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pupcuck · 5 months

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STOCKING FILLER !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. p in v, filming, throat fucking, ddlg dynamics, creampie, daddy kink

note. the first part to my xmas fics! hooray! starting off very short so i apologise! ignore any typos! this is a part 2 to my fic lovey-dovey if you would like to read that first! if you see typos just know i will detonate :3 not entirely proud of this as it’s slightly repetitive but I promise the next fics will be more interesting! reblogs n feedback is much appreciated!

lovey-dovey

Huh. So that’s what you want for Christmas. Cock. What a surprise. Leon didn’t peg you as an icky little perv, his sweet girl can get down and dirty when she wants, but a sex tape? That’s new. Guess he could whip out the old camcorder, make you into a movie star, you’re certainly pretty enough. And with those false lashes on? Yeah, that’ll be a mega-hit, could make a fortune off of it, no more getting skullfucked by monsters in the field, just sticking his dick in all of your tight holes to pay the bills.

“Daddy?” He feels small cold hands on his shoulder. Yelps in a way that makes you giggle.

“Scared me, baby.” Leon huffs out a breath, tucks the letter behind his back, but you’ve got a sharp eye. His little girl knows too much. Daddy tries to keep it out of your reach, it’s for your own good, but you’re so nosy. Curious little thing.

“Why you readin’ my letter?” You wipe your nose on your sleeve, caught the flu over the weekend, doesn’t stop you from peeking over his shoulder 24/7. “That’s between me and Santa.”

“‘Cause Santa said I could,” Leon says simply.

“Nuh-uh, he didn’t.” You shake your head in disbelief as if Leon’s breach of privacy is the greatest betrayal since the whole Judas debacle. He didn’t know you and Santa had terms and conditions like that.

“Well, he did, ‘cause how else is daddy supposed to know what you want?” Leon pats the seat beside him, you go to climb over the back of the couch but he gives you a look. The daddy look of disapproval. You grunt in annoyance and make the short trip over to him. Walking around the sofa is a total pain when you’re sick - perfectly happy to terrorise him though. “Why’re you up anyway?” He goes to check his watch, “it’s midnight.”

“I got cold, daddy.” You tell him, blink up at him with big eyes that tell Leon something’s up. “And, um, I lied to daddy.”

“You lied?” Leon repeats, raising his brow. His girl doesn’t lie. Only naughty babies lie.

“I lied.” You confirm with a solemn nod. “I don’t believe in Santa, daddy.”

Shock horror. Leon clutches his chest. “Why’d you lie to me like that, babydoll?”

“Shy.” Is your plain answer.

“What, like, about Santa?”

“No, daddy,” you shake your head and let out a frustrated puff of breath through your nose, kicking your feet to distract yourself, “‘bout what I wanted from you.”

“Oh, baby,” Leon chuckles, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, draws you to his warm chest and kisses the crown of your head. “What’re you shy about, hm? I’ve had my tongue in your ass.”

Your little fists smack against his chest, muffling your embarrassed whines of daddy into his chest. It makes Leon laugh harder. “All I’m sayin’ is, sweetheart, you could ask daddy anything and I’d do it for you.” Leon is rough and calloused, but for you, he aches to be kind and soft. He’d do whatever you say in a heartbeat. If you want porn, so be it, he’ll fuck you till his dick pops off from overuse. And even then he’d let you keep his disembodied cock as a toy.

You make your recovery by Christmas Eve. Thank heavens. You’re a nightmare when sick, more so in this headspace. Grown-up you is responsible. Knock back two painkillers, cough medicine and settle into bed. Little you? God, she’s wreaking havoc. He had to change the quilt about five times, you said it was too lumpy, too thin, too ugly. Fucking Princess and the Pea. Insulted the duvet his mom made way back when, yeah, it’s patchwork, yeah, it’s ugly as fuck. You don’t gotta say it outloud though. Then you insist on using anything but a napkin to wipe your nose and— God. He’s just glad it’s over. Also means Leon can touch you again. In the way he wants, in the way you want.

Dressed in the pinkest of pinks, you sit on your knees in the middle of Leon’s California king. He insisted on finding that old camcorder, but you looked at him like he was crazy, told him his phone would do the job. The frilled hem of your babydoll rests pretty on your knees, it’s dangerously low cut to show more than just your décolletage, and the cups don’t fit right, a little too tight. You had complained, said it gave you four boobs or whatever that means. Leon patted you on the butt and told you he liked it. What kinda man says no to a big pair of tits? You might be his little girl but there’s nothing little about those, or that fat pussy, Jesus Christ. Had to swap out the matching thong ‘cause it got swallowed up between your fat lips, instead you’ve gone for comfort. Cotton panties printed with these vintage-looking lambs. There’s a blue ribbon dotting the hem that sits snug below your belly button. Through the sheer pink, he can see ‘em. Drives Leon crazy.

The camera counts down. 3, 2, 1. He steps into frame, shaky like he’s got an audience. A rogue hand brushes the front of his pants, you’re making eyes at him, licking the gloss off your lips. “C’mon, baby, get to work.” Leon pinches your cheek when you go to unzip his jeans with your naughty fingers, “Babies don’t use their hands, do they?”

You shake your head, ribbons bobbing along with you. Then you lower your head, take his zipper between your teeth and tug it down in jagged intervals. He’d taken his belt off earlier, knows that would be a little too mean. You can’t even tie a cherry knot with that tongue. Not that Leon can either. You’re pleased to find out he’s not wearing much at all underneath, letting out a hum of delight when his cock springs free, almost hitting you in the nose. What a video that could be Cock So Fat I Give My Girl A Nosebleed!

Very diligently, you run your tongue along his shaft, suck on each ball for ten seconds, then you work the tip. Your cheeks hollow as you take him into your mouth, you gag and pull back with a cough ‘cause he tickled the back of your throat.

“Thought you were a big girl.” Leon snickers at the slightly dazed expression on your face, the stringy spit that’s trickling down your chin, falling in fat globs between your tits.

“I am, daddy.” You insist in that whiny voice.

“Suck cock like a big girl then.” He slaps your right tit hard enough to make them knock together like Newton’s cradle. “C’mere, sweetheart.” Leon tucks his hands beneath your armpits and drags you to the edge of the bed, your head dangles at an angle that’s entirely uncomfortable. The only thing that’s in frame is his bare ass, and that’s not pleasant, but come on. He’s gotta do this.

Leon wipes the fat head of his cock across your pout, you open up like a good girl, he stuffs his dick down your tight throat, balls pressed to the point of your nose. Thinks he hears you inhale, then your little hands come to fondle his fat balls and the no-hands rule flies out the window. “Jesus Christ, you fuckin’ nympho, baby.” He pats your cheek, bucks his hips into your mouth to hear those delicious gag, gag, gaggin’ sounds. Once you’ve lathered him in enough spit, Leon pulls out with a wet pop, drags his balls over your face like you want him to. Nasty little thing.

Panting for breath, you sit up, pressing the back of your hand to your head daintily. “That’s good for you.” Leon comments, “makes your hair grow ‘cause all the blood is rushing to your head, Claire told me.”

“Not true, daddy,” you giggle, rubbing your temple to soothe the bursting pressure. You smile pretty when he lays you back, your head dipping between the pillows. He kisses your cheek, and you take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles tenderly. A soft creature with even softer tendencies.

Leon’s quick to get you out of your panties, hooks his fingers in the waistband and peels the soaked seat from your slick cunt. Much to your embarrassment - he lifts them to his nose and takes a whiff, his tongue pokes out to collect the arousal that’s gathered in the centre. Then he digs into the source itself, presses his nose into your chubby pussy, sucks on your clit like it’s hard candy. The muffled moans he lets out into your cushiony cunt don’t go unheard, so brazen about it, you grow fidgety and pull at his hair. Leon lifts his head, stubble shiny with your slick, licks his lips to catch every last drop. What was he doing down there? Motorboating it?

“Daddy…” You whine, press your foot against his face to stop him. Leon captures your ankle, then kisses the sole of your socked foot, he uses it as leverage, spreads you even further. Till your thighs ache, and your pussy parts ever so slightly, he’s quick to press his cock to your twitching clit. A steady hand drags Leon’s cock up and down your folds, cock catching on your bud each time.

“Look at her, baby, missed me, didn’t she?” Leon coos, his eyes zeroed in on your spread cunt, watching how your hole flutters around nothing. Poor baby. You need his fat cock so bad. Need to be plugged up before you spring a leak. Gosh, he wouldn’t want that. “She’s beggin’ for daddy, hm? Listen to her, she’s speakin’ to me.” He smiles when your drippy cunt squelches, the slick, gushy sounds going straight to his cock as it jumps. Way to give him away. Leon don’t have a tail that wags but he sure does have a cock, and it’s hard enough to break open a walnut.

Up and down, up and down. Leon guides his cock over your clit, and past your fleshy folds, teases your needy hole by stretching you out with just the tip. Then he pulls out. When he finally fucking pushes into your warmth, you squeeze him tight, he sinks in till all of him is wrapped up in your cunt. And you squirt for him. Eyes rolled back into your head, acrylics taking down his chest, back bowing off the bed ‘cause it was just too much for his baby and her precious princess parts.

“Mmmmmphhh!” You let out a squeaky sound into the palm of your hand.

“Yeah? That so, baby?” Leon clicks his tongue, tosses your flimsy legs over his shoulders, tugs down the cups of your babydoll so he can suck your tits.

Another stream of pitchy moans. “Uh huh?” Leon responds, nodding down at you like he knows just what his dumb little girl means.

“Daddyyyyyy!” His balls plap, plap, plap against your perky ass, gonna fuck you till his heart gives out. That’s what you deserve.

“Yeah, darling? You’re talkative today, huh?” Leon cranes his neck and bites down on your nipple, leaves it all puffy. His pace slows, focuses on giving it to you slow and deep, circles his hips so you feel every inch of him. The slow, sticky grind makes a wet noise, a ring of white glistening around the wide base of his cock. You’ve gone and creamed around him.

“Mmmm… Daddy…”

“Aw, is that right my girl?”

Then you bristle, go rigid in his grip, chest heaving and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. “Ohhh, is it right there, sweetpea? Yeah? Mhm? Right there? Gonna make a big mess for daddy?” Leon presses down on your abdomen, his dick hits that special spot just right, and his tongue swirls over your nipple.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy— oh, daddy,” you whimper, spurting your release each time his cock slams against your cervix, wetting his stomach with each burst. Getting him all messy in the way he likes.

“Alright, alright, keep it down, little lady.” Leon soothes you, his warm hand rubbing your side as you tremble in his arms, breath shuddering until he dumps his load in you.

You go slack beneath him, little hand coming to rub your tummy after his warmth floods into you. He spreads you open to see how your cunt gapes, empty without his fat cock, his seed dribbles out as your pussy contracts, spills down your ass crack. Leon gives your clit one last kiss, ‘cause it’s pretty and you’re pretty, and pretty girls deserve handsome daddies who kiss their swollen little clits.

“Daddy,” you point over his shoulder, brows drawn together as your bottom lip wobbles. Never a good sign. He turns to see his phone has fallen flat on its face. See, this is why he should’ve got the camcorder out.

“Oh, baby, it’s alright,” Leon coos, you preen as he peppers your sweaty face in kisses, “we can just start again, huh? We got all night.”

“But, but, but, daddy, I gotta be sleepin’ when Santa comes.” You blubber.

“Thought you didn’t believe in him, babe.” He flicks your forehead.

“I don’t, daddy, but, will you still fill my stocking? When I go to sleep, daddy?” You’re giving him those big eyes again, batting your lashes. Santa is a ploy to get more presents. He’d figured that out.

“Yes, baby.” Leon agrees to calm you down, “but first I gotta grant your Christmas wish, don’t I?”

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nana-gumi · 3 months

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unconditionally g. satoru

pairings: gojo satoru x fem! reader

cw: soulmates au, angst, deaths, historical events, spoilers on manga ig?, illness, blood, gore, fem! reader, typographical errors, listened to unconditionally by katy perry when writing this!

a/n: let's go, first post! thank you for helping me proofread @xuanzangg mwah

in every universe, you were soulmates. you were his and he was yours. what happens if one day you woke up, you weren't soulmates like how it was used to be 1000 years ago?

in every universe we'll live in, i will always choose you

" 'toru.." you weakly whispered as your lover held you tightly on his arms, a sword piercing through your chests as blood continues to seep out of your clothes.

"hold on to me." satoru stammered as he choked on his own blood.

"i can't breath no more." you said as you pant heavily.

a curse left his lips as satoru wiped the blood off of your mouth, gently caressing your cheek.

satoru groans as he looked up to the person who happened to thrust a single sword into your bodies, a person he never thought would betray him.

"i trusted you!" satoru yelled followed by a cough as he held you close to his chest.

"that's the weakness of the queen, too softhearted, too gullible." the betrayer said as he forced the sword out of you and satoru's chest. "may you rest in peace, queen and king." he said as he left the place with his people.

there were dead bodies of your comrades around, not a single person left breathing, they were all killed.

"s-satoru.." you mumbled as you cupped your lover's cheek with your bloodied hands. "if the gods gave us another chance to live, will you still choose me as your lover?" you said as satoru opened his closed eyes and looked at you.

"i will. in every universe we'll live in, i will always choose you." he said as he placed his forehead against yours. "i love you, my queen." he mumbled, his breathing getting slower and slower.

"i love you too, my king."

we'll meet again, my love.

if you died once, you couldn't possibly live again right?

you never believed in those words at first, but now, you're starting to believe them.

this man infront of you, the person who happened to always appear in your dreams, standing right infront of you.

"princess (name), it's an honor to finally meet you." he said as he bowed for respect as you did the same.

you were staring at him as he was.

"prince satoru, i think i've met you before." the said man laughed at your words as he held your hand on his, placing a kiss on your knuckles after winking at you.

"likewise, princess (name). it feels like i've known you my whole life but, it is the first time we met."

marrying the prince of the other kingdom wasn't a thing you expected, not when you're already a dying vegetable. you were born with a curse that when you reached the age of 25, it was the end.

at the age of 18, you married the only son of the gojo clan, a marriage where you thought your husband will be cruel and unloving like the books you read, but turns out, satoru loved you with all of his heart (just like in your past lives). he cherished you just like how you deserved it.

at the age of 24, satoru started neglecting you, or what you thought he did but it wasn't his intention though, he just doesn't want to see you disappear before him and you understand that. who would want to take care of someone who's death was already set.

but a week before your birthday, before everything ends, satoru came back to you.

"i'm turning 25 soon, prince." he was standing at the window near the bed, his sword on his hand as he kept quiet.

you sat on the bed as you caress the soft pillow in your fingers.

you heard the sound of his sword as you watch him make his way to the door.

you smiled sadly as clutched the pillow with your weakening grasp.

"satoru, will you be back?" you asked and he finally faced you.

satoru clicked his tongue, the only reason he disappeared was because he searched every land for a cure, something that would remove the curse that was casted upon you, yet not a single information was given to him.

satoru cursed under his breath as he dropped the sword on his hand, running towards you as he embraced you as tight as he could, hoping that his hold would make you stay forever.

you cupped his cheeks in your hands as you leaned your forehead to his.

"why are you crying?" you asked and it made him cry more.

"i'm scared." he said as you wiped his tears with your thumb.

"don't be, my love. i'm still here." you said as he shake his head.

"i was looking for a cure..i've searched everywhere but-" he let out a sob as he took a deep breath.

"really? i appreciate it." you said, giving him an assuring smile. "but we both know that the curse doesn't have cure." he knew that, he was just desperate.

the day of your birthday was finally coming.

it was almost midnight as you lay in bed with your lover.

"satoru, remember when you said that it's like you've known me your whole life?" you asked, looking up at him as you lay your head on his chest. "i think i get it now. it's because we're past lovers, satoru."

he chuckled in response as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "i know, from the moment i saw you, i already knew it was you, my queen."

you lay back on his chest as the surroundings went silent.

you felt his hands tightened around your form as the ticking of the clock can be heard.

"this is it, satoru."

"fuck.. i hate this." he mumbled as he clenched his fists. he couldn't do anything but to watch you die before him.

"satoru, in another universe, it's still me and you, right?"

"mhm, me and you. we'll meet again, my love."

you couldn't control your tears anymore as you kiss him for the last time.

"i love you so much, my prince." you said as satoru wiped your tears with his thumb.

"you'll always be my princess. i love you."

you and satoru went to sleep that night but the difference was he was the only one who woke up the next morning.

you are the strongest, right? my everything..

"sensei?!" yuuji exclaimed as he saw his teacher, gojo satoru walking with you, an enemy as if you and him were friends.

gojo finally approached his surprised students as he placed his arms on your head like you were something to lean on.

"this is our ally now." satoru said as you rolled your eyes at him. "right, my queen." satoru half-joked as his students were now more than surprise.

"you forced me." you joked as satoru leaned down to your height, placing a finger on your lips.

"shh, it was you who begged me to spare you."

"i did not-!"

"are we supposed to see this?" nobara said as megumi left the scene.

"welcome, ms. (name)!" yuuji exclaimed as you nod at him.

"you almost killed us before! i won't trust you for now." nobara said as she crossed her arms before following megumi who just left.

"well, kugisaki is right, but since it was gojo-sensei who introduced you, i guess i'll trust you." yuuji said, following his friends who just left.

satoru chuckled as he started walking ahead.

"gojo-"

"satoru." he said, cutting you off as he faced you.

"satoru.. it's still me and you, right?" you said as you smiled at him and another chuckle left his glossy lips.

"seems like we met again, my love. i've been waiting for you."

"satoru!" you forced the door open as you saw his friend, shoko doing her best to heal him.

"stay back!" his comrades said.

right, they still don't trust you. you were an enemy after all.

if satoru was standing beside you, he already protected you but he couldn't, not when he's laying on a bed, cut into half as his comrades gather around to see his situation.

seconds, minutes and an hour passed, there was no progress at all, shoko was losing her strength as she finally surrendered.

she shake her head left to right, indicating that she couldn't do anything at the situation anymore.

they left the room one by one until it was just you, him and shoko.

shoko covered his body with a white cloth as you noticed her clenched her fist.

you were standing by the door, processing the events in your head.

shoko walked past you, taking your hand as she placed something on it. a necklace, something satoru owned as she finally left.

you walked slowly to your lover as you removed the cloth that was covering his face.

your lips started to quiver as you caress his already cold cheeks

"satoru, you are the strongest right? come on, wake up now, my everything."

until we meet again, mr. gojo satoru

gojo satoru was the strongest in your past life but he died in a gruesome death.

the day he died, the day you were cursed with immortality. a curse where the person you love the most will forget you, and if the time comes that, that person remembers you, you'll disappear.

you stand before a large painting inside a museum where a king and a queen embracing each other, a sword piercing through their bodies as the king cries blood tears.

"mesmerizing, is it not?" a voice said and not just a voice, you recognized it very clearly.

a gasp left your mouth as you as stand face to face with your lover.

"satoru?.." you mumbled in disbelief, taking a one step and another as you embraced the man. "you're finally here! i've been waiting for you." you said as you look up at him.

"ah, i'm sorry but this is the first time we meet." he said and all of your hope disappeared as you took a step back.

"satoru?" another voice called him as he turned around, revealing the person. "there you are! we've been searching for you. this museum's quite big."

"i'm sorry, this painting caught my attention, oh by the way-" satoru looked back only to see no one. he looked around the place, searching for the lady he just spoke with but she was nowhere to be seen.

it was supposed to be you and him. satoru was your soulmate, not the woman you haven't seen in your whole life, they even had a son that almost looked like him.

in the end, you went back to your usual spot, where you and satoru first met when both of you were still a sorcerer.

you leaned your back against the old tree, hugging your knees close to your chest as you cry.

a broken heart was worst than death.

it was always you who dies first in your past lives. did satoru wait for you this long too? did he once watched you fell in love with someone that's not you?

you think not, because whenever you reunite with him, he'll be the first one to recognize you.

it's all because of that stupid witch and the curse she left to you.

how ironic that you always cross paths with the said man.

in the mall, the park, the grocery store and anywhere, you just don't show yourself to him. it'll only break your heart more watching him be happy with someone.

"wait!" he yelled as you tried your best to run away from him. he finally catch up to you as his hand burned your skin. "what the hell?" he said, feeling the same burning sensation.

he didn't even notice that you were already running away.

"just a moment please!" he called. you stopped in your tracks, letting him catch up to you as you faced him.

you wanted to hug him so bad, to kiss him and tell him how much you missed him. but you don't have the rights to do so.

"this is yours." he said, showing you a gold necklace.

you frantically searched the necklace in your pockets and there was none so you harshly took it from his hands.

"my name was engraved on it and another one. is that you? is (name) your name?" he asked as you nod. "you were that lady from the museum, right?"

"what museum?" satoru was about to say something but he was cut off when his phone started ringing.

"ah sorry, my family's looking for me." he said and he didn't know how much those simple words broke your heart.

you watched him walk back to the grocery store, leaving you alone with nothing but a shattered soul.

your name had slipped off his lips accidentally that led an argument between him and his wife.

he's been having a dream with someone but the face was a blur, he couldn't recognize the person.

"satoru." you mumbled as you cupped your lover's cheek with your bloodied hands. "if the gods gave us another chance to live, will you still choose me as your lover?" you said as satoru opened his closed eyes and looked at you.

"satoru.. it's still me and you, right?" you said as you smiled at him and another chuckle left his glossy lips.

you were on your usual night walk when you're suddenly running out of breath. it was like something was blocking your airway, an invisible hand gripping on your neck as you fell on your knees.

were you finally dying? if so you were glad.

you lay your back on the grass below, your heart beating slower and slower as you gaze at the stars.

"this is gonna be my last life, satoru." you said as if he was around to hear your words.

"(name)!" you heard his familiar voice. you've been thinking of him too much to the point that you were hallucinating.

you felt your body being carried as satoru held you on his arms.

"why are you here?" you said, weakly pushing him away.

"i'm sorry, (name). i'm really sorry." he said, biting back a sob as he embraced you.

"what are you talking about." you said.

"i remember it now, fuck, i remember all of it now. i am so sorry. stay with me, okay? i'll take you to the hospital." he said as he carried you.

"there's no need, there's no cure." you said as he stopped on his tracks.

"cure?"

"this is yours." you said, ignoring him as he took the necklace in your hand.

satoru kneeled on the grass as he took the observed the necklace on his hand.

"ah, i want my satoru..please?" he heard you said and his heart ached at your dying sight. he's seen this many times now but why does it hurt more this time?

"i'm here." he whispered.

"you're not him." you know you were being petty. you shouldn't blame him from the curse that was casted upon you.

satoru was startled when you started crying.

"i'm sorry, 'toru." you said as he smiled at you, wiping your tears with his thumb.

"it's fine, i'm sorry i did not recognize you, my queen, my princess, my everything." he said.

"satoru, this will be the last time we'll see each other. be happy."

"last time?" he shake his head as he cupped your cheek. "no, we'll meet again, right?" he said as you softly laughed

"maybe we will, but you'll have to wait million years for that." you said.

"i don't care how long, i will wait for you."

"i'm grateful to have you as my soulmate, satoru."

"what's happening?" satoru said as your hand were slowly disappearing with the wind.

"the curse was lifted now, satoru." you said as you smiled at him.

"t-then that's good! we'll go home together, okay?"

"that would be impossible, plus you have a family now." you said chuckling bitterly as you sigh. "goodbye, until we meet again, mr.gojo satoru."

satoru could only watch as you disappeared with the winds, another universe where he lost you again and yet he wasn't sure if he'll see you again. maybe someday.

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ticklytums · 3 months

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Sneak Peek - A Different Duel

Alastor and Lucifer can turn just about anything into a competition.

Anything.

His head jerked up long enough to see the dispersing, golden glitter in the wiggling tendrils. Alastor’s eyes widened as he whirled around—just in time for that glitter to appear inches away from him, Lucifer now in the form of a beautiful white sparrow.

“Ohhhh, betrayed by your own ‘kid’, damn that’s gotta suck for you!” the bird tweeted, and situated himself in Alastor’s hair to peck at his ears. A yelp tore from Alastor’s throat but his claws reached out to snatch the sparrow.

“I’m rescinding the cafe trip she and I were going to spend together as punishment!” Alastor growled, narrowing his eyes at his giggling Niffty. He didn’t have too long to mull on her betrayal however, finding himself too busy trying to get a Lucifer shaped snake off of his neck!

“Gotta say buddy, ever since meeting you I’ve been reveling in the idea of wiping that shit eating grin off your face!” Lucifer danced out of Alastor’s claws once more, and merrily scampered over his side as a tiny gerbil.

Alastor snarled and he tried to hone in on where the devil might phase to next, but every attempt of snatching the asshole only ended in him getting a handful of glitter. It was getting disorienting trying to keep up with his teleporting, and his tendrils kept on snatching at the empty air.

“Hold—still!”

“Buuut if I can’t wipe the grin off your face, then I’ll settle for making it as desperately wide as possible!” Lucifer, now a small cricket hopping in and out of his pockets, suddenly reverted to his angelic form.

All six wings of angelic form, and tackled Alastor to the couch. Before the deer could snarl anything, Lucifer shoved his claws under Alastor’s arms. “See how you like it, douchebag.”

Between the feathery wings holding him in an embrace that tickled on its own, and the attack to one of his weak spots, Alastor didn’t stand a chance.

Microphone feedback screeched between a pop of static, and finally loud laughter. “GEHEHET OHOHOHOFF ME YOU MISEHEHEREABLE LIHITTLE-“

“Ouuuu better be nice to the guy who decides how long he’s going to keep you like this!” Lucifer laughed, just enjoying the banter. It was so fucking satisfying knocking this prick down a peg or two! “That microphone thing is cute! That part of the whole radio demon thing?”

#hazbin hotel tickling #hazbin hotel tickles #alastor #lucifer morningstar #niffty #ler!alastor #ler!lucifer

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Hi! I have a silly request but since we are both Rudy lovers (i am also radiant cod) can you please write a short little react on „I want uns to move in together“ especially Alejandro, Rudy, soap and ghost. Oc is female and ask that question 😭🥰

Hello fellow Rudy lover :3

Of course!! this is such a cute thing request awwh :')

DRABBLES!!

Cod Men's Response to reader asking them to move in together!!

Including: rudy, alejandro, ghost, soap Warnings: sfw, pure fluff, fem!reader Note: I can do a p2 with the rest of the characters if y'all are interested :D

«Moon, tell me if I could

Send up my heart to you?»

Rodolfo Rudy Parra

From the moment you met Rudy, you knew he was the right man. Not only because of his sweet demeanor, but also because of his charming personality and kind nature that made you fall hard for him. You and Rudy have been dating for almost a year and a half, and he has always treated you like a precious and delicate creature. No one has ever made you feel the way he does.

While you lived in the southern side of Las Almas with your family, Rudy resided in the bustling center of town. Getting to meet him was always a significant journey, especially with the increasing cartel crimes that made it unsafe to roam the city. However, the allure of spending nights in your lover's apartment was irresistible.

You were ready to take the next step in your relationship and couldn't wait to tell him. One late night, after spending the day together at his flat, making pizzas and dancing, you cuddled on the couch, sipping the Champurrado he had made. Rudy chuckled and gently wiped the chocolate mustache stain from your face before speaking lovingly.

"I haven't had this much fun in a while, mi amor," he murmured, brushing the strands of hair away from your face. "You seem distracted, amor. What's wrong?"

You sighed, placing your mug down, knowing it was the perfect moment to ask him. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you gathered your courage.

"Promise me you won't get mad?" you said, looking into his eyes.

"You didn't like my abuelita's recipe?" he replied, giving you a disappointed look, causing you to laugh and shake your head.

"No, it's... I just miss you, Rudy. I feel like we're wasting time living apart. I wish we could... you know... live together. And it's..."

"You want to move in with me?" he interrupted, cupping your face and looking both serious and surprised.

You slowly nodded, furrowing your eyebrows, wondering if it was indeed a good idea. But Rudy's expression turned into a wide grin, as if to make sure you weren't joking. He pulled you into a warm embrace and showered kisses all over your face. Then, with a surge of excitement, he babbled in quick Spanish giving you a whole monologue, though you couldn't quite make out the words.

You assumed he was just thrilled, as he jumped up and rushed to grab his phone, yelling, "TE QUIERO TANTO MI AMOR!" before locking himself in the bathroom to happily inform Alejandro.

translation (i love you so much my love!)

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

After the betrayal of Phillip Graves and witnessing your lover wounded but still fighting with all his might, you were certain of two things. Alejandro Vargas was a loyal man through and through, and he was the man you wanted to be by your side until the end.

It was quite amusing how you had never considered moving in with him sooner, given that you both worked on the same frontlines, fighting against the same enemies, and spent countless nights together guarding your beloved country. The time had come to embark on a new chapter together, though you were unsure if he would agree. However, the thought of losing him that day shattered any trace of doubt or fear, leaving you with an overwhelming desire to hold him in your arms.

After a delightful dinner, you joined Alejandro on the rooftop of the base, a cherished ritual the two of you shared. Sitting in his arms, gazing at the stars, was the highlight of your day, especially since Alejandro was always busy with his duties. He motioned for you to come closer, opening his arms to welcome you as you rested your head on his thigh, relishing in the sensation of his fingers running through your hair. You inhaled his musky scent, your eyes fixed on the dark expanse above. Alejandro's smile brightened as he planted a tender kiss on your forehead, then whispered softly.

"My love, is everything alright? I haven't seen you this pensive in quite some time," he chuckled as you rolled your eyes, prompting you to share what was on your mind.

You sighed, sitting up and locking eyes with him. "I just...miss you," you confessed.

Furrowing his brow, Alejandro nodded, encouraging you to continue. "Miss me?" he queried.

"It's just...I wish we could spend more time together. I thought a part of me died when they took you away. I thought I would never see you again. That day made me realize how much I love you, Alejandro."

His gaze softened as he uttered a heartfelt, "I love you too," nodding for you to proceed.

"Would you like to move in together?" you blurted out, looking in his eyes with a hopeful yet anxious gaze.

The grin on his face widened, and he looked away briefly, his cheeks flushing with excitement. He bit his lip, unable to contain his joy.

"I was actually about to ask you the same thing, mi cielo..."

SIMON GHOST RILEY

You and Ghost were like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together, despite both being reserved and chilly individuals. Behind closed doors, you shared a love that no one expected to blossom. You connected on a deeper level, communicating your feelings without the need for words. It was as if you could understand each other's thoughts. Just like Simon, he wasn't fond of people, and neither were you.

Silence was your sanctuary, and you relished in the tranquil moments, indulging in activities during the early dawn or late night when the world was at its calmest. Spending the night at Simon's small flat in the city, the most peaceful corner of the bustling nation, felt like being in a place where you truly belonged.

He allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, gradually revealing more of his true self, shedding his mask on certain days, and even letting you take care of his hair and face.

Those special days spent together created cherished memories. Deep down, you yearned for more, wishing he could be the last person you saw before bed and the first person you woke up to. You hoped he felt the same way. Simon believed that actions spoke louder than words, and he made sure to keep you happy, occasionally letting slip a heartfelt "luv you."

Once again, you rose early to a cold day, with the usual morning fog lingering until the sun's rays pierced through.

It had become a habit to take Simon's dog for a walk before breakfast, as the nearby coffee shops opened up. Side by side, you walked in silence, inhaling the stillness and watching the droplets of water on the road. Simon placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, drawing you close for warmth as he calmly asked, "You alright?"

You sighed and nodded, your hands fumbling to warm them up. He clasped your palm, tucking it into his pocket, grumbling, "You should have told me straight away. There's no point in venting to Gaz." You looked at him in shock, feeling your cheeks flush. He had overheard your conversation with Gaz about how much you wanted to move in with Simon.

Ignoring your embarrassed state, Simon muttered, "Next time, tell me. I never said you weren't welcome there. Didn't know you had a parrot's brain.. that place is your home too." You gulped, staring at him in astonishment. "You, you don't mind?" His response was simple, he looked away and you swear you saw his eyes twinkle for a moment, "Never said I did."

JOHHNY SOAP MACTAVISH

The holidays were approaching, and you knew that you wouldn't see Johnny for at least two weeks. It broke your heart to be so close yet still apart. The Scottish man resided in a different city, causing the pain of distance to gnaw at you. No matter how many nights you spent together, one of you always had to leave in the morning, leaving the other to bathe in the sorrow of separation.

You longed to gather the courage to ask Johnny to move in together, but fear held you back. He was a composed man who loved you more than his beloved mohawk.

As everyone packed their belongings for the holidays, preparing to return to their flats, family homes, or partners, you entered Johnny's room and set your sports bag aside before sitting on his bed. A small laugh escaped your lips as Johnny scowled, procrastinating on packing until the last minute and now struggling to fit numerous shirts into his bag. You folded a shirt, assisting him in the task before smiling.

"So, Johnny, what are you going to do when you go back?" you asked. He grinned, carelessly tossing the clothes into the bag despite your protests. "Well, bonnie, I'm going to visit my family, and then I'll come to your place andbkidbap you and make you spend the rest of the holiday with me." You laughed and shook your head. "Can I tell you something, Johnny?" He furrowed his eyebrows, mumbling as he focused on his packing. "You'll come to my house. My mom has been dying to meet you. No excuses."

You chuckled and replied, "Well, I mean... I'd love to meet her, of course. But what I was actually talking about... do you think it's time for us to take the next step?"

The look on his face was priceless, and you had to playfully slap his arm to prevent him from blurting out something scandalous. "Not that way, you idiot. I meant... I think we should move in together. It feels like the perfect timing."

His grin widened, and he swept you off your feet, twirling you in the air. "I can't believe you said that, bonnie.. We..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence as he slipped on one of the shirts scattered on the floor, causing you to fall on your rear while he ended up trapped in his bag.

"Bonnie, help me!" he exclaimed. You chuckled and teasingly remarked, "I"I think I might just reconsider this step..."

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MASTERPOST

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Nrfth (8) - Leave it all behind

Summary: Betrayal cuts deep. If your heart and trust get damaged. Can you find a way back?

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Warnings: heavy angst, we stan Tracey in this house, Tracey is the best friend ever, hurt & comfort (not Chris), unplanned pregnancy, language

A/N: Please consider I changed the timeline (timespan between the movies) a little to match my story. We are now in 2013, two years after they met.

No rest for the heartbroken masterlist

<< Part 7

Three months later, …

“Babe, you need to eat something. Anything. Let me order food.” Tracey sits next to you on your couch. “I know, Y/N. I know it feels like your whole body is sore.”

“He didn’t just end things with me for some other girl, Trace.” You wipe your face. “He cut me out of his life.”

She glances at the muted TV, sighing deeply. “Y/N let’s get out of here for a while. We can just…” She drops her eyes to your middle, sighing once again. “Why did you never tell him?”

“Did you not see the news? I bet the bitch taking over the role in the Avengers movie is the one he chose over me. She didn’t do just a cameo. She has at least five scenes with the Avengers. And, they have the audacity to resurrect my character at the show.”

“What?” Tracey gapes at you like she got punched in the face. “But they let you die, Y/N.”

“Yep,” you pop the ‘p’. “They resurrect my character and surprise,” you chuckle humorlessly, “that bitch will take over my role at the show too.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“I wish,” you choke on your tears once again. “I can’t take a job because of my circumstances while Chris parades his bitch around town, or rather he shows her off in every interview as his new sidekick. They gave her my role, Tracey! MY ROLE!”

“That’s so fucked up,” she grunts. “Breaking up with you was one thing but this is…like he’s not the same person. Maybe this is a serious case of body snatching.”

“Body snatching?” You laugh for the first time in weeks. “Really?”

“Like in the old movie,” she mutters. “Don’t you remember? We watched it when we were kids. You got scared and I had to hold your hand the whole night.”

“Invasion of the Body Snatchers, I remember,” you say with a smile. Tracey was always there for you. Even when she was scared too, she held your hand. “I wish they exchanged Chris, but this is all him. I don’t know how I could not see he’s like that.”

“Hmmm…I don’t understand him. Out of the blue, he breaks up with you and ruins your career.” Tracey knits her brows together. “This is too fishy. Maybe you should try to talk to him one last time. He owes you an explanation.”

“Men are pigs,” you scrunch up your nose. “Please make sure that I never fall for one of them ever again. From now on, I’m cured of men…”

You’re restless tonight.

No wonder. Tomorrow you should’ve been on set again to film the new season of your show. Now someone else will play your role and you are stuck at your apartment.

“Babe, did you listen? That fandom guy messaged you again on Twitter. He wants to know why you left the show,” Tracey sighs as you look at her. “Why don’t you tell him what happened? Maybe if the fans of the show get to know about the shit Evans and the studio pulled they’ll cancel the show.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Trace.” You give her a sad smile. “He made his decision. The studio too. I got to move on. It sucks but there is nothing I can do about it.”

“That bitch stole your role in the movie and the show!” Tracey mutters. She throws her hands up as you turn around to stare out of the window. “Make them pay, Y/N.”

“No.”

“Let me at least scratch his car or use my baseball bat to remodel his face.”

“I thought he loves me too,” you sniff. “Love, such a stupid word for something breaking you down to nothing.”

“Y/N,” Tracey softly says. “Let’s go for a walk or eat ice cream. Just stop hiding at your apartment.”

“He didn’t even try to contact me. I realized a few days ago, that he never gave a shit about me.” You shrug. “I wanted to call Chris to tell him about…”

“Babe, you don’t need that asshole. We’ve got this. If you want me to, I’ll be your baby daddy.”

You snort, and then, you start laughing and crying. “Thank you,” you wrap her in a hug, “Daddy.”

Now Tracey laughs too as you hold each other. “Do you remember the guy giving me STDs? I was so in love that I got a tattoo with his name. I let them tattoo my ass, babe. I’m one stupid bitch too.”

“What’s with men these days? Why are they all assholes?”

Another month later, New Zealand, …

“I like it. What do you say?” Tracey watches you look around the new apartment. You decided to leave Hollywood and turn your back on the film industry in your country.

This means you have to move out of your old apartment as fast as possible and leave the world you believed you know so well behind.

“I like it too.” You should have a look around the apartment you want to rent, but you can’t focus. You are miles away, still wound tight as you saw an interview with Chris and his new sidekick last night. “I think this is it, Trace.”

“Babe, are you sure? This is going to be your new home.” You can hear the worry in her voice.

Tracey was, once again, your rock. She’s so much more than a friend.

How would you call the one dragging you out of your bed to make sure you eat? The only person who understands how you function and feel.

Friend. Ally. Sister. Soulmate.

“Hmmm…” you take a deep breath. “You’re right.” It’s time to focus on taking your life back in your hands. For almost four months you let the decisions someone else made dictate your life. “Let’s have a closer look, shall we?”

You hold out your hand for Tracey. She smiles and takes it. “We will get you through this too, Y/N. No man is worth your tears or that you stop living the life you built for yourself.”

You grin as Tracey props her feet onto the coffee table. She just finished carrying one of the last moving boxes into your new home and now, she’s chewing on a slice of pizza.

“I like it,” you say more to yourself than your friend. “My new job is great too. I always loved working behind the scenes, and this is my chance to do so.”

“How’s the bean today?” She drops her eyes to your swollen belly. “Does the bean want more pizza?”

“Can you not call them bean all the time?” Tracey snorts at your angry expression. “Even though their father is an asshole, I love them.”

“I love them too,” she coos and places her hand on your belly. “Good thing Aunt Tracey will buy them all the things you won’t. I’ll hang out with them and teach them how to mess with bitches.”

Smiling you look at your friend. She moved heaven and hell to help you get where you are now. Tracey even quit her job and moved to New Zealand to help you buy a house which you couldn’t have effort otherwise.

“They will love you too, babe.”

“I know.” She shrugs. “How could they not love me?”

At the other end of the world, Chris stares at a picture of you on his phone. He took it while you were asleep. He sighs and shuts off his phone.

For days he tried to reach out to you. It took him almost five months, but he found the strength to face you after what he did to you only to find you gone.

He missed the chance to tell you the truth, and it breaks his heart…

>> Part 9

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Secret Invasion Episode 6

I gotta to tell you. You might be better off not watching this final episode. It’s really really really really bad. Like it is so pathetically bad I straight up started laughing at it. The second it started I just knew that Maria was gone for good with nothing on that. It really is just such an absolute waste and a shame.

There was no surprise twist or reveal, everything you thought was going to happen in the worst way happened. This whole show could have been a five minute summary clip in the start of the Marvels and Maria and Talos could still be alive but no... we have this...

In a fight that’s so personal, that Fury himself doesn’t even do it (which we all knew was gonna happen and was not even the least bit suspenseful....) G’iah fights Gravik and avenges Talos. It was super skrull vs super skrull and to be honest it was very boring.

Literally nothing happens with Maria’s death. LITERALLY. I did get hyped in one scene when they pulled that agent away and I thought she was coming back as the agent. Since Cobie was like I had scenes at the same time as Don... yeah girl where the fuck were they, did they get cut? But the second I saw Olivia Coleman and I was like oh no, there isn’t going to be a reveal. And it was the lowest stakes most cliche Marvel Disney Channel type thing you could imagine.

I’m just not even sure why they brought Maria into it at all? Like Talos was already chasing Skrull Ross... Talos already had Fury’s number.... Fury and Maria I guess are out of it hanging out at bars in places they aren’t supposed to be and I guess Fury really was a sad boi who is so out of touch he thinks he, Talos, and Maria could just randomly stop dirty bombs with their bare hands I guess? He never avenged her, there’s a video of him shooting her, is anyone gonna explain that to Momma Hill? She served no purpose in this show and even her death served no purpose so like why was she even in it?

to be fair, I think this show had a lot of potential to be awesome, and my Maria bias aside it really failed to deliver. Also, not having Maria in it would have saved them 4 million dollars, but go Cobie for getting that Marvel money. If you do the math for screen time ratio to pay she’s the highest paid person on the show!

It does make me sad but I hope there is going to be a Maria Rambeau and Maria HIll scene in The Marvels, I’ll wait until it’s on disney+ though cause I am not giving them a cent for killing Maria for real. I can’t believe they killed her for real and IN THIS TERRIBLE SHOW. She could have at least died in a movie!!

Also you can’t sell a show as a boots on the ground agents fighting shapeshifters you won’t know who any one is when it’s all about super powers, the big scene is a fight between super skrulls G’iah is now the most powerful being the universe for some reason..... and there was almost no spy or espionage stuff going on. Not a spy thriller ... there was no wrap up ... the show ended just as it started Fury abandoning earth with a whole lot of problems but at least he gets to be with his wife who totally betrayed him but he’s cool with that now I guess!!!

I am dying that in my 4 theories post the last theory which i said was the most boring and stupid and the most likely to happen, almost happened perfectly:

“Maria is really dead and nothing happens about that or her death being made public and there his no explanation about anything that happened in the first episode and we get absolutely no closure on this.

Fury and Varra make up and kiss cause everything is cool with them now apparently despite Varra’s earlier betrayal but he gets a happy ending cause he’s a man! And then Fury wipes his hands and goes back up to space. He finally gives Carol Danvers a call and that’s the lead in to the Marvels. Then in the Marvels we get a flashback to Maria and Talos being murdered so all of the audience who isn’t watching this show is like oh what wait they dead? What?! Why are they dead? And not a thing happens with any of that.

This would be the most disappointing outcome but this is my guess cause it’s the most boring and stupid and probably most likely because Marvel is so slay-phobic right now”

SLAY PHOBIC 100%

I’m not sure why this whole show was made, it could have been condensed down to a three to five minute scene in the marvels.

#secret invasion #secret invasion spoilers #the marvels #carol danvers #maria hill #cobie smulders #emilia clarke #g'iah #talos #ben mendelsohn #nick fury #samuel l jackson #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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Not So Pretty Pictures

Druig x reader

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FLUFF BINGO

Druig’s mind lulled, in and out unsure if it’s desiring to awaken or not. The warmth orange of the sun creaking in through the cracks, inviting and adding a field of relaxation to the air. It was well to assume that Druig was enjoying his nap.

He was.

The only thing that was keeping him from his apparent nap was the comfortable sound of giggling decorated in your voice. Druig didn’t mind, he was only taking a nap but it was a little odd considering how whatever you were doing was making you crack up so much.

Curiosity taking the best of him, his blue eyes opened adjusting to the light in search of the cause for his awakening. Head turning to his other side he saw you, sitting on the edge of the bed, hand covering your mouth in what he can assume to be an effort in containing the sounds that were emitting from your mouth.

“What are you giggling on about over there?”

You swear your heart felt like it leaped out of your chest at his sudden voice that caught you off guard.

After a moment of quick recollection you answered him, smile wiping from your face, “nothing.”

“Didn’t seem like nothing?” He said, voice remaining monotone.

“Trust me it’s nothing.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” He asked, turning onto his side and sliding up into a seated lounge position. Druig drags his body close, “what’s on the phone?”

“Noth—“

Before you can even finish the thought, the phone’s already in his hand. Clicking he finds what you were looking at. “Is this…a picture of me?” He asked, staring at the picture you took mere minutes ago of the eternal sleeping, unflattering expression on his face.

“Um…no…? Okay yes, but you looked so funny.”

Druig scrolls some more stopping over one album and you’ve realized he’s seen…it. “You have a whole album titled silly photos of Druig?”

“Sometimes I just look at it to make myself laugh,” you explain, voice soft to lighten the mood.

He stares at you for a moment in utter betrayal and disbelief before his finger clicks against the screen again, “that’s it, deleted.”

“What? No, they’re too funny!” You shout springing for the phone successfully obtaining it.

“Fine, keep the album. But be warned, now that I know your little secret it’s time I start a collection of my own,” he said, smirk tugging on his lips.

Oh what did you just start.

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Chapter 1082: Setting the Stage

Wait, so you expect me just to... move on from 1081? That’s rude. I’m still in mourning 😭

Sigh. Fine.

On a lighter note, the cover illustration this chapter is adorable.

It made me smile, which I desperately needed after the devastation of last chapter.

On to the chapter, which continues to set the stage for the race for Laugh Tale:

We see the first major casualty of Cross Guild: T-Bone.

It’s interesting that of all the Marines that could have become victim to the Cross Guild bounties, it’s T-Bone, one of the few genuinely good ones. That shows that, for all fandom was cracking up at the idea of Cross Guild pulling a Reverse Uno card on the Marines by putting bounties on them, it’s actually quite a damaging thing to do. It’s a stark reminder that these people we’re following, have, in some cases, come to feel affection for, are pirates.

Perhaps it’s inevitable T-Bone would become a victim of the Cross Guild bounties; when we first met him back in Water 7, he’s described like this:

His hobby is saving people and he’s willing to do anything to help others “even if it destroys this body of [his].” When we see the man who apparently killed him for his bounty, he’s utterly pathetic:

His family was starving to death; it’s easy to imagine T-Bone willingly giving himself up so this man could claim his bounty for his family’s sake considering what we’ve seen of the man. But now the Marines are down one of their best men and are worse off for it.

Speaking of Marines, it’s also good to see Sengoku and Tsuru. They chat about the danger Cross Guild represents to the Marines before Hina drops a bomb on them:

I have to wonder if we’ll see Sengoku and/or Tsuru follow after Garp to Hachinosu. Tsuru has her granddaughter to think about while Sengoku has his close friend--and, though he doesn’t know it yet, Blackbeard has just wiped out the crew of his sort-of grandson. Moreover, it’s possible Blackbeard recovered the Hearts and brought them back to Hachinosu as prisoners. Wouldn’t that be interesting to see Sengoku faced with Law’s crew?

Meanwhile, we also get some great comedic relief with the Buggy vs. Mihawk and Crocodile dynamic.

The Cross Guild ship is hilarious.

And Buggy knows that’s not going to sit well with Mihawk and Crocodile.

He’s right.

Interesting that Mihawk says they need to establish overwhelming power when we just saw two captains worth 3 billion defeated and possibly in need of new direction. What did Law say back on Punk Hazard about surviving in the New World? You either join an Emperor or you try to become one.

I have a hard time imagining Law aligning himself with this group (even if he would fit the whole former Warlord vibe; Law’s far more likely to reunite with the Straw Hats, I think) but Kid? (Assuming he survived, of course. This is One Piece, so I feel pretty safe in that assumption.) Kid’s going to want revenge against Shanks for destroying his crew, and who better to get him close to Shanks than Buggy?

We also get some further elaboration on the grudge Buggy has been holding against Shanks -- and it’s completely unexpected.

Buggy thought Shanks was going to follow in Roger’s footsteps, but when Shanks decided to hold off, Buggy felt betrayed. This is... weirdly wholesome? And earnest? Like, Buggy had so much faith in Shanks as Roger’s successor that Shanks not immediately going for Laugh Tale comes across as a betrayal. Buggy is disappointed in Shanks.

(It’s also interesting to consider how Shanks and Buggy are the inverse of one another. Shanks is the strong head of a notoriously weak fleet while Buggy is the comedic relief figurehead of a group of more powerful pirates.)

So, Buggy decides he’s going to do what Shanks refused to do for all those years.

Why does Buggy, of all people, have me up in my feels now? Rude.

A lot has been said about Blackbeard being a dark parallel to Luffy, but Buggy has his own parallels to our favorite rubber boy. Back at Marineford, Mihawk noted what Luffy’s true strength is:

And Buggy has a similar ability, which he puts to use in this chapter:

So, at this point we’re seeing all four Emperors making moves toward finding the One Piece.

Meanwhile, surprising absolutely no one, Sabo is fine:

He wasn’t on Lulusia when it was blown up; he was evacuating some people from Lulusia who wanted to join the Revolutionary Army. We’re on the verge of learning what really happened at Reverie...

So, any bets on how many chapters it’ll take to return to Sabo’s story?

(Anyway, I’m going to crawl back into my hole and continue crying about Law, Bepo, and the Hearts.)

#Buggy the Clown #Sengoku #Tsuru #Dracule Mihawk #Crocodile #Shanks #Sabo #Cross Guild #One Piece #One Piece 1082 #One Piece chapter 1082 #One Piece spoilers #One Piece 1082 spoilers #Chapter write-up

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Longing

Warning: smut, kissing, spanking, biting, teasing, p in v, other entrance, jealousy, blood, tears, betrayal, argument

Word: 3015

🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍

It all started in the evening, unexpectedly. No one thought it would end this way. One does not know who was really to blame in the whole affair.

Roberta watched Lizzie preparing drinks for the guests who were in the hotel bar.

She was leaning against the bar top, bored and lonely. She hadn't gone outside in a long time. James wanted her to be close to him all the time.

- How are you feeling? You don't look well - asked a worried Lizzie grabbing her hand.

- Ah I am not tired, I sleep well, but something is missing - she said sighing.

- Tell me about it, I have a few minutes - she smiled at her encouraging the conversation.

- It's not as easy as it may seem... I haven't seen James for two days. He wants me to be with him all the time, and he himself disappears without a word. It's really frustrating.

- Oh I understand. I guess how you feel. Why didn't you go outside? I think you would have felt better. Fresh air and a different environment always improves your mood. Ah and you can always buy some new clothes or thing. That improves the mood the most - laughed Lizzie.

- I admit you're right, but I promised James I wouldn't go out. I don't want to upset him.

- I see, then maybe at least talk to someone and not just watch me work all the time. I think James won't be angry when you exchange a few words with someone - she patted her on the shoulder.

- He sees everything, even when he's not next to me. He’s so overreacting. He is really unpredictable. You never know what will come to his mind - Roberta covered her face with her hands.

- In that case, I'll make you your favorite drink - laughed Lizzie.

- I finally hear what I wanted to hear!

Roberta was watching her friend prepare her drink when she suddenly felt a touch on her shoulder. She looked at the person standing next to her, opened her eyes wide and parted her lips in shock. She did not expect to see him in this place. In fact, he shouldn't be here.

- I am also happy to see you - said Colin with a broad smile.

- Colin...

- Yes, that's exactly me.

- What... why... what are you doing here? Why are you here? Why? - she said quickly and unintelligibly.

- I finished my work faster today. In general, I have been planning this for a long time. I wanted to see you - he said grabbing her hand.

- You shouldn't be here - she said in a whisper taking her hand away.

- Why? After all, nothing bad is happening - he said, raising an eyebrow.

- It's really nice that you think of me. I appreciate it. But James may see us, and he certainly won't be happy with such a view- she took her drink and moved ahead. She didn't even pay attention to whether Colin was following her or not. She headed toward the reception desk.

- Wait! Roberta! Talk to me! I don't like how you treat me! - followed her with a quick step.

- Please go away. It's really not a good idea for you to stay in this hotel. It is dangerous. You know where the exit is - Roberta stopped in the middle of the lobby and pointed to the exit door.

- So all that happened between us was a lie? All that you said was a lie? - he said with sadness.

- Please, go away and don't come back - she replied without looking at him.

- Do you have any idea that I can't stop thinking about you. You are in my head all the time. Your smile, the taste of your lips, the touch of your hands... I really suffer... - he tried to touch her again, she moved away.

- Colin... don't prolong this, go away, please - she felt a single tear running down her cheek.

Before she had time to react Colin gently wiped away her tear. He leaned over and kissed her, hugging her tightly. She tried to break free from his grasp. He was too strong and desperate. Finally, he let her go.

- You shouldn't have done that! James could have seen us! I beg you, go away! - she hit him in the chest with her fist - I don't want to know you anymore! Don't come near me! - she grabbed him by the sleeve of his coat and pulled him towards the hotel exit.

He didn’t resist, he followed her. He knew there was no point in arguing with her.

- Goodbye Colin! I wish you luck! - She walked away leaving him in front of the hotel.

For a long moment he stared at the door through which she had walked inside. He could not believe what had just happened.

He didn't understand why she treated him this way. It was as if he had done something wrong to her. He touched his chest, pulsing with pain, and closed his eyes.

- Fuck! Fuck! Why does it always have to be like this?! Why does everyone leave me?! Why?! - he shouted thinking he was alone.

Two men and a woman, stood at the entrance smoking cigarettes. They looked at him with astonishment.

- I'm sorry - he whispered and walked away toward the parking lot, where he had his car.

….

Roberta, breathing hard, crying and holding her heart, slid down the wall with her back and sat on the floor. She covered her face with her hands choking on her tears. She wondered how one person could feel so much in one moment. Sadness, longing, emptiness... all this combined with crying. Her body was shaking, she was short of breath. She began to look around to see if anyone could see what was happening to her. She was sitting by one of the pillars from the lobby. No one paid any attention to her. This evening the hotel was quite crowded. Although she felt sad and wished someone would comfort her... she preferred to be alone at this point.

Suddenly she felt a strong tug and was lifted. She looked in horror at James' black eyes. They had never been so black before. His face expressed indescribable anger. He was breathing heavily, clenching his fists on Roberta's red dress. He was trembling with anger. Suddenly he moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but remained silent. He closed his eyes.

- I don't know what I deserved it. I don't know what I did wrong. I don't understand why such humiliation will befall me again - his voice was quiet but suspiciously calm. He closed his eyes again.

Roberta looked into his face waiting for his next move. He knew, he saw... she would pay for it... Something happened that she did not expect from someone she loved and from someone who claimed to love her. She felt a strong jerk again and her head hit the pillar with great force. Dizzy, she was unable to open her eyes. She would have fallen had it not been for James' hands still clamping down on her beautiful red dress. She felt a hot trickle of blood running down her neck, a burning pain at the point of impact and tears that still wouldn't stop flowing.

James grabbed her arm firmly and pulled her after him. He held her very tightly, and she knew that in this place she would post the marks of his fingers. She was already indifferent to it. She realized that she might not survive this night. She will stay here forever. As a ghost. She will finally have peace.

She could barely walk, she could see poorly through the tears flowing out from under her eyelids. James pulled her toward the elevators. They stopped only for a moment to wait for the doors of one of them to open. He pulled her inside and pressed her hard against the mirrored wall.

- Did you think I wouldn't know? Did you think I was blind and stupid? Why are you silent! You know I'm right, you know you have no chance with me! You have owned me since forever! From the moment your beautiful foot crossed the threshold of this cursed hotel! - James licked her tear - Your tears taste really bitter, the way your defeat tastes! - the elevator stopped.

James again grabbed her firmly by the arm and led her to his suite. He pushed her inside and locked the door.

Roberta fell to the floor, recoiling in pain. She watched in horror as James paced around the room. He poured himself a whiskey and drank it all at once.

- You know what I don't tolerate the most? Betrayal! Betrayal Roberta! You know it well, and yet you committed it! You betrayed me with someone so bland! With someone who doesn't grow up to match me! This is pathetic! You have humiliated yourself in my eyes! Who is he?! - he shouted throwing a glass at the wall. The glass splashed all over the room.

- James, I beg you not to hurt him. It's not his fault. I'm the one who messed with his head. It's my fault - Roberta tried to get up from the floor, but she still felt dizzy.

- This is not the answer to my question! Who is he?! I need to know that! Answer! - He picked her up and threw her on the bed.

- James, I beg you! Don't hurt him! I beg you!

- God damn you! Answer!

- He is a detective, his name is Colin.

James closed his eyes and drew in the air loudly. He began to laugh.

- What are you laughing at? What is wrong with you? Are you crazy? - Roberta tried to cover herself with a blanket lying on the bed.

- You chose someone so weak and hopeless to betray me? Detective! - he laughed again - I don't give a damn about his name, it doesn't matter and so he's a nobody!

- James please spare him - she said in a terrified voice.

He approached the bed, untying his tie.

- You think I'm going to waste my time to deal with such scum. Let him continue to exist. I have more important things on my mind. I have to punish you. I hope I can knock your stupid ideas out of your head - he climbed onto the bed holding his tie in his hands - Put your hands together - she did not protest, she immediately followed his command.

James tied the tie tightly around her wrists and tied the other end of the material to the headboard of his large bed.

- Good girl. Now you are at my mercy. I'll play with you until I decide I've had enough. Then I'll think whether I'll kill you or not - he began unbuttoning his shirt.

- James do what you want with me, but I beg you not to kill me! I beg you, I'll do anything! - she said in terrifying. Tears began to flow into her eyes again.

James grabbed the corset of her dress and ripped it off. Buttons spilled all over the bedroom. He licked his lips seeing that she had no bra underneath.

- Yes, such views I like. Splendid! You belong to me, only to me! - he ripped off the lower part of her dress and threw it behind him.

Roberta was left with only her panties and stockings. She shuddered in terrifying as she waited for his next move. He crawled slowly on top of her and hovered over her, resting his arms on either side of her head. He stared into her eyes, not even blinking.

- You have no idea how jealous I am?! How much pain you caused me?! Although I can't even feel anything... believe me I felt... anger... when that bastard kissed you and touched you... I thought I would kill him right away. I was unable to move. I watched this scene from a distance and waited. I concluded that I would solve this matter with you - he kissed her hard and sloppily, biting her lip.

Roberta felt the taste of blood in her mouth. At that moment she was really scared of James and at the same time still loved him.

He kissed her again, again violently. Without pulling his mouth away from her, he ripped off her panties and plunged his fingers between her pink folds.

- You are so wet, I think my punishments work well on you - he murmured into her mouth. He started kissing her neck. Without warning, he dipped two fingers into her hot entrance.

Roberta arched her back in a hatch and screamed. It hurt her. Usually he was more gentle. Today, however, she knew that she could not count on it. She must give in to him and not protest. She will survive this.

James moved his fingers quickly inside her. He kissed her body piece by piece. He felt the walls of her vagina clenched on his fingers.

- Don't even think about your pleasure. You will only deserve it when I say so - he pulled his fingers from her pulsing insides and turned her onto her stomach. He put his fingers covered with her juices into his mouth and purred.

He looked down at her with smile. She was toward back to him and helpless. He brought his hand up and forcefully administered a spanking to her, then another. Red imprints of his hand appeared on her buttocks. Roberta felt a burning pain, but remained silent. She did not want to make her already hopeless situation worse.

James wasn't done playing with her yet. He leaned over and bit her hard on her right buttock. He heard a scream.

- Do you like it? - she did not answer anything - I asked you a question! Answer it! - he gave her a spanking again.

- Yes, I like it, I deserved it! - she didn't like it one bit, she wanted him to give her a break already.

- That's good. I'm just starting - he entered her without warning. Deeply, all the length in, not giving her time to get used to his swollen cock. He started to move. Fast and hard. Each time he came out of her he administered another spanking. Her buttocks pulsed with pain, tears soaked the pillow she was cuddling her face into.

Suddenly she felt James' fingers where she didn't want to feel them. He spat on her other entrance and smeared saliva around. She closed her eyes tightly waiting for the next wave of pain. He slid his finger into her anus. She felt an unpleasant burning sensation, she was not prepared for it.

- James I beg you not to do it. It hurts. You are hurting me - she said in a weak voice.

- I'm sorry, but are you talking to me? You will not tell me what to do and what not to do! Be silent! Or not, I want to hear you scream! - she got another spanking and screamed - oh, you are amazing! So tight and only mine!

Roberta was already starting to feel pleasure instead of pain in both entrances. A pleasure that was growing inside her. She was afraid that she didn't manage to stop it.

- Ah Dearest! You make me feel like screaming, fucking you and screaming again! I think I'm about to come! I'm letting you too! - James moved very quickly and carelessly. He was no longer in control of his body. And the sounds he was making. He was loud, it's been a long time since he acted like this. He was unloading all his anger and frustration on Roberta. He was punishing her for betraying him.

He clamped his hands tightly on her waist, driving his fingers into her. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and all of his semen was deep inside her hot insides. Roberta had an orgasm at the same moment as James. It was something incredible, powerful. They both screamed with delight and fulfillment.

James sank onto her back breathing hard. With one hand he reached to the headboard of the bed and untied the knot. Then he untied Roberta's wrists.

- Dearest! I hope this was the first and last time you committed such an unforgivable crime. But today I will forgive you and not kill you. I will leave you alive, I like your warmth and the blood in your veins. It excites me very much. Your very presence makes me constantly have an erection. You know very well how you affect me. I ask you not to betray me again. The next time... believe me, you will not survive. I will not regret your death - he left her and got out of bed. He headed for the bathroom.

Roberta lay there, breathing heavily and crying. She curled up achingly on the bed rubbing her injured wrists. She drew the blanket to her, covering her naked, trembling body with it.

- I'm sorry - she whispered in the direction James had moved away. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

James did not return to her again that night. Roberta did not see him for the next few days. She did not leave her room. Lizzie brought her food to her room and talked to her a lot. She was the only one Roberta felt she could talk to. She was the only person who didn't judge her. She was her support and shoulder to cry on.

Colin called and wrote several times trying to talk to her, but got no response. He was consumed by the whirlwind of work and other activities. He tried to forget about her. However, it was not so easy.

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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Lance laughed first. In fact, this whole thing had been Lance’s damn idea, to no one’s shock. He should get one hundred fucking percent of the blame. All of it.

Well, maybe not all of it. Maybe the actual robber gets a percent or two.

But Lance started it. As always. And, like, it hadn’t been too unusual, in the beginning. Lance woke him up at random-ass times in the night all the time. It was his favourite thing to do, really. So Hunk didn’t really put much thought to it, when it happened.

“Hunk. Hunk. Hunk. Hunky-bear. Light of my life. Bestie. Hunk. Get up. Please.”

“Uuuuuggghhh.” He makes sure to groan as loudly as possible, so there’s an off-chance that Lance feels guilty for waking him up. It’s beyond unlikely, but Hunk likes to make himself clear, and he is currently annoyed and Lance will be hearing about it.

“I want you to know that I love you dearly,” Lance says, and Hunk opens his eyes just to glare at him.

“If you love me, you’ll let me sleep.”

“I did! I let you sleep for five whole hours! But I have just beat Red Dead Redemption two times, read one and a half books – the second one was real boring, which is a shame – and climbed the bed to flip off the ceiling more times than I can count. There is literally nothing more I can do in this room. I need to go do something, and you’re the one who said I’m not allowed to leave past ten-thirty.”

“You could sleep, you walking menace.”

“But Hunk,” Lance says, and he pouts. He makes his already big eyes even bigger, brown irises looking sad and pitiful, and Hunk, like usual, relents.

“You’re the best!” Lance cheers as Hunk peels back the covers and rolls off the shitty bottom bunk of his shitty university-issued mattress.

“You are a giant pain in the ass,” Hunk says as he walks over to the dresser. He hears a muffled bang, and looks over just in time to see Lance do a flip off the top bunk and land in a heap on the floor.

Hunk sighs. “Are you dead?”

“Nope!” Lance says cheerfully. He scrambles back up and starts literally bouncing around. Just, like, hopping. Hunk grins despite himself. Lance is like a husky. He needs to be walked, sometimes, to let out all of his energy, and unfortunately sometimes he needs to be walked at three in the goddamn morning.

The second Hunk shrugs on a sweater, long fingers grip the end of his sleeve and start dragging him out the door.

“So I’ve already texted everyone else,” Lance says. “Everyone but Shiro was awake, so Keith bugged him until he woke up, and now we’re going to Subway! Because they’re open and I’m hungry and I don’t want to make food myself.”

Hunk hums. “Are we sure Keith is still alive? Shiro is usually homicidal when he wakes up.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Keith was prepared, he brought the shield you made him in your woodworking class. He’s alive!”

“Nice. Cool to hear that thing gets some use.”

“Yeah, totally! Keith uses it all the time; yesterday he launched me off of it! It was dope.”

“I’m hearing a lot about Keith,” Hunk says, just to be a dick. It has the expected effect – Lance goes bright red and also speechless, making a lot of squawking noises with the occasional “WHAT” and “I don’t even –” and “are you crazy” sprinkled in between. It’s great.

“I talk about Keith a normal amount,” Lance says eventually, voice firm and eyes averted.

“Mhm.”

“...I’m hearing a bit of ‘tude in that ‘mhm’, buddy.”

“Fascinating, that.”

“You are the meanest best friend in the world.”

“Oh, well, in that case –” Hunk pretends to turn around, making Lance yelp.

“No no no I take it back I love you please come with me –”

Hunk is still amusing himself. “I dunno,” he says, tapping his chin. “You called me the meanest. I dunno if I can recover from such rich betrayal.”

“Hunk I am joking, you are my bestest friend, the light of my life, see –” Lance presses a disgustingly wet and smacking kiss to his cheek, making a loud ‘mwah’ noise. “See? I love you.”

“Ew, Lance,” Hunks says, wiping the slobber from his cheek. Lance grins sunnily at him. They continue to bicker and tease each other until they finally make it to the brightly illuminated 24-hour Subway on campus. Pidge is already there, because Pidge is not of this realm and does not seem to need time to transport herself places. She simply arrives.

“You losers took forever,” she says as they sit down.

“Pidge, I asked you if you wanted to come fifteen minutes ago, and you live twenty minutes away from campus. I don’t even know how you’re here.”

Pidge shrugs. “Time isn’t real,” she responds. Hunk and Lance both decide not to push it. The three of them chat – by ‘chat’ Hunk means they take turns roasting each other – until the rest of the group arrives. Hunk would like to note that Allura walks in looking elegant and unbothered, as per usual, and Shiro walks in holding a grouchy and scowling Keith up by the ankle, Big Hero 6 style.

Lance sighs dreamily the second he catches sight of their mulleted friend. He puts his chin in his hands and everything, like the gay loser he is. Pidge and Hunk exchange a look and decide to tease him for it later.

“Did Keith… do something?” Pidge asks.

“Annoying,” Shiro responds simply, and Hunk nods. If only Lance was significantly shorter than him; Hunk would do the same.

Once Shiro sets (drops) Keith down, they all line up and order their sandwiches. They take turns making fun of Shiro for his abundance of sauces. Then they all pile on Keith for his choice of extra cheese, despite the fact that he did not bring Lactaid because he has never remembered to bring it places even once in his life.

Once they all have their food, they push two tables together and sit down, trying not to be too obnoxious but spending most of their energy simply enjoying themselves, joking and teasing and chatting and having an all-around good time. At one point, Allura delves into a ten minute rant about some idiot in her anatomy class. They all dunk on him, it’s great.

“He’s literally the biggest fool I’ve ever met, he tried to correct the prof about the colour of human blood –”

The door opens with a bang, startling everyone in the restaurant, the one employee included. Hunk’s heart drops as soon as he sees who’s slammed open the door – because the man literally the worst case scenario come true.

“Everyone does as I say, and no one gets hurt,” he growls. He points his gun at the employee.

A robber. An actual, real-life fucking robber, at four in the morning in a random Subway.

The employee nods her head, shaking as she reaches for the register. The store is dead silent.

Lance giggles.

The robber whips around to face him, icy glare evident even through his black mask. “The fuck are you laughing at!” he screams. He points his gun at the table.

Lance starts to really laugh.

“Lance, you need to shut the fuck up,” Keith hisses.

“I’m sorry,” Lance gasps. He presses his hand to his mouth, desperately trying to muffle himself, but he can’t quite manage. “Dude, I’m so sorry, it’s just – I can’t –”

Hunk realises that Lance is talking to the robber, and not Keith like he originally thought.

“Are you really wearing a black ski mask? Like, was that a real choice you made? With your university hoodie and lululemon leggings, you decided you just couldn’t rob a store without shoving on the mask?”

Pidge is the next to crack up. She bites her lip and hangs her head, but her shoulders shake. She’s laughing just as hard as Lance.

“I’m fucking pointing my gun at you!” the robber shouts. “Don’t laugh at me!”

The robber’s voice cracks as he speaks the last sentence. Hunk is scared out of his mind, seriously, but. But. He can’t quite imagine trying to threaten someone and having his fucking voice crack. He looks at Keith. Keith’s lip twitches.

The rest of the group dissolves into giggles.

“Stop fucking laughing!” the robber roars. It just makes everyone laugh harder. It’s just – there’s something so absurd, about the whole situation. Lance has always joked that no one sleeps at sleepovers because everything is funny at four in the morning, and he’s right. Even their potential murder is just – it’s funny. It’s worth the giggle.

The robber stomps his foot. He’s furious, but he’s also visibly confused. He’s faced with a group of random young adults who refuse to take him seriously, and an employee who’s already left the store, leaving the register locked. He was armed, nameless, he definitely had the upper hand at the beginning of the ordeal, but he’s undeniably losing, now.

Shiro gasps. Tears are streaming down his face. “Oh my God, the fucking voice crack –”

This sets everyone off again. Allura pounds her fist on the table, laughing so hard she can barely breathe. Keith and Lance are leaning on each other, too weak to hold themselves up. Every time any one of them looks at each other they laugh harder. It’s worse if they look at the robber, who’s completely lowered his gun and it staring at them in complete bewilderment.

“I give up,” he says, which makes Hunk snort so hard it hurts, a little. “I – you people are fucking weird. I’ll come back tomorrow, I guess.”

“Cringe fail robber,” Lance chokes out, and Pidge wheezes.

The robber stomps out of the store.

They laugh until the police arrive, and none of them can give their statements with a straight face.

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goblins-riddles-or-frocks · 3 months

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"He has never done anything wrong" is simply false. Just because his actions have reasonings and actually understandable intentions along with more personal and evil ones doesn't absolve him of his actions. The whole thing with that darkling guy was that he had no intentions except evil ones and that is the guy with more nuance? don't make me laugh. its not just about morality, even the worst to worst characters need to have more motivations than power and revenge on repeat.

I think you might want to reread what I said and try again:

I really wouldn’t call Grim (lame ass name ugh) a villain in like how the plot trajectory goes. Like Aster kept calling him a villain in her promo stuff but he… doesn’t do anything to narratively justify that. There’s a big third act betrayal (that makes ZERO SENSE) so he is like objectively fucking awful but he’s also not really framed as such. Like I’m fully waiting for Nightbane to be like “no actually he’s never done anything wrong in his life, in fact he single handedly invented feminism” à la ACOMAF

Anyway, I really should not indulge this anon further, as hilarious as this is. But for general context, one big twist in Lightlark is that pre canon Grim (the Rhysand/obligatory morally grey love interest with the exact same description in every romantasy ever) was convinced that the only way to win their stupid ass tournament thing is for the protagonist Isla to fall in love with Oro (Tamlin). But oh teh noes Isla already loved him! So his plan, framed as a huge sacrifice, was to… wipe all of her memories of him and their relationship without consulting her about it… so that uh.. hopefully? maybe? she’ll fall in love with Oro when the tournament begins. It’s just so precarious and flimsy to begin with!

Meanwhile he completely undercuts his own goals by showing up and immediately diving into terrible banter with her. And taking her out on a date through not!Velaris and randomly… hand feeding her chocolate. The entire book is just cartoonish but he basically takes every single opportunity to flirt with her and there’s at least one make out scene randomly set in an abbey (there is zero established religion in this book!!!!!) that I am glad to have mostly blocked out of my memory. Like he is NOT doing anything to further his own goals of pushing Isla towards Oro.

Isla ends the first book (lmao understandably) furious with Grim and randomly deciding she’s in love with Oro. But the narrative framing is obviously one where Grim made a tragic mistake and/or that his actions are justified if misguided. He’s just so blatantly a Rhysand! I haven’t read the sequel yet but just from the sheer ACOTAR of it all, I’m certain the second book is going to be speedrunning the ACOMAF trajectory where the narrative justifies all of his actions and conveniently forgets anything wrong he may have done.

He’s frankly barely a character, he’s just speedrunning Rhysand tropes. His motivations make no sense and his reasoning is so bizarre! The reason I was saying making him more evil could be more interesting is that, in the completely alien other world where Lightlark is remotely competently written, a scenario that acknowledges what an insane violation it is to like unilaterally decide all this for someone he supposedly loves could be genuinely compelling. If it’s acknowledged as cruelty and having no consideration for the protagonist’s desires and ability to make choices for herself. Also like damn literally all his screen time is just shitty banter and embarrassing angsting about being a monster like please just give me some variety— let alone actual genuine character work.

I don’t even like Rhysand. But his trajectory from ACOTAR to ACOMAF is at least appropriately drawn out. He’s actually framed as genuinely antagonistic and dangerous on introduction, and the points where he does help Feyre in the first book do a good job of very gradually shifting her perspective on him. And when she hates him the narrative at least mostly tries to lean into it. I already felt like ACOMAF was too annoying with its banter and the obvious foregone conclusion of their romance from very early on, where the reader isn’t allowed to come to their own opinions about him. But it’s way more competently done than anything in Lightlark. The relationship has way more time to breathe.

The Darkling meanwhile is a traditional villain who masquerades as the morally ambiguous sad boy love interest for like half of the first book. (But his fandom has never been able to let go of that initial framing rip). His motivations are pretty simple— at the heart of it, he just wants control. There’s depth to how he tries to achieve it. How he tries to present his motivations as much more reasonable and just than they are. He often undercuts himself too, but it comes from a point of deliberate characterization. His arc is one where he’s spiraling due to his waning control of the situation— and the protagonist— and becoming far more volatile and vicious for it. He’s horrible, but like that’s the point lmao

#this is soooo funny #unfortunately I’m too opinionated to not take this chance to talk characterization #a mysterious stranger has appeared #all the bendy punctuations #i ramble sometimes #grishaverse #acotar #lightlark #book talk

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rafesproactiveprettygirl · 1 year

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Chapter 3: Finally free || “The Pogue Prince and Kook Princess” || Series ||

Warnings: Cussing, sexual jokes, stealing, drug and alcohol use, bitchy main character and sorta bitchy JJ, manipulation, toxic relationship, sexual themes, violence (fighting), mentions of blood, smoking

Summary: Some things are done between you and Rafe, but even more things are said with JJ

A/N: not proof read

After splashing the beer on Julia’s face you stormed off back to where JJ was. His hand was balled into a fist over his mouth as he laughed loudly with some other people. Your face burned with anger and you groaned when you saw with wallet was missing. You were so done with the night and just wanted to go home and sleep.

“Where is it?” You grumbled towards JJ. He finally stopped laughing, but kept the same cocky smirk on his face. “Where’s what?” He asked letting his arms fall behind his head. “My purse.” You deadpanned. “I left it here.” He looked down at the spot your purse use to be. “Oh that.” He yawned, clearly not giving a fuck. “Rafe took it.”

“Bullshit.” You spat. “Rafe has been by the bar the whole damn time. I swear to god JJ if you or one of your pogue buddy’s stole it i’m going to-“ He immediately threw his hands up in defense. “Woooah, calm down there sweetheart.” He chuckled. “Rafe took it, I swear. He said you made a little pit stop on the way to give that girl a bath and asked him to get it for you.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “Thanks.” You said as you walked away. JJ eyed you as you stormed off, noticing something was definitely up. You opened your phone and called Topper.

“Hello?”

“Hey Top, you mind if I borrow your car to go home? I’m not feeling well, had a little too much to drink.”

“Yeah of course, me and Sarah will call a ride. Make sure to drink some water.”

“Thanks Top, see you.”

“See ya.”

beep.

You passed by Sarah who was engaging in some mutual flirting with John B, and got the keys before going back to the car and getting in. You started it and drove home, head pounding and eyes drooping.

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Once you got home you noticed a familiar red and white dirt bike parked in front of the door.

Barry.

You made note not to slam the door as to not alert the two you were there. You paced up to the door, you quickly opened it and your chest bubbled with anger at the sight in front of you. Your wallet was right next to a small bag of the familiar white powder, and Rafe was doing lines as Barry watched with a beer in hands.

“Are you fucking serious?!” You yelled slamming the keys on the counter. Rafe and Barry jumped, turning to you. “Oh shit.” Barry whispered, turning to Rafe who’s eyes were wide. You marched over to wear they were sitting and picked up your wallet, scanning the insides and noticed a good portion of it was gone.

You laughed with anger as your eyes welled up with tears and you ran upstairs. “Y/N wait!” Rafe yelled, following you up as he wiped the white powder off his nose and the table.

“And that’s my cue to leave.” Barry whispered getting up and walking out.

You fumbled with the door handle, vision blurry as a couple tears threatened to fall out. You couldn’t tell if they were from anger and betrayal. Just as Rafe got up the stairs you opened your door and threw it open, kicking off your shoes and throwing the wallet on the ground.

Rafe walked in and slowly shut the door behind him. “Baby please listen-“

You immediately whipped around, tears falling now. “No! I’m done listening Rafe. What is wrong with you?”

“I have a problem!” He yelled back, pointing to his chest. “So you steal my money?” You asked in disbelief. “I didn’t steal it! I-I was borrowing it, I was going to pay you back.”

“That’s besides the point Rafe. The point was you’d promised you’d stop with this whole fucking drug shit! I can’t do this anymore Rafe. I can’t watch you do this to yourself Rafe. Not only that, you full on let those girls flirt with you and you even flirted back! Knowing damn well that they did to us. To me.”

“They didn’t do shit to us. You were just insecure about yourself knowing damn well they could easily take me from you.”

You heart dropped. To the fucking floor. You stood there, cheeks stained wet with tears.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“We’re done. Pack your shit and get the fuck out.” You forced out. Rafes eyes softened as he slowly moved closer to you. “Y/N you’re upset, and that’s okay, but let’s not make any decisions we’re going to regret.” You shook your head and backed up to the edge of the bed. “I can’t do this anymore Rafe. He drugs, the fighting, the girls. It’s too much. It’ll be better for both of us.”

“No it won’t. Don’t you understand how much it would hurt me to see you go?”

“Don’t you understand how much it hurts me to stay?” Your voice cracked, a fresh wave of tears rolling down your face. “Don’t make this harder than it already is Rafe. Let’s just end this now. I can deal with my “insecurities” and you can have a girl who will make you happy and watch you hurt yourself.”

“Come on, you’ve just had a rough day. Let’s sit down and talk.” He asked, waving his hand down to the bed. You shook your head and with shaky hands, wiped your tears. You took a deep breath and looked into his blue eyes. The same blue eyes and captivated you.

“I’m going to go for a walk. When I come back I want you gone. I’ll explain everything to Topper, he’ll decide if you can stay or not, considering you don’t get along with your parents.” You replied before walking past him and lightly shoulder-tapping him. You didn’t look at his face as you left, knowing his reaction would hurt more.

You slipped on your brother crocs once you got downstairs and hurriedly walked to the fridge to grab 2 beers and a bottle of wine, you also stole your mom’s cigarettes. You slipped out the back door and headed towards the boats. It was a long and painful walk in the calve area, but it helped you calm down and clear your mind. You careful crawled up the boat and sat down at the same table you and Sarah had the picnic at.

You leaned back and popped the bear open, taking large gulps. You cringed at the taste remembering you hated dark bear and that’s all Topper drank. You set it down and lit a cigarette, letting it burn your lungs. You tilted your head back and blew, watching as the smoke spread in the air. You squinted your eyes slightly as more smoke disappeared and the small stars started to become visible.

“Enjoying yourself?” You hear a deeper voice asked. You jumped slightly and turn your head to see JJ standing on the edge of the boat on one foot, Your eyes widened. “What are you doing here? Get down your going to fall!” You yelped standing up to get a closer look at him. He smirked and tilted his head, “Awh you care about me?” You scoff and role your eyes before slumping back down against your chair.

“No dumbass, if you fall your shoe will scratch the pain. We just got it done.” He chuckled and did a formal bow. “My sincerest apologies, m’lady. Pardon me.” He hopped down and walked over to you. “What are you doing?” You asked bringing the cigarette closer to you. He plucked the bud from your lips and brought it to his, blowing the smoke into your direction.

“Sharing is caring.”

“I didn’t offer.”

“Too bad.”

You rolled your eyes and finished off your beer. “Since your taking my cigarettes might as well take my drinks.” You said picking up the wet bottle and hanging it to him. He took it with a sarcastic smile, “Thanks. I’m just absolutely parched.”

“Yeah no kidding, those drinks you guys made were shit.”

“You could have just gave it to me you know, if it was that bad. You didn’t need to pour it on that girl. Hey, why did you do that anyways?” He said between sips of his drink. You shrugged. “Mutual rivalry. She tried to take my boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend.”

He almost spit his drink out. “Wait, ex? You two broke up?” You sent daggers at him with your eyes. “Why does that surprise you? You act like I can’t be unhappy with my relationships.” He shrugged. “Everyone was expecting to see you two at midsummers. Ya know? You two were lovebirds. Kook princess and kook prince. Though he acts more like a king then prince.”

You laughed slightly as he handed you the cigarette. “Tell me about it.” You mumbled. “So what happened?” He asked poked. You sighed. “Caught him doing lines with his dealer. He took my wallet and used my money.”

“Ah, so you wrongfully accused my “little pogue friends”?” He asked with an teasing look on his face. You rolled your eyes. “You can’t blame me, I had every write to assume it was a pogue. Their dirty, they steal.”

“That’s unfair, you can’t just assume. Sure we live a less, “sophisticated”, lifestyle but pogues don’t steal.” You turn to eye him knowing damn well you’ve caught him red-handed before. He threw his hands up. “Okayokay, most don’t steal. But, don’t classify all pogues are dirty because of one little indecent you had with me.”

“No pogue is as dirty as you Maybank.” You half joked. He sent you a wink and you scrunched up your nose from his attempt to make the joke dirty. Just before you could continue talking you heard Rafes voice from not too far away.

“Had to come find comfort in a pogue, huh Y/N?” You and JJ both jumped up and peered down at and angry Rafe. You groaned. “Rafe I told you to leave.”

“I thought we could talk this out,” He starts before moving his eyes over to JJ. “But clearly I underestimated your decision.” You set the cigarette in the ashtray next to you and finished your beer. You sighed and hopped of the boat to walk over to Rafe. “Rafe I swear it’s not what it looks like, I-“

“Oh really? Because it looks like you were being the same little slut I first met.” He hissed. Your brows furrowed, before you met Rafe you were quite literally the shyest person anyone had ever met. You shook your head and out your face in your palms. You heard JJ hop off the boat and follow behind you.

“Look man, clearly you two have some things to talk about. I’m just gonna go.” He said trying to walk past you before Rafe quickly stepped in front him, grabbing the collar of his grey tank top and pulling him closer to his face. You didn’t get a good look at what JJ had been wearing till just now.

It was a grey, thick strapped tank top that rode just above his hips and showed off his muscular and perfectly tanned arms. You couldn’t lie, JJ looked like he was handcrafted but fucking Gods himself. His bright blue eyes and soft blond locks that swayed softly when he ran on the sand near the beach.

“You’re not leaving asshole, you think you can just take my girl?”JJ grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back but they still stood in each others faces. “She’s all yours dude, but from what I heard,” he started leaning closer to Rafe. “She doesn’t fucking want you.” And with that, Rafe pulled his arm back and slammed it into JJs face. You gasped as JJ fell to the floor.

But it didn’t take long for him to get up and tackle Rafe, wrapping his arms around his Rafe and throwing him down onto the deck. Once both down JJ punched him twice in the face before Rafe grabbed JJs collar once more and kicked him in the stomach. JJ jumped back as you watched in horror. Not knowing what to do you started yelling at them to stop and yelling for help.

Thankfully, Kiara and John B were close and fortunately Sarah was too. John B sprinted over and pushed Rafe off. Them two got into a little pushing match as Kiara ran to JJ to help him up and check his face. Sarah ran up and grabbed Rafe pulling him back. You stormed over to him, pulling John B back and pushing him towards JJ, you turned to Rafe, landing a quick slap across his face.

“What the fuck!” You yelled, face red. You turned to Sarah. “Take him home. To your home. Clean him up and make sure he stays there. He’s not welcomed in my house anymore. I’ll explain everything when you come back, do not listen to him. He’s a liar and thief.”

A look of confusion took over her face but she nodded and shoved Rafe towards the party to look for Topper. You sighed running your hands through your hair and turning back to the others. JJ was sitting back against the boat, holding his stomach as Kiara wiped some of the blood off his face with her shirt.

“He needs help, from a doctor.”

“How are we supposed to explain this to them? His dad will be pissed.”

“Let me help.” You blurted out, causing all of them to look at you in shock. “My aunts a doctor, well nurse. But she’s taught me the basics, I have a first aid kit in the boat. I can help.”

“We don’t need help from a kook, especially not-“

“Kiara it’s the only choice we have.” John B cut her off.

I nodded and looked at Kiara. “Please. This whole thing is my fault. At least let me be worth something.” Kiara finally nodded and stood up. “Where’s the kit?”

I nodded towards the boat. “On the other side there’s two double doors, like Sarahs. Inside i’m the kitchen, the very bottom drawer closest to the fridge.” She nodded and went to go look for it. “I’m gonna go get him some water.” John B said, running off.

I walked over to JJ and leaned into his ear. “This changes nothing, I still hate you.”

“Feelings mutual sweetheart, just give Rafe hell for me.”

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practickles · 1 year

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To Save a Director's Smile

Fandom: Project Sekai

Lee: Rui Kamishiro

Lers: Tsukasa Tenma, Nene Kusanagi, Emu Otori

Written platonic but it's ambiguous enough to be open to interpretation.

Word Ct: 1.5k

Warnings: Tickles, Maybe some slightly guilt tripp-y lauguage? It's entirely a joke though and it's understood as a joke by everyone involved.

This is heavily inspired by that one side story where Tsukasa doesn't let Rui do an idea and he gets all pouty and drags Emu and Nene into it.

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“I’m just saying it won’t work! It’s just unrealistic for what we have to work with,” huffed Tsukasa after yet another one of Rui’s overambitious ideas for a stunt in their newest show. After all, it was his duty as troupe leader to keep everyone reigned in. (And had absolutely nothing to do with the fact Rui’s idea was certain to include some new stunt with Tsukasa as the victim)

“And I’m saying with enough work, we can make it happen! As a troupe, we should be working to improve and push ourselves to be better. How do you expect to become a world star with that kind of attitude?” Rui countered.

“I can’t be any kind of star at all if one of your crazy ideas kills me!” Tsukasa all but yelled.

“Aw,” Rui began, taking on an exaggerated pout, “I just thought you’d want to try something new.”

Tsukasa gave a deep sigh. “Rui. I’m not playing this game with you.”

“What game? I’m being completely serious here. And frankly, I’m offended and heartbroken you would take my sadness with such jest.” His ruse was only betrayed by the mischievous glint in his eyes as he stared down the troupe leader.

“You do this all the time. I know you’re messing with me. You’re just pretending so you can have your way.” Tsukasa ran a frustrated hand through his own hair.

“This level of betrayal? From my beloved leader? I would never do such a thing” Rui gasped. He began to shed (admittedly very convincing) fake tears to truly express his levels of distress at the situation. “Won’t you please please please let me do the stunt? I assure you it would make the whole show. And it would wipe away these tears rolling down my poor, poor, downcast, despairing, and otherwise inconsolable saddened face. I may never smile again without it.”

“Hmm,” Tsukasa began, a slight teasy lilt in his voice that Rui, due in no small part to his own dramatics, failed to notice. “I know it does make you very sad.”

Rui glanced up expectantly, his pouty facade beginning to morph into smugness. He just knew his dear troupe leader couldn’t hold out on him that long.

Tsukasa made a step towards him. “And I just can’t stand seeing you so down.”

Another step. “What a shame it would be if I never got to see that radiant smile again.”

Another step. “After all, our director knows best.”

At last, Rui had won. He didn’t even have to convince the others to join in his sorrow.

Wait.

It couldn’t be this easy, could it? Tsukasa never went down without at least a half-hearted fight, especially when it came to Rui’s stunts. The flattery? And the immediate compliance? Combined with the quickly closing distance between the two, it didn’t make sense.

Another step. Tsukasa was now less than an arm's length from Rui, staring directly in his still teary eyes. “And we all care about you so much.”

“So why don’t we just help you smile again?”

Rui didn’t even have time to process the words before he felt two strong arms swiftly pulling him into a firm, confining hug and two hands spidering up and down his ribs, sending the former into a fit of surprised, giddy laughter.

“AHAHAHATSUKASAA” Rui yelled, squirming fruitlessly in the other man’s arms.

“See? Now you’re laughing that pretty laugh! It wasn’t so hard to get you all cheery again!” Tsukasa said brightly.

“NAHAHA, NOT CHEEEHERY!” The taller of the two only barely managed to gasp out through his screeching and ever reddening face. “EMHUHU, NEHENE, HEHELP ME!”

The girls spectating exchanged twin smiles containing nothing but adoration for their poor, trapped director.

“You know, Emu, I think Rui has a point,” Nene chimed in, “He said it himself, he’s not cheery yet, we should go help him to make sure he feels all better.”

“NOHOHO, NOHOT WHAHAT I MEAHNT,” protested Rui, squirming, growing more furious but equally futile in an attempt to escape his oncoming demise.

Emu let out a small gasp, “I think you’re right, Nene! It would be so mean of us to leave him there suffering! We have to help him smile!”

“DOHON’T YOHOU TWO DARHEHERE” Rui screamed. “STAYHEY BAHACK”

Nene shook her head and clicked her tongue. She began her slow walk towards Rui, Emu excitedly bouncing at her side. Each tap of their shoes on the stage steadily getting closer to him as he knew what was going to happen when they got to him was, in Rui’s opinion, the cruelest form of torture “Poor helpless Rui.” Nene began, having to significantly raise her volume for anyone, much less the source of the noise, to even hear her. “Begging for help but when he gets it, he can’t accept it. So trapped and ticklish and he can’t even do anything about it.” She stood right in front of him, Tsukasa slowing down only so that Rui could hear her over his own laughter. She hovered her hands over all of his worst spots. His ribs, his arms, his hips, and his neck, as if carefully deciding where to strike first. “Hmm, maybe I should go easy on you. After all, the only reason you’re still standing is because Tsukasa is holding you up. We both know you’d be curled up shrieking on the floor without him. I don’t think he could continue to keep you still with much more of your thrashing. But then again, I don’t really mind you taking him to the floor with you.”

“Hey!” Tsukasa reprimanded.

Ignoring him, Nene continued. “Maybe I’ll gooo.. No… maybeee.. No, not there either.” With each new consideration, she hovered her hands over a new spot, sending the already laughing boy into near hysterics.

“Neneeeee,” Emu whined. “Why can we just tickle him alreadyy-”

“Hmmmm,” Nene drew the hum out for a long time, considering her options. “Okay,” She latched her hands onto Rui’s hips and started rapidly squeezing them. Emu quickly joined in by spidering her hands at his neck, making good use of her nails on the sensitive spot.

“Ahh kitchi kitchi coo! Ahh tickle tickley tickle!” Emu teased.

If Rui thought he had it bad before, he was not prepared for the addition of four new hands combined with Emu’s playful words and Nene’s cruel teases. He could barely even make out words anymore, opting for screeches of laughter, occasionally interrupted by calls that sounded vaguely like his troupe member’s names.

True to Nene’s word, he very quickly lost the ability to stand and with Tsukasa’s gentle assistance, crumpled to the ground in ticklish agony. He instinctively squirmed and wiggled, not truly trying to get away and letting himself get lost in his laughter and the feeling of six hands targeting his worst spots. He couldn’t think about anything except just how bad it tickled.

“As fun as this has been, my dear troupe, I think he’s had enough,” Tsukasa pointed out, taking note of Rui’s (now legitimately) teary eyes and very flushed face. Emu and Nene nodded and removed their hands while Tsukasa gradually slowed down to light scribbles and then to gentle rubbing to help what were sure to be horrible tingles.

“AhEhetheh,” Rui tried to make out words but couldn’t get far enough past the fuzzy, ticklish feeling in his brain to say anything intelligible. He curled into himself and just kept giggling himself silly.

“Awwwww! Rui, you’re so cute and giggly! I love your squealies!” Rui somehow blushed even darker at Emu’s complement

“He doesn’t need to be any more flustered, right now Emu.” Nene cut in, “Let’s give him a second and then you can say whatever you want to him.”

“Nohohohoooo,” Rui protested, “Thahahat’s gonahahaha eheehehehehe,” He couldn’t even finish his sentence without the phantom tickles running rampant all over him and impairing his speech.

Tsukasa gently ran his hand through Rui’s messy, purple hair, smiling in adoration as he leaned into the comforting touch. “Shhh, just breathe for now. We’ll listen once you’ve calmed down a bit.”

Nene handed him a cold bottle of water. Rui wasted no time in using Tsukasa to pull himself into a sitting position, and down half of the bottle in one drink.

“Thahank yohohou” Rui weakly giggled. “I lihiked thahaht a lohoht.”

“Well that’s good because I like tickling you a lot!” Emu chirped.

“Yeah, it is kinda fun to be able to get you to shut up.” Nene smiled, no real malice in her words.

“Of course, Rui. Anything to make our director smile.” Tsukasa added.

“Anyhehthing?” Rui asked, the same mischievous glint returning to his eyes.

“Don’t push it,” Tsukasa said with a poke to Rui’s ribs, sending him into yet another giggle fit from the still hypersensitive skin.

“Okahahy, okahay” Rui conceded. “I won't. For now.”

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I'm gonna be honest, this was meant to be a warm up drabble for my Squealing Santa writing. However it got so out of hand, it became my first tickle fic. Hooray!

#project sekai #project sekai tickles #lee!rui #ler!tsukasa #ler!nene #ler!emu #tickling #sfw tickling community #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #emu otori #nene kusanagi

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cosmicgrapevine · 7 months

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Tabby sat with her legs crossed, not daring to move a muscle. They were easily a thousand feet up at the moment. There was really nothing keeping her from falling to her death, other than her own stillness, but she felt safe anyway. Lynd steered, and she wrapped her arms over him, like they were sharing a Harley speeding down an empty highway. “Why do you think he didn’t rat on us?” She asked. “Spite, I imagine. Travis was his captor, not us.” Tabby turned the mirrors over; she was holding them so they wouldn’t slip out of Lynd’s coat. “We should just keep these. Hold them for ransom so Florentino will let you in.” “I would rather not try to extort the most powerful Warden in the country, but…hm. Never mind, I’m surely mistaken.” “No, keep going.” “It’s just…the words he used. I kept mulling them over last night. ‘No power on Earth’. ‘Out of my hands’. And even if a sailor cannot stop the tides, he can navigate them. Wardens choose their words carefully, just like everything else. Perhaps he is saying there is a path, but I must discover it on my own. But if it exists, it will be near impossible to find.” “Let’s say we find it. You make it to Kahoti, what’s first on your list?” “Well…you said Melanie is already attending school again. I would like to join her.” Tabby started laughing, so loud that she worried someone on the ground would hear. “Dude,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye, “You did not risk death for weeks on end just to go to fucking high school, gimme a break. Like, hold out for college, at least.” “Markstepper education is very informal, focused on survival and pragmatics. I know nothing of history or the sciences…I can barely read, surely you have noticed; I learned all those languages by speech alone. And I cannot even drive a car: the whole ride down, I felt so useless. Where else would I learn these things?” “Look, it’d be great if that’s how it worked, just show up and say ‘I need knowledge! Teach me!’ But it’s not. Even if they let you in without an ID and stuff, you’re gonna do things their way. Their classes, their rules, their system. And the other kids…” Tears flew from her lashes again, and not tears of laughter. “They’ll find whatever you hate about yourself and cut you with it until all that’s left is scars. Just for fun, just because they can. I’m sorry, but there’s no way they’ll accept you.” They were close to Kahoti now, its winding streets almost forming a pattern to her eyes, some small piece of Florentino’s Ward, before it slipped away again. What if this is the last time I see Lynd? She thought suddenly. Florentino doesn’t want me here; if Rita pushes him he’ll ship Dad and me back on the next flight out. She couldn’t let that be the last thing she said. “I—I mean, my last school was like that, but maybe this one’s better…” “No, you were right. Idiotic of me to think otherwise. Once I get what I need from the old man, there’s nothing for me here. Try pushing your weight downward; we’re descending soon.” His voice was flat. “There are certain lies Marksteppers tell each other. One is that the civilized world is nothing but panicky cattle who would be slaughtered without our protection. Another is that actually joining that world is the height of dishonor, an unforgivable betrayal of your clan. We beat that into each other until we never forget it. And they must not have beaten me hard enough.” His voice wasn’t flat anymore. “I want to stay.” He said it with a mix of shame and bleak acceptance, like he was confessing to a crime. “You’re the first person I’ve told,” he whispered.

#writing sample #tabby #lynd

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stobotnik-forever · 2 years

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Stobotnik fanfic

The ending is really fluffy guys<333

"STONE," Robotnik barked.

"Hmph? Omp yes, sir," Stone said, spinning around, his mouth full of chocolate.

"Lunch break ended 10 minutes ago! What have you-"The doctor stopped speaking for a moment, mouth pursed into a thin line as he stared at his agent's chocolate covered fingers-"So this is what you've been up to," he mumbled.

Stone swallowed the remnants of the chocolate as quickly as he could, moving to stand in front of the garbage can, and hurriedly wiping the chocolate off his fingers. "S-sorry doctor, I'll get back to work right away!"

Robotnik's brow furrowed. Why is Stone so nervous? He's only eating chocolate but he looks like he's been caught in the act of...well Robotnik wasn't really sure what but he'd be damned if he didn't find out. "Where'd you get that chocolate, agent," he asked, venom creeping into his voice.

"I don't see why such a simple thing should matter to a genius like you. Now come on, we've already wasted enough work time," the shorter man said.

"Just tell me where you got the chocolate and we can get back to work," the doctor growled, moving closer to him.

Stone took a few steps back, running into the trash can behind him, falling over as the contents of the trash can spilled out all over the floor. And that's when Robotnik saw it. The heart shaped box that used to hold the very same chocolates his agent had been eating.

"So that's how it is," Robotnik muttered darkly.

The agent saw where Robotnik was looking. "No wait, doctor, it's not like that," he cried, hurrying to his feet.

The doctor could feel an explosion of emotions welling up inside him like a volcano but the strongest one was the hurt, the betrayal. Stone had been pretending to love him this whole time to get secrets out him all while having someone else he loved, someone he really loved. All the nights Stone probably laughed with another about how gullible Robotnik was....his fists clenched at his side, "Get. Out."

"Wh-what?"

"You heard me," Robotnik hissed bitterly, turning his back to his former boyfriend and storming out.

"I'm not cheating I swear! If you'd just listen, please," Stone yelled, running after him.

"Leave before I order the badniks to incinerate you," the doctor spat. He knew he couldn't go through with it but Stone didn't have to know that, he decided while locking himself away in his lab.

Stone stopped at the lab door, "Agent Kelly gave the box of chocolates to me this morning. I-"Oh please even if I did believe your pathetic little attempt at a cover up-which I don't-you didn't have to accept the gift," the taller man cut in snidely, from the other side of the lab door.

"She's my friend...it would've been rude not to b-but I assure you I made it explicitly clear that I have no interest in her, romantically or otherwise," the agent explained, quickly.

There was a long strech of silence before Robotnik finally asked, "If you insist on sparing the feelings of that lower lifeform then why bring it here? Why not just throw the box of chocolates out once she's out of sight?"

The agent didn't have to think about that long, "Because it's chocolate. Who wouldn't eat free chocolate?"

More silence followed and Stone started to worry the doctor wasn't going to talk to him when the door to the lab slid open. Robotnik stared down at him, eyes still harboring distrust. "So you're not just pretending to love me to get a piece of my genius? There...there really isn't anyone else you genuinely love?"

"No, I'm not pretending, there isn't anyone else I could even imagine loving the way I love you, Ivo," Stone spoke softly, looking up at him with his usual puppy dog smile.

"That's...sappy but believable. Aaaanyway let's get to work, Stone," Robotnik said, holding a hand out to the other man.

Stone looked down at the outstretched hand and his smile only grew, a deliciously lovely warmth spreading through him as he locked fingers with the gloved hand. "Okay, doctor."

#stobotnik fanfic #jealously ig?#stone x robotnik #evil boyfriends forever<333 #dr robotnik #robotnik #dr ivo robotnik #agent stone #stone #gay #wkahsbsoa-ahhh the ending always gets me #srly its soooooooo cute<333

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