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i really, really love that lae'zel is DISGUSTED by the idea of ever having to deal with pregnancy, but like. genuinely loves being a mom to Xan. and just loves that baby so much.
#bat plays bg3#there are four companions i could see enjoying having and raising a baby#and that's wyll halsin lae'zel and minthara#gale and karlach would be good parents if they had to be but they both strike me as like#karlach just got her freedom back she needs time to just. live life and be free#i think she'd have one or adopt one eventually#astarion would be a terrible dad at first but eventually be decent lol#but never be actually good at the raising part just the#taking care of the brood and making sure they don't die#he'd be a terrible role model#shadowheart is in the same boat as the other two#i just think she needs some time to figure shit out and exist before even considering that#she wants her animal sanctuary and to chill for a bit#also minthara would raise little hellions but like#just bc she's evil doesn't mean she wouldn't be a good mom#her children would be raised like royalty and treated as such bc they're future conquerors
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OLD HABITS DIE HARD — theodore n.
➠ a month may be short for a relationship but it was enough for you to grow into an inescapable habit.
before reading : i just want to clarify that i believe smoking is a big deal and still is a form of addiction no matter how glorified it is. symptoms mentioned below are based on personal experiences so don't be mean.
the sounds of scattering feet fills the cold morning of the first day of the winter inside hogwarts. from the astronomy tower, cheery voices echoed into your ears and left immediately to the other afterwards, somehow adding to your current mellow dramatics: brooding. your robe turned useless to block the freezing air from making contact with your skin. clutching the thick cloth of your jacket, you let your other hand lean onto the cold rail that kept you from tipping over.
winter has come and most students are off to hogsmeade or packing up their bags for their well deserved break. you'd do either one but wallowing in self pity felt more fitting for you. it's been a week or two since your relationship with theodore nott, one of the infamous slytherin in hogwarts, ended and you weren't taking it well. surprisingly, the break up didn't involve crying, screaming, casting crucio on each other than you expected to be; it ended with a single conversation of how theo believed he's in a point in his life at the moment where he couldn't continue caring for himself, let alone for you.
( "can we talk for a second?" theo's hand wraps around yours, pulling you away from the conversation with your friends. "somewhere private, preferably." his words remained nowhere far from a whisper, eyes boring into yours. you're not sure what expression you made but it seems it's enough of a response for theo to just pull you away even further, not even saying a goodbye to the others.
theo pulls you into an empty hallway, making you lean against the wall as softly as he can, like he's afraid of breaking you. it's the same actions he did when you two first got together. your eyebrows furrow in confusion, tightening your grip on his hands. "theo, what's wrong?" you finally ask, rubbing a caring hand on his jaw. he immediately melts but you see the way he stops himself from melting into your touch any further.)
you braced yourself for the worst but somehow the worst still hurts you so much.
an itch on your lips spreads as the breeze begins to nip on your exposed skin. you sighed, knowing what this meant for you. burying your hand inside the pockets of your jacket, you pulled out a half empty box of cigarettes and the lighter you both hid in your luggage. "for a wizarding school, they sure don't have good security for these things," you thought, placing the stick in between your lips.
after lighting the cigar, you immediately took a slow inhale, trying your best not to choke yourself. while the astronomy was the best place for brooding, it's also the number one spot for smokers especially in the foggy winters. puffs of smoke rolled out your lips, releasing it into the air. your eyes watched as the smoke mixed with the fog, holding the cigar in between your index and middle finger.
you never smoked in your life, not even when your muggle friends pressured you into it whenever you'd go home to visit but that's until you met theo. you could still recall the memory of catching theo smoking by the black lake and thinking of how pathetic he was for ruining his own health — you could also remember laughing at yourself at the same memory while theo shotguns you. it used to be just second-hand since he never had any plans to stop no matter how many times you've passive aggressively warned him but then you had a taste and everything seemed to fall into place.
theo, being the hypocrite he is, reprimanded you from smoking, saying something about being the one with the healthy lungs in the relationship. the burning cigarette came in contact with your lips again when you saw enzo and mattheo on their mary way to hogsmeade too. out of instinct, you wondered where theo was. is he just as pathetic as you? probably not, he didn't seem the type to cave into a habit he hated just because it reminded him of his partner.
before you can take your third whiff, the sound of footsteps made you let go of the cigarette, stepping on it to make the burning stop and kick it to the nearest dust bunny. you didn't turn around, you don't know if you should. if it was a teacher, they'd probably just interrogate you for being in the tower and the unusual smell.
"y/n?"
but you're not really sure what to say to your smoker ex-boyfriend. his footsteps got louder the closer he came, placing a hand on your shoulder to make you face him. he looked the same the last time you saw him. you wondered if you looked the same too.
"hey, theo." you greeted him, giving a tired smile, the one that he always described as 'not reaching your eyes'. "i just saw enzo and—"
"were you smoking?" he cuts you off.
you gulped down the saliva building down your throat. "i didn't. you know i hate smoking."
"i thought so too," without warning, his hands entered one of your pockets — unfortunately it was the one with the box of cigarettes. "but apparently not anymore."
you can't help but roll your eyes at his frustrated expression, avoiding to look at anything but his face. "it's not a big deal, theo, you do it all the time. it helps me calm down." in truth, you were embarrassed; you felt ashamed for throwing such a cliché smoker excuse at him. theo's hand that held the box clenched tightly into a fist, destroying the rest of cigars. despite your attempt to hide your disappointment, you unconsciously bit the bottom of your lip at the sight.
"it doesn't matter if i do it all the time. you, out of all people, y/n, shouldn't be doing it." theo's words felt like a knife running across your chest as he emphasized each of his words to you, making sure every single sticks to you. it annoyingly works as tears began brimming at the bottom of your eyes. theo lets go of the crumpled box, putting both hands on each of your shoulder, rubbing calm circles on them. you hadn't realized how tense you were upon getting caught.
theo takes your chin with his thumb and index finger, making you face him. his expression was surprisingly calm, if anything he looked worried. "how long?" he asked all of a sudden.
"what?"
"how long have you been smoking? and how many times?" he repeats himself.
you take a shaking breath, closing your eyes as you answered. "since we broke up," tears finally fall down your cheeks and your voice waives even worse. "i finish 3 a day." the realization hits you like a truck now that you've said it out loud. theo's expression doesn't change, watching you tremble under his hands. you wanted to bury yourself six feet under, away from the boy you love. the shame, the unsaid guilt and betrayal you felt towards theo was overwhelming. if it weren't for theo engulfing you in such a tight embrace you swore you would have fallen.
"i'm sorry, theo. i'm sorry." you whimpered in between sobs. "i didn't know what else to do. i'm sorry."
theo runs his fingers through your hair, it was his way of calming you down. "i know you are, baby. it's okay, it's not your fault." despite your emotions rampaging inside your brain, you were able to tell just what theo meant by his words. "i shouldn't have left you—"
"no, theo. you're allowed to break up with me, to take care of yourself before taking care of another person. i understand you, theo, i truly do. this is all because of me being pathetic." you were glad you managed to say everything without stuttering, tightening your grip around theo's body. "i was just lost. for a moment. not anymore."
you felt theo's hair brush against your ears, telling you that he was leaning his forehead against your shoulder. it was silent for a moment and you eventually started to calm down before he spoke again. "i love you, y/n. don't blame yourself for being human."
"and don't blame yourself for loving me. i love you too, theo, so fucking much."
#theodore nott#lorenzo zurzolo#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x you#theodore nott x y/n#golden era#marauders era
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Papas Caring For Hospitalized Reader
Spawned from pure self-indulgence. I've been through more hospital visits these last four weeks than I have my entire life. I want someone to bundle me up and make my hand better. I hate hospitals and operations *sobs*. Enjoy nonetheless!
Content: 2k words, Papas x gn!reader, SFW, bullet-pointed format, mentions of hospitals, needles (only mentioned), mention of general anaesthetic, angst, hurt/comfort, anxiety, lots of sweetness, you're getting pampered, no beta we die like nihil!)
This man will do everything in his power to make sure you’re looked after and relaxed.
Tea for days! He will try different flavours until he finds the one you like.
Dives headfirst into deep research as to which herbs help your injury heal, as well as calm your nerves. He knows his plants well, but he wants to know more. You deserve the best of the best.
Insists on going with you for infirmary visits even when you tell him you’re fine (you’re not really, but you just don't want him to worry.)
He will anyway.
Chronic worrier, especially given his age.
He takes his health VERY seriously, yours too! The Ministry has the best medical care around.
If you need a wound cleaned, stitches taken out, or other medicines, it's the place to get it.
Primo will be with you as much as he’s able to, even if that means he’s sitting for a long time while you’re being treated.
When you’re free and discharged—bandaged, bruised and probably feeling sore, he’ll take you back to his room for some TLC.
Will have a bath or shower with you, (in his jungle of a washroom), depending on what you prefer and smother you with all your favourite scents.
He’s a deeply caring individual and shows it openly.
Will speak gently to you, whisper sweetly and ensure you’re not overstimulated more than you have been.
“Shh, I know. I know amore. It’ll be over soon, just breathe for me.”
He knows how much you hate hospital/doctor visits.
You can squeeze his hand if you want.
If you need space for a bit after everything, he’ll gladly give it.
If not, prepare to receive a lot of kisses, especially on your forehead (a lot of them, like… SO many.)
He will help you bathe if you’re unable to, running a foaming washcloth over your skin carefully.
Let him wash your hair! It’s one of the things he adores doing for you!
Once you’re washed, warm and feeling more relaxed it’s time for more tea in bed with a snack if you want one!
He insists. Even if you don't feel like eating, try to drink something for him <3
“It will help you feel good and relax, Il mio fiore.” (My flower)
Fluids are important (wink-wonk).
Reminds you to take your meds like clockwork (always with tea and water)
You’re his petalo (petal) and he loves you dearly.
Will wrap you up in the mountain of blankets and faux furs he has on his lush bed. He’s old, he feels the cold more than others. At least he has you to keep him warm.
Secondo hates when you’re hurt/hurting in any capacity.
Even if it's something minor, he’ll worry about it to the point where he loses sleep over it.
He’s a big, brooding mother hen.
The Emeritus curse of being a chronic worrier doesn’t stop at Primo.
This man wants you to be okay and it kills him when you’re not.
Will also go with you to the infirmary and stay with you.
The staff always find him a little intimidating, but they know he’s just worried sick. He’s kind to everyone, but honestly, he won't speak much unless spoken to.
“Are you alright, mio tesoro?” Is what he mainly asks, his voice so low it's close to a rumble.
Tries his best to make you feel relaxed.
Will make really, god-awful dad jokes that are so bad you do laugh.
He will quietly hold your hand the entire time, rubbing his bare fingers over our knuckles.
You rarely see him remove his gloves in public, but he HAS to be touching you. He insists.
He’s had enough knocks and breaks in his life to know how fragile the human body can be, but also how incredible it is at self-repair.
That doesn’t mean he views you as a fragile thing that needs to be wrapped in wool, but he loves you so deeply he would if you let him.
He admires your strength and resolve as you put up with being poked and prodded (by needles or with doctors.)
Once you’re released from care, good luck getting him to be anywhere less than within touching distance.
You’re getting a kiss. Lots of them. Mostly chaste and gentle.
You can tell it's because he worries about hurting you.
He relaxes a bit more when you kiss him HARD and bite at his bottom lip.
Will also help you bathe and shower. Again, touching distance. Just let him be near you for his own sanity.
Though he wouldn’t be upset if you need some space. He’s very understanding if you’re overstimulated.
Will linger outside the door in case you need anything.
Let him dry you off and dress you in comfortable clothes. He can see you that way.
He can see you’re still with him and that you’re safe.
He’ll touch you slowly, running his large hands over your skin.
Will spoon you once you’re in bed or let you curl into him.
He’ll bury his nose in your hair, breathe you in and say a wordless prayer to Lucifer that you recover quickly.
“Ti amo.” You hear him whisper as he presses a kiss to your forehead and strokes your hair.
Only falls asleep once he’s sure you have, holding you close the entire night.
Terzo. Oh, Terzo.
Emeritus curse of being a chronic worrier? Check. Turn it up to eleven.
Unlike Secondo, Terzo is open with his worries.
He’s a fair mix of his brothers, both gentle and occasionally stoic given the shape you’re in.
If it's something minor, he’ll try to play it off with a bit of humour like he tends to do. He’ll make bad jokes (oh ho, you thought Secondo’s were bad just wait for this.)
If it’s something you need an operation for, this man will be silently out of his mind. *insert any internally screaming gif here*
He takes pride in his appearance, but you’ll start to notice cracks—dishevelled hair, a button not done up or a smudge of his paint.
It would worry you more if he didn’t have Omega or one of his brothers to make sure he’s drinking and eating regularly.
Tries to hide his stress. Fails. Rinse and repeat.
He doesn’t want you to worry about him, you’re the one in pain, about to be put under and Lucifer… What's he going to do if something happens?
He loves you. Adores you. You’re his life.
He knows how much you hate being stuck in hospitals and it pains him to see you stressed. The last thing he wants to do is add to that, so he’ll play it cool.
When you go in he’s pacing the halls.
Rest assured, the healthcare of the Ministry has you in safe hands.
It puts Terzo at ease, but don't expect him to leave your side when everything is over. He will sit at your bedside, kiss your knuckles and stroke your hair.
Let him touch you. Just let him.
He’s been through so much heartache in his life.
Will kiss each of your fingers and whisper sweet words to you.
“You’ll be okay, vita mia. Cuore mio. I’m here. I’m with you.” (My life. My heart.)
Maybe he’ll hum some songs too.
You’re his everything.
Once you’re ready and well enough to leave, you’re getting pampered to hell and back. This man worships the ground you walk on.
Whatever you want it's not too much. A bath? A shower? Just to get into bed and fall asleep? Terzo’s right there with you.
Dinner in his massive, plush bed with your favourite movie.
When you’re ready to sleep he’ll plaster himself to you. He would crawl inside your skin if he could.
Fitful sleeper. Wakes up a few times just to make sure you’re ok.
Eventually sleeps soundly once you kiss his worries away.
Stroke his hair. He’s a sucker for that!
*Copia is not Nihil’s son in my verses/AUs unless explicitly stated.*
He’s learned bad habits from the Papas it seems.
Worrier. Yes, it's chronic. Seriously, are we sure this isn’t like the flu?
Paces a lot.
Good luck getting him to sit still.
If he's not pacing, he’s as close to you as physics will allow.
Lots of touching. Will rest his head by your hip if he’s tired from all that pacing.
Perfect opportunity to run your fingers through his hair.
He’ll hold your hands and kiss your knuckles.
All that stress tires him out.
“Mi dispiace, amore. Non sto aiutando,” he’ll whisper brokenly. (I'm sorry, amore. I'm not helping.)
You two probably end up curled up on the bed of the infirmary together if you have been waiting a while. A nap won't hurt.
You kiss slowly as you get comfortable, limbs tangled.
The angle is a bit awkward.
The sleep helps but he’s still going to be stressed when he wakes up.
Will get you anything you need. A drink or food, perhaps one of the really nice yogurts they do at the visitor's cantine.
Will ask the nurses and doctors SO many questions. He likes to be informed. Gets stressed if anything is unclear.
Maybe he should be in this infirmary bed and not you.
Prepare to be coddled once you’re discharged.
You’re both taking a long, hot bath or shower.
He wants to wash you down so he can see you and make sure you’re ok. Lots of tender kisses to your skin.
Ends up with you in his arms under the hot water just swaying together.
You’re wearing his clothes. No, not just because he likes how they look on you but because they’re baggy and won't irritate your skin *cough*. Sure Copia.
He’ll order your favourite food and you can watch a movie in his room together.
Will mother hen you, constantly ask if you need anything, and make sure your water glass is full.
He probably will cry. It’s just been so much.
You can cry together if you want. You both understand.
Also like clockwork when it comes to medication (if you’re taking any.)
Curls up in bed with you. You both sleep like the dead after such a long, stressful day.
Breakfast in bed when you wake up.
*Copia is not Nihil’s son in my verses/AUs unless explicitly stated.*
Copia might not be of the Emeritus blood, but unholy shit does the curse of being a chronic worrier catch like wildfire.
He’s Papa now he’s gotta be strong.
Will put on a brave face. But underneath he’s still the cardinal he was years back.
He’ll worry and fret and pace. There's no changing some things.
While he’s outwardly less anxious, this poor man has so much weighing on his shoulders after he took over to front the band.
Inwardly it's chaos.
His hair is never quite as smoothed back as it normally is and his paint is a touch worn.
There are some things you can't change about a man. Not really.
Prepare to be coddled, again. The mother hen has never left the coop.
He’s going to pamper you when he gets you back to his room. Of course, you’re staying with him, he’s not letting you go.
So. Many. Kisses.
This man loves kissing you. He adores you so.
A bath in his spacious tub is just what the doctor ordered. You lay against him and relax in the dim with only the light of candles.
Finally lets himself cry.
You shush him, kiss him and remind him that you love him and that you’re ok.
He loves you so much he can't even express it. The thought of losing you kills him.
He tries to push your hands away when you take a cloth to his paint. You’re the one who's been hurt and poked at all day, he’s supposed to be caring for you!
Eventually relents because you both know you need this.
More kisses and mutual washing. You love seeing how his skin pinkens across his cheek, arms and back. It brings out the pretty freckles all over his body.
When you both get into bed, tangled up again, Copia will whisper how much he loves you until he’s too tired to talk anymore.
You both sleep like the dead.
masterlist ⛧ Ao3
#ghost#the band ghost#papa emeritus i#primo#papa emeritus i x reader#primo x reader#papa emeritus ii x reader#papa emeritus ii#secondo#secondo x reader#papa emeritus iii#terzo#papa emeritus iii x reader#terzo x reader#cardinal copia#papa emeritus iv#cardinal copia x reader#papa emeritus iv x reader#gender neutral reader
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Obedience and Punishment
Warning: This smut is intended for AMAB readers, this smut also contains Rough sex, Degrading, Cock warming, Breeding kink Miguel and a few other kinks I don't even know the name of but I'm sure its in there so BE ADVISED!!
Word Count 2.7k words
Another Dom!Miguel x sub!Male reader cus why not lol
During an intense chase for Miles Morales, You and the rest of the spider people chase after him. Miguel sends out orders to catch him by any means and by all costs. You lurk by the shadows and follow him, Miles thinks he's alone therefore he lets his guard down. it was easy pouncing on him and pinning him down. Miles looks frightened and stressed. Taking pity at the poor kid you decide to let him go. after all, he was just a teenager wanting to save his dad from dying. you also lost someone close when you were around his age and it took a long time to process that; let alone recover from it. wanting not to let the young boy be burdened of letting his dad die you chose to give him another chance.
When Miguel finds out what you did he was pissed. not in a way that he broods and puts his hands on his hips while he stays in his empty office. He was beyond angry, he was throwing shit around and yelling on the top of his lung. "GET ME (y/n), NOW!" He yells an order at the spider people, the tension in the room worsening as you enter his office. "Miguel? what's this? you're throwing a temper tantrum now?" Miguel stops dead in his tracks and slowly turns his head at you. "everyone out now." Miguel says in a cold and stern tone while the rest of the spider people leave immediately. "What is it now Miguel?" You say in an unamused and deadpanned manner while crossing your arms. "you let Miles Morales go didn't you?" Miguel's eyes were bloodshot and his veins were at the verge of popping.
His voice was deep and intimidating yet controlled and calm. the way he speaks slowly approaches you in a calm manner makes your skin crawl as his talons slowly flex while awaiting your answer. "He was just a kid Miguel he-" Miguel cuts you off mid sentence as he violently lunges at you and slams you to the ground, his weight crushing your whole body, the mass of his very muscle directly pressing directly against your tiny frame. "Don't be mad at me Miguel! Miles is just a kid!" Miguel growls and slams you again with such force it felt like a whole ton was dropped on you. making you wince in pain "agh!" You let out a heavy grunt as Miguel's arm slowly crushes your chest.
"Don't you dare tell me what to do," Miguel snarls, his eyes practically glowing with unbridled rage. "Miles is an anomaly, and he deserves to be contained. And you, you're just as bad for aiding in his escape."
He looms over you, his breath hot and heavy against your face. You can practically feel the heat emanating from his body.
"I won't let you go and risk him escaping again," he says, grabbing hold of your wrists and pinning them above your head. "Maybe if you had been loyal to me instead of helping an anomaly, we could have avoided this." Miguel's talons dig into your bare skin. it was painful but he didn't care, he only wanted to punish you hard enough you wont even think twice when he asks you to do something.
"Miles is just a kid Miguel! for fuck's sake give him a break! knowing that he's not even supposed to be a spider man and his dad might die is enough punishment for him!" You defend Miles Morales with all your strength, your hand gripping Miguel's strong and firm arms trying to prevent him from squishing you completely. "Shut your damn mouth." Miguel spat bitterly, he ties your hands up and shoots a spider web at your mouth silencing you and muffling your tiny voice. You squirm and struggle but Miguel's organic silk is too strong. Miguel chuckles as he gets up and watches you shift on the floor like a bug that's been tipped on its back. "Traitors need to be taught a lesson" Miguel's lips curl into a devious grin, he stares you down; his towering stature making you look like a speck of dust against him. As Miguel eyes your body down his eyes widen and he places a finger on his chin as if an idea popped into his head. Miguel grabs you by your waist effortlessly and places you down by this desk, your chest pressed against the wooden table; your lower body exposed while your legs and arms are bound. Miguel smacks your ass which induces a muffled moan from you, Miguel watches as your plump ass jiggles in front of him. He grabs a handful of your ass, his talons ripping apart your suit revealing your bare ass to him.
A smirk tugged at his face as he sees your rear in front of him, his eyes that was once fueled with rage now turned into one that resembles lust and desire. You try to kick him off but your efforts were futile as he dodges it with ease. he grabs your legs and spreads them. your entrance reveals itself as he forces your legs wide open. "You're quite the fighter," he said, his voice low and menacing. "But you're no match for me." Miguel's chuckle echoes through the room, deep and husky just enough to send shivers down your spine. He grabs your waist and turns you on your back. he removes the webs on your feet with ease and puts your thighs on his shoulders. "But you know what?" he murmured, his voice almost intimate. "I like a challenge." He places soft kisses against your thigh, his fangs grazing against your skin. His sharp canines threatening to pierce and cut your skin. Miguel's hands roams your sensitive body, feeling every curve and slopes of your smooth skin; Miguel suddenly presses his knee against your ass and balls making you squirm and making your cock twitch "mmmph! mm!" you say muffled with the spiderweb still on you mouth. You stare daggers at Miguel but that didn't stop him, he wanted to go even further
Miguel chuckled darkly as he felt you squirming beneath him, his body pressing even harder against yours.
"Your body betrays you," he murmured, his hands roaming even lower. "You might be fighting me now, but your cock is already hard and ready for me."
He dug his knee even harder into your backside, making you squirm even more. He loved the feeling of power it gave him, knowing that he had you completely at his mercy.
"But don't worry," he continued, his lips ghosting over your ear once again. "I'll take care of you. I'll make you feel things you can't even imagine. I'll teach you a lesson you will never forget." Miguel leans dangerously close against your neck, his fangs protruded and visible; He opens his mouth as if to bite you, you squirm and shake in fear as you watch his fangs prick your skin but instead he licks your neck, tasting your supple skin. The sensation of his warm tongue on your neck makes you tremble in relief. Miguel murmurs against your flushed complexion, "all you need to know is that I'm in charge. And I'm not going to let anyone threaten the safety of this multiverse."
He pulls away from you, admiring the sight of your beaten and half-naked body. "You look so good like this," he says, his eyes dark with desire. "All helpless and at my mercy."
Without another word Miguel leans in to kiss you, the warm exchange of his tongue brushing against yours makes you moan in pleasure. As he grinds his hips against yours, you can feel the hard length of his bulge pressing against your own. He's big, much bigger than any man you've ever been with, and you can't help but feel both excited and scared at the same time. "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, his lips just inches away from yours. "You like feeling my cock pressed against yours, like this" He presses his cock harder against yours, his shaft squishing your balls; this sudden sensation makes you groan and squirm instantaneously.
He presses even harder against you, his body pinning you to the desk as he grinds his hips against yours. You can feel the emanating heat and hardness of his cock, and it's driving you mad with desire.
"Now, submit to me," he orders, his voice low and dangerous. "And maybe, just maybe, I'll spare you." You can feel your tense body start to slowly relax. You look into Miguel's eyes that looks like a furnace fueled by his desire to ravage you and swallow you whole. With that you nod slowly while breathing heavily through your nose.
Miguel smirks as he watches your body react to his touch, your cock hardening beneath the torn fabric of your suit.
"Good," he murmurs, his lips just inches away from yours.
With a flick of his wrist, he breaks the webbing holding your wrists up, allowing you to move your hands freely. He guides one of your hands down to his hard cock, urging you to touch him.
"Feel how hard I am?" he growls, his eyes locked with yours. "Feel how much I need you?"
He reaches down, teasing your cock through the fabric of your suit as he continues to grind his hips against you. "Now show me what you can do." your hands graze against his firm dick, Miguel's warm and veiny cock throbs against the palm of your hand. You move lower touching the tip covered by his foreskin, You slowly peel it back and reveal the slit of his member dripping with precum.
Miguel groans as he feels your hands wrap around his cock, his body shuddering with pleasure as you explore every inch of his erection. When your fingers finally reach his tip, he can't help but let out a low growl of desire.
As you peel back his foreskin, he hisses as the cool air hits the head of his cock, causing it to throb with anticipation. The sight of his precum dribbling down your fingers only serves to heighten his desire for you.
"Fuck," he murmurs, his hips bucking against your hand. "Don't tease me like that."
He takes your hand and guides it back to his cock, urging you to stroke him harder and faster. "That's it," he murmurs. "Just like that. Make me feel good." Miguel snarls while leaning his head back, He sighs and groans as you stroke it faster; you can feel his legs tense up knowing he's close to the edge, you abruptly stop deciding to play with him.
Miguel's eyes glint with anger as he feels you stop pumping his dick, his entire body tensing with frustration.
"Don't fucking test me," he growls, his hands grasping your shoulders tightly. "You don't want to know what happens when you make me angry."
He grabs a handful of your hair and tugs your head backward, his hips grinding against your hand. His hands roam your body, exploring every inch of your flesh.
"You're mine," he murmurs, his lips just inches away from your ear. "You always have been, and you always will be."
With a flick of his wrist, he tears your suit further, exposing even more of your bare skin. "And now, I'm going to take what's mine."
Miguel violently tears off the webbing from your mouth, but before you can speak his tongue invades your mouth. now your mouth is completely filled with his, the heated exchange felt like forever; your head started to feel hazy while Miguel kept constant pressure on your lips making sure you wont escape his grasp. finally, he pulls away a string of saliva connecting your lips to his. The room just got plenty hotter, you catch your breathe while wiping away the rope of saliva hanging from your lips. As if you just ran a marathon, your breathing became labored Miguel laughs in satisfaction, "that was just a kiss and you already look worked up" His eyes glued at your swollen lips and exposed body. "Prepare yourself boy, I wasn't even starting yet" Without wasting a second he presents his pulsating cock before you, urging you to start doing your job. "now... where were we?" Finally, you take him inside your warm mouth; your tongue swirls around his tip making him groan in pleasure, he grabs your head and plays with your hair as you suck him off.
Miguel's eyes roll back in pleasure as you take him into your mouth, your tongue exploring every inch of his aching shaft. He leans back against the desk, his hands gripping your hair tightly as you bring him closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck," he groans, his hips bucking against your face as you feast on him. "You really know how to work me."
He moans again as you stroke his base, eliciting even more precum to spill from his cock. "More," he murmurs. "I need more."
With a low growl, he grips your head tightly, forcing you to take more of him into your mouth. "That's it," he hisses. "More." You continue to take him inside your mouth. every inch of his girth occupying your throat; his length pressing against your tongue, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat and his balls pressing against your chin.
He leans in, his lips just inches away from yours as he towers over you. "You think you're so strong," he hisses. "But you're nothing compared to me."
With that, he grabs you roughly, pulling you up from the floor as he presses his body against yours. His hands roam your body, exploring every inch of your flesh as he asserts his dominance over you. "And now," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "You're going to submit to me, whether you like it or not." He moves his hands lower, teasing your crotch through the torn fabric of your suit. "And I can feel how much you want me," he growls. "Don't even try to deny it."
With one swift motion he inserts his finger inside you soft anal walls, his long and rough fingers stretching you out one by one. with every digit making you more and more loose for him; he then slowly inserts his tip inside you; starting slow at first, with caution and care but shortly after that you can see his lips turn into a malicious grin as he rams his whole length inside with wild abandon. he leans down, trailing hot, wet kisses along your neck and chest as he prepares to take you to a level you have never been before. Taking the opportunity, Miguel sees you in a cock drunk state with that in mind he sees that as a chance to start establishing a rhythm. He moves faster and faster, his hips slamming into yours with a power that leaves you gasping. "And you're going to come for me," he hisses. "You're going to come so hard, you won't even know your own name." Miguel focuses his attention to your hard and dripping cock, he slowly starts to stroke it with the same pace as his thrusting. Your body quivers and shakes with pleasure as Miguel over stimulates you; without another second you start to feel something erupting from your core. "yeah... that's it lose control" Miguel continues to pound your poor and beaten up rear, his thrusts now getting sloppier but rougher making sure to reach the deepest part of your sensitive spots.
"Miguel ah-" you try to formulate words but before doing so you finally reach your peak and orgasm. Your whole body quickly tenses up along with your soft anal walls squeezing down on Miguel's dick; you tilt your head back and let out the most ear splitting moan. "Mmm... that's it fuck-" With one final thrust Miguel buries his dick inside you as deep and as far as possible making sure your guts would be painted in his thick white-hot cream. Miguel doesn't pull out just yet, he leaves his cock inside you to make sure your guts remember him the next time you decide to be disloyal to your leader. "look at you, already on the brink of passing out" Miguel grabs your throat and starts to slowly thrust again, the seed in your gut slowly spilling out as his huge dick pushes everything out. "We're not done just yet" Miguel's deep and husky voice resonating fear and anticipation within your heart as he positions your legs above your head and starts to pound and blow the living shit out of your ass. You know this wont be the last time he treats you like this, his hard and rough touches scorches your mind as he fucks you deep into the night without any signs of stopping.
#miguel o’hara x male reader#miguel o’hara x reader#male reader smut#miguel o'hara#bottom male reader#spiderman 2099
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How would the ROs take care of a drunk MC?
Cassandra: Scolds you the whole time she is dragging you home and tucking you into bed. Gives you water and gives you a lecture while she checks your temperature, keeps you awake out of fear you will blackout. The next day she talks extra loud and keeps all of the windows wide open to let the sunlight in, your hangover will not be pleasant lol. She might be upset you got drunk but takes care of you all the same.
Valeria: Makes an idiot out of you by asking you non-stop embarrassing questions in front of her brothers. Encourages you to act a fool, albeit safely, so that she can make fun of you the next day. That is your punishment for overindulging. She will sweetly take care of you during your hangover, making you her mom's hangover cure that she tends to have to make for her brothers every now and then. Still making fun of you however.
Tomás: If you got drunk with him there with you he is okay with it, sweetly guides you home and plays along with your drunk antics. Tucks you into bed and gets you munchies if you're hungry.
If you got drunk without him being with you is a whole other story. He will be very upset with you, getting drunk is dangerous already because you're not in your right mind; but it is even more dangerous when you don't have someone you trust to take care of you nearby. What if someone took advantage of you? What if you made a drunk mistake and cheated while intoxicated? All of the worst scenarios run through his head, he drags you home and leaves you to sorta take care of yourself while he broods. He will step in if you're trying to do something possibly dangerous but he won't actively take care of you. Gives you the cold shoulder during your hangover too, expect no affection until you apologize and promise not to do that again. He would happily take care of you while you're drunk if he was with you.
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Ludovica: Is adorably confused on what to do. She has unfortunately seen her fair share of drunks in her life, her late husband would get drunk often and abuse her. She would try to hide when he drank and hope he would die by choking on something or by falling down the stairs while drunk. She obviously does not want any of that to happen with you, she will hover nearby with outstretched hands ready to steady you. She keeps you away from any stairs or sharp objects, makes sure you only eat soft foods and constantly asks you if your okay. She has no clue how to handle you, asks her maids for help as well; you're basically treated like a toddler when your drunk in her villa. The next day she dotes on you in your hangover pain, gets you anything you want and speaks in a hushed voice. She does politely ask you not to do this often, she worries about you.
Aurelio: To be honest, if you're drinking; he is probably also drunk too. His people already know how to manage him when he is intoxicated, that same extent of care is also extended to you. The next day when your both hungover you guys get to try and piece together what the hell happened yesterday.
Elio: Observes your drunk behavior like he is watching a wild animal and documents it thoroughly. He occasionally asks you questions on how you are feeling and why you're doing what you're currently doing. Makes snarky comments like,
"And so they take a banana from the bowl and observes it hungrily, they try to peel it but their hand-eye coordination is suboptimal due to their state of inebriation."
"They eye me in annoyance of my vocal commentary of their intoxicated antics, although they probably should have thought of that before he drank that whole bottle of wine in one sitting."
"Oh how interesting, they fail to peel the banana; so they proceed to say, and I quote 'fuck it' and proceed to bite the banana. Skin and all. How peculiar."
The day after he does fetch you whatever you ask him for, he feels bad that you don't feel too good. Tells you to maybe watch how much you drink next time. He does sort of cutely use his notes from the last time you got drunk to better help you. Memorizes what make you feel better when you hungover and prepares them in advance for the inevitable next day sickness.
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I have a VERY vague memory of a friend saying something along the lines of "what if there was a version of The Ride with Pack 10 hosts"
And I got quite a bit intrigued with that idea
EVERYONE'S RE-RIDE DESCRIPTIONS BELOW (please keep in mind this is from someone who has barely experienced The Ride herself)
🌊TOURNAMENT MISTRESS🌊
- Adopted a more human form to 'fit in' with her Re-Ride pals. She CAN change back to the dragon (I HC that she's the dragon) form, but why bother. Also insists the gang calls her Mistress to simplify things
- A very intense hype host who does not know how to really insult you if you got stuff wrong. more so an awkward "oh uh nice try 😅"
- Generally doesn't bicker with the others and just stands in the backdrop waiting to either cancel it out or move on to another question
- whatever their version of The Bottom is? She just hides in a closet instead. No real way to restrain her or stop her from turning back to the dragon (to their knowledge!) to fly back up so she just. CLOSET.
⚡️FIXYTEXT HOSTESS⚡️
- Goes by Lexi (like lexicon? fancy speak for the alphabet?) and just figured a more 'brooding, steampunk look' would fit her well for the Re-Ride
- Definition of >:3. She can and will play up everything that she can to a painful level of ridiculousness (eg. "IF YOU GET THIS WRONG I'M GONNA DIE")
- Starts fights like it's nothing, and takes even MORE joy in kicking anyone's butt that she can find to The Bottom (at appropriate times). The most out of EVERYONE (the order goes her, Jerri, 'Ductor', Mistress and MM)
- Also enjoys fucking with questions BUT just by mispronouncing stuff. You got icicle up there? Eye-sick-lee. Or bread? Bear-e-add. SHE LOVES THE CHAOS
☁️MM☁️
- To quote him, not quite exactly: "It's not my show so I'm not being open". Hence how he actually ONLY has his eyes out? Visible? You- You know? Also couldn't care less about what you call him as long as he can TELL it's him being referred to
- He's the definition of the phrase "Too (trait)". Specifically too formal. He takes everything a little too calmly for his own good and it scares the others (eg. "Hm. She won't be back up for... a while. Let's move on.")
- Probably has some kind of question where he accidentally passes out (PLEASE JUST SLEEP) and the players would need to guess what he was on about beforehand
- Has tried to butt into floors with topics he's interested in quite a lot, fortunately he's both very light and sworn off of his hypnotism antics for everyone's sake
☄️JERRI☄️
- Didn't change her look majorly, but there's a few tweaks. She also thought her side ponytail was an original thing until Mistress and Lexi showed up. she was pissed.
- Will openly laugh at wrong answers. Sure 'Ductor' will, sure Lexi will as well, but Jerri just BELLY laughs. This isn't Timejinx, she doesn't know you, she can be an ✨asshole✨
- Accidental argument fuel. She'll just respond in the strangest ways imaginable to the most obvious things and let that shit fly
- Basically the Re-Ride mechanic as well, when she doesn't host stuff she's basically just making sure you don't fall to a horrific and painful end
🌪️DODO RE MI HOST🌪️
- Goes by 'Ductor' and nobody but MM really cares. I say this because MM only calls him Conductor (GET IT. HA. I'M DESPERATE) and it really gets on his nerves
- Would probably pretend right answers are wrong and vice versa and be the rude fellow he is pretty naturally
- Actually pretty good at mimicking birds and the other Re-Ride's voices, has eagle screeched at the others too many times to count
- Mr. "Most likely to have a censored bout of cursing". Also kind of gets the Buzz treatment (constantly tossed aside) but Ductor? DUCTOR FUCKING FIGHTS BACK. The gang are trying to work on letting him do more stuff
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ok i am gonna share that nightmare i had yesterday actually. tw for a variety of topics including cults, attempted murder of a young child, kind of barely an age gap relationship between a younger child and a teenager, gun violence, listen it was crazy i have no idea what my sleeping brain was cooking. i should not have to say this about a nightmare i had while unconscious but to be clear i don't ENDORSE any of these topics IRL or some bullshit like that
also this nightmare involved pokemon horizons characters for some reason so if you watch the pokemon anime and don't want to hear about hypothetical nightmare scenarios of very AU things happening to them i would also avoid
so i'm setting the stage here. as far as i can tell i was just normal me in this dream (notable because i am usually Not "just me" in my dreams) but i was a teenager again instead of a 24 year old. i was living in a large multi-story house with the main cast of pokemon horizons (everyone on the brave asagi), and like a few other people not from horizons but they don't really matter. the dream timeskipped through a lot of years of me living there, like i had been there for a while.
despite me saying the cast of horizons was there my brain was very pick and choosey with what actual character traits or recognizable features remained of these characters other than their names/general appearances. importantly liko was a good bit younger than her anime appearance, not sure of her exact age but like, elementary school. she was Extremely chronically ill with some sort of undefined illness my brain made up, i guess. she lived in the basement of the house and was totally bedridden Most of the time, as to survive she had to constantly be hooked up to a somewhat bulky machine. she could be off of it for very brief periods but to get around anywhere, that machine had to come with her. she was generally way more timid and also way more woozy and relied on everyone for care.
^ like imagine her but even smaller and very sickly constantly. if you have never watched pokemon horizons lol
^ the main other person i interacted with was amethio who was probably the most recognizable - similar personality, though it was probably what i'd imagine him to be like after a hypothetical redemption arc, still irritable and brooding but like, he has a soft side. me and him were around the same age here (14?) and we were the main two watching after liko. he was like?? in love with liko??? my brain really never acknowledged the age gap here it was just normal and no one thought anything of it. that being said that's not something he expressed directly to her and they weren't in a relationship
anyway so the major thing here is that this household was pretty much a small cult. isolated from the outside world, general actual cult shit, but also we had some sort of belief we were all indoctrinated into by the higher up adults that liko had to Die at a specific time and date, i don't remember if it was for sacrificial reasons or if a reason was even provided in the dream at all, but tldr me and amethio were expected to unplug her life support stuff without her knowing and let her die with the assumption that she would be too woozy or confused to do anything about it herself. after a lot of implied bonding with her i was expected to pretty much murder a child. suffice to say this was horrifying
we actually did the deed and like halfway through watching liko's energy fade i started thinking like. wait. why am i doing this. i know that liko is supposed to die, but is she really? am i really doing the right thing? watching her die is awful. i've cared for her so much for years and i don't want her to die. so in the middle of all of this i take amethio aside (he was off in another room because he didn't want to watch liko suffer, i was taking the role of making sure it happened) and i'm like. amethio why are we doing this. you love her right. you love liko so you don't want her to die. i don't want to kill her. and he's like. Fuck you're right this is insane i don't care about the past however many years i cannot let liko die. so we agree to plug her life support stuff back in and confront the rest of the house
after ensuring liko was hooked back up and starting to recover, i made my way upstairs to confront the adults in the house while amethio worked on getting her out of there safely, and like. holy shit.
NEVER THOUGHT I'D HAVE ANY SORT OF DREAM/NIGHTMARE WHERE FRIEDE FROM POKEMON HORIZONS TRIES TO LITERALLY KILL ME, but i GUESS this is the life i'm leading now. i was like dude why are we killing liko you can't just make me kill a child i'm sorry and his positive demeanor quickly turned sour and the rest of the dream devolved into a blur of confusing violence, one because i was being chased after multiple fully grown adults in the body of a teenager, both by violent pokemon and like, literal guns, i was being shot at, and also because from here on out the dream started heavily deteriorating, like it became more weird and less linear and stuff that didn't make sense was happening. i never knew what ended up happening to amethio and liko because in a particularly close bout of violence i suddenly woke up sweating/shaking/heart pounding. and then after i caught my breath and realized i was awake i was just like. HELLO???????? WHAT THE FUCK?????
idk the last time i had a dream this vivid much less one this off the walls. i keep thinking about it cause like, due to Reasons if i'm dreaming about liko, especially as someone in such a vulnerable and awful position, that probably means something/pertains to my personal real life trauma, like the general aura of this dream read as a ptsd nightmare to me, but fuck if i'm gonna be able to parse all that today i have no idea what the fuck any of this means. i'm just losing my shit. especially because i went back to sleep afterwards and had another dream about pokemon horizons characters but it was literally just cute shit where i was liko and in a relationship with dot high school AU style and we were hanging out after class. like the complete tonal whiplash is so fucking funny. why on earth did my brain make the most wildly contrasting pokemon fanfictions of all time while i was asleep. helpppp
#kiki was here#kiki.txt#I HOPE SOMEONE FINDS THIS INTERESTING#AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS DREAMS ARE JUST SUPER INTERESTING?? ANYWAY
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I finished watching Lockwood & Co.!! Alrighty, time for some random thoughts:
I take back my initial impression of Cameron Chapman. The teaser and the trailer didn't do him justice. He seemed stiff and unemotive there. But even in the first episode, he clearly has the range to portray Lockwood. See, I think the producers could have gone the easy way out and made Lockwood a Typical Brooding YA Hero, but they didn't. And it's so nice to see Lockwood's subtle shifts from infamy-obsessed, to caring employer, to slapdash planner, to I'm-kinda-besotted-with-Lucy, to suicidal, to 100-gigawatt smile. Like, they did that. They really did that.
I really really liked Lucy's extended backstory. Yes, they took out her five (or was it six?) sisters, but we got Norrie instead, and I quite liked the bond she and Lucy formed. I'm glad that she didn't outright die with the others, giving Lucy the opportunity to share her thoughts out loud when she's recording messages for Norrie.
I wasn't sure how I was gonna feel about George Karim, given that George Cubbins is such an iconic character. But I greatly warmed up to Ali's deadpan delivery of his lines. Also, that bit of backstory, "My parents had 4 children: engineer, engineer, engineer.... weirdo." That's what got me. I love him, lol.
Sooo, this might seem weird coming from a Locklyle shipper, but Locklyle was a bit too strong for me. One of the things I really liked about the series was that I was second-guessing myself whether there would even be any romance at all, and it wasn't until the end of Hollow Boy that I felt that possibility. I get that they're speeding things along, but I really appreciated Lucy's obtuseness when it came to romance in the books.
Ironically, I actually liked the way George K. and Flo warmed up to each other early. It was a sweet touch, especially considering how they both can be such grouches
Speaking of Flo, ngl I wasn't too taken in with her character in the books. She was simultaneously entertaining and irritating for me, but she never really went beyond the surface. So I really liked Hayley's more sympathetic portrayal of her. I don't know... she just felt more... human, I guess?
Inspector Barnes seems more strict and serious here in the show. I remember him being quite gruff in the books, in a kinda comical way. But I understand why they needed someone to really apply some pressure.
Are they trying to shoehorn a Lucy/Kipps romance???!!!! Please, no!!!
So... Skully... I wish they'd retained his sassier, snarkier personality from the books, but I can understand why they wanted to make him more serious and spooky.
It might just be me binge-watching the entire series, but nearing the end of episode 6, I felt like the pacing started to go off the rails. That said, The Whispering Skull is my least reread book of the series, so maybe I just have to refresh my memory. Like, I really loved the plot twist about George not wearing his glasses when looking into the mirror, and they changed that here.
Also it might just be that Lucy's crisp, strong voice really carried through the quieter moments in the books. We don't get to hear all her snarky thoughts, so maybe that's why I was feeling off about some scenes.
Left-handed Kate Godwin!!
Oh boy, I can't believe Golden Blade brought a gun to a rapier fight.
Okay I think that's the extent of my thoughts for now. Time to dive into the tags!!!!
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Even though I'm aware that Alicent knows that Babey's babies are true-born and all that, I still want her to try and check their hair out of habit, ya get me? Like, Alicent would know that the kid's are Daemon's but she would still feel the urge to check because it's a) habitual at this point and she's used to tormenting women who have recently given birth and b) she's aware that their Daemon's but she's still holding onto an irrational hope that they'll have brown hair due to their miniscule Arryn blood and she can claim bastardy, because at this point Babey has a male heir and Alicent's left grasping at straws.
Babey nesting and worrying if her kid's would like her preparations for them is soooooooooo cute but also comedy-gold; like, dude, they don't know WTF is going on, all they care about is your tit-milk (well, Daemon cares about that too, lets be honest).
Will Babey feed her kids herself or get a wet-nursee? (Haha, wet. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))Babey is so sweet herself and I enjoyed the icky-vibes when Daemon mentioned he remembered how she looked as a new-born. Gosh darn, Aelys was a grumpy kid; my infant in fanfic, you've been born a princess, appreciate your privilege? Rich people, amirite? lol, jk,jk. Daemon is gonna be his daughter's slave I can already tell. 1000% obsessed. And Rhaenar is the quintessential mummy's-boy; nothing could convince me otherwise. Like Babey is going to dote on that kid. The first time he gets an injury in the training yard she will be HYSTERICAL and she'll kiss his boo-boo and everything.
Thanks for the new chapter!!!!
Aaaaaah, thank you so much! I’m so glad you liked!
For reasons, Alicent isn’t going to be seeing any of the babies Babey and Daemon have until we get to around Episode 8 timeline or equivalent (which I’ve ACTUALLY figured out is still about 9 years between Episodes 7 and 8, no idea where I got 5-6 years from; plenty of time for that brood to multiply hehe 😉). Mostly being that, without a GOOD few years for that burning rage to simmer down to a healthy resentment, Daemon would just kill her on sight, lol. But there will be no worries on the legitimacy front, haha - I imagine a collection of platinum-haired snotrags with Daemon’s nose or chin or sneer or penchant for saying “cunt!” just milling about, making it abundantly clear that there can only be one daddy in the mix, you know? Alicent will take one look at ‘em and be like “damn, they Daemon’s, alright!”
And yes, Babey being all nest-y was adorable, but the tit-milk is all that’s on those three’s mind right about now (I’m totally including Daemon in that, horny bastard). I’m thinking there might be a wet nurse hired to make sure the babies are getting enough milk, but Babey’s going to want to do the brunt of it, I believe! Aelys is opening THIS chapter as a grumpy-bum too, she has ‘tude and she does not give a fuck. Rhaenar is a sweet boi. And it is VERY tempting to go full-on Daddy’s Girl, Mummy’s Boy with them, but I am going to do my level best to balance it out as much as I can - they’re both their kids, you know? And I think there’s reasons for them to form a unique bond with each. But I’ll ABSOLUTELY be leaning into the Daemon-and-Aelys-Chaos-Twins-TM thing at intervals, because the idea of a toddler princess just wreaking havoc while the Rogue Prince strolls on by like “terribly sorry, we’re working on changing that behaviour with her lol” is TOO FUNNY to resist! Babey is going to be suuuuuper anxious as a mummy, lol - Daemon’s idea of teaching is drop ‘em in the water, they’ll either float or die.
Thank you so much for reading the latest chap!
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Musketeers Don't Die Easily (Athos)
Summary: They had to make it believable and that involved not having you in on the plan.
Warnings: Series-appropriate violence, mentions of blood, minor spoilers for season one finally, angst with a fluffy ending
Word Count: 1.3k
AN: Finally, a piece for Athos, took me long enough! Feedback is always appreciated! Can also be read on AO3
《 m.list || ao3 》
The four of you walked through the corridor back towards the Garrison. Athos always insisted that you never left the Garrison without a musketeer escort. You both knew that you could take care of yourself, he had made sure of that, but that could never fully quell his worries about something happening to you. You couldn’t help but find it enduring. The two of you had known each other since he first moved to Paris, quickly developing a friendship much to his dismay, wanting to be left alone to brood in peace, something you would have none of. The truth was you loved the tall sandy blonde, but that was a secret (a poorly hidden one if you were to ask Aramis and Porthos) that you would take to your grave.
You watched as Porthos joked around, glancing at the smirk that fell onto Athos’ lips. As his eyes met yours you quickly looked away, praying the blood to leave your cheeks.
“Athos!” You turned around to find D’Artagnan shouting down the corridor. To your knowledge, the 4 of you handed heard anything from the brunette in a few days. You looked towards the young recruit before looking back up at Athos.
“What do you want?” Athos pushed past you slightly, so you were just behind him. You watched as Porthos, and Aramis moved in closer to you both. You couldn’t help the confused look on your face.
“An apology for the way you've treated me.” D’Artagnan spat.
“What’s going on…?” Your whispers were directed at Athos, but he seemed unfazed, almost ignoring your words.
“Or what?” Athos retorted. You reached out to touch his arm as fear began to find its way into your chest.
“Or... we'll settle this like gentlemen.” D’Artagnan drew closer, removing his glove before slapping Athos across the face with it. You let out an audible gasp and felt Aramis move you farther behind the three of them. Athos pushed the younger musketeer.
“Hey!” Porthos grabbed D’Artagnan pulling him away, “that's enough!”
“I know what you did to your wife, Athos. I know your true character. You disgust me! You'll hear from my seconds!” You watched in confusion as the three men seemed pinned against the other. You wanted to speak but your voice was gone, fear slowly taking over your form.
You watched as Athos began moving closer, closing the gap between him and D’Artagnan before being paused by Aramis, “This must be done properly, according to the rules!”
“Damn the rules.” You watched in what felt like slow motion as Athos removed his pistol from its holster and aimed it at the younger brunette. You wanted to jump and stop him, but you felt yourself being pulled away by Aramis.
“D'Artagnan!” Porthos yelled out in a warning before Athos fired his shot obliterating a small barrel that was close to where D’Artagnan was standing. Aramis quickly moved you behind a pillar protecting you from any future fire.
This can’t be happening… Your thoughts were going a mile a minute. What were they thinking? What had happened in these past few days to spur such anger from the two men? A second shot was fired, and your mind went blank you looked around the pillar to find Porthos and Aramis kneeling over Athos.
The two began to stand and you saw their hands and Athos’ chest covered in a vibrant and thick burgundy. “He's dead!” Porthos cried out. It was at those words that you could feel your soul leave your body. He couldn’t be dead, you refused to believe it Athos could not be … dead. You attempted to get closer to Athos only to be stopped by Porthos, he removed his blood-soaked gloves before pulling you away. “You don’t need to see this Y/N…” His face was sorrowful.
“Let me see him...” You tried your best to push past the larger man, but he refused to budge. In the distance, you could hear Aramis yelling out to a fleeing D’Artagnan. You felt as though your heart was cut from your chest.
The two men had to practically drag you back to the Garrison, you were kicking and screaming trying to fight your way back to Athos. Once the gates were closed you were let go. You turned to face Porthos with fire in your eyes. “How dare you just leave him! We could have saved him! He might still be alive!” You began to pound on the larger man’s chest. He watched as the fire within you began to succumb to your tears. You were beginning to shake, legs becoming weak.
Porthos could barely look at you. He knew very well the feelings you had for Athos, and he hated the part that you had to play in all of this. After about half an hour of sobbing numbness began to take over your form. It was then that Aramis finally spoke “Why don’t you get some rest?” His voice was reluctant, and he also refused to look at you. With shaking breaths, you gathered yourself and made your way to your room within the walls of the Garrison.
You took no time to observe the surroundings of your room, only capable of taking a few steps to get to the foot of your bed before allowing your legs to give out. You sat on the floor feeling your eyes sting once more with tears.
It was then that a deep voice came from the corner of the room. “Has anyone ever told you that you are far too lovely to cry?” You gasped looking up in its direction. You hadn’t noticed the figure seated in the chair near the corner of your quarters. The figure stood and began walking towards you, as he breached the shadows you saw that familiar sandy blonde hair and smirk that you had firmly believed was lost forever only moments ago. His clothes were different, more relaxed, and no longer covered in crimson. He towered over you, offering his hand to pull you up off the ground. You reached out your shaking hand, scared of the tricks you were sure your mind was playing on you.
You felt warmth in the palm of your hand before you were pulled up gently. You looked up only to be met by beautiful pools of blue. You pulled him into a tight hug absorbing his warmth. “I… I thought you were dead…”
He returned your affection, holding you up in fear that your legs may give out. “For the purposes of the plan I am.”
You looked up at him in confusion, “plan?”
His gaze moved away from your own for a moment before returning. “Milady de Winter wanted me dead. We had to make her believe that I was dead. I didn’t want you to have any part in this, but you became part of her believing it. I’m sorry.”
You took a small step back letting go of his hands, “I was just a part of the plan…? Collateral damage to make it believable?” There was anger in your voice, but you couldn’t help the tears that spilled onto your cheeks. “You bastard…” You weakly hit the taller man’s chest.
“You have every right to be mad at me. But this was the best way to ensure your safety. Y/N, I don’t know what I would do if something happened to the person I love.” You felt his fingers caress your chin lifting your head so you could look at him.
“Person you love...?”
“Yes, love. I tried to avoid it, fearing that I would put you in danger and in being honest you deserve a much better man. But yes, I love you.” He moved his hands to your checks running his thumbs over your tear-stained cheeks.
“I love you too, Athos.” Your arms made their way around his neck pulling him in close and pressing your lips to his. His touch was soft and gentle, you could feel the smirk that you loved so much forming against your lips. You moved away slightly to look up at him, a serious look taking over your features. “If you ever pull something like this again, I’ll kill you myself.”
“I do not doubt that, my love.” He smiled as he kissed the crown of your head.
As always, feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!
𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜
#Athos x reader#three musketeers#the musketeers#athos imagines#reader insert#gender neutral insert#gender neutral reader#the musketeers imagines#the musketeers/reader#no beta we die like men
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🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?
. Thor: He's a hopeless romantic. Growing up he was very much brainwashed into stereotypical toxic masculinity views and as such Thor is prone to rough, tough, brooding brute things. The side he hides? He loves things like dancing, cuddling, star-gazing etc. He just doesn't share that with anyone.
. Ravka: His anger. It is not the way of a samurai, and while he may be ronin now, Ravka still carries himself to a code of honor. So when he loses that composure, that tranquility and goes savage, it can be detrimental to his self-worth. He does his best to hide it from everyone.
. Alex: He feels inadequate. At best he might be able to boast about his deductive reasoning, but he isn't the bragging type. A lot of people praise him for things. His shop, his knowledge on literature, even his baked goods. To Alex though? It means very little. He appreciates bringing happiness to his customers, but a part of him wishes he was someone more noteworthy. A warrior. An adventurer. A hero.
. Nikolai: He's utterly co-dependent. On drugs. On his 'bed mate'. On Sindri, now that he's back. Nikolai is hands down my most unhealthy character, which is saying a lot considering Seven just out right murders people. So a lot of effort goes into making it seem like he's indifferent to hide it, but the reality is, Nikolai needs to feel needed or needs to need something to extreme levels.
. Seven: His guilt for sure. Seven acts like he doesn't care. People die. He kills them. Whatever. It's the way of the world. But beneath all the steel and technology lies the truth. He's drowning beneath the weight of his sins and the only way he can tolerate it is to keep sinning. If he doesn't look back, if he doesn't care, no one see's who he really is and he doesn't have to face it.
. Grey: is a lavished lush. He grew up with all the finer things, saturated in wealth. He's a fan of fancy food, fine music, and dear god a well tailored suit. What is life for if not to bask in it all? All the things he's given up in an attempt at hiding who he really is, where he's really from. He'd intended to end up taking after the late, Red Cobra, and style wise it was a success. In all other ways however, he just comes off as a bit of a 'starlord'.
Thanks for asking @lookbluesoup!
#thorstyr helbwilfsyn#greyson evandrus#ravka kirigan#alexander hawthorne#nikolai cross#seven sato#asks
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oooh i loved the new chapter! the way you've written the fight scene is so impressive! very rarely do i find myself engaged when reading fight scenes, but you nailed this one! i love seeing reader's ability in action!! and im such a sucker for the 'pinned the other down post-fight' thing, god the tension between those two </3 and the patching him up when hes injured aaaa reader and bi han are just the sunshine + grumpy trope oh my god 😭 kuai liang's concern for bi han is endearing, he really just cares for him a lot :(( (+the implication that bi han has a soft spot for reader im going to die 😭😭😭😭) i wonder what route you'll take with them in the future, especially now with reader's involvement! their whole dynamic with reader is honestly one of my favourites atm <3
MADAM BO !!! what a woman shes just an icon, shes the wisest 🙇 and her special tea being super strong alcohol 💀 johnny cage therapy session turned gossip column 🙏 i like that you've brought up his divorce, since in the game they dont really tell us much, especially how it affects him considering it was pretty fresh when it all happened. glad to know the reader is there for him on that front!
keep it up! & i hope you're doing well! — ☄️
I'm glad you enjoyed it <3! Thank you! I don't often write fight scenes, but when I do I try to make them interesting haha ^^ I actually was googling all over the place trying to think of interesting animals to use for the reader! I'm a sucker for that trope too, which was a big motivation for me writing that whole fight scene in the first place HAHA I almost didn't put that patching up scene purely because I've been doing that trope recently (ex: Liu Kang last chapter) and I was worried it would stale BUT I kept it in because I've already established since like, chapter 2 that the reader patching up Bi-Han is their thing so I thought it'd be weird for the reader to not tend to his wounds. I've never viewed them as that trope, but I can totally see it! Yeah I wanted to write Kuai Liang worried over his brother because in the intros he mentions they had a bond but I felt like we never got to really see it in the story? So I wanted to add it in myself HAHA especially since Kuai Liang's ending in Mk11 focused on saving Bi-Han from corruption in the first place. Bi-Han definitely has a soft spot, even if he would not outright admit it (for now?) It'll be interesting to see what everyone will think when I progress through the plans I have involving Bi-Han! I have a very strong idea of what the future dynamic between him and the reader will be like, as well as Bi-Han's plot in general 👀 I'm glad to hear you're so invested!
I love Madam Bo!! Madam Bo kameo when?? Or even her as a main fighter?? Haha She is definitely one of my favorites, and I had to implement her a bit in my story! Yeah I took inspiration from Bo Rai' Cho for that, though I do know in game they mention it is more like ?? Drugs?? They're kinda vague with what her special tea does but it messes people up that's for sure ☠ Yeah the divorce scene was one of the first ideas I had for this fic and something I've been planning on writing! I always wanted to go into depth on what I felt like was something that was kinda glossed over in the story. Originally the reader was supposed to just stumble upon Johnny brooding outside over his ex, but I figured it made more sense with how the reader ended up being like for the reader to initiate a conversation about it. I also wanted to do it because I felt like this conversation was a bit of a turning point for the reader and Johnny, so yeah!
Thank you for your comments as usual ☄ anon! <3 I'm doing well, hope you all are too!
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Hi I saw your reblog from bottleblondefeelingconned's post and I was wondering what was your opinion on Athanasia's and Claude's relationship in Who made me a princess? I never understood how fans idolized their relationship as the "perfect" father‐daughter relationship when it was toxic.
Full disclosure, this was one of the stories I jumped around while reading because I hated Claude so much, as well as the tropes associated with him. Therefore, this answer isn't as informed as it should be and I may have missed some things. But I don't like leaving people hanging so I'll give what I can;
Notes:
*Anti-Claude
*Take it with a grain of salt
*Ranty
My opinion? I hate it. I hate all relationships like this. I hate the trope where someone has to “earn” someone’s affection to survive, especially when it’s a parent. A child should NEVER have to beg for their parents to love them. More than that a child should never have to live in fear that if they make one mistake, they’ll be killed.
That’s Athanasia’s situation. If Anthy makes one wrong move, she’ll be dead, as proven in the original storyline. He didn’t even give the original Athanasia a trial, he just killed her in cold blood and didn’t even care when he discovered that she was innocent. Like, did he even give her a funeral?
The present Athanasia has to do all the work in the relationship, and Claude barely does the bare minimum.
Plus, there is just a severe level of emotional abuse, intentional or not. Aside from knowing a wrong word will get her killed, it could also get others killed. Hell, in their first meeting, he threatened to kill a chef because she was too scared to talk to him.
The relationship is not only toxic, but it's also deadly. Honestly, I wanted Athanasia to take what she could and flee the figgin’ continent to get away from him. She deserved better than that bastard, and so did the original Athy. Honestly, it's lucky she's cute. Like if she looked like this;
She'd be dead like the original. (Btw, Patalliro don't listen to what anyone says, you're adorable!)
Claude is a tyrant asshole that deserves death. He killed several innocent people over the years, including a mansion full of his concubines and the servants—if memory serves—to kill his newborn daughter, only stopping when he learned her name. And no. No matter how sad his past is, he is still a murderer with a crown. The fact that he’s occasionally nice to Athanasia doesn’t wash away all the blood on his hands.
And I hate that mindset where an mc is a cold-blooded murderer who killed and kills people daily. But because he’s sweet to the protagonist, she (because it’s always a girl) and everyone else is casually willing to casually forget that.
I get why he's popular, however.
1: He's pretty
2: It's the same reason people like the brooding asshole love interest; it's what many think is a "Beauty and the Beast" scenario. Many love the idea that a kind heart and patience can redeem even the cruelest of hearts. (This is the Daddy edition of that.)
3: People like this have power and others like having this person use this power to please them.
4: People like to feel special, so having someone who a bastard to everyone else but kind to you can make one feel as such.
(I plan to go deeper into this in another post, so forgive the choppy explanation for now.)
However, for me, it’s just like they said in “All Cheating Bastards must Die.”
Yes, he's occasionally kind to Anthansia and a few others but that doesn't change the pain he caused in the past. And as I've said in other posts, the sad backstory I'm sure he has explains why he did what he did, not excuse it.
Regardless of his reasons, Claude deserves to die and be forgotten just like the original Anthy was, if only for the women he slaughtered.
As I said, I haven’t thoroughly read this story and I don’t want to, so I can’t give the best answer, and I may be unfair. Sorry, but this is the best answer I can give at this time.
If you want to see the father redeemed done right, I suggest reading, “Father, I don’t want this marriage!” Because the one who has to change is the FATHER, the one who messed up. He is the one reaching out and endearing himself to his child, doing everything he can to fix their relationship.
Don’t get me wrong, the MC is scared of her father at first for similar reasons as Anthy but it’s revealed that this was a misunderstanding.
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🎵 Disco Elysium, pt. 1
"What he said. We're cops: We don't cause trouble, we take care of trouble."
WASHERWOMAN - "Oh, of course. Last time we saw you around here was... twelve years ago. You also came to take care of trouble then. Which you *did*... but, still, in Martinaise you're considered an ill omen."
"Wait, I've been here before?"
"What kind of an ill omen are we talking about?"
"I *am* an ill omen, alright." (Proceed.)
"If I'm considered an ill omen, why hasn't anyone told me that?" (Proceed.)
WASHERWOMAN - "No, not you personally. I meant the RCM. Some of the men got into a fight, one of them killed another. Locked himself in that woodshed over there," she points to the building behind her.
"He was brooding, needed some help opening the door. You got it open for him and took him to think about what he'd done in a more secluded place. Somewhere more quiet."
CONCEPTUALIZATION [Easy: Success] - She says it as if he was on some kind of spiritual retreat.
2. "What kind of an ill omen are we talking about?"
WASHERWOMAN - "Oh, the usual. Dark tidings. Black hound."
INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - That's you alright. A black hound licking your own heels.
3. "I *am* an ill omen, alright." (Proceed.)
+1 Apocalypse cop
KIM KITSURAGI - "You're not. No one around here considers us an *ill omen*. People would have told us."
WASHERWOMAN - "Maybe they're afraid."
"Why?"
WASHERWOMAN - "Because you're an *ill omen*. But you're still welcome here as long as men with guns aren't chasing you. And maybe even then, because that's the kind of fishing village we've built."
"I'm sorry there's not a lot of room to park your motor carriage. And not a lot of houses. Or a lot of people. My kids are long gone… searching for treasure. So are others'."
"Ah, look at me ramble on." She waves her hand. "What brings you to us?"
"Where could someone stay around here?"
"What is in this fishing village?"
"What's further down the coast?"
"Tell me about yourself. Who exactly are you here?"
"Goodbye, I'm off." [Leave.]
WASHERWOMAN - "*Stay*? Most people here are trying to *leave*..."
"That said, if lodgings is what you're looking for, I've got a free room in the shack." Her soapy thumb points to the building behind her.
"How much is it?"
"Don't know if I can afford another place to stay."
WASHERWOMAN - "I won't charge you for it. Take it as a gesture of goodwill, from the village to the RCM."
"Wait, hold on, you're just *giving* it to me?"
"I'm not sure it's appropriate for the RCM to accept free accommodations."
"There's this guy -- Garte -- who makes me give him money *every night* just so I don't die out in the cold."
"Okay, I'll take it." (Get keys to your new home.)
WASHERWOMAN - "No one is using it and god knows it's not much anyway." She tilts her head on the side, pondering over something. "You can stay there."
3. "There's this guy -- Garte -- who makes me give him money *every night* just so I don't die out in the cold."
WASHERWOMAN - "Mhm, that's exactly how they get ya. That's why we built our own cinder block houses on the seaside. So we don't have to give money to those crooks..." She looks around. "They might not look like much, but they're *ours*."
"Wait, why isn't anyone using the room?"
"One more time: I can just *have* the room?"
"You got yourself a tenant!" (Get keys to your new home.)
"No, I don't want a free room, it's not proper." (Stay at Whirling-in-Rags.)
WASHERWOMAN - "My kids grew up and left, like they do. The house is long empty now. I live in the small side attachment -- it's easier and cheaper to keep warm."
2. "One more time: I can just *have* the room?"
WASHERWOMAN - "Aye." She nods and looks at the shack. "The room is pretty bare bones, but it's got a bed and roof over it. That's more than some folks have around here."
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Trap of Lies
Chapter 26
This is a dark AU collaboration started by @x3kristax3. You can find the other chapters here.
TW: Torture, violence, detailed scenes of violence, light sexual acts
Phil POV
Completely drained, I stood in my bathroom and reviewed the evening. I looked at my hands, still dirty with dirt and blood from the nasty son of a bitch and his horse. I went to my bathroom and washed my hands and face. I took off the dirty clothes and put on fresh clothes.
I saw the remaining blood residue in my sink that was not washed away by the water. I cleaned up the remaining blood and burned my clothes in my oven as there was no point in trying to clean them.
A thousand thoughts ran through my mind, but they all ended in relief. We were able to save MC in time and the devil of the whole drama is finally dead. Jessy promised to take care of MC because she saw that I still had something to do.
I braced myself with both hands on the sink and lifted my head. I saw myself reflected in my mirror. It still wasn't over. We had to find the devil's father.
"Agnus Barnett," I whispered. "Where are you?"
It was maddening! I asked each of the Whispers if anyone had heard that name before. Nobody knew him, but there had to be someone.
He's got people he bossed around. He did not run this business alone, he had employees. This man knew how to hide himself. He was the master at hiding and running such a big business.
I couldn't do this alone, I needed help from someone I trusted 100%. Dan. I immediately made my way to Dan, although it was the middle of the night, he was always willing to help me. I walked to his house because I didn't want to draw attention to myself.
When I arrived, I knocked firmly on his door and he opened the door a little annoyed. "Can't you even wait until morning?" he asked me grumpily.
"No time," I hissed and immediately I saw regret on Dan's face. Not wanting to contradict me, he let me in.
He tiredly ran his fingers through his hair and got his clothes to change. I looked at him confused and he just raised an eyebrow knowingly. "I know that look, you didn't come here for a tea party."
It's been a while, but with this sentence, Dan actually managed to make me smirk. Dan got dressed and then approached me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You look like you just committed murder."
When he didn't get an answer, his eyes widened. "Shit, who did you kill?"
"Alan, finally. But that's another story. We have to find the devil's father."
I took the blame on myself first, I didn't want to implicate MC even though she ended up being the one who killed him.
Dan suddenly looked at me seriously, "Do you know anything? Did you find out anything?"
"No!" I almost yelled, desperate. "But someone has to know something. I want to keep Jake out of it so he can focus on his new business.
"Amy," Dan suggested. "She might know something, after all she adores Alan and would do anything for him."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"Jake told me she said she saved MC. I don't really believe it, but one thing's for sure, she'd die for him. She doesn't have to know Alan's dead, but we can pressure her to do that her answers could save his life."
"I knew you would be of great help to me. Now we just have to find out where she is."
I was glad I turned to Dan, he was always reliable, even if he could be a bit grumpy at times. Now all we had to do was find out where Amy was. I could see that Dan was already brooding.
"Any idea where Amy might be? The prostitutes are all over town, it would take us forever to find her," I paused. "Wait! I have an idea. I'm sure Charlotte can figure something out."
Dan nodded and we made our way to my bar. Once there I found Charlotte at a table with a man. I gave her a knowing look and she said goodbye to the man and walked towards me.
"What do you need to know?" she asked, since she already knew that look from me.
"Find out where Amy is at the moment, nothing else matters for now."
She nodded and got to work. Dan and I went to my office and tried to think if we really didn't know Agnus.
It wasn't long before there was a gentle knock on my door. I opened the door and Charlotte's eyes looked at me proudly. She whispered, "There's some kind of brothel across town, that's where she works."
I thanked Charlotte and nodded for Dan to follow me. I put a staff member in charge of running the bar. As we walked out of the bar, we made plans for how best to get to Amy.
"We register like normal guests and say that we would like to see Amy. Simple and uncomplicated," said Dan.
I hesitated, "It's a good idea per se, but I don't want to be recognized. I don't need rumors."
"Then we'll dress up a bit. A hat and a fake beard will do," Dan said, and we made our way over to his house. After we dressed up, I had to smile a little. A beard didn't suit me at all, but I had to go through with it now.
We took a carriage and made our way to the other side of town. We parked the carriage and got out. We entered the strange building and arrived at some kind of reception. A black-haired woman was sitting at the reception and there were men everywhere, smartly dressed. It must be the pimps.
Dan addressed the lady, "We'd both like to see Amy."
I was expecting everything, but not her next words, "No need to be so formal here. Room 9, she'll do whatever you want."
I grinned internally. Will she also answer our questions?
We both looked for room 9 and found it. We knocked and a gentle voice called us in. As she turned around, she gulped hard. She recognized us.
"You're not here to consider my service and I was about to leave anyway."
Dan chuckled darkly, "The receptionist told us that you do everything for us. I'm sure you'll also answer a few questions for us."
"What do you want? I have a date with Alan!"
I roared laughing, "Oh, I guess this isn't going to work out."
"What does this mean?" she asked in panic.
Dan took a step towards her, "If you want to see your beloved prince, then answer our questions."
She sat on the bed, sighed, and gestured for us to ask."
"Where is Alan's father?" I fell right in with the door, I didn't want to waste any more time.
She looked at us in shock, "How do you know I work for him?" She immediately put her hand to her mouth.
"That's easier than I thought," Dan chuckled. She shook her head in disbelief at her own stupidity.
"So, you know more than we thought. Well, I'm waiting for an answer."
"I don't know. For heaven's sake, I'm just a prostitute. He won't tell anyone where he is, at least that's what Alan always tells me."
"But you know who works for him, give us a name and location of this person."
She hung her head and said nothing more. I was right, she knew who worked for him. Dan sat down in a chair and spread his legs. "Either you answer this question now or you have to satisfy me."
I saw disgust on her face, Dan didn't seem to be her thing at all, and he seemed to have noticed and taken advantage of it. He knew that she would never willingly touch him if he gave her the choice.
She walked up to Dan, putting each hand on his knees and looking deep into his eyes. "I've had to touch more obnoxious guys than you. Come on, take off your pants. I'll satisfy you."
Dan smiled. What was going on in his head? "That's your job, if you're supposed to please me then you're supposed to do all the work."
With that, she winced and made a gagging sound. "Fine! You won. The name is Poke, he sells his wares in a park, behind a shabby shack. I don't know what time he is there though."
"There you go," Dan said as he rose from his chair.
"Are you releasing Alan? I gave you answers!"
This time I chuckled darkly, "Oh he's been free for a long time."
She looked at us confused and so we left her. She was lucky that she was a woman and not a man. No matter how much I detested a woman, I don't hurt a woman's hair.
Dan and I left the building and took the carriage to said park. I felt we had a better chance of finding this poke at night. We pulled our fake beards off our faces and parked the carriage a little further from the park.
We sneaked through the park to the shabby shack. We heard a branch snap behind the shack and immediately I ran behind the shack and there was a stranger to me.
"Poke?" I asked.
"Jesus Christ, who told you my name? What do you want to buy?"
"Answers."
As he tried to run away, Dan grabbed his collar and pushed him against the back door of the shack and to our surprise the door swung open. Dan didn't hesitate and shoved him into the cabin where he slammed into the opposite wall. I followed Dan into the shack and locked the door from the inside.
When I turned around, I saw Dan standing behind the man, holding a knife to his neck. He was helpless at our mercy.
"So, Poke, I'll ask you questions and you'll answer them well."
He just nodded and flinched as the blade of the knife digged a bit into his neck from his nod.
"Where's Agnus?"
"I don't know," he said pleadingly.
"Lie!" I roared and looked around the shack. This seemed to be the gardener's hut, since only gardening tools were lying around here. Everyone knows garden tools are the best torture tools.
I took a smaller saw and took Poke's hand and sawed off his pinky. He cried out, but I slapped him, and he just whimpered while blood dripped onto the floor.
"Answer me or all your fingers will be off."
He didn't say anything, and I held the saw to his ring finger. A grinding noise arose as I took an extra long time on his bone. I looked deep into his eyes, but still got no answer, so I cut off his next finger.
The game went on until all his fingers were off and there was a puddle of blood beneath us. Tears streamed down his face, and I saw that he was about to finally answer me.
I put his fingerless hand in front of his eyes and put the saw on his wrist. "Last chance," I threatened him.
I began to rock the saw back and forth slowly, letting him watch as I sawed his wrist. I kept sawing but stopped when I sawed through his bone and left his hand hanging on a piece of skin. He saw his wrist swinging on a thread of skin in front of him.
I took his fingerless hand and yanked with all my might, skinning part of his forearm in the process. His wrist fell to the ground with a loud splash, and he cried out at the top of his lungs.
And he answered.
"Ah shit! He lives in a rather large mansion, he spends all day there and rarely leaves it. The villa is only guarded from the inside. It's very isolated. In the middle of the forest, there is no street and no house number."
"How many guards?"
"Five or six. Two stand right in front of his office. Two stand at the entrance of the house and there are usually two walking around the mansion."
He was getting weak, and I could see Dan using all his muscles to keep holding him up.
"End him," I said to Dan.
Dan dropped him on the ground, leaned over him and slit his throat. Blood spurted out of him and for a brief moment I saw gratitude in his eyes. I didn't really want to go that far, but the thought of Alan getting his drugs from his own father's business infuriated me. And those drugs he used on MC.
MC had never done anything to anyone but Alan, but he deserved it.
We left the cabin, we took the carriage to Dan's house and we planned to find Agnus before dawn. The thought of what Richy and Alan had done to MC brought out the inner beast in me.
We didn't bother to clean up, just thinking how to find this mansion in the vast forests. We decided to stop by Alan's house and see if we could find anything. Once there, we broke down his front door and searched everything. Dan winced when he saw the huge bloodstain on the floor.
I roughly explained to him what had happened, and that MC is now safe.
"Good thing that son of a bitch is finally dead," said Dan.
I just nodded when I found an envelope. Inside the envelope was a painting of a mansion, and Dan gasped. "I know this mansion, how could I forget that! I rode past the mansion."
We each took a horse and rode off, Dan leading the way. It was a long and difficult ride. So many hurdles, detours and strong currents. No wonder no one has found him on such a path. I saw the villa and we brought our horses to a stop and put them in a meadow where no one could see them. We gave them an apple to eat as a reward.
We made our way to the mansion, and as Poke said, it's not patrolled from the outside. Dan pressed something cold metallic into my hand. A pistol and a knife. I hid the gun in my holster and the knife in my belt pouch.
I don't care that we had to kill everyone in there to get to Agnus. We had to shut down the source to end this drug business. And the source was Agnus.
We entered the premises and crept to the large front door. As big as the door is, it was easy to break open.
In the foyer, two muscular men immediately ran toward us, but Dan and I each drew our knives and slit their throats in one motion. We didn't hesitate and went further into the villa, where we met another man. Dan stabbed the blade of his knife into his neck and life drained from him too.
A man attacked me from behind and choked me off, Dan didn't know how to act. No matter how he tried to attack the man behind me now, he would hurt me. I turned the knife over in my hand and just swung it back. I hit the man behind me as his grip on my neck loosened.
My knife was stuck in his stomach, I pulled it out with all my might and immediately slit his throat before he could start screaming. He gurgled and blood spurted out of his mouth.
I coughed and gasped, he had a strong grip on it.
"Son of a bitch," I cursed under my breath.
After my breathing settled, Dan helped me up and we walked up the stairs. At the top we arrived in front of a huge wooden door, it was powerful. Two men stood to the right and left of the door and unfortunately, they noticed us immediately.
"How did you guys get in here?" asked the man on the right.
"With a little help," Dan said, brandishing his bloodied knife in his hand.
He threw the knife and it hit the wall next to the man on the left. He sneered but stopped laughing when Dan aimed his gun at him and shot him in the head. Now we could make some noise, we were busted anyway, and Agnus knew we were here.
I walked a little towards the man on the right when suddenly another shot rang out and I felt a warm liquid splash on my face. The man in front of me sagged and Dan blew smoke from his gun.
I tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Wimp," I whispered to Dan, shooting the lock with my pistol.
The door opened and I saw an older man, but that black hair looked all too familiar. There sat the likeness of Alan.
He looked at us with wide eyes, for a brief moment I saw a flash of fear in them. But immediately I saw pure hatred in his eyes.
I wiped the blood from my mouth with my right hand and gave him a friendly smile like a businessman.
I had to look like a psycho.
"Hello Agnus."
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Edgy OC ask meme for Salem and your new blue Tiefling.
1.What memory would your OC rather just forget?
4.When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?
9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?
12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?
16. What is your OC's pain tolerance like?
21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it
23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?
25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?
Thank you for posting the questions, I probably shoulda done that for yours. 😭
Under cut for long post and spoilers.
For Salem
What memory would your OC rather just forget?
Waking up in the middle of Kressa Bonedaughter's vivisection, and all fragmented memories surrounding that incident. Then the whole thing with his parents. And he wishes he didn't have any fond memories with Gortash. It's weird because he'll be like "I wish I could remember everything," but every time he remembers something, it fucking sucks.
4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?
Fight or freeze.
9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?
"I won't bring no materials to the afterlife
Take no possessions, I would rather travel light
I'm of this kind that kills all day
But I don't know yet how to die"
From Gojira's The Art of Dying
12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?
Yes. Has purposefully injured and poisoned himself in the past and after the Nautiloid, he has to be careful around alcohol, or he develops a habit. He also doesn't take good care of himself (remembering to eat, groom) but that's not necessarily on purpose.
16. What's your OC's pain tolerance like?
Very high.
21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?
He has the partial amnesia and migraines, caused by the Dark Urge events before the Nautiloid. He makes a lot of potions, teas, and herbal remedies for himself. After being attacked by Orin, he started going blind in the left eye - hence why he let Ethel go ahead and take it. He handles it pretty well all things considering, but bumps into things a lot.
I'm not sure what mental disorders he has, but I know he at least has CPTSD. Possibly OCD too. I'm not sure.
23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?
Has trouble processing grief. Has trouble expressing sympathy even though he feels it. Definitely the guy who says shit like "that's rough buddy :( " after you tell him your girlfriend turned into the moon.
25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?
His whole "cursed mushroom druid who smells like petrichor and metal" vibe.
For Tanngrisnir (the tief)
What memory would your OC rather just forget?
Not sure about her earlier years but right now she's not fond of the whole Breaking Her Oath moment. She thought she was doing the right thing freeing Sazza! No tieflings got hurt! She snuck out of there and everything!
4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?
Freeze. Very much a "wants to be tough but turns to ice when she's terrified" character.
9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?
Hmmm, not yet! But the character creation theme music has been floating around in my head while I play her.
12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?
She's a total perfectionist, overthinks everything involving cases of "right" or "wrong," and in spite of her fairly calm and cheery demeanor, broods a lot.
16. What is your OC's pain tolerance like?
Above average, maybe even higher than Salem's pain tolerance, which is pretty high.
21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?
As I answer these I'm starting to get OCD vibes from her (speaking as someone with OCD). She has a lot of body aches from spending so much of her life roughing it and fighting in heavy armor wielding heavy weapons and shields.
23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?
Anger (both)
25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?
I really like her design! Tall, big horns, cool color palette contrasting with warm. I could see myself having fun with drawing her.
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