandishing. "Bring me to a hospital, now!" I shout. "Oh, no, no, no. I'm afraid I can't do that, Alice—"

The next thing that I knew, Charles' body was being ripped from me as he bellowed in agony. I gasped and my eyes grew wide from the sight in front of me; it all happened so fast. Noah was now behind Charles, his arm wrapped around his neck as blood poured down his face from the pickaxe that was now lodged in his eye. "This is for the black eyes you gave me, you sick fuck," Noah growls, pulling the tool from his face.

I couldn't move, I was so shell-shocked. I couldn't muster so much as a flinch, even when the blood splattered across my face from the tool being ripped from his skull. He thrusts it back into his eye socket, the harrowing scream escaping Charles chilling me to the bone. The nauseating sound of his flesh being ground together echoed in my head, my stomach now churning and clenching painfully as I released what little contents it held.

I gather myself as Noah throws Charles' now limp body to the dirt, panting as he watched his life wither away. He huffs, bringing his attention back to me, the remaining animosity heavy in his demeanor. I still couldn't move or say anything as my eyes followed a droplet of blood trail down Noah's cheek, and slip off his chin. He wipes his face off with the sleeve of his shirt before extending a trembling, blood-coated hand to me.

"It's time to get out of here and reunite with our daughter," he says with determination, an assuring grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

|Chapter 10|

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Alright no idea what to talk about but I just wanted to tell this niche little things

In Beel's attack of kings prologue story he talks about a shop that allows people to change genders

And honestly I have never wanted to be somewhere more then that

Anyways I had something to say about embittered companion and angel companion but I'm still thinking it out rn

And also this au idea was for a obey me au

But essentially think of a au where the devils can sacrifice Solomon's descendant to bring back Solomon

I don't know

I feel like the demons would do so without regret if there was a choice to do so

Dante Anon

Huh, that sounds like fun. And take your time with your thinking, I too am taking my time. But that's because I've been groggy.

I probably wouldn't call it changing genders so much as customizing your own body, almost build-a-bear style, just so there's a plethora of options that isn't just limited to what is perceived as female and male by the masses. Don't want to change anything about your dick but want to have the biggest of knockers? Go right ahead. Want a pussy but don't want anything else? Go right on ahead buddy. Want the stuff to be temporary or permanent? You can choose so. Lot of little options, might be overwhelming to a beginner so there might be sampler packages to start them right off.

Also sorry for not being all that active, immune system went a little into overdrive and became convinced I was infected with something and gave me the old fever and chills combo. And then I started showing signs of hives and low blood pressure and almost whited out just trying to look for some medication but I'm doing better now. It's my own fault really, I haven't been eating well at all.

And hohoho, that certainly sounds like an interesting au, though I can only imagine it as a series of one-shots rather than something I can expand. Curse my limited imagination! Solomon's descendant over is pretty much engrossed in this paradise that they're in. They're being fucked however they liked, they're indulging in new and weird kinks just about every day, and the devils give them all the love and affirmation that they could possibly want! Which, eventually, leads to them forgetting that they're devils. They've been projecting their own human elements upon the devils, and often forget just how fickle and childish they can be.

So, when the opportunity comes that Solomon can be brought back with this sacrifice, of course they take it. And that would slap the descendant right in the face, a dose of reality that they have entirely forgotten was possible. Funny too, because I would imagine this all happens right after the descendant has abandoned their home back on Earth.

I just like the thought of the descendant being smacked in the face that these devils have different values and different ways of expressing themselves, that their ability to love and fuck isn't reserved to just the descendant like they want it to be. I just like being cruel to them. Seriously, out of all the self insert protagonists, there's something about them that just...ticks me off. They just remind me of all the male eroge protagonists that I've ever played. They're all horny to atmosphere-deafness, they're all dumb as fuck, and they all make me feel second hand embarrassment just reading about them as they bumble their way into dick or pussy because they showed the barest of kindness. The fact they can be female does not absolve my feelings towards them.

But, instead of getting rid of that personality all together, I want to commit to it and see what kind of person it ends up creating. Just, how big of a mess would this person be with these kinds of traits interacting in Hell, in a place that does not put sex and love in the same category. Any descendant that is easily jealous of other devils fucking one another is not going to survive down here. I know there are devils that want to fuck one person only, but that was so hamfisted in there to placate the audience that I don't consider it canon. Nor do I consider the "some devils can lie" canon. They can be tricky with their words, intentionally misleading, but lying outright they cannot do.

But anyways, this kind of au would force Solomon to also shift his perspective on the devils, since he seems to believe that they're all innocent. He infantilizes them, simply put, and that will also come biting him in the ass because, simply put, they're devils. Indulgent in their sins, no restrictions to be found.

But yeah, that be my thoughts. The angels and devils, as they are now, are just too human for me, you know? But ah, I'm just repeating myself. Sorry about that.

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✤ — Universe: Vigil ✤ — Concept: The gang visits the warehouse containing the Kaedehara assets in order to search for a key piece in buried history | Irodori Festival (i) — Related readings: Interlude ✤ — Characters: Kazuha (platonic), Aether, Paimon, Xingqiu, Albedo, Venti, Sara, Ayaka A/N: Some parts are skipped in order to highlight the key points of the event! The next (ii) part will be the conclusion! Now let's get on to the road to fluff! EMBARRASSING KAZUHA-/slapped Vigil!MC is there to brighten up ze day! Characters are now referred to via names (not aliases!)

The first objective as addressed by Kazuha is to ask for the whereabouts of the clan's assets. That entails the need to approach the Tenryou Commission.

He is initially apprehensive of the notion. Not because of him, but for his sibling, who he knows is previously acquainted with the mentioned commission's current leader.

[Name] is the least worried, though, to his minute surprise.

“There need not be any agita, dear brother. If this is the course to walk upon to understanding our family's secrets, then so be it.”

She's always been an equanimous individual but with the revelations—the blueprint for forging the swords, the tampering, and more—the group came across, he thought she'd be more expressive.

When Albedo propounded the idea that their great-grandfather was cognizant of the truth behind the Kaedehara decline, [Name] had no such look of surprise.

Kazuha thinks that she must've simply been processing it all in hence why she's silent. She's always a little silent with these matters, however, this time he's rather unsettled by it.

Maybe she's discomforted?

He told her to take a rain check and enjoy the festival instead of involving herself in possibly grim subjects but she'd been insistent on joining them.

He can't say no—and now they've arrived at the headquarters of the Tenryou Commission, where a familiar woman stands to greet them all.

Kujou Sara has an austere bite to her voice even if she means well. It can be denoted when she conversed with him about the location of the warehouse as well as the donation plans—with his sister's approval, of course.

But that slight rigidity of her tone lessens when she directs her attention to the other Kaedehara. A subtle lilt, but noticeable nonetheless.

“Lady [Name],” Sara coughs, eyes averted after addressing the woman in question.

Her uncharacteristic taper into uncertainty is a sight for those who are aware of how the Kujou carries herself; brimming with confidence.

For someone usually implicit, she's having a hard time trying to construct the words. An understandable thing, given she carried out the order of the Almighty Shogun that led to... a near-death experience.

Now, in usual cases, she won't bat an eye at this, but [Name] isn't exactly a stranger to her.

“The... Vision Hunt Decree, it's-”

“As my brother said, that's in the past now, isn't it, Sara?” smiles [Name].

They were once good acquaintances sharing the same journey to being accepted into the diplomatic affairs of the Tri-Commission.

The Tengu pauses, blinking as she's reduced to silence. She peers just a little closer, scrutinizing the curled lips as though searching for any ulterior motive or hidden undertones.

But she finds none.

She doesn't know what to expect, this is Kaedehara [Name], after all, the one person who can't seem to bear a grudge. The fact is acknowledged and still, Sara doesn't know whether to be guilty or not.

The silence concludes after a minute, right after she realizes that she has allowed it to extend for longer than necessary. Longer than normal.

“Yes,” there's an itch in her throat, “... It's in the past.”

[Name] claps once, the smile on her face perpetuated, “Then there's no significance in dwelling on it. We are all friends now, aren't we?”

The past heiress gains a handful of looks at this before said looks are transferred to Sara, who tongues the inside of her cheeks in thought.

'Friends' isn't something she associates herself with for duty has always been her utmost priority. She wasn't 'friends' with [Name] when they first met, either.

Ah, but that was before—[Name] said 'now'.

Anyone with a working brain can tell that it's an utterance meant to cease any remaining animosity. If there are any.

And when peace is extended willingly, who is she to deny it? Outside her sense of responsibility, Sara admits that she feels a little awful for the order she had to carry out to the shogunate.

Accepting this invitation of friendship is her only way of penitence that honors the mutual camaraderie she had for the past heiress years before.

So, with a grateful yet abashed nod, Sara nods again.

“Yes.”

Friends.

Kazuha notices that a few soldiers stationed by the warehouse are the same ones he incapacitated months ago in his endeavor to strike them down before they could to his sister.

The winds, that previously blew admonitions his way, lack said warnings now. As implied a while ago, there is no need for enmity from this point onward.

He's glad that everyone thinks the same way. This is a festival, after all, and although what they discovered a while ago leads to a dark secret they've yet to uncover.... one must not forget to be merry.

It's a herculean thing, though, especially for him.

How can he wear a smile on his face when each second weighs his mind with probable answers pertinent to the clan's decline?

He's worried, to put it simply, and is thus unable to find himself be jolly.

“Hm... oh? Oh!”

His older sister, on the other hand, is different.

There's a round of bemused chuckles, but he doesn't turn around. At least, not until he's addressed specifically.

“Kazu, look!” how can he not humor his sister's enthusiasm?

He wishes he didn't, though.

Aether, Paimon, Ayaka, and Venti have piqued gazes drilling holes into him the second he gives them his undivided attention. The air is unsettling in a... dangerously embarrassing kind.

One that he realizes when his sister swings around some kind of wooden stick—no wait-

“Do you remember this 'wand'? You picked one up after learning of Visions, no?”

Kazuha's color drops to a pallid hue.

“It's a brush though, isn't it?” echoes Ayaka with a whisper, the lower half of her face hidden behind her fan. Her tone suggests that she's smiling.

Judging by the rest of those who are nearby—who are all giving smiles of their own—it isn't a far-fetched assumption.

“Oh, brush or not, he's been fascinated with it!” [Name] chatters away with a candescent smile, “He used to make up words for spells too! And I had to pretend to be an ugly witch-”

“You're far from one.”

The samurai's ear twitches at the bard's passing comment but says nothing. It's true, after all.

“-Those were the fun days!”

His stomach churns in mild embarrassment, heat beginning to spread all over his cheeks to revive the color. He wishes to put a stop to the flustering childhood tale, but how can he when his sister is grinning, her eyes stellar?

“Aside from avada..um,”

This is nothing, he tells himself inwardly as the lady in question bounds over. A samurai's pride-

[Name] points the brush at him. “Gang, gang, woo!”

-Is not swift to crumple. That is what he's meant to assure himself with.

The moment Paimon and Aether turn their backs to double over, Kazuha fixes a tight smile on his face. This is fine.

“So he had the potential to wield a catalyst!” Venti muses to a nodding Ayaka.

[Name] gasps at the thought before tugging at her brother's draping sleeve, “That's true, isn't it? Will you be able to channel anemo through this brush, then?”

Kazuha doesn't even have the time to answer because the lady is already slipping the brush into her long sleeve, a habit she seems to have shared with a certain Kamisato.

“I'll be storing this for a while,” she giggles then pulls him towards the section in the warehouse containing other childhood memorabilia.

Things that he genuinely will bat an eye over given the present circumstance, but he admits that their purpose for entering this place has been momentarily forgotten.

It's that easy for him to get swayed in the windy current, in other words, his only sibling.

“Here's your sword, too!” [Name]'s voice—that's nothing short of being voracious—has all but drawn in the rest of the group, who comes upon the scene with interested glints in their eyes.

True to her word, when Kazuha goes down to brush the pad of his thumb across the dusty sword, the shoddy carving of his name can be seen on the metal.

He smiles, the warmth on his cheeks no longer one of fluster, but genuine fondness. Who would've thought that it's still here?

“I'm afraid I'm being given too much credit,” really, that's just his way of saying that he's unused to the attention, “Yours is over there, nee-san.”

Now that has a lot of heads turning.

It's to be expected, really, no one—except for maybe Ayaka—has ever entertained the idea of [Name] with a sword. Especially since this is their first day of meeting her and no facet of her personality implies that she's one to handle the blade.

The sword is a little larger than his when he was a child, the hilt wrap a color of a faded [c]. When its user takes it in her hold, it is tiny and incongruous—somewhat unfitting.

“Interesting,” Xingqiu echoes.

Albedo nods, bright teal eyes taking in the surprising sight of the lady paired with a sword. “But you do not seem to carry yourself with the gait of a fighter.”

The alchemist realizes that it's a little misleading, for Xingqiu is also one, but his finesse disguises that. Hm, should he just say that [Name] appears like a total pacifist, instead?

“Oh, well, I didn't continue my lessons.” [Name] says simply, putting the sword back at its rack with a nostalgic look on her face.

Understanding the questioning looks on the others' faces, she laughs. “After a mishap, I merely realized that I'm not at all fond of it, you can say...” I don't like to fight because... is the undertone.

Somewhere, the Head of the Yashiro Commission chokes on his boba.

“Lady [Name] wouldn't dare raise a sword against Kazuha even if it was for a sparring session. Not even I.” Ayaka sighs, flicking her fan to a close. “A shame, only my brother had the opportunity to spar against her.”

Kazuha loses himself in the tides of his memory.

One where his good friend Tomoaki tried to land a joking ambush on [Name] and ended up a good meter away, unconscious with a concussion, his sword chipped.

“I- I don't think that's a good idea.. sparring.” [Name] laughs nervously.

The ronin shivers in a discreet manner. Yeah, he doesn't think it's a good idea either.

“But stiiiiill! [Name] sounds way cooler!” Paimon bursts, eyes wide, “Paimon's always known because Kazuha doesn't shut up about her when he got drunk after losing a bet-”

He burns a bright red and averts his gaze when [Name] swivels at him, stunned and flattered.

“But seeing you right now just really is riveting, don't you think so?” the floating pixie nudges her good companion, who gives a smiley nod.

No one denies it.

[Name] all but coos at it, cupping Paimon's cheeks with a sweet smile only to start pinching them, much to the latter's chagrin and cries.

“Paimon takes it back! Paimon takes it back! So uncool- that huuuuurts!”

“It's a blessing.”

“Venti, are you a masochist?”

[Name] turns to Kazuha after having her ears covered—for some reason—the grin on her face doubling. The ronin immediately backtracks, wondering if he's done the right thing.

Any second now and-

“You talked about me!” there it is. “My dear little brother, never would I have imagined! Oh no, no, I must do the same. Come to think of it, where's that embroidered maple leaf...”

Oh no. Abort, abort-!

“Nee-san-”

The swift hug seizes his breath away, literally, it's nearly bone-crushing. Swiftly afterward, she all but rushes towards a different location in the warehouse without visible hesitance.

Almost like she knows it like the back of her hand.

“Come, we can get back to searching in a minute, here are the storybooks that Kazu and I used to enact!”

For a second, it feels like [Name]'s deviation towards frivolous things is deliberate. Done out of goodness, yes, but with a hidden motive.

At least, that's what he is able to detect in the wind's course—and he can't believe it at first.

“Didn't this come from Liyue? It's such an old story!”

“That's Kazuha's favorite! Kazuha, come here! Let's revisit some of these!”

“An invitation to impersonate the characters? A wonder..”

“Uhh, Albedo, you do know we had a bad history of impostors with you...”

Kazuha shakes his head, dismissing his thoughts in the process as he makes his way toward the huddled group.

If his sister is hiding something from him and this is her way of averting him from it—at least until the inevitable arrives—then all the more reason to uncover why.

a/n: gANG ganG WoO0ooO0-! second part done, final one in the works! we can finally welcome the man who choked on his poor boba. anywho, i hope this is to your enjoyment! more sara and mc conversations, and the cALM- or the joy- BEFORE THE STORM!

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#m-vigil #kazuha fluff #kazuha angst #kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin angst #aether fluff #venti fluff #xingqiu fluff #albedo fluff #female reader #aether x reader #albedo x reader #xingqiu x reader

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bethesammytomydean · 5 months

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Unbearable

((I've found a list of 512 one-word writing prompts and well, drabbles will ensue))

"I don't like this."

Sam hummed, taking a sip of his water, looking around.

"I hate this."

Once again Sam hummed, glancing at his big brother who adjusted his tie, stretching his neckline so he had more room to breathe. It almost seemed as though he was sweating. Even in the dim lighting of the room Sam could see Dean's forehead glinting.

"Sam, I hate this."

"Stop acting like a child." Sam finally spoke up, now fully turning toward his brother. "We're here for a hunt, remember?"

Dean looked even more like a child now, pouting the way he was. That just made his lips seem more plump, and for a second Sam was distracted. But he was an adult who could separate his love life from his job, unlike Dean.

"Yeah but," Dean paused, glancing around. "I don't see shit here, and I'm hot."

"We've been here for not even ten minutes."

"Long enough for us to figure out if there's anythin' worth staying for." Dean muttered, wiping his hand over his forehead with a grimace. "Can't we just leave? Or get out of these fuckin' suits?"

"No. And there's ice over there anyways, just put it in your drink."

"That'll just water down my wine."

"Since when do you drink wine anyways?" Sam turned his focus back on the crowd they were observing. Or trying to observe, at least. Dean didn't seem to be doing much of that.

In fact, Dean didn't seem to be doing much of anything aside from shifting where he stood, complaining, and drinking wine. Which was odd, since he usually did really take their job seriously. And Dean? Drinking wine? That was still really weird to Sam.

"It's the only thing they've got to drink here."

"The only alcohol. They've got plenty of other options available."

"Whatever." Dean grumbled, once again shifting where he stood, moving from one leg to another, hand pulling on the sleeve of his jacket as his eyes shifted through the room-

Sam could've slapped himself in the fucking face. He was such an idiot. How could he not have noticed this before? This was Dean. His big brother. The one person he grew up with. He was supposed to know Dean. Know everything about him.

And yet he had missed how uncomfortable Dean was.

Of course he felt uncomfortable. The crowd they were amongst was filled with stuck-up assholes. People who just bought expensive things to impress each other, which was pathetic. No one in this room was real. It was all just silicone, jewelry and expensive clothes.

Facades. Rich facades. And Dean probably felt extremely out of place. Unlike Sam, who had been around crowds like this more often as a lawyer. He still didn't feel completely comfortable, obviously, but he could at least tune out their horrible talking and ignore the way everyone was trying to impress each other.

Dean wasn't able to do that, apparently.

"I think maybe we should approach this in a different way."

His big brother looked at him, finger hooked on his own collar. "Huh?"

Sam shrugged. "Since everyone is here, no one will be in the garage. Or in the rest of the office. Which means we can roam around practically freely."

Dean started grinning. "You wanna snoop around?"

"Yeah, I wanna snoop around." Sam nodded, smiling at his brother and putting down his glass of water. "And who knows? If we don't find anything I might just take off your suit."

"I'll hold you to that." Dean downed the rest of his wine before grabbing Sam by his wrist. "Let's go, Sammy."

#Wincest #Wincest fic #Drabble #Wincest drabble #Dean #Sam #Supernatural #SamxDean #DeanxSam

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moreorlessfish · 11 months

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Moscow Mule

din djarin x female!reader

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Word Count: 1,255

Summary: The fateful encounter and small banter.

Warnings: no y/n usage, a small mention of alcohol and weapons? idk

Notes: I haven't written anything in a while, so I hope this is good. I got pretty excited while writing this and I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading :)

"If you want, I'll go looking for you."

These are words that are muttered when you know you really want someone. To him, they've only known each other for a few days, but to her... they've known each other forever. In reality, they've always known each other.. they just never interacted until that one fateful day.

It was a sunny day. You were walking around a city you had only been in for less than a few minutes. On the way to Nevarro, you were filled to the brim with impatience and annoyance. Now, you were admiring the beauty of the city. A few traveling stands with merchants behind them almost distracted you, but before you could give in to your distractions - you were reminded of why you had traveled so far.

"Ah, I see you made it," calls out a gruff voice. There's a man leaning on the side of a cream-colored wall. The sun shines on his dark skin - illuminating the mustache that lies on his upper lip. He makes eye contact with you - waiting for a response.

With a sigh, you say, "Hello, Greef Karga."

"Well hello to you too." He waits for you to move closer before he continues, "Thank you for meeting with me. I know it's not easy to travel here from your home planet." You nod your head and allow him to continue the conversation, but instead, he observes your face.

"You seem exhausted. How about we get a drink? Sit down a little - talk through our matters and then you can be on your merry way back to Kipler." He smiles and while you try to object he's already leading you into the building that holds the infamous bounty guild.

It's only after he orders your drinks and demands that you sit at a table with him, that he begins the conversation you traveled so far to have with him.

"Look, I know you're upset with the fact that you have a bounty on your head, but there's really nothing I can do." It took a lot of strength for you to not slap him in the face after hearing that, but before you could even lay a hand on him, he continues, "I've looked into it. Your bounty for some odd reason has been reopened to the public." He sips on the beer that he ordered before he speaks again, "I can't say for sure whether someone has decided to pursue your bounty, but what I can say is that I'm working on getting it taken down." You stare as he takes another sip from his drink and he tries his best to not look away from your form.

"I don't believe you."

Once again, he takes sips from his beer to try and avoid having to speak. Once he realizes that you are full-on glaring at him, he sets his drink down on the table. His face takes on a serious look.

"I am being one hundred percent honest with you. I took it literally when you said you were leaving the guild. I mean.. I had no choice. You practically left me a goodbye note and fell off the face of the planet. Now, I don't know why you made that decision, but I do know that this situation you're in is annoying." He sighs, "I'm sure the reason you went back to your home planet was to relax and get away from this lifestyle. That however is the problem.. once you're in this line of work - it never leaves you. Trust me, it's hectic to run a guild, but I am trying my best to work on getting this bounty off your head. In the meantime, I'd like for you to stay here on Nevarro. A few hunters and I can keep our eyes on you while this bounty is still public."

"I can protect myself."

He chuckles, "I know you can. Hell, you are one of the best bounty hunters that I know. It was an honor for you to be a part of this guild, but I need to make sure that you don't get caught." Before you can protest, he says, "Let me do this one favor for you."

As you were about to respond to him, you hear the door to the guild open. In a matter of seconds, the conversations that were present during your own conversation with Greef Karga died down. The feeling in the air had become intense. It is only when you see a figure stop right at your table that you realize why the energy of the room had changed.

That's when you were face to face with him.

The Mandalorian.

...

It's the sound of clinking armor that brings you back into the present moment. The sound stops and that's when you see him fumbling with the controls of his ship. He was currently in the middle of doing maintenance work on his beloved ship - the Razor Crest. Even though he wasn't a full-on professional and he didn't know every little thing about starship maintenance - he did his best to keep his ship in good shape.

You were currently writing in your journal. Sitting in one of the chairs in the control room. It had only been two days since you started hanging with the armor-clad man, but you already felt comfortable with his presence. Silence fills the room - with the occasional clicking from the controls - and you loved it. Peace and quiet. It felt like a warm blanket that just came out of the dryer. Silence.

"Why does your face look like that."

"....Excuse me?"

You see your reflection on the visor of his helmet. Your nose is scrunched and you have a small frown on your face as a reaction to his previous comment.

"You seem bored," he says as he turns back around to the controls on the control panel.

You scoff, "I don't want to hear that from you, Tin Can."

He responds quickly, "I have a name."

You continue, "Well, Lame-o, that's a funny thing for you to say. You're only doing maintenance because you haven't gotten a job yet."

You hear a small whisp from the voice modulator on his helmet, but you don't care. You continue speaking your thoughts, "You haven't stopped moving around since we left the bounty guild. You're restless and yet you're talking about how I look bored? How dare you ruin the moment of silence that I was enjoying."

He doesn't look back at you, but he does open his mouth, "If you have a problem with me working on my ship, then you can get off it."

You huff, "Maybe I will then."

"Fine by me," he sasses back.

"Well..," you pause, "..fine."

You stand up from the chair and make your way down the ladder. You placed your journal back into your bag and sorted through your case of weapons. Although you're a bounty hunter who's a new pestering guest on the Mandalorian's ship, you didn't feel the need to keep your weapons on you. A dumb decision, but regardless you were comfortable with the man suited in armor. You grabbed your black woven satchel and checked that you had your weapons concealed throughout your outfit. You placed a black headscarf on your head to help cover your face from the bright sun that beamed onto the planet. Once your shoes hit the ashy ground, you hear his voice again.

"Come back before the sun sets or I'm locking you out."

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I have a challenge for you! You know the ‘almost kissing meme’? Can you write the scene with Sannes in the background, third wheeling a couple of morally dubious, amateur torturers? Merci et a pui tarde.

thank you so much for this distracting prompt, my friend!! did wonders for my nerves 👌🏻🫰🏻

Almost kissing meme: wrong atmosphere

Characters: Hange, Levi, Sannes

Tags: tw torture, tw blood, tw canon typical violence really, levihan, levihan kiss (couldn't help it lol)

Hange lets the scalpel fall on the metallic tray behind them, and before Sannes is done screaming from that latest wound, seize what's quickly becoming their favorite weapon and shove it in between the edges of the deep, oozing wound on his stomach, fingers clenching around the electrical trigger.

His cries turn into muffled gurgles as he convulses against his bounds, and it's such a fascinating sight it takes half a minute for Hange to realize Levi's tapping their shoulder and trying to get their attention.

"Stop, Hange!" he calls out for what must be the tenth time, his eyes focused on the mush they've turned the man's abdominal skin into.

They release the button and take a tiny step back, turning halfway to stare at Levi with a frown and the scariest, most manic glint he's ever seen in their eyes -not helped by the fresh bood that's splattered all over their face.

"What? Come on Levi, don't tell me you're getting squeamish," they scold, sounding as angry as they do disappointed. "This guy murdered Nick, for fuck's sake, made him got through much more extensive torture than this before he-

"I know," Levi cuts in, sparing a glare to the pathetic human lump in front of them who's slumping in his seat wih his head bowed down, "I know. But don't you think you'll fuck that thing up by wetting it in all this blood?"

He's seen the way Hange practically drooled over this unique piece of technology they found while looking through MP arsenal a while back and he's had to listen to enough rants about its uses and misuses to know they've grown overly -and disturbingly, though not uncharacteristically- attached to it. And even if he doesn't much care for it himself, he's aware Hange's been meaning to study its applicability in the fight against Titans, and he definitely wouldn't want them to waste their only sample over this sorry specimen.

"Oh, but I won't!" they reassure him quickly, their foul mood seemingly gone in an instant. "This type of taser is top quality, you know, one of the most resistant from what I've read in that forbidden weaponry book you got me for my birthday. No, in fact I was wondering if electricity wouldn't conduct even better through blood, since it's mostly water! Tell me, Sannes, does the pain feel worse here," Hange asks as they apply it a short second onto healthy skin, "or here?" and then into the wound again.

Sannes only groans this time around, clenching his teeth and biting his tongue with the forced muscle contractions.

"I'm not your lab rat," he pants when he can speak again.

Hange sighs, straightening their back and legs as they tower over him. They stretch their arms high above their head, and Levi can't stop a snicker from showing on his face when he realizes what their next move is -and he hopes this doesn't give their prisoner any clue.

Thankfully, all it does is direct Sannes' attention to him in the form of a pointless glare, and makes him completely miss the cue when Hange lets one of their arms fall down swiftly, their full palm landing harshly against his cheek, slapping his face so hard his neck muscles allow for an unnatural angle between his head and body for a fraction of a moment before it lols back into place.

"You are whatever I want you to be right now," they purr, voice so low and dangerous it sends a not entirely unpleasant shiver down Levi's spine. "I'll do it again, so focus this time around."

"No need! The second, the second one was worse," Sannes gives in hurriedly, uselessly fighting against his restrains and just as Hange's taser was about to touch his cut flesh again.

"Hm, is that so?" Hange mumbles, retreating their threatening hand and petting his hair like they would their horse's with the other. "But that could be simple nociceptive pain from the wound itself, and not the neuropathic-like jolt of electricity... Let me clarify, because as a high ranking useless MP officer, I fear you may not be the sharpest tooth in the Titan's mooth," they add, giggling madly at their own joke. "Do you think the pain was more intense from the pressure I applied on those slashed guts of yours, or did the taser hit itself really feel more powerful there?"

"Wall's sake," Sannes snarls as he frees his head from their lose hold, clearly reinvigorated by the insult to his ego, "just stop talking, would you? That ought to be the worst torture you're putting me through right now."

He spits on the ground as he finishes his sentence, missing Hange's boots by a breath thanks to their quick jump aside, and grins up at them.

Hange hums quietly while Levi clicks his tongue at that silly mistake, and before Sannes sees it coming they leap forward, their right, taser-holding hand ahead of them while their left one supports their weight on the wooden back of the chair as they pull the trigger.

Sannes' eyes widen and he lets out a long, pathetic wail as the electricity surges into his groin and throughout his body at full force, and Hange's laugh echoes almost as loud.

"If you really think that's the worst part," they warn when his voice breaks, "boy do you have another thing coming."

They sound confident enough and Levi's pretty sure Sannes is fooled by that front -if he's conscious enough to hear them, that is, and the way his eyes keep rolling in his skull make Levi doubt it for a second- but he's known Hange for a long, long time, and he knows how shaken their friend's death and all the recent events have left them. Which is why he fears they're about to lose it, especially when he sees the way their hand shakes as they bring the taser up and against his ribcage.

"Don't!" Levi warns.

He grabs their wrist and swirls their body around, and Hange was so out of it it takes them a couple of seconds to speak again.

"What?" they ask once they're face to face, eyebrows knit in confusion.

"Focus, shitty glasses," he whispers. "He could die right away if you do that."

Hange blinks a few times, processing his words.

And then a shy, almost embarrassed smile graces their lips.

"You listened," they realize, eyes lighting up with excitement and something else he's seen in there before but could never properly identify. "When I told you my hypothesis about how direct precordial tasing stimulation might kill someone because it would bypass the heart's natural impulse," they add, putting the taser down on the table and bringung their hand flat against his chest, right above his accelerating heartbeat, "you listened."

He only realizes how close they are standing and how intimate that gesture was when he feels them inhale sharply and when their own free hand timidly cups his forearm, keeping his hand in place against their cheek.

"I always listen to you, four-eyes. You don't give me much of a choice anyway," Levi replies with a shake of his head, one of his hand reflexively coming up to swipe at the blood stains on their face.

Their eyes meet his, the gorgeous dark brown of their irises a thin circle around the black of their blown out pupils. And Levi gets an idea.

An insane idea, one he's had before but never induldged into outside his own bed or shower, never dared to dwell on when Hange and their stupidly full lips were around to tempt him to act on it. One he should definitely not entertain right now, he tells himself.

Except he's not the one dangerously leaning in.

"Guess you were right. Watching a deranged freak like you make out with her assistant is definitely worse than that shit from before," Sannes taunts once more.

He's almost proud of himself when he spots the awed look on Hange's face as they take in the tooth on the floor, the bloodied drool at the corner of Sannes' mouth and the nearly exact same position Levi's standing in right now, like his right foot wasn't in that bastard's face not a flash of a second ago.

Levi doesn't need to think about it.

He automatically, gently but swiftly pushes Hange away, so there's nothing standing between him and Sannes before he makes his move.

"What?" he asks as nonchalantly as he can, shrugging. "He was being rude."

It hurts, the clash of their teeth against his and the way their glasses poke at his nose, the leather digging into his nape with the force they're using to keep him in place and their feet that lands on his own as they find their balance after their launched themself forward. It's a hurt he welcomes though, a pain that connects him to this world that's getting more and more fucked up every day, something real and loud and impossible to ignore.

Hange beams at him.

And then they grab the thin straps of his apron, tugging on them hard and crashing their lips against his.

Hange's gone before he gets a chance to properly respond, and if it wasn't for the loud pop that rings as they release his lower lip, Levi would think he's made up that unbelievable moment where they sucked on it.

"You have to teach me that flying tooth kicking technique some day, shorty," they say with a smirk as they let go of him, "it's way too hot for you to keep it to yourself."

They turn around again, facing the slobbering, wincing in disgust but finally quiet mess that's become of Sannes.

"Sure. There are so many things that are wrong with you, four eyes," Levi says to the tiny hairs sticking out at the back of their long neck, trying not to wonder how they would have felt under his palm if he'd had the time to touch them.

"Thank you," they reply, head turning to give him a wink. "In the mean time, I guess I'll just have to stick to the old fashioned teeth removal tools!" they add excitedly, picking up pliers from the table.

Levi hides in a smile, and gets closer to the chair to hold a now struggling Sannes' face in place as Hange forces his mouth open.

#levihan drabble #levihan #levihan fanfic #snk #snk fanfic #shingeki no kyojin #this is too long to be a drabble isn't it #i got carried away...#levi ackerman #hange zoë #my stuff #asks #mutuals #dont f with moogles

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