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b0xerdancer-writes · 5 months

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It Wasn't Supposed To Happen Like This Part 3

Eris x Rhy's Sister! Reader

Summary: Eris used to be attached at the hip to Rhysand’s younger sister. Now that he has taken over as High Lord of the Autumn Court, his father’s old high table have been pressuring him to take a wife, he comes up with the brilliant lie that hes already courting someone and has been for several years now. Eris asks Rhysand’s little sister, the best way to get away with it and make it believable, to fake court her.

Warnings: Elain and Mor slander (I love Mor but it’s a plot point for later on I promise!), cussing 18+, some nsfw lean but no sex scenes yet, alcohol.

Trope/Prompt: Fake Dating

Word Count: 4,941

Notes: Part 3 is here, bit of a shorter chapter but im happy with where I left it off at, lots of Lucien and Eris bonding this chapter. Enjoy sweet affectionate drunk Eris. Not proofread at all. I posted this on my break. Posted on wrong account earlier oops!

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“You promised me we could go dance when I got back.” Happily intoxicated and finally relaxed, he wrapped his arms around me surrounding me with his scent of firewood and cinnamon.

Lucien gave me an apologetic look from over Eris’s shoulder, as Eris nuzzled into my neck and hummed sweetly. A blush crept to my face at the overly affectionate display from the eldest Vanserra brother. His breath fanned across my collarbone as purred against me and I couldn’t help but feel an ache in my chest wishing for this to be a regular thing that I got to experience, but I was drawn from my spot as the forms of Azriel and Rhys talking with the other reentered Rita’s. I tapped Eris lightly on the shoulder and he made a hum of acknowledgement, his honey amber eyes seeking out my own as he moved to pull me towards the floor.

Just as I moved to stand myself I felt a squeeze of my hand from Mor, who was giving me a look that was a mix of sympathetic and apologetic.

“I..,” she looked down into her lap where her other hand rested. “I never meant to lie, and I never meant for it to get so out of control like it is now. I, just, I’m sorry. I mean it. For what happened.”

I gave her a soft smile and squeezed back, biting back any bitter remarks that echoed in my brain after all these years of holding contempt against her. “Hey, no worries. We all have to do and say things to get by.”

She smiled softly back at me and moved her hand from mine into her lap as she let Eris pull me to the dance floor. She took a sip of wine and her shoulders deflated as Azriel and Rhys slid into the booth with her. Lucien had moved to the bar talking with the bartender there, though I couldn't see if he was ordering another drink or not.

Eris pulled me close to him away from the prying eyes of the inner circle as he put his hands around my waist and tucked me into his chest, a slight rumble echoing there that I could only feel through the music. The music was a slower one then what normally came from the live bands that rotated through, and Eris used it to his advantage as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, a small tilt of curiosity in his voice.

He brought my wrist up to his lips and pressed them to the small tattoo barely bigger than a fingernail. “What kinda deal did you make with her, hmm?”

I moved to cup his face with the same hand he kissed. “You're too far gone to understand the significance of what it means right now if I told you.” I smiled softly, moving to pull him with the music as it began picking up into a faster beat, a new song.

He raised a brow at me with a cocky, sarcastic, yet relaxed look on his face. Mischief danced in his eyes, I’d never get used to how good that looked on him.

“I’m sure even in my haze I’ll understand.” He smirked as he pulled me tight against him, a move that was influenced by a mix of the music and trying to lure me into giving him what he wants; A move I knew all too well, that managed to bring me to my knees everytime.

I sighed as I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down so he could hear me over the pounding music. “It was a deal to get her to stop slandering you so much, I didn;t even think it was going to be a deal. Think she made it so I would understand how much she was sorry for everything she did.”

His eyes twinkled, as a smile bloomed on his face that made him practically glow. He cupped my face with both hands, eyes locking with mine. “You stood up for me again? Made a whole bargain just so I wouldn’t be slandered?”

I nodded and he purred loud enough I could hear it even with the blaring music. My heart skipped a beat as he dropped my face and pressed my body into his, leaning down to whisper into my ear.

“Darling,” he mused “I will never be able to repay you for all the favors you do for me. Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to my temple before he spun me around and pressed my back against his chest with a smirk.

“Plus, when you defended me against Azriel’s words earlier it was pretty hot little fox~.” He purred into my ear, blush crept into my cheeks and I spun out of his hold.

He’s just drunk. There was no meaning behind his words really, just trying to get a rise out of me. “Get it together Eris, quit playing these games of yours.” I rolled my eyes and he let out a childish giggle.

“Okay, Okay fine. You win.” He surrendered but the mischief in his eyes wasn't gone.

He took my hand in his and spun me into him grabbing at my hands to lift me into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. He smiled wickedly at me, cheers erupted around us as the song came to a dramatic close. My eyes scanned the crowd behind Eris, everyone must have been watching us dance, he had managed to pull me into the center of the floor without me realizing.

He smirked at me and I leaned in to whisper into his ear. “Sly fox.”

His hand that supported my weight on my ass was a searing heat against me though he wasnt using any of his power. I jumped from his grasp to pull him into a quick bow. I was going to need several more drinks if this was how the night was going to proceed, sly remarks and lingering touches all masked under the influence of alcohol.

Song after song played and we let eachother lose ourselves in the others' touches and remarks. Fuck it, if this was temporary I was bound and fucking determined to enjoy what attention like this I could get from my mate, even if he didn’t know that little fact he seemed to be enjoying it just as much as I was. Eventually as the night grew later I felt Rhys’s claws against my shields and I greeted him with a grumble for interrupting.

“Heading home, Feyre is starting to miss Nyx. Have fun, but not too much fun. Sorry for earlier I should have stepped in, I know you wouldn’t have let anyone talk about Feyre like that in my absence.” I felt his power rub against my conscience apologetically, it felt sad and remorseful.

“Have a goodnight Rhys, tell Feyre night for me too.” I laughed softly. “Don’t worry Rhys, I'll be good. I wont say it’s okay cause its not and your right but I’ll forgive you brother. I love you, have a goodnight.”

“I will, love you too.” He slipped out of my thoughts with an affectionate caress and my shields slid back into place.

As I returned my attention to Eris he was pouting, brows furrowed as he looked into my eyes. “What’s wrong Eris?”

He let out a huff like a child throwing a tantrum. “Tell Rhys to leave you alone, it's us time.”

I smiled and wanted to laugh at his childish behavior but bit it back as I smoothed out his hair. “Don’t worry you poor thing, he's gone now, he was just apologizing and saying good night.”

He pouted further when I called him a poor thing and it made me smile softly, a warmth blooming in my chest, but once he noticed my full attention was back on him he perked up. We danced for a while longer till the alcohol seemed to lessen from his system and he deflated as he held me close.

“I have to go back to Autumn soon.” He sighed, dropping his forehead to my shoulder.

I couldn’t stand seeing him upset. “Welcome back to the land of the coherent.” I joked trying to cheer him up and I felt him smile against me.

“Thank you, I mean it. You always put me first and I’ll never be able to repay you for all of it.” He mumbled into my shoulder.

I rubbed at his shoulders as he leaned against me for a moment before I began pulling him off the dance floor. “I gotta close out our tab but then we can go relax for a bit before you have to leave, okay?”

He nodded, eyes not glimmering nearly as much as they had been and my heart ached for him. I pulled him with me to the bar, the tender busy making drinks told us it would be a minute before he could get to us. Eris bid his time wrapping his arms around my waist and buried his face in between my shoulders. I held his hands that were firmly clasped around me with one of mine as I finally closed our tab out. He growled under his breath when I made him release me so we could leave the bar and I swatted his hand softly with a giggle.

“You big teddy bear, we do have to leave the bar you know? You wanna go to the house of the wind? Or I actually share an apartment with Lucien in the city we can go there?” I crooned at him and felt him giggle into my shoulder.

“-partment” He cut himself off as he mumbled into my back.

“Wanna winnow or walk?” I rubbed at his forearm softly connecting the freckles that littered his skin.

“Walk, I don't know if I can winnow without getting sick.” He looked up from my shoulder, only his eyes showing over my shoulder. The gold and orange flecks in his amber eyes illuminated by the faelight signs behind the bar advertising the different brands they carried.

My breath caught in my throat as I entwined my hand with his and led him from the bar. He grumbled under his breath as I stepped out of his grasp. “I was comfy.”

I had to fight a giggle. “And I promise you, you can be comfy again when we get to the apartment.”

He mumbled a fine and moved to step in front of me so he could hold the door open for me to pass through. “Fine. I guess that's an acceptable promise then.”

I smiled up at him as I passed and turned around to offer my hand out to him again. A smile crept onto his face but exhaustion was present in his eyes as he entangled his hand in mine.

The walk to the apartment was slow, purposely though, so Eris could postpone having to put that mask back on and return to his court. It would probably be a week till I saw him again, a week for him that would be full of having to strategically put on a mask around his fathers court till he could replace them and build it the way he wanted to.

I felt a tug on my hand as Eris stopped to look out at the mountaintops, where a single shooting star fell and disappeared behind them.

He looked over at me and a soft barely there smile graced his features. “You make a wish?”

I would only ever wish for one thing, felt like if I asked for more then it would be too greedy of me, especially when the mother and the cauldron couldn't even grant me my single wish.

I nodded in response and the softest smile graced his features and his entire body seemed to relax. “So did I.”

I wanted to ask what he wished for but knew there was the superstition about if you told what your wish was that it wouldn’t come true, so I left the question unasked. He took a step back to my side and motioned to the sidewalk ahead of us.

“Ready whenever you are.” He looked down on me and the shop lights caught his eyes making them flicker like fire.

Fuck I wanted to kiss him here and now, but if I did I put everything on the table. I couldn’t lose this so I opted to push the feeling down and it felt like I was going to suffocate as I pulled him towards the apartment again. The rest of the walk was quiet Eris falling into line beside me. Once we made it to the apartment I led him up the stairs to see no lights on, Lucien must still be out then I reasoned.

I pushed the door open, the wards clicking to life and unlocking at my presence. Inside was decorated in a mix of autumn and night colors, mine and Lucien’s safe haven here. The couch was large enough to fit both me, Lucien and one other person, the wood frame was a dark almost black color and the fabric that lined it a deep reddish orange that had reminded me of eris’s hair when we picked it out. A large blanket made of fur was thrown across the back of it, in case me or Lucien passed out there, on one of the 2 throw pillows it came with. Lucien had picked out a reading chair that was a deep emerald green that he’d tucked into a corner by a bookshelf, I knew he picked the color because it reminded him of Tamlin and the Spring Court but said nothing to him. He had a similar blanket to the one on the couch folded on the ottoman that matched the chair, the novel Lucien had been reading before he left for his mission sat bookmarked on top of the blanket.

Plants and candles littered the space, nicknacks reminiscent of Spring and autumn sat on nearly every shelf. A small coffee table separated the couch from the fireplace, on it my own books sat, one a precursor to the one Lucien had been reading and the other a gift from my father when I was younger that talked about constellations and astronomy. As I led Eris inside I could see his eyes sparkle and watched his shoulders completely deflate as he stepped over the boundary, I closed the door behind him and the wards locked into place again.

Eris looked around a second before he found himself standing in front of the fireplace. He squatted down and sparked the fire to life before he stood back up and spotted a small wooden carved figure of a fox sitting regally, it had scratches and tiny dents in the soft wood but it was after all over 500 years old. Eris picked it up and turned it over, his eyes found mine and he looked like he was going to start crying.

“You still have this?” His voice cracked. Fuck.

I nodded. “Of course I do, it was the first gift you ever gave me.”

He had carved that fox for me by the edge of the pond the next time we had visited, it had become our regular spot to go when our fathers were meeting.

He set it back into its spot and wiped his eyes where tears had begun to bubble. I moved to sit on the couch and he took a few shaky steps forward before he dropped to his knees and buried his face in my lap, tears spilling from his eyes. Fuck this was so similar to the day he had been told he was to be engaged to Mor.

I entwined my fingers in his hair, trying to sooth him softly but my own tears were beginning to line my eyes. We sat and he cried in my lap for an hour before he began falling asleep where he sat on the floor with his head on my knees. I couldn’t begin to comprehend why me still having that fox caused him to break like that, I wanted to ask but knew if I pried it would probably cause more pain. Somewhere the voice in my head answered me with the thought “because it shows you actually care. That you've always been there and always will be.”

I noticed his breathing had slowed, only catching here or there and I moved a stray hair behind his ear and he looked up at me, his sorrow filled eyes finding mine.

“You aren’t going back tonight, are you? It's awfully late and I wouldn’t want you to get sick from winnowing.” My voice was barely audible but he shook his head and sniffled softly.

“Then let's go get you into some comfy clothes, yeah?” He nodded and leaned back onto his knees to let me stand.

As I stood I ran my fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes to lean into my touch. Mother save me, even after crying for so long he still managed to look so pretty. I extended my hand out to him and he placed his in mine gently, as he stood his knees popped and he cringed; he had spared them no mercy with the force he collapsed onto them with earlier.

I led him to Lucien’s room, the two had to be a similar size I gathered based on what it looked like when they stood beside each other earlier. An old wooden dresser was tucked into the corner of the younger male’s room and I led eris to sit on the bed as I scrounged through the drawers till I found a pair of sleep pants. I pulled a loose white sleep shirt from the closet and passed them to Eris.

“Go ahead and change, I’m going to slip into some comfy clothes of my own. My rooms right across the hall, when you are done just head to the living room. I’ll make us some tea and we can relax. Okay?” he just nodded as he looked at the clothes and I slipped out of the room, closing the door and stepping into my own room.

I pulled a wine, almost maroon color set of satin pajama set, a tank top and pair of shorts, from my own dresser; quick to change into them I wrapped a matching sleep robe over my shoulders and slipped back out into the hallway. I could see Eris’s shadow on the wall of the hallway, the events of the day catching up to me as I processed everything now that I finally had a moment to breathe softly. I stepped into the kitchen, making us a pot of chamomile tea, drizzling the slightest bit of honey into our cups.

Eris looked at me with the saddest smile as I handed him the cup and he took a sip of it. I put my own cup on the coffee table Eris following suit as he swallowed; he scooted a few inches down before he laid down on the couch, his head on my lap. My fingers found his hair as I watched the fire flicker in the hearth, he had one hand resting right above my knee which he clung to me with as if I would be ripped from his grasp.

After a few minutes his breathing became shallow and I looked down at his sleeping face. He finally looked relaxed, I reached above him to pull the fur blanket onto his frame, and began humming a soft lullaby my father would sing to me when I was upset.

I must have fallen asleep myself, because next thing I know I was woken up by the wards unlocking. As the door was pushed open Lucien stilled in the doorway, eyes wide like he had walked in on something he shouldn’t have. He settled after a second and shut the door behind him softly, wards clicking locked.

“I thought he was going back tonight?” Lucien raised a brow in question.

“He was originally. I offered to bring him back here to relax before he had to go back…” I trailed off

“But?” Lucien brought our cups to the kitchen, sitting them softly in the sink with a clink.

“When we got back, he spotted the little fox he carved me and broke down crying. I mean he was fully on his knees crying into my lap Luci.” I sighed and tucked a stray hair away from Eris’s face.

Lucien hummed in acknowledgement, quickly washing the cups and putting them away. “You know why?”

“No. He didn't say anything once he stopped crying.” I mumbled softly watching the way Eris’s features softened as I stroked his hair back.

Lucien stalked across the living room barely making a sound, besides a creak of a floor board. Leaning back and kicking his feet up onto the ottoman, he threw the blanket over his legs and sat the book on his lap.

“Its because he has realized that after all this time, you still genuinely care about him. That you have never once had a thing against him, never once thought him the terrible male everyone else does. That you still care, always have and always will.” Lucien sighed before he continued. “After all they said tonight, I think it got to him. When we went to the bathroom, he said something that got to me even. It didn’t make sense to me till now.”

I looked up at Lucien who had his head leaned back and was staring at the ceiling. “What did he say?”

His amber eye found mine, something serious in them. “I barely caught it under his breath, probably shouldn’t have even heard it. But he said ‘she's why i’m doing this, she’s why I’ve got to be better, she’s why.’ He was practically chanting it under his breath. I think Azriel’s words got in his head, I know he struggled with feeling he was enough of a good male to still call you his friend. Our father’s abuse broke how he views himself, so under that mask he wears opinions to get to him when it's. It’s a lot for him, it gets to him.”

I nodded, felt the tears line my eyes again but Lucien caught me off before I could say anything. “So when he saw that one little figure, it might be silly to you to see him cry over it but it was proof that even to one person, one person he cares for more than the Prythian itself, that he is none of those things and that someone actually cares, shattered him. Trust me when I say this hun, but he would raze all the courts to the ground if something happened to you, so yeah your opinion of him matters more than anything to him.”

Tears ran down my face slowly. “But why?”

“Why what?”Lucien half smiled.

“Why do I matter so much” I sniffled

“Honestly, I don't know, just do. If I had to guess it's because you have been there since the beginning, since before his life went to shit.” Lucien hummed. “Now stop crying or you’ll wake him up, wipe your cheeks off.”

I wiped my face and nodded quickly. “Can I ask something?” Lucien mused.

I nodded. “Yeah?”

“You emphasized the fact that he was on his knees. Like you had seen it before, what happened last time that made you realize how important the reason for crying was to him, whatever it was?” He returned his gaze to the ceiling.

“It was the woods after he was informed about his engagement to Mor…” I mumbled and looked down to watch how Eris’s fingers clung to my leg.

“Oh.” Lucien hissed.

“He snuck out a bottle of alcohol and we ran off to our spot in the woods. He broke down in my arms, we broke down and cried together.” I sighed “He begged me to not leave him alone in the world.”

Lucien sat up fairly quickly. “He.. He begged you?” Lucien’s eyes both found purchase on me. “He thought you would leave him and he begged you to stay?”

I nodded. “He begged and apologized and we both cried harder than I thought was possible. He asked if I hated him Lucien.” The younger male sucked in the sharp breath.

“What did you say to him?” The redhead murmured to me like it was almost forbidden to say it out loud.

“I promised him that I never have, never could, and never will.” I brushed Eris’s hair out of his face again and he smiled in his sleep and purred against my thigh.

Lucien’s eyes widened as if he realized something that had eluded him for years. “You made a deal with him that you would never be able to hate him… You wouldn't have made that deal unless you knew it couldn’t be broken no matter what. Your mates aren’t you?”

I nodded and Lucien wiped his face with your hands. “He doesn't know does he?”

I shook my head again. “No he doesn't”

Lucien hissed under his breath. “Oh now you two have most definitely worked yourselves into a mess.”

I furrowed my brows. “What do you mean?”

“He loves you, I know that much. For you to matter that much to him he has too. He chose you for this whole fake dating thing for a reason then” Lucien mumbled.

I stilled and cut him off. “He said he chose me because I was the first female that came to mind that he trusted enough to ask to do this.” I hissed.

“The first female,” Lucien hissed back, “Because he is in love with you.”

We both sighed loudly and Lucien turned to me with a soft look in his eyes. “Just don’t let him burn himself out is all I ask. He’s the only other good member of my family, snuck me out to Spring Court, warned me about what they were going to do to Jes.”

I nodded and he stood. “I'm going to go take a bath, have a good night, I’ll see you both in the morning.”

Jesminda came up, after all these years it was still a sore spot for him. Especially after he had seen Elain hanging on Azriel, I was just surprised he brought it up himself. Showed how much Eris truly meant to him, made sense why he cared so much but his wording confused me.

“What do you mean by ‘Don’t let him burn himself out?’ Lucien?” I furrowed my brows in confusion.

Lucien stilled in the archway of the hall, his back still to me as he looked over his shoulder. “I mean he is willing to play with as much fire as it takes to stay close to you even if he burns out in the process. Don’t let him burn out, keep his spark ignited, fan it into a raging forest fire. We both know the capability he has to become one of the best males there is, we both know the only reason he has to do that now is you. He is reforming Autumn for you it seems like. Keep that spark fanned, strike out whoever wants to snuff it. The only thing keeping him burning is you.” Lucien’s mind was racing as he spoke but mine was equally so.

He turned and looked me dead in the eyes, a fire raged deep within them. “Promise me, make a deal with me here and now.”

“What?” I was taken off guard by his tone of voice.

He strode over to me with his hand extended. “Let's make a deal here and now that you will protect him, that you won't let him burn out or let anything bad ever happen to him again. That you’ll chase his terrible thoughts away, just like you did tonight, whenever they become unbearable for him.”

I looked back down at his hand, then back up into his amber and metal eyes. I placed my hand firmly in his. “It's a deal.”

I didn’t want anything from Lucien in exchange, knew we both wanted the same thing here, for Eris to be happy. I knew what my purpose was the second I felt the sting of a new bargain tattoo on my upper right arm. As I pulled back from Lucien and looked to the spot i had felt the sting, I knew that no matter how long it was going to take even if we got into a terrible argument after this arrangement, that I would wait for Eris and be there to chase his fears away, knew the second my eyes locked on the tattoo that perfectly mirrored the wooden fox Eris carved for me all those years ago. In the same spot on Lucien’s shoulder was a constellation in deep red ink.

Lucien smiled at me and returned to the archway calling over his shoulder before he disappeared with a smirk. “Goodnight Sister.”

It felt like my body absorbed all the heat it could from Eris and pushed it right into my face, my heart racing and an ache settled in my chest that was only soothed by Eris’s fingers clinging slightly tighter to me. I settled taking the second throw pillow and putting it behind my head, the least Lucien could have done was give me his blanket before he left, Fuck.

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ihearthes · 5 months

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Christmas Thyme part 1

Author: @ihearthes

Pairing: Harry x Reader Insert (1st person)

Rating: Smut (NSFW, 18+ Only)

Word Count: 2665

‘Tis a week before Christmas, and just as I am preparing to twist the “Open” sign to its “Closed” side, the bell over the door jingles. Inwardly, I groan. Outwardly, I paste on my brightest smile as I pivot towards my (hopefully) final customer of a very long, very exhausting day.

I freeze.

Because standing there in the doorway of my boutique is Harry Styles. THE Harry Styles. You know. As It Was. Watermelon Sugar. Sex on a stick. That last one isn’t a song. Just a description.

“Um, hi,” I mumble, not knowing what else to say, but then I quickly tack on a “How may I help you?”

His eyebrows draw downwards, and he looks around at the merchandise which, after a long day of Saturday sales in the last few frantic days before the most important gift-buying holiday of the year, is scattered everywhere.

I’ve no idea if I want him to decide to leave immediately or if I should beg him to stay and shop. I do neither.

But only because I spot another person on the street outside, pointing at one of the most sought after and most frequently purchased soy candles. She and her friend appear to be heading towards the door, so I summon the last of my energy and lunge for the door ahead of them, pulling the shade while simultaneously rotating the lock. My panicked movements mean I jostle the popstar as he stands nearby.

“Oops! I’m so sorry. I just…”

“Are you open or closed?” He asks, worry etched on his forehead where it peeks out underneath his black beanie. I take him in, recognising his face instantly. With a pair of joggers, he wears a black Pleasing crewneck, and I’m briefly jealous of how cosy it looks. I wouldn’t mind snuggling close – to the crewneck, of course.

I am, after all, a competent businesswoman. Pfft. Okay, I’m trying to be one.

“We’re closed now, but if you don’t have much to shop for, you’re welcome to look around while I tidy up in preparation for Tuesday’s maniacal clientele.

He grunts, and I assume it’s affirmation that he’d like to look around, so I nod. “Are you looking for something in particular? Or shopping for a certain someone?” Wracking my brain, I attempt to recall if he’s currently dating anyone, but I’ve no idea. Since opening up my pop up last month, I’d not had time to do much more than work daily until exhaustion forces me to crawl into bed with a heating pad on my back and warm peppermint compresses on my feet.

“Just looking…” He smiles, and I’m nearly blinded by the left dimple.

Holy shit. No wonder he’s so popular.

I have the silly idea that I should sniff him. It would be easy to make a tonne of money from bottling his scent and selling it. Then I would have enough money to set up a permanent shop to sell my organic candles, soaps, and lotions.

Resisting only because I have managed to maintain some self-respect after being yelled at and cursed at by customers all day long, I decide to provide him some privacy.

“Absolutely. Let me know if you have any questions.”

He nods once, and I swear my insides melt into a puddle like Frosty the Snowman when the sun has come out.

Stepping to the counter, I fiddle with the sound system, turning off the grating holiday tunes that permeate the atmosphere this time of year and sliding instead into some soothing jazz from Alfa Mist. As soon as the first song starts playing, Harry’s head whips around and he stares in my direction.

“Excellent choice.” His voice is gravelly and kind with a bit of surprise in it.

“It’s the kind of music I prefer,” I shrug, not knowing what else to say.

“Me too.”

It’s such a surprising thing for him to say that I do my own double take, but he’s returned already to smelling the candles on the wall display.

Shrugging, I move to the first shelves to the right of the register, straightening products, and making mental notes of what I need to restock. When I move to the next set of shelves, though, it’s clear that a mental note isn’t going to be of any help. There are simply too many hand lotions, soaps, and other products that need to be replaced. Sighing, I move behind the counter again, withdrawing a pad of paper. Quickly, I jot down what I need to replace on the first two shelves.

Turning my head, I see that Harry has barely finished sniffing one shelf of candles. “Um…” He glances up at my utterance. “...would you mind if I stepped into the back to grab some more stock?”

“Whatever you need to do.” His voice is so silky that I could easily wear it and nothing else against my skin forever.

In the small stockroom, I remove my shoes, wiggling my toes that have been screaming at me for the last two hours. Grabbing a basket I keep for just this purpose, I fill it with the items on my list before stepping back onto the main floor. The coolness of the tiles under my toes is soothing, and I sigh at the pleasure of it on my hot skin. Quickly, I restock the first two shelves, giving my feet a workout as I have to rise onto my toes multiple times. My knees also get to practise squatting so I can place items on the bottom shelf.

After I slide my protesting feet back into my shoes, I sneak a peek to check on Harry. He’s moved on to the next set of shelves, opening the sample shampoos and smelling them one by one.

At this rate, he’ll be here another hour at least.

Surveying the third set of shelves, I jot down the merchandise I need to pull from the back for this one. It’s the shelf of eye compresses I’ve made that include differing herbs to soothe the skin around the eyes and quiet the mind. With a quick glance at Harry, I return to the storeroom, trying to recall where I’d placed the box holding more eye compresses.

Spying it on a higher shelf, hiding behind a box of the scented rice neck pillows I’d designed to be heated and worn next to the skin, I stand on my tiptoes in order to reach. Just — one — more — inch — CRASH! Both boxes clatter to the ground, the sides splitting open on the box holding the neck pillows, and I sigh.

“Are you okay?”

His voice startles me, and I jump like that time I’d been forced to watch a horror movie by my previous boyfriend. The arsehole.

Placing my hand on my chest to calm my pounding heart, I smile at where his head has emerged through the curtain separating the sales floor and stockroom.

“Thank you for checking on me. I’m okay. Just knocked off a couple of boxes.”

“Shit. That looks annoying. Let me help.” He muscles his way past the curtain, assisting me by setting the box right side up. I locate the roll of packing tape I’d used earlier to package some items for a customer who wanted them delivered, handing the tape to Harry as he repairs the box. “I’m Harry.” His introduction is endearing, and I share my name too.

“No one else working tonight?” His hushed tones do things to my body that are inappropriate for work.

“No one else is working ever. It’s my shop, and I couldn’t afford to pay for help this year.”

“Damn. How do you manage?”

“Well, I take it slow on nights like this with the restocking and tidying because I know I’ll get the next two days to soak my feet and relax.”

“But how do you do it during the day with all the customers?”

“I think that’s clear from the state of the front. I muddle through.” My shrug is intended to communicate that there’s no real answer to that question.

“Can I help?”

“YOU?” I yelp, clamping both hands over my mouth at my shriek.

“Why not me?”

“Um, cause you’re Harry Styles.”

When he smiles this time, his eye crinkles come into focus, and I’m lost in him. I could stare at those crows’ feet all night, I think.

“And that means I can’t help?”

“It means that you probably have plenty of plans that don’t include stocking shelves.”

“Hmmm… tonight, I actually do not have plans. My sister and I were supposed to shop for our mum, and then my sister ended up ill, so…” Trailing off, he raises both hands to the side in imitation of a shrug. “You can pay me by helping me choose gifts for my mum and my sister. And my manager’s wife. And maybe the wives of my friends.”

“That’s silly. I’d help you with that for free.”

“Ah, well then, you can take me out to dinner after we’re done.”

My jaw drops. Dinner with Harry Styles?

Is he asking me out on a date?

“Just as repayment, right?” I ask.

“For starters,” he smirks, and my panties become uncomfortable as I rub my legs together. “I’ll take these boxes out front.” Bending his knees, he picks up the box of neck pillows with the box of eye compresses on top. Striding through the curtain, he drops the boxes on the floor and immediately starts artfully arranging the merchandise. Occasionally, he brings a pillow to his nose and breathes in deeply.

Mesmerised, I watch from the door to the store room. After a few minutes, he removes his coat, carefully draping it over the counter, smiling at me as I straighten the bottles of lotion on the table, ensuring that the rosemary mint doesn’t get mixed up with the rosemary thyme. It’s easy to get them confused as the labels are similar.

“How long did it take you to prepare all of this?” Harry asks, his hand encompassing the entire shop.

“All year. My dad –” I pause as emotion invades my throat, layering it with sorrow. Finally, I swallow, clearing the grief. “My dad was ill for the last couple of years, so I quit my job to move in and take care of him. I started growing the herbs in his garden. And then I needed something to do with all of the herbs I grew, so I started making soaps and selling them at the local farmer’s market. Demand was swift, and I’ve been expanding the line for the last eight months or so.”

“That’s amazing!” His face has lit up like the Christmas tree that’s in the corner of the shop, and his grin takes over his entire countenance. “And how’s your dad doing now?”

I wince. “He actually died in July.”

“Oh. I’m sorry for your loss.”

My watery smile hopefully conveys my gratitude. “He was ready to go. At least that’s what he told me. And I needed a project after his death to keep me busy while I cleaned out the house and prepared to sell it.”

“Sell it? Why?”

Moving to the next table, I straighten the bars of soap. Wiping a tear from my eye, I answer his question. “Too many memories. I’ve had a lot of loss in my life, and now I’m the only one left in my immediate family. So when I’m in the house, all I can see are the people no longer with me.”

“That must be hard.” His hand rests on my shoulder, and I’m startled because I hadn’t realised he’d approached.

“It’s life. Lucky for me, I have my dreams to keep me going.”

“Dreams of expanding beyond a popup shop at the holidays?”

“Something like that,” I nod.

“Sounds lovely. Listen, I’m done with these shelves, and those over there look pretty good. I, um, straightened them earlier when I was testing the product. Is there a broom so I can sweep up?”

Astonished, I blink at him. “No. No. No. I draw the line at having a number one pop musician sweep my floor.”

He giggles, his laugh growing until he’s slapping his knee, his full body moving with glee as he heartily releases his mirth. “So if I were the number one classical musician or number one jazz musician or number one country musician, you’d be okay with me cleaning the floor?”

Seeing the humour in my comment, I laugh along with him. “Okay. Okay. You’ve found me out. Only pop musicians aren’t allowed to sweep up. Everyone else is fair game.”

Bopping me on the nose, he grins. “Good thing I’m not a number one pop musician tonight. I’m just a customer who is quite taken with your goods.”

And the way he rakes his eyes over my body lets me know that he’s not talking about the merchandise on the shelves.

Dammit. Why don’t I keep a pair of spare knickers in my bag in case I run into the handsomest man alive? Because the ones I’m wearing right now are ruined.

Sticking his head through the curtain and peering into the back, he joyfully exclaims, “There it is!” Seconds later, he’s pushing the broom around the shop floor, and I am both pleased and appalled.

Reluctant to let him do all the work, I watch him and squirm. Using the broom as a partner, he dances to the music, and I can’t help the giggle that escapes.

“I remember when you couldn’t dance at all,” I reveal, then clamp my hands over my mouth at my rudeness.

“Some would say I still can’t.”

“Screw ‘em.” I grin. “Listen, I’m about to count up the money for a night deposit. Are you planning to pay with cash or credit?”

Wincing, he bites his lip, resting his arm on top of the broom handle. “Oh yeah. I was having so much fun that I forgot I was here to shop.” He looks around at the merchandise. “You’re taking me out for dinner, right?” One eyebrow raises while the other stays in place. It’s a talent not many have.

“I believe that was the deal in exchange for your labour.”

“Then let’s eat first. I can tell you about those I need to shop for, and you can decide what would be most fitting for each.”

“Hmmm…” I tease, “Are you trying to get out of buying products from me?”

“Nope,” he grins, stepping closer to me. “Trying to let you get to know me more.”

“Who's to say I don’t already know everything about you?”

“Ah, I see.” The expression on Harry’s face is smug. “You wanna have a quiz? Find out what exactly you know and don’t know?”

“Sure,” I smile, “but somehow I’m not sure I trust you. You could easily say all of my answers are wrong, and I wouldn’t be able to contradict you.”

“Let’s start. What colour are my eyes?”

“Are you taking the piss? They’re green. That one’s easy ‘cause I can see them.”

“Okay, okay. You got one right. What colour are my lips?”

Which of course drags my eyes right to the body part in question. And they look lush. Soft. Slightly chapped, but not enough to keep me from…

Shit. I’ve gotten lost in staring at his lips.

“I didn’t hear your answer.”

My tongue dips out to lick my own lips, and he steps closer, his eyes locked on my tongue. Shaking my head, I dart my gaze back to his eyes, and I can feel his breath on my cheek. Leaning forward, he reaches his arm to my left, and I briefly wonder if he’s going to wrap his arm around my waist and haul me to him for a snogging session.

Which is when he grabs his coat from the counter.

“Let’s count the money so you can make your deposit. I’m getting hungry.”

Really? I'm experiencing a powerful thirst.

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Hazbin Hotel would be so much more interesting if charlie’s naïveté and surface-level kindness were treated as the actual flaws they are and didn’t work. Heads up, this kinda just turned into a text wall of charlie neg and ranting so don’t read if you don’t want to see that.

How she currently is, she just doesn’t make that much sense in the setting. I’ve seen ppl say that charlie is a fresh take and contrasts the edginess, but I just don’t see how she is possible. You’re telling me she’s been in hell for 200 yrs but still has this childish and naive personality, is still disgusted by the sinners being cannibalistic, violent, and even just horny, and is so detached from those she calls “her people”? She was born in hell, shouldn’t that make her more used to the sinners’ depravity and not less? She doesn’t seem to have a good grasp on what the sinners want or how they behave. It would make more sense if the show leaned into the toxic positivity white savior nepo baby angle (or rather, actually portrayed it as a *bad* thing) and rather than naïveté, her ignorance was out of self-centeredness and/or lack of true empathy for the other sinners. She would be more interesting as a character too imo.

She looks down on the other sinners (and honestly so does the show?? When she’s showing lucifer around and introduces him to her friends, they’re framed as unappealing as a joke… these are the characters the audience is also supposed to care about.. and many of the bg chars, such as the cannibal town residents, are portrayed as simple-minded brutes), there’s a lot of condescending “….ooookay” type of lines and she constantly has to think of nice ways to frame the clearly negative things she thinks about others. So why does she want to save them so much? The more reasonable explanation is a sense of white savior-ness than actually caring about them.

She’s eager to excuse whatever sir pentious did (which I’m assuming she doesn’t know?) and let him in, despite how he makes the other residents (including her own gf!) uncomfortable. And yes I say excuse, because she never inquires about his past sins or discussed him repenting. It seems to start with sorry, but also end with sorry too. This could’ve been made interesting if she simultaneously looked down on but also excused all sorts of heinous acts. Like val is the most openly manipulative and scummy character, he licks her arm, and yet she’s still apologetic about ruining things (Side note, if she’s genuinely apologetic, then she’s actually an idiot because why is she talking to the boom-mic employee *while they’re filming???*).

She doesn’t know what she’s doing and has no concrete plan but gets incredulous at ppl who don’t blindly trust her. Angel has to leave in ep 4 and she gets SO frustrated over it, like you seriously expect everyone to drop all of their other commitments for you? She has her webster definition notecards for the meeting with heaven and has to improvise and rely on angel being good at the club but she gets mad that lucifer isn’t 100% behind her plan?

Also, trust falls? Really? Then she goes “why isn’t this working? We’ve tried everything!” But on that note, the actual episode portrayal is kinda exactly what I’m going for. Not only do the trust falls not work, charlie says, “I love all of you so much,” pulls her puppy eyes, and only vaggie catches her. It’s surface level and shallow, and does not win anyone else over.

In contrast, vaggie’s attempt at building trust, throwing everyone into a battle, *actually works* (despite vaggie only being in hell for 3 years and being heaven-born, she already knows how things work better than charlie!) and yet charlie talks about it as though it already failed. She says “we work best as a team,” with the underlying message being “I can’t trust you to do things on your own.”

If she was waiting so long to reconnect with lucifer, then why hasn’t she called him in years?? Altho I’m currently rotating lucifer in my brain so I might be a bit biased

“If angels can do whatever and stay in the sky” they can’t?? Your dad is RIGHT there. I. What

She has a power dynamic with every other character except lucifer since she has her demon powers, not to mention she’s giving them a place to stay. When vaggie says she appreciates that charlie doesn’t use her powers, charlie doesn’t say “it wouldn’t be right,” she says it would be too *mean.* But if someone pushes her buttons, who’s to say they wouldn’t slip out (see her flip on a dime after val hits angel. Obv it’s justified in this case, but it shows that she’s willing to use her powers on sinners)? Again, it would be interesting if the show actually leaned into this angle. Imagine if she put on a nice front, never swore, seemed genuinely touching and understanding, but the second someone annoys her she annihilates them and becomes threatening and violent. Then she turns around and is nice again. Too much like alastor? idk

Also, many characters refer to her by calling her lucifer’s daughter, so clearly ppl know that if they cross her they’ll face his wrath by proxy (this also fits in thematically with what lute tells her in the first episode, that she’s exempt from the exterminations bc nepotism privilege). So realistically, everyone else would be a bunch of sucking-up yes-men bc they’re afraid of her. Which they kind of are when push comes to shove?

At first, she doesn’t help at all during the war and lets everyone else fight for her. Doesn’t want to get her hands dirty ig, even though all of this was caused by her in the first place. She only starts fighting at vaggie’s urging.

Like husk points out, every meeting charlie has with the angels makes things worse for all the sinners. Despite lucifer’s warnings that the meeting with heaven won’t work, and against vaggie saying to calm down, charlie basically picks a fight with heaven at the risk of *everyone else EXCEPT HER.*

What were charlie and lilith doing to stop the exterminations before lilith took her 7 year leave? Hell, what was charlie doing during those 7 years? Why does she have 0 connections outside of vaggie, who she only met 3 yrs ago? Why does she have to introduce herself to rosie, rather than her already knowing her name?

Also in ep 7 she says to alastor “I can’t believe how you can do exactly what you told me you would do!” (standing by and watching everyone fail at redemption) almost like she wasn’t paying attention to him at all.

“Why would vaggie hide that she was an exterminator” -> Rosie asks “how did that make you feel?” “It made me mad and doubt if she loves me” like I get it, it was a betrayal, but IS she stupid

Ready For This is charlie manipulating a town of ppl to join the army. Her pitch includes “on the way to the hotel the scenery is nice and you can make friends :3” and “have you ever wanted to die for a cause? Notably I myself am spared from being killed but uh that’s your problem.” Alastor pipes in that you can eat the angels and that’s what actually moves the crowd, because he understands them.

Her perspective on violence and where she chooses to draw the line is really confusing. Why does she care about sinners being violent to each other if they’ll just respawn? She stops alastor from beating up sir pentious at an arbitrary point, but is fine with him eating and presumably killing the gangsters who come after mimzy. (Edit: forgot to point out yet another example, that she was fine with vaggie tossing sir pentious and angel off the balcony but stops her from tossing niffty as well for no reason.) Why is she so apologetic to the angels actively killing sinners but was distraught over vaggie having partaken? Why was she opposed to the CANNIBALS being eager to eat the angels and saying “idk, they seem kinda murder-y” WHAT. What? I’m struggling to even begin to describe how ignorant that is during a WAR. What did she think was going to happen, that she wouldn’t have to fight anyone herself? Why did she stop her dad from killing Adam but doesn’t react strongly to Niffty finishing the job? If it mattered so much to her, the lack of reaction seems strange to me.

Isn’t it just so poetic that her weapon in the war is a shield that she uses exclusively on herself, which she hardly even needs due to her contractual immunity?

Why doesn’t she think to use her powers to build and maintain the hotel? That doesn’t require any violence or domineering. Yet when lucifer comes over it’s run-down and falling apart. Or ask lucifer to help her build it? She was concerned that asking for the meeting with heaven was such a big ask—why not start with this small thing? Father-daughter bonding.

Why does the show end w lucifer + the sinners congratulating her, and in particular, rebuilding the hotel? Hell doesn’t know that sir pentious got redeemed, so from their pov charlie’s idea didn’t work at all.

Can you tell that I’m writing this while I’m rewatching the show?

Aaand that’s that. Her char has always come off to me as somewhat condescending/fake, but I keep finding more and more things to dislike about the way she’s been written. Unfortunate. Honestly tho I might enjoy watching her more if I read her through this lens. You could probably write a similar post for most/all other chars in the show, limited only by the amount of screentime they get lmao

#ps it would have made a bit too much sense for the character fucking named ANGEL to be redeemed at the end of the season #he was the one charlie was making her entire case about in ep 6 #like sir pentious was never brought up #and angel was one of the ogs of the hotel #and had ep 4 #but ig the show thought better of it #rewatching the pilot and angel would’ve been so much more interesting ;u; he’s so one-note now…#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel #meta #charlie morningstar neg #honestly with lucifer as my blorbo I probably shouldn’t be shittalking charlie #he’d annihilate me #sorry man I just want your daughter to have a bit more confidence… yeah that’s it #.txt

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STEVE + ARGYLE + READER, afternoon palm tree delight

Warnings: absolutely filthy smut (18+ only, minors DNI), voyeurism?, public sex, drug use, fingering, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up), male masturbation, pet names

WC: 1.5k

A/N: Ziggy didn't give me a place in this ask, so I asked her privately and she said the Wheeler basement. So that's where it came from.

“Forty-seven, forty-eight—shit, babe, you totally made me lose count!” Argyle groans as you tug gently on his hair to get his attention.

You roll your eyes. “You were counting the wood panels on the wall, not performing brain surgery.” Your sarcasm garners a laugh from Steve, and Argyle flips you both off. “I was gonna ask you to pass me a joint,” you continue, pulling out your lime green lighter. It’s been a long day, and you could really use some Purple Palm Tree Delight.

Your boyfriend wrinkles his nose. “Won’t the Wheelers get mad if we smoke in their basement?”

“Doubtful,” you scoff. “Nancy told me that Mike once hid a girl down here for, like, weeks. Their parents were oblivious.” You stretch out your hand as he takes the joint from behind his ear and places it in your palm. “Thank you!” you trill, pressing a kiss to his cheek and lighting up.

“Speaking of Nancy,” Steve interjects, rubbing his palms on his jeans, “do we have an ETA for her, or…?”

“Emergency newspaper club meeting,” you tell him. “But I’m surprised you didn’t already know that, loverboy,” you tease, inhaling and passing to him. He looks at it before taking a hit, shooting you a puzzled look.

“Don’t try to act coy with us, Harrington,” Argyle laughs, plucking the joint from Steve’s fingers and placing it between his own lips. “You’re gonna sit here and say you’re helping your ex-girlfriend plan a surprise party for her boyfriend out of the goodness of your heart.”

“Yeah, okay, sure,” Steve mumbles, breaking the puff-puff-pass rotation and taking the joint before you can. “Yup, I’m still in love with Nancy.”

You lean over to snatch it back from him, and he gets a perfect view of your cleavage peeking from your tank top. “Wait your turn!” you scold him, but you’re smiling as you say it.

“Aw, c’mon, princesa,” Argyle nuzzles into you, already feeling the effects from the weed, “cut him some slack. It’s exhausting pining over Nancy all day.” He kisses your neck and snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. He always gets extra frisky when he’s high.

“Ugh, enough with the PDA!” Steve grumbles as you and Argyle shotgun smoke into each other’s mouths. “Seriously, I’ll leave right now.”

“Someone wishes he was doing this with Nancy Wheeler,” you giggle, only interrupted by your boyfriend nibbling on your earlobe.

“I don’t want Nancy!” Steve shouts a bit too loudly, startling you. “I’m just being a good friend. That’s all.”

“Bullshit,” you retort. “You love her. Why else would you always offer to drive us to work, when the mall is out of your way? Or bring us coffee when you know we have an early shift? Or how you come to all of my volleyball games,

because she’s the one who reports on girls’ sports?”

A deep blush sets into Steve’s cheeks, and Argyle adjusts his position to sit up straighter. “Uh, babe?” he starts. “I don’t think Steve wants to be with Nancy. I think he wants to be with…you.”

“Oh my God!” Steve buries his head in his hands. “Tell me this is a bad dream, and I’m gonna wake up any second now.”

“Wait, seriously?” Your eyes widen. “Dude, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Yeah, man,” Argyle says smugly. “You know we’re always down for a third.”

Steve shakes his head. “Nah, I’d feel too weird…like, touching your girl, y’know?”

There’s a brief silence before you have an idea. “So don’t touch me,” you grin mischievously. “You tell Argyle what you want him to do to me, and he’ll do it. And you’ll only be touching yourself.” You bite your lower lip; you’re already getting wet at the idea of Steve watching you.

“O-Okay,” Steve stammers, swallowing thickly. “If it’s cool with you guys.” He feels his jeans tightening around his crotch.

“‘S cool with me,” Argyle chimes in. “What about you, princesa?”

You nod, climbing onto your boyfriend’s lap and straddling his waist. “Whenever you’re ready, Stevie.”

Steve already looks flustered, but he manages to tell Argyle to kiss you. Your boyfriend chastely presses his lips to your cheek, purposely ornery. “Like that?” he goads Steve.

“No, fuckin’…kiss her, man. Kiss her like you wanna fuck her.” His animalistic side is starting to show, but you barely have time to enjoy it before Argyle’s tongue parts your lips. You moan into it, and Steve palms himself over his jeans.

“You like her pretty little sounds?” Argyle instigates, chuckling as Steve nods weakly. “There’s plenty more where that came from, Big Boy. Keep going. And, uh, make yourself more comfortable.”

Steve unbuttons his pants obediently, tugging them down along with his boxers. He takes his hard cock in his hand and spits on it. “Is she wet?” he asks.

Argyle slips his hand under your skirt, bunching up the material and running a thick finger over your panties. “Soaked.”

“Shit,” Steve breathes, using his saliva as lube and pumping slowly. “Rub her clit. Make her feel good.”

“You got it, boss.” Argyle takes your lace thong off and tosses it to Steve. “A little souvenir,” he says with a wink, bringing his attention back to your pussy.

“Touch me, please,” you beg. “Need your fingers.” He obliges, circling your sensitive bundle with the pad of his middle finger. “S-So good, babe. Right there. I’m gonna…” You grind your hips as he quickens his pace. You feel your orgasm creep up on you, just within reach—

“Stop!” Steve cries out; you and Argyle freeze. “Don’t let her cum yet. Make her work for it. Need to hear her fuckin’ scream.” He’s put your panties over his cock, thrusting into them as he gives instructions. “Go nice and slow.” Argyle complies, and your pathetic whimper only turns both men on more. “Thassit. Now, put one finger in her. Not too fast, though.”

Your fingertips dig into Argyle’s shoulders as you bounce on his thick digit, desperate for some sensory input. Steve notices, clearing his throat in disapproval. “Hey, Cheech,” he calls out, “our girl’s getting greedy. Better put her in her place.”

“Oh, she’s our girl now, Harrington?” Argyle smirks, tilting your chin so your eyes meet his. “You heard him, princesa. Only take what I give you.”

“Y-Yes sir,” you whine, silently praying that he’ll slide another finger inside you.

After a few agonizing minutes that feel like hours, you hear Steve finally mutter, “‘M close. Pull out–fuck–all the stops.” His fist flies over his erection, groaning as the fabric from your panties adds friction. “Wanna see her ride you.”

You couldn’t be more grateful as you pull your boyfriend’s cock out of his pants, grazing it along your wet folds. “Someone’s eager,” he teases lightly, but you have no patience to think of a witty comeback. Instead, you line him up with your wanting cunt, hissing gently as he stretches you.

“T-Tell me how she feels,” Steve pleads. A bead of sweat trickles down from his forehead. “Bet she feels perfect, huh? Bet our girl always feels s’perfect.”

“She’s so fuckin’ tight, dude,” Argyle agrees, throwing his head back as you grind down, allowing his length to hit every square inch of your walls. “Got the tightest little pussy; makes me cum in seconds.”

“Baby?” you squeak out, and both Argyle and Steve turn their attention to you. “C-Can I cum now? Please?” Argyle looks at Steve for approval, and he manages a nod. With that, Argyle pins your thighs against him as he pistons harder and faster, spilling into you as you finish all over his cock. Steve’s panting breaths echo around the room as he cums in your already ruined panties.

“Holy shit,” he says to no one in particular. “That was–wow. Didn’t know I was into that,” he adds with a chuckle. He cleans himself off with the lace, and Argyle reaches for the tissue box to wipe his own cum from you. “Wait–I wanna see. If…if that’s okay?” He realizes that he’s just asked, his ears tinging pink with embarrassment.

Argyle waits for your consent, which you give enthusiastically. “Just no touching,” he warns him, and his possessiveness makes you wet all over again.

Steve nods, feeling his cock twitch up as he watches Argyle’s load drip out of your pussy. He’s speechless for a moment, mumbling, “Clean her up before I get hard again,” tucking your thong into his back pocket.

You’re about to argue that that might not be a bad thing when you hear Nancy’s voice call out to her parents that she’s home. “Shit!” You tug down your bunched-up skirt as Argyle quickly cleans up. You’re all trying to act casual as Nancy bounds down the stairs, crinkling her nose. “Were you guys smoking down here?”

“Mhm, yeah, sorry,” Argyle blurts out. “Won’t happen again.”

Nancy narrows her eyes suspiciously. “Did I miss something?”

“Absolutely not,” you chirp too enthusiastically, and the two boys nod in agreement.

Steve stands up suddenly, perspiration still clinging to his face. “I, uh, gotta pee,” he says lamely, but as he walks to the bathroom, your panties fall out of his pocket.

“Is that–” Nancy starts, shaking her head. “Actually, I don’t wanna know.”

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tabithatwo · 1 year

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I used to be a firm antler queen is a rotating position believer and I often thought it was the girl slated to be the next sacrifice being honored before her turn but every day I get more and more convinced that the antler queen isn’t any of them. Vanity fairs article about Jackie potentially being the antler queen started it rattling around in my brain (I don’t necessarily think it’s her or a figure of her, that theory just kicked off the concept of a Not Them antler queen). Now if you read the death and near death dreams as “it” manifesting as imitations of them, we see the wilderness guiding them where it wants them, taking sacrifices as it pleases without their input or a system to speak of. Eventually we know they do come up with their own system for the sacrifices, like they learn it’s rules enough to meet its requirements with intention or bargain with it or something along those lines. These Paul moments Ben has with the flickering, those can’t be nothing. I’m sorry but while it’s possible they’re really deep diving THAT hard into his delusions or fantasies, I find it really unlikely with the weird specifics embedded in them. Odd language, flickering tape screen, the transformation of the cabin, the way they seem to be pushing him somewhere. And he DOES keep getting framed with antlers. As has Lottie, the most obviously, and Jackie in her death dream. The framing of Lottie might not be framing her As Antler Queen, but as very intertwined with the wilderness. Ben seems to be an object of its interest too now, if we take the Paul scenes to be something more than his mind wandering. Jackie was framed with them as she took the hot chocolate (and her physical body was later integral to their survival which feels relevant to me too). With the antler queen BEING Lottie’s therapist in 2x07, I’m really starting to think it’s potentially projection of the wilderness. Like…they’re offering their sacrifice to some more literal physical projection of it somehow. Whether it’s viewed as mass hallucination or only one of them can see it and the rest play along or it’s a turn into the explicitly supernatural. I just really think these death dreams are a tangible supernatural realm, with Travis saying they could communicate with “it” when they’re near death. So maybe it comes out in other ways out there. I’m not saying I like this or hope for it or think it’s likely, because I’m not sure how I feel about it and so much is dependent on where the show goes, but it’s a possibility that went from nowhere on my radar to buzzing around my brain at warp speed, especially after 2x07. ANYWAY this is what the inside of my brain looks like at midnight after a really terrible day lol cheers to yellowjackets huperfixation taking the edge off I guess!

#this is potentially and probably very off base but I haven’t seen it discussed much as a possibility and it’s currently making me feel crazy #like imagine they have the garment hanging there and the hair woven in and everything and just sometimes…a Body Fills It #they look around like if I’m here and you’re there and everyone else is over there who’s driving the ritual sacrifice??#an old god trickster god takes human ish form god baby!#this show has taken a way harder left into supernatural than I ever expected and it’s only s2 SO!#maybe I’m crazy but idk there’s something Real happening with the Surreal in this show! that much is certain!#yellowjackets #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #taissa turner #natalie scatorccio #van palmer #misty quigley #lottie matthews #ben scott #antler queen #yellowjackets theories #travis martinez

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sukunasbabygirl · 1 year

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Dark Lord Soma content is great but especially when he’s not even evil.

The past two games he was stressed out and pissed off, but if Dracula reawakens while he’s relatively at peace with himself I think Soma would make a Morbius joke and proceed to have a breakdown because suddenly he feels nineteen and a thousand at the same time.

He goes from confidently exclaiming how he can use all this new knowledge to lying on the floor and staring into space. He’s still Soma, he still has Soma’s memories, but he’s Dracula and has his memories too. It’s like if you gave Dracula the ability to quote vines.

Yoko is the one to find him and his first response to reassure her he isn’t dangerous is to recreate the ‘It’s a mental breakdown’ kazoo vine.

He can’t look at Julius the same because all he can think is gee its my friend who murdered me in 1999, and don’t get him started on Alucard because that is a whole other bag of worms.

He starts throwing wine glasses around, grows a fondness for the colour red, starts incorporating historical fashion into his style, gets into an argument with death about whether he’s going to murder anyone or not, maybe even starts growing facial hair much to Mina’s horror. She tries to shave him in his sleep.

Yoko absolutely starts exploiting him to win arguments because of his vast knowledge. He does not mind at all if it means Julius gets his ass beaten in a pop quiz about night creatures.

And Hammer… well he isn’t going to stop his most frequent customer from making any purchases. Besides, Dracula? Psh, Soma’s just a fluffy, flying puppy! Something he convinces himself of even when Soma jokes about setting fire to a church and almost goes through with it.

What I’m saying is evil Drac!Soma content is good, but Drac!Soma just trying to make his way the world is such a fun concept and it rotates in my brain a lot.

(This is all based on me and my bestie aggressively whispering to each other in character while VCing)

#castlevania #aria of sorrow #dawn of sorrow #soma cruz

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Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader X Dick Grayson/Nightwing- Love Toxin (Part 6/Final)

(A/N): Here’s the final part! I hope to make writing on here a habit again. It was a time where I literally was the most creative. I hope to get back into it. - Iz

Word Count: 1,150

Warning: angst, descriptions of decay/death, etc?? Some fluff?

You awaken to find yourself in some type of grotto, numerous plants surrounding you as you start to brush off the exhaustion gripping onto your mind. Pushing yourself up, you walked around and attempted to figure out where you were. Whispers started to fill your mind, barely discernible as you continued forward. The voices urged you forward, to break down the barrier that you placed against them. You felt sick, something feeling off as you followed the only path you could see.

The ground felt so soft against your bare feet, the grass and soil providing comfort as your hazy mind forced you to keep walking. Within a few minutes, you pushed past the first barrier, an alarming amount of weight lifting from your shoulders. It was like you were walking on the sun before, the pressure that was keeping you down exponentially different from what you felt now. Continuing forward, you froze when you saw a figure in the distance. At first, you thought it was Ivy, but as you continued you saw that it was a different familiar face.

“Swamp Thing?” you ask, confusion wracking your brain. “What’s going on?”

“Healing,” he responds, holding out a hand to you. “You must repair your connection to the Green.”

You take his hand, brows furrowing as he gently guides you next to him, “Repair my connection? Ivy was the one who forced this on me, I didn’t ask for it.”

“And it is your responsibility to adapt and endure,” he states, leading you further down the path. “Yes, this was forced upon you, but it will kill you if I try to force it out. It is a burden that you have to accept.”

“I’m too familiar with situations like this,” you mutter, looking back at Swamp Thing. “What if it changes me?”

“It will,” he answers, stopping in front of a glowing gate, “and you must decide how it will.”

He lets go of your hand, stepping back as he gestures to the gate. Fear consumes you as you hesitantly step towards it, a comforting warmth radiating off of it. You push your hand through, slowly stepping forward as the warmth surrounded you. Closing your eyes, you sucked in a breath as the world shifted around you. It felt like the whole environment was tilting, rotating on a broken axis until you fully entered the gate.

Your eyes burst open as you sucked in the air, the adrenaline making your heart feel like it was going to bust open your chest. Looking around, the sight of Swamp Thing calmed you down slightly. You looked down to see that you were connected to the surrounding plant life, what you had experienced only a vision created by the connection. You felt complete, relief flooding your system as you realized that you were okay for the moment.

“Your connection is repaired,” he states, his red eyes staring into your own, “but your connection with Poison Ivy is not completely severed.”

“I see,” you sigh, slightly disappointed by the revelation. “Will I ever be free from her?”

“You are one with the Green, just as she is. There is no way to sever yourself from her,” he replies, standing up. “Come, we must continue to repair your connection before it’s too late.”

He extends out his hand. You reluctantly take it, continuing forward as the environment shifts around you. Plants you’ve never seen before move around your vision, beautiful shapes and colors nearly hypnotizing you until you face… nothing.

It looks like a forest after a fire, everything consumed by the flames and leaving ash behind. Swamp Thing feels your hesitation, kneeling down to your level.

“Do not fear death, it is merely a chance for rebirth and renewal. The Green will always come back even after the worst tragedies,” he explains, guiding you along the path. “You need not fear it.”

The burnt plants crunch below your feet. You look around you, feeling nothing but pain as you pass by the corpses of trees left behind. A small plant catches your attention, causing you to let go of his hand. You wander closer, kneeling down to see the small green leaf poking out of the ground. You smile, giving the plant a loving poke before standing back up.

You turn around to see more plants sprouting from your footsteps. Your eyes wander down to see the very ground you stand on to have grown newer, healthier plants. Swamp Thing smiles and continues down the path.

“What will happen to me after this?” you question him, catching up to his long strides.

He smiles at the question, leading you towards a gap in the ground, “What you choose to happen. You have your duties to your family, but now you have the Green to watch over.”

With a wave of his hand, a bridge forms to cover the gap. You move to follow, but the bridge drops before you can even take a step onto it. You realize that this is a test, to see if you can… use the Green?

You shakily raise a hand, silently begging for the vines to take you to the other side. Nothing happens, but you nearly yelp as a vine wraps around your waist and lifts you across. It gently sets you down before slithering away.

Swamp Thing places a hand on your shoulder, a nod of approval following.

“You are ready, but you must continue to strengthen your bond,” he warns, gesturing to the light only a few steps away. “Your family is waiting for you.”

You happily step forward, reaching out for the light, but you hesitate. Memories of you hurting them resurface, the fear of losing them because of what you’ve become. Tossing your doubts aside, you walk into the light. You walk forward, unsure where exactly you’re going, but your instincts tell you that this is the right way.

Soon enough, you find yourself in the gardens near the Manor. You smile at the sight, closing your eyes and smelling the scent of flowers in the air.

“(Y/N)?”

Your eyes snap open, eyes locking with your family as they slowly approached. Your feet remain still, afraid to move as they approach you. Everyone looks hesitant to close the distance, but Jason and Dick step forward. They both wrap you up in a hug. Then all of the tears finally fall.

“I’m so sorry,” you sob, afraid to even wrap your arms around them.

“You’re already forgiven, (Y/N),” Dick says, squeezing you.

“What he said,” Jason chuckles, wrapping his arms around you.

You slowly feel more and more people crowd in on the hug, it’s almost comical with how many join in. Despite everything, at least you know that your family still cares for you. Poison Ivy be damned, you’re going to hold onto this for as long as you can.

#batfam x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x reader

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1024UB CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: HE REALLY DID IT!

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Lately, Gyuri noticed that things were starting to get weird between her and Seonghwa as well as her and San. Ever since night Gyuri got stupidly drunk, she and San had not hooked up, and ever since the day Hongjoong had Gyuri record his thesis, she and Seonghwa barely spoke or texted. Sure, they kind of talked at the last ROD party, but they hadn’t hung out like they usually did. Rather than dwell on these feelings, though, Gyuri decided to dedicate this newfound free time she had to work on her thesis as well as start applying for graduate schools.

She didn’t want to run the risk of seeing Seonghwa and that dumb bitch Bora at the library doing whatever it is that they want to do. Since she was pretty much cooped up in the apartment, she rotated between multiple places to get her work done: her desk, her bed, the living room, the dining table, the bathroom— although, that last one was only when she really had to go but she was in the zone. Today, she was sitting in the dining room, her back to the entrance. She had her blue-light glasses on and was furiously typing, but she was still able to hear the door open.

“Hey, I’m home,” Iseul greeted.

“Hey, how was class?” Gyuri asked without looking up from her computer. She could barely converse without messing up whatever she was working on.

“It was okay…”

“Good to hear.”

Gyuri still hadn’t looked up. Her eyes were glued to her screen. That’s when she felt a moment of déjà vu overcome her. She got to a good stopping point in her work and turned around to see Iseul fidgeting in the threshold. “Have we… have we done this before?” she asked.

“What? Done what?” Iseul looked majorly confused.

“I… never mind.”

With that, Gyuri thought Iseul would act normally again and returned to her work, but the girl still fidgeted by the front door. She stopped her work once again and patted the dining room chair next to her while saying, “Sit.”

She obeyed and sat right where Gyuri told her to— she was getting a killer sense of déjà vu, especially when she said, “Spit it out, Iseul.”

Iseul was talking, but Gyuri was still bothered by how familiar this situation was. She wracked her brain trying to figure out where she had seen or done this before, but nothing came to mind just yet. Realizing that she totally just didn’t listen to a single thing Iseul said, she told the girl, “I am so sorry, I completely spaced out. Can you say that again?”

Sighing, Iseul said, “Remember when you told me that someone in the group likes me, and that if he likes me then he should tell me himself, and I told you that I’d react depending on who it is?”

Gyuri’s eyes immediately widened. She fully turned so that she was facing Iseul because every braincell she had was screaming, “Oh my God!” She couldn’t vocalize what her braincells were saying just yet, so Gyuri opted to say, “No way…”

“It’s San, isn’t it?”

“No fucking way!” Gyuri screamed and jumped up so fast that she hit her knee against the table. She held her knee in pain as she sat down again, her excitement unfazed. Now her braincells were talking for her, because she kept repeating, “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God,” until she could follow up with “When? Where?”

“The other night at the ROD party in the stairwell,” she said with a small smile on her face.

That small smile turned into a huge grin as the two girls stood up and jumped up and down while squealing and holding each others’ hands. There were so many thoughts running through her head. She was so happy for Iseul that this was finally happening, and she was proud of San for being able to do the thing that she couldn’t and can’t do. Gyuri knew that Iseul did not know why she was so excited, but that didn’t matter because they were celebrating this new relationship that finally got the chance to form.

“Tell me everything!” Gyuri sat back down and closed her laptop, her attention fully on Iseul.

“Okay, so after I won, I saw San in the corner of my eye just, like, not having a good time. I saw him leave, so I went after him.”

It took everything in Gyuri to keep from screaming out loud, so she ended up letting out dolphin or dying whale noises.

“He was sitting on the stairs and he looked so serious, like he was deep in his thoughts or something. I tried to ask him what was wrong, but he was being super wishy washy with me, so I kind of gave up and was about to leave…”

“Uh huh!”

“But then he grabbed my hand…”

“He grabbed your hand?!” Gyuri felt like she were watching a drama, only she didn’t see this. She kind of wished she did, though.

“He gazed into my eyes with the most intense look I’ve ever seen him have…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Gyuri knew that look. He’d given her that look in the past, and yes, it makes the heart yearn for more. She could feel her heart beat a little faster just imagining him looking at her friend like that, like she were watching her favorite actor serenade the female lead.

“And then…” Iseul continued.

“And then?!”

“He got all serious and shit and said, “I like you,” in this deep-ass voice!”

Gyuri squealed, more like screamed, at the top of her lungs, and the dog next door started howling. She had to reign it in a little, but she was just getting so excited for her friend she couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“My heart was beating so fucking fast you have no idea!”

“I can only imagine!”

“And my awkward dumbass fucking hugged him and I thanked him? I thanked him for telling me that he liked me? God, I felt so stupid!”

“You hugged him! And then?”

“I leaned in and kissed him.”

“Oh! My! Fucking! God! Iseul! This is fucking amazing! I am really living for this!”

“Bro, but like, let me know why he’s such an amazing kisser! What the fuck?!” Iseul’s face was bright red and her face went right into her palms.

Gyuri had to hold her tongue. She couldn’t possibly tell Iseul that she knows how his kisses and soft his lips felt. She felt her chest tighten up a little bit, but she brushed it off as excitement for this new development. “I’m so excited for you!”

“Oh! Then he said, “Let’s go on a date.” Bitch, I was trembling!”

The word date made her chest tighten even more. “Oh my God, this is so exciting! When is the date?”

“Tonight!”

Gyuri’s heart felt like it were aching— was she jealous that San finally gets to be with the person he wants to be with and that she can’t because the guy she likes is dating a bitch? She distracted herself by focusing on helping Iseul. “Let’s find you an outfit and prepare you for this date!”

While Iseul picked out an outfit, Gyuri got her hair styling tools and make up out. She did Iseul’s make up for her before she changed into her clothes, and God, her friend looked so stunning. She had the cutest pink top with matching grey pants and white shoes. Not to be full of herself, but Gyuri thought she did an amazing job with her makeup— it was subtle but cute, especially with the highlight on her nose and chin, and her hair was flawless. Not a single strand was out of place, and her face-framing bangs were curled so perfectly. Gyuri couldn’t help but take five million pictures of Iseul, not letting the girl finish getting ready. Only when the doorbell rang did Gyuri allow Iseul to grab her purse and get her shit together.

Gyuri answered the door to see San wearing a black striped button up and black slacks. His hair was somewhat styled compared to his usual look— did he use gel?— and if he had glasses on, then he would definitely look like Clark Kent. All in all, he looked amazing. Gyuri’s heart starting beating faster, which made no sense to her because he’s not there for her, so why was she swooning?

“Iseul’s almost done getting ready,” Gyuri didn’t even greet the boy— she went straight to it.

“You know?” San looked surprised.

“Of course I know. She’s my roommate and one of my best friends,” Gyuri couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows. “Also, why’d you use the doorbell?”

“I felt weird just barging in when I’m here to…”

“Yeah?” Gyuri wanted him to say it out loud.

“Take Iseul on our date. You couldn’t have finished the sentence for me?” San’s ears started turning pink.

“Nah. I wanted to see you sweat,” Gyuri laughed.

“Do I look like I’m sweating?”

“No, I mean that you’re hilarious when you’re shy, and I wanted you to get shy.”

San smiled at that her, but it was different from his usual cheeky smiles when they joked around with each other. Gyuri’s heart started beating a little faster, and she started questioning her health and sanity. Was she dying?

Iseul emerged from her room ready for the date, and San’s smile changed. He was smiling, but he didn’t really look happy. Maybe he was nervous— how could anyone be expected to act normal when they get to go on a date with the person they’d been pursing for ages? She was just overthinking the entire thing as per usual.

The two left for their date, and the second the door closed, Gyuri fell into the chair she was working in. Her chest was so tight, and it was in that moment she realized that she was definitely upset. Was she upset because she was jealous that her friends got to have the chance to date? Because she wouldn’t have her fuck buddy anymore? Did she have to find a new friend to have benefits with? She didn’t know what the fuck to do in that situation, so she opened her phone and dialed Jongho’s number. He picked up after two rings.

“Hey, can we meet?” she asked him

“Okay, I lost count of how many reps you did because you’re going way too fast. If you want to do this right, you have to go slower,” he told her.

“Sorry, Jongho, I’m just…” Gyuri lacked the words to describe how she was feeling in that moment. Angry? Annoyed? Frustrated? Confused? Lonely? Whatever emotion was taking the wheel in her head right now was driving her up the wall.

“If you want me to spot you, then you’re going to have to go slower, otherwise there is no way I’ll be able to rescue you if you just drop the bar on you, which is definitely going to hurt considering that you’re benching almost sixty kilograms,” Jongho sounded worried for her.

She slowed down her reps and let Jongho guide her workout. Hopefully this would help her for the time being.

At some point, Jongho had to force Gyuri to stop working out for the day. He dragged her out of the gym and to her apartment. Gyuri really didn’t want to be in the apartment for the rest of the day, nor did she really want to be there at night in fear that her roommate and San would get frisky. She quickly showered and grabbed a couple bottles of soju before heading up to the roof. She sat on one of the sofas closer to the end of the building to get a better view of the city. The lights around her twinkled as she sat alone and drank her soju by herself.

“What are you doing up here alone?”

Gyuri looked up to see Seonghwa looking down at her with a smile on his face. She held up one of the empty soju bottles and responded, “Drinking.”

“Why are you drinking alone? Seonghwa asked as he took a seat next to Gyuri.

She couldn’t help but scoot the tiniest bit away from him, which he noticed almost immediately. He put his arm over her shoulder and brought her closer to him, Gyuri nearly falling into his chest. Her heart started beating the tiniest bit faster when he gave her arm a little squeeze as he hugged her slightly.

“What’s wrong, Gyu? Why are you drinking alone?” He brought his voice down to a whisper that almost made Gyuri cry.

The problem was that Gyuri couldn’t say a damn thing. She couldn’t tell him what got her so down to the point where she wanted to drink alone because that meant telling him everything about her and San and their crushes.

“I’m not really having a good day,” she lied.

“You should’ve asked one of us to join you…”

“Well, you’re here now, right?”

“That’s true, but if I wasn’t up here in the first place, then you would have been drinking alone.”

“Why are you up here, Hwa?” Gyuri asked.

“I’m meeting Bora up here. She told me she wanted to do a little star-gazing with me tonight.”

Gyuri’s heart fell. She slightly pushed Seonghwa away from her and took another huge swig of her soju in hopes that the alcohol would make her heart hurt a lot less, but it didn’t. Gyuri stood up and said, “Enjoy your night—”

“Come back here,” Seonghwa pulled her hand and made her sit again. He fully faced her as he continued, “Why aren’t you having a good day? Lay it on me.”

With a deep sigh, Gyuri said, “I’ve just been feeling kind of lonely lately. Iseul is never home, you’ve been spending time with your girlfriend, as you should be, and even San has his own stuff going for him now.”

“But all the other guys in the group—”

“They’re just as busy! Jongho with his sport, Mingi and Hongjoong with their music, Yeosang is always living on the computer, Wooyoung is always blowing stuff up and having to redo assignments, and Yunho also lives in the lab with Iseul. I don’t want to bother anyone.”

“Well, you can always bother me. You’re my best friend, Gyu. I’m always here for you.”

The only thing she could do was nod. Seonghwa pulled Gyuri into a hug and held her tightly. Gyuri felt her eyes water up. She closed her eyes to keep her tears in, but one managed to slip out. Seonghwa must’ve felt the tear fall because he pulled away and held her face. He wiped another tear that fell down her cheek off and began to pet her hair.

“You know I love you, right?” Seonghwa whispered.

Gyuri’s heart raced when he said that. Her eyes widened and she couldn’t help but look into his eyes. Just as Seonghwa was about to lean in, they both heard the door to the roof slam open. They looked over to see Bora walking over to the two on the couch.

“Babe!” Seonghwa let go of Gyuri and greeted his girlfriend with a kiss.

After drying her tears quickly, Gyuri stood up and saw Bora glaring at her angrily as she and Seonghwa hugged. To avoid any sort of conflict, Gyuri picked up all of her alcohol bottles, kept her head down, and left the roof.

Gyuri was upset. She didn’t have a place she could go to at this point. She didn’t want to go to her apartment, and the roof was occupied by Seonghwa and his bitch of a girlfriend. Ultimately, she decided to go to the last person who could help her. She entered his apartment to see him sitting on the couch watching a movie.

“Gyu?” He asked as he paused the movie.

“Joong…”

She immediately started crying. Hongjoong jumped up from the couch and ran to her. He took the bottles of alcohol out of her hands and hugged her. She hugged him back. After standing and crying for a solid minute, Hongjoong led her to the couch and sat her down. He brought her some water, which she immediately downed. He hugged her again, Gyuri clinging to his arm.

“What happened?”

“I miss him, Joong. I miss Hwa.”

“I know you do. I’m sorry, Gyu.”

After crying for what felt like hours, Gyuri ended up falling asleep in Hongjoong’s arms. He laid her down gently on the couch and covered her with a blanket before turning off the light to let her sleep peacefully. Gyuri stirred again when Seonghwa returned to his apartment, but she promptly fell back asleep. Well, she fell asleep after feeling something soft on her forehead.

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Chapter 2 of my post-Grey Valley fight is finally done! It’s definitely not my best work but I just wanted it finished regardless, I’ve got a few more things rotating in my brain that I’m excited to write now this is done. Let me know what you think!

Snippet here, rest on AO3 ft. Lots of angst, hurt/comfort, lots of magic metaphors and something spicy too…

Laudna hated that she didn’t know what Imogen was thinking - and that she was too afraid to ask.

She hadn’t been able to protect her in the fight, and now, she couldn’t protect her from whatever mental torrent was overwhelming her from the inside. And Imogen wasn’t offering it up, either.

Laudna yearned to cross the chasm that separated them, to say something to get Imogen to open up. To make her feel Laudna’s concern for her, to share the burden of whatever she was bottling up. But the wind snatched away any half-formed words that skittered across Laudna’s lips.

It was Imogen, eventually, that broke the silence.

“What is it, Laudna? I can practically see the thoughts spillin’ out of your head, and that’s with this circlet on.” Her voice was soft, with the faintest edge of teasing - but she wasn’t quite managing to sell it. Weariness coated every word, and her eyes gazed forlornly out across the plain; Laudna wished she could look into them.

“It’s nothing, dear.” Now it was Laudna’s own voice that rang false.

“Laudna.”

She sighed, fists clenched into balls at her side. Her pale skin glowed even in the weak moonlight.

“I can’t say what’s bothering me, Imogen. It’s selfish.”

Imogen softened at this, turning towards Laudna to meet her gaze. Pale moonlight glanced off lavender irises in a way that made Laudna’s breath hitch in her chest.

“Hey. None of that.” Imogen always tried to stop Laudna’s self-flagellation in its tracks. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. No judgements here.” A smile ghosted across her lips, small but genuine.

So Laudna yielded first. She sidled closer to Imogen and took one of her hands in both of her own, fingers lacing together effortlessly like pieces of a puzzle.

“I have to admit, Imogen - it was hard to watch you in that fight, today.” She smiled sadly. “I don’t know if I’ve just… not realised how nerve-wracking it is when you have someone you care for so deeply, or…” She trailed off, searching Imogen’s face, but Imogen remained impassive, carefully guarding her expression. Laudna continued.

“You know I think you’re very capable. But watching you put yourself in danger, drawing that creature’s ire…” She frowned and swallowed hard, scared to say her suspicions out loud, not wanting it to come across like an accusation. Laudna cleared her throat. “Well. Like I said, it was hard to watch. I can’t… fathom losing you, Imogen. Now more than ever.” Her eyes were pleading.

Imogen smiled again, her gaze softening in a way that made Laudna’s heart feel like it was being squeezed warmly in her chest.

“That ain’t selfish, Laudna.” She clasped her fingers around Laudna’s. “It’s nice.”

But still, Imogen looked down, not fully meeting Laudna’s eyes. Laudna could tell she still wasn’t saying something, was guarding her words and her thoughts and her heart in a way that Laudna longed to break through, to find out what was hurting her so she could tear it down piece by piece.

If Imogen wasn’t sharing, Laudna would have to draw it out of her. And that meant saying her own fears aloud.

“Sometimes it seemed like… like you were putting yourself at risk intentionally, Imogen. Going out into the open like that, it was… reckless, darling.”

Imogen’s lips pursed, and her grip on Laudna’s fingers loosened.

Laudna opened her mouth to speak again, eyes searching Imogen’s face beseechingly.

“Please don’t.” Her voice was impossibly small. “Don’t… don’t leave me. Not when I just got you.”

Imogen’s face crumpled at that, pain crossing her expression. She tried to withdraw from Laudna’s grasp, but Laudna held on, clinging desperately to Imogen’s hands.

“I’m not…” Imogen trailed off, before starting again. “I’m not tryn’a leave you, Laudna. I could never,” and Laudna believed this, the quiet earnestness permeating through her words. There was a pause, longer than the gaps between Laudna’s heartbeats, too long.

Imogen inhaled deeply, then continued. Her gaze stayed resolutely on their clasped hands.

“Sometimes I feel like I need to draw some fire on myself. To take the hit, to make up for… everythin’.”

The silence rang hollow between them. A cold sensation that had nothing to do with the wind trickled down Laudna’s spine as her eyes roved across Imogen’s face, trying to understand.

“Imogen, what do you - ?”

“All I do is put you in danger, Laudna,” Imogen whispered bitterly. Her hands balled into fists, trying to extricate herself from Laudna’s grasp.

Laudna shook her head, slowly.

“That’s not true, Imogen…”

“That beast earlier today. Dusk, tryin’ to get between us and manipulatin’ everythin’.” Imogen’s voice shook as she choked out the next word. “Otohan.”

“No. No! You can’t hold yourself responsible for these things,” Laudna’s eyes widened and she stooped down a little, desperate to make eye contact with Imogen, to make her see the truth of her words.

Imogen inhaled sharply, and then looked up, gaze boring into Laudna’s; her purple eyes had turned a deep black. Laudna felt herself recoil at the intensity, before steeling herself and meeting the fierce stare.

“Responsible? Look at everythin’ that’s happened, Laud!” Imogen’s hands gestured in exasperation; Laudna couldn’t help but notice that the pale purple lines trailing up her arms flashed white in the moonlight. “My powers… it’s all tied in. Mine, and my mother’s. She’s so involved in all this, and I… I need to prove to Keyleth that I’m not gonna betray them. She already doesn’t trust me.”

“Imogen,” Laudna’s voice came out in a hiss, disbelief plain on her face as she shook her head slowly, trying to convey her disagreement. “You are not responsible for the mistakes of your mother. Any more than I’m responsible for what she does.” She pointed emphatically towards her own temple.

But Imogen was shaking her head. “It’s not the same, Laudna.”

“It’s - it’s…” Laudna was spluttering now, trying desperately to put together an argument to change Imogen’s mind. She could feel a ravine growing between them, widening and widening with every falsehood that Imogen used to convince herself that she was evil.

Laudna lowered her voice, trying to adopt a calm, soothing tone to bring down Imogen’s frantic intensity.

“You’re so brave, Imogen. But -”

“Brave? Ha!” Imogen’s laugh came out as a humourless bark. Her hands flew to her hair and she ran her fingers through it frantically, eyes scrunching shut as she spoke faster and faster.

“I’m anythin’ but brave, Laudna. I’m a coward. It’s like… it’s like there’s somethin’ broken inside me. It’s been broken since my mother left me with these powers and no way of understandin’ them. She claims she’s protecting me, but it’s a lie. She’s not protecting me. She’s runnin’, too. Guess she taught me something.”

Suddenly, all the intensity dropped from Imogen’s speech. She spoke in a hushed voice, bleak and resigned to what she had so effectively convinced herself to believe. Her previously animated hands slumped to her sides, and she stared desolately across the grey horizon.

“All I do is run from the storm. It’s time I stood up and faced it.”

#critical role #imodna #imogen temult #laudna #laura bailey #marisha ray #imodna fic #cr campaign three #southern gothic #imogen x laudna

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riacte · 1 year

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🛸 exterrasexymenpoll Follow

Vote for your favourite sexyman in the Exterra racing industry!

THE RED KING from TEAM DOGWARTS and BLUE BATS

QUEEN OF HEARTS from TEAM BLUE BATS

For our other semi-final— BLUE BALLS from TEAM COBALT CATMAIDS vs THE HAND from TEAM DOGWARTS please vote here!

Poll closes at 8pm Intergalatic Central Time. Campaign all you like.

Spamming about van’ilah extract in the comments will result in an instant ban (yeah, we know the meme’s going around sunblr, but let’s keep this poll somewhat sensible, okay?)

Requests about including THE Blue Stalker will also result in an instant ban. This blog does not condone attempted murder, harassment, stalking, violence, etc etc.

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SHUT UP HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO VOTE NAWT MY ICONIC DIVORCED PARENTS 😭😭😭😭 I’M PROPELLED INTO THE STRATOSPHEREEEEEE

voting for qoh bc rk would’ve wanted it 🥺 i miss them forever and forever ueueue

also sorry but the blue stalker is the ultimate exterra sexyman. those fanfic authors gave them so much personality when all they want is to unalive rk 😩 rotating the iconic enemies to lovers 20k oneshot in my brain

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I’m more surprised by how Blue Balls is in the semi-finals

Anyways I’ll be voting for RK, he’s a pathetic wet paper bag of a Lykos lmfao <3

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dude my name is blueballs how did you NOT expect me to be in the semifinals lmao

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HELP NOT A CC (Crew / Comms) NOTICE EXTERRABLR SCATTER

☄️ cosmiclovee Follow

I BELIEVE IN BLUEBALLS SUPREMACY #BALLSWEEP

By the way, QoH stans rise!! Did you forget our awakening? Remember the starry suit she wore for the 2109 gala and how everyone was immediately like 😳??? And she rolled up the sleeves?? Remember the x reader fics on Launchpad?

🪓 handoftheking Follow

Yeah, because I’ve read them. Hey, some fics were pretty good.

I also voted for Queen of Hearts. I mean, just look her at her. And as a fellow Lumian, I’m obliged haha.

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… Oops, total containment breach now? Mods I’m sorry, you guys don’t have to eat the spaceship that you promised to—

But onto more important things: RK’s own GUNNER didn’t vote for HIM??? And voted for QoH??? LMFAO THIS IS HILARIOUS. the total betrayal. it feels like he’s cheating. the disrespect for RK. i love it.

Also, Hand, you read QoH x reader fics? Any recs lmao? And did you read the bad boy RK ones?

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So I’m learning from my dash that the Hand himself voted for QoH over RK???? My Treebark ship just sank in two seconds. Wtf.

#BALLSWEEP btw

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Lololol the Hand’s narcissism is really showing. Look at him voting for his pre-transition self. He’s so vain.

@/exterrasexymenpoll can you please remove the Hand’s deadname? It’s disrespectful to transgender people.

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are you fucking for real, believing in the trans qoh/hand theory in this year?? they’re completely different people. shut up and ship treebark lmao

still funny that the hand didn’t vote for his bf and went for his bf’s ex gunner—

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Hey, I know sunblr hates corporations but as the CEO of ConCorp, I feel rather… mystified that I got out in the first round. Was my mad scientist jacket not enough?

Personally I’m surprised that Xisuma Void got further than me. Anyways, supporting the Queen of Hearts.

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??? Look at how much this poll breached containment? First a CC notice, and then a racer notice, and now a fucking CORPORATION??? Mr Cubfan I am So Sorry but I think people were just too excited to vote for the Catmaid—

#unreality #space opera au #fake polls #ria.txt #YEAH IM GONCHAROVING THIS #wake up new space opera internet bs dropped #trafficshipping #sorry. once again idk how to tag #BALLSWEEP #tw unreality

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hulloitsdani · 10 months

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Gather round children it’s time for a Ted Talk about FEH and how I go about drawing these characters.

When making art for this game, I have found immense satisfaction in attempting to meet FEH on its level and remain fairly loyal to the Intelligence System’s approved content we have. This is remarkably challenging. For me, at least. I find this game’s design sensibilities run very counter to my own. That’s not a critique of any in game art of the characters (although I do think they improve greatly over time) as they fulfill their purpose really well. They are meant to be drawn 4 times max which means they can go pretty crazy on the details. But hahahaha I’m not doing that. Clearly. I’m drawing these guys by hand at different angles and posses fairly consistently, which is just not what they were built for. Don’t think when someone designed Kiran they thought of the person who’d be drawing them chilling ontop of a fridge with a bottle of mustard in their hand, you know?

So naturally I got to do some translating! And that’s the really fun part >:]

There are many things I had to find creative answers for, like Kiran’s face and Alfonse’s stupid haircut. But the one rotating rapidly in my brain atm is the Askr quartet in combat. I wanted lean hard into the fact that these four are, well, very human in comparison to every other combatant that enters Askr. They aren’t exactly helpless nor unskilled. If any of the trio raised their blade at Kiran, they’d start digging their own grave themselves. But the group are regular soldiers fighting against straight up warriors of legend. As individuals, Anna, Sharena, Alfonse, and Kiran are not that strong in comparison. No merges for these bitches they gotta work with what they got. However, they all know that. So they make up for their weaknesses through terrifyingly effective teamwork. Through the power of trauma bonding- I MEAN FRIENDSHIP they become a fucking terrifying force of nature. It’s like pissing off an ant hill or a wasps nest. A lancer goes for Alfonse and suddenly theres a swarm of five level 1 heroes making such a distraction that they don’t see Anna’s axe sweep through their Achilles heels or Sharena’s follow up shield bash.

So this means I get to convey their team composition through their body shapes and give them clear strengths and weakness for the others to cover. Which is just so god damn FUN. Like we all know Kiran is the squishiest of the squishy, so it’s really fun to show just HOW squishy they are through the immediate comparison Alfonse and Sharena. I gave those two sturdier square shapes, and thus making them shorter yet stocky. This makes it look like they could fucking launch Kiran’s bony ass to the moon and back. However, that’s on the condition that either of them could catch Kiran, as their tall slim build implies the lightweight speed they move with. Which is so!!!! Fun!!!! Aughhh big love. Kiran could literal use Sharena as cover to snipe enemies from. Meanwhile Anna and Alfonse are a bit ahead using reposition to let Anna provide swift dps without getting too beat up herself. And by reposition, I mean Alfonse using his shield as a jump pad to launch Anna at the enemy with. You know. Just bro things. Anna’s triangle shapes make her both just hearty and lean enough to pull it off, might as well go for it. Just make sure she’s properly supported and safe by the time the enemy phase rolls around you know?

And I swear, the combos just write themselves too. Like between Sharena and Alfonse, a poor soul gets caught in the worst version of ping pong as Alfonse captain America’s his shield between the two of them. Kiran could then use that same shield like Link does and surf out of enemy range, shooting at the enemy the whole way. It’s fun! These guys have the potential to really sync up during combat and be emblematic of their bonds with one another.

Example, Alfonse. Alfonse could TECHNICALLY be a stronger solo fighter if he ditched the shield. He has the constitution and skill to not actually need the extra protection, and if he decided to two hand his weapon (haha there’s a joke there) the damage he could do would be devastating. However, the shield isn’t for his protection, but to be better help to his closest friends. The shield isn’t taking as many hits for him as it is for Kiran and Anna, who can’t afford to carry shields without compromising their own effectiveness. Plus through creative (and probably not intentional) uses it helps better position them on the battlefield. It’s for THEM. The only time he’s going to stop using the shield is when they aren’t there fighting along side him.

Enter Líf.

He hasn’t had a shield for a long time now.

#These ideas have been living in my brain for too long they needed a way out #feh Ted Talk #Man I wish animating these characters wouldn’t be an actual living hell #I have so many brain animatics #fights against Líf and Thasir would be so INTERESTING with this in mind #He KNOWS their tricks #Fighting him would be TERRIFYING #feh #fire emblem heroes #kiran #alfonse #feh kiran #feh alfonse #feh summoner #feh anna #feh sharena

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peony-pearl · 1 year

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This scene for the ‘Timeline Collision’ au keeps rotating in my brain; I’d thought about making it a comic but hand and brain won’t work together on that right now so maybe I can write it and doodle scenes afterwards.

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“Uncle!”

Iroh looked up to find Zuko running towards him at full speed; the young Fire Lord was about spent, his throat and muscles burning as his uncle gripped his shoulders. “I can’t find her,” Zuko wheezed in agony. “Her or Lu Ten; I’m worried.”

Iroh chewed his lip; his past self and his son had taken his niece hostage after her true alliances were made. They hoped to reel her in back to their side... or to dispose of the ‘traitor’.

“I gotta... I gotta find...” Zuko’s voice withered into a wheeze and a cough, and Iroh pressed his hands against his nephew’s shoulders.

“Stay down, I’ll go look for her. Is anyone else on their way?”

Zuko breathed, and he nodded. That was all Iroh needed to know before he darted off into the forest.

It was a harrowing trek - but he hadn’t completely become as domesticated as his younger self figured. He remembered quite well how to navigate slippery slopes and ravines, and how to not tumble head-first into a shrub that hid a cliffside. He was traveling upwards, up a mountainous hill. What were they doing with her?

Sweat beaded at his brow. His breath grew as ragged as Zuko’s. He worried his firebending wouldn’t be as powerful at the rate he was going. He fumbled through his supplies, finding his everyday tools for the teashop still hidden on him. Kindling, cheesecloth, twine; he sighed, both in relief and fear when he saw he still had his best knife on his person.

But fear was exacerbated as a scream permeated the air around him.

It was Azula.

Her own scream wasn’t out of fear - it was pain. It was a ragged, guttural scream that echoed into the cavernous mountains around him.

Iroh’s legs started without him realizing it. He started back up the climb, at times using his hands to grip into the earth around him. Now would be a good time to have Toph with him - but he didn’t, so he had to ignore the effects of the fine living in Ba Sing Se. He’d once seen these hands go uncared for many times before; he would again one day.

The ground began to level out; he heard another scream. His lungs felt like sparks were igniting with each breath, but he had to continue, even as his body shook from the climb.

“Fuck you,” Iroh heard Azula’s unmistakable growl.

His heart ached as he heard Lu Ten’s voice.

“I gave you a choice.”

“You gave me NOTHING!” Azula snarled. Iroh stumbled upon the scene, nearly heaving as they didn’t notice him in the distance. Lu Ten held a decent-sized rock in his hand. Beneath him, Azula curled up on the ground, her hands a bloody, smashed mess. Tears fell from her eyes, but she offered her cousin no other source of emotion to use her with.

Lu Ten shook his head. “We gave you everything. We gave you a whole new chance to start this world over. To reclaim the family honor! And you, and Zuko, and that blasted old man threw it back in our faces!”

“You won’t even call him your father.”

“My father still has his dignity. That shriveled old wretch is not my father. He’s grown into something pathetic, something disgusting. To see the visage of my father look so washed up and docile? Do you know how infuriating it is? For him to say it’s all for me? All for his own son that he would put his tail between his legs and say he was wrong about our birthright? That I was wrong? That what I died for WAS WRONG?!”

Azula shuddered as she tried to manage her broken hands, but nothing she did mattered. Her head pressed into the grass as pain shot through her.

She laughed.

“When he came home... when I was little I made fun of him. Now... I may not completely understand but... when my own father left me with nothing all I wanted was to see him. For him to come home and just... be my dad. I was hurting and so lonely and... I see what happened now. My father didn’t care. He still doesn’t understand when I tell him that what we were doing completely obliterated my perception of the world around me. I lost my friends, my sense of self... I just wanted my dad. Or even my mom. I just wanted... someone to make me feel like what I was going through mattered. I did everything right and it still took everything away from me. And when I think about how my uncle came home crying... I get it.”

Lu Ten knelt down next to Azula, still holding the rock. “But does he get you, Azula? Does he understand you?”

Azula winced under her breath. Lu Ten patted the rock.

“Well, no matter. Don’t worry; all this pain you’re in will soon be over. Just... take a deep breath, and close your eyes.”

Azula saw the shadow of her cousin raise the rock. She braced herself, tears melting into the dirt below her-

The rock fell - but not on her.

Azula heard it thud just inches from her face, and she gasped as the footsteps that had raced towards her registered in her mind.

The fluttering of fabric, the snarls, the sounds of feet digging into the ground, Azula looked up to find silhouettes in the dying afternoon sun - and yet she knew that silhouette fighting Lu Ten.

“Uncle?” She rasped, watching Iroh and Lu Ten in a duel - but no blows were exchanged as he’d grabbed Lu Ten’s hands, and didn’t let go. Lu Ten bared his teeth at the old man.

“UNHAND ME! YOU VILE -” he headbutted Iroh “- FOUL COCKROACH!”

Iroh stumbled back, but he didn’t waste time stopping Lu Ten from attacking. He swiped at Lu Ten’s legs with his, proving he was still agile. Lu Ten cursed at him, grabbing Iroh’s foot and pulling him down with him before recovering and slamming a flaming hand down onto the grass.

“What’s this?!” Lu Ten asked. “Where’s Zuko? Little Fire Lord can’t get involved and watch his sister and uncle die?”

Iroh recovered to his feet, but not to a defensive position. He looked at Lu Ten. He could hear Azula wincing behind him.

Iroh’s burning breath became worse.

“This is what you want, Lu Ten?” He asked.

“You know nothing of what I want. Once I get rid of you and this failure, Zuko won’t be too hard to find. With him I can lure the Avatar and take them out. Just get the waterbender first and then when the Avatar is all choked up... You know.” Lu Ten made a motion with his finger across his neck. “Too easy. Father’s gained plenty of knowledge from Ozai on how the little beast fights, so even if he retaliates, he’ll be ready.”

“... And this is what you want?”

Lu Ten scoffed. “Are you going deaf, old man? Are you going mad?! My entire life has led up to this. Not only have we secured Ba Sing Se in our timeline, but here, we can fix this mess. The mess YOU started!”

Iroh’s hands trembled. “... I can’t let you do that. I won’t let you hurt anyone else.”

“What do you care? YOU HAVE NOTHING! The moment your little tea shop friends found out who you were they LEFT you!”

“They had every right to.”

“Oh, don’t give me that shit. You’d really roll on your back like a damned dog, wouldn’t you?! You’re a coward.”

“... You’re right.”

The joy in Lu Ten’s face began to drain. His lit his hands ablaze as he began to approach the specter or his father.

“I’m tired of this. You two die here.”

Iroh closed his eyes. Tears fell down his cheeks as he stood planted in the ground as Lu Ten’s advance became a charge.

Azula watched him reach into his pocket, and as Lu Ten reared his hands back, Iroh moved.

He grabbed Lu Ten’s arm, stopping his attack just as he then gripped the back of his son’s neck, and he punched him right in his abdomen.

Or so, Azula thought he punched him. She watched Lu Ten immediately halt; his firebending ceased, and his eyes were wide as his chin landed on Iroh’s shoulder.

A broken gasp trickled from Lu Ten’s throat. Iroh held the boy closer to him.

In Iroh’s other hand was the knife he’d found, buried hilt-deep into Lu Ten’s stomach.

Iroh pressed his forehead into his son’s shoulder, his lungs finally squeezing out a sob.

“I’m sorry.”

Lu Ten fought to breathe; he stumbled, falling backwards as Iroh lost his grip on the knife, his hands already coated in blood. Lu Ten looked at the knife sticking out of his stomach.

“What have you done to me?” Lu Ten choked.

Azula stared in wide eyed disbelief.

Iroh’s hands reached out towards Lu Ten, who used one of his legs to scoot himself away from Iroh, but the pain was spreading. He looked up at Iroh, who met his gaze with unmitigated sorrow and regret.

“Oh, Lu Ten... I’m sorry.”

Tears began to fall from Lu Ten’s eyes, his face became pale as breathing became harder.

But the moment Iroh heard Azula wince again, his heels dug into the earth, rushing to help her up and struggling with his slippery, bloodied hands.

“BASTARD!” Lu Ten screamed, his voice becoming garbled with blood. He choked as Azula watched Iroh’s face as she was helped to her feet. “TRAITOR!”

“Uncle,” Azula breathed. He looked at her, trying to ignore the sounds of his son behind him.

“Zuko is at the foot of the mountain with reinforcements on their way. We have to go now before he... before I show up. I’ve got you, now run!”

#atla #atla au #Iroh #Lu Ten #Azula #cw profanity #cw blood #cw assault #my writing

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gamergoddess98 · 8 months

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A Drink With Terroriser

Summary: Brian (Terroriser) is at the bar/club with Nogla and he sees y/n across the room and orders her a drink and ends up spending the rest of the night with her.

Warnings: Adults only! 18+. Alcohol. Flirting. Dancing. Swearing. Smut.

Song Credit: Post Malone “Takin Shots”

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Brian and Nogla are in town and decided to go for a drink at the bar. They both sit down at the bar counter and order a glass of Heineken beer. While the two are enjoying their drink, Nogla was talking to Brian. After a moment of looking at Nogla, Brian looks past Nogla’s shoulder and sets eyes on a girl sitting at a booth with her friend.

Noticing that Brian wasn’t paying attention to him anymore, Nogla waves his had in front of Brian’s face and he snaps back to reality.

“Sorry, I was just....wow..”

Looking confused, Nogla turns around then back and asks Brian if he was looking at one of the girls at the booth.

“Yeah she’s really pretty. I’m gonna buy her a drink.. Excuse me, bartender! Can I get two shots of Jameson whisky?”

(Cut to Y/n and her friend)

Y/n’s friend sees Brain walking over to the booth. “Hey there’s a cute guy walking towards us.”

Brian looks at y/n and says “Would you like a drink?” Y/n smiles and says “Sure. What is it?” As Brian sits down at the booth next to y/n, he says, “Jameson whisky. What’s your name?” “I’m y/n and this is my friend Kira.” “I’m Brian….and this is my friend Nogla.” Nogla walks up with himself a new glass of beer, sitting next to Kira, and says “I’m David but my friends call me Nogla.” “Do you like Jameson?” Brian asks y/n. “It’s ok but I prefer tequila.”

After a while, Brian and y/n were at the booth, Kira was visiting with her friends and…who knows what Nogla is doing, leaving the two to get to know each other. They talked and flirted while Brian bought a several more shots each.

“Oh my gosh! I love this song!” Y/n says when she hears the song ‘Takin Shots’ by Post Malone come on. “Let’s go dance!” She says. They get up and she grabs his hand and walks to the dance floor. They got to the dance floor and y/n started to dance in front of him. With a combination of the lyrics and her dancing, he was stunned. A part of the song came on and she started to dance on him, touching him and giving him sexy looks.

(Song lyrics)

“”Frontin' on me, but you love it (Love it)

Tryna act like you above it ('Bove it)

Dad bod know you wanna rub it (Rub it)

Have you ever done it in public?

Sippin' all night, let it rotate

Baby, just for the night, you my soulmate

Mixin' vodka with the champagne

Tell me how much liquor can a man take

How many records have I sold?

I don't even know, can't keep count (Nope)

You know that I've been on a roll

Celebratin' life when I come around (Come around)

Sippin' all night, sippin' all day

Brought the beerbong out like a tailgate

Holdin' big words that I can't say

Got me speakin' drunkanesecan you translate?””

When the next part of the chorus came on, Y/n then pushes him onto a nearby empty chair and starts giving him a lap dance, not caring if they’re in public.

(Song lyrics)

“”Drunk when I walked in the door

So fuckin' high like, hello

I told her pour me some more

Then she went right for the blow (The blow)

30 more girls wanna roll

Let's get this bitch on the road (On the road)

Already losin' control

This is the life that we chose””

Not knowing what to do, Brian just sits there with a big smile and lets her do her thing, which he didn’t expect at all.

After the song was over, Brian met back with Nogla and y/n went to the bathroom, Kira seeing her then followed. “Girl, what the fuck was that?!” Kira said amused and laughing at y/n’s boldness, though y/n was drunk. “Bro I donno! It was in the heat of the moment. I can’t stop thinking about him.. like.. having his way with me, ya know?” “I feel that. I’m just not brave enough to do something like that.” Kira says.

(Cut to Brian and Nogla)

Brian sits down at the bar counter next to Nogla and lets out an exhilarated deep breath. “Wow! Bro, I.. oh my god.. I donno what to make of this woman!” Nogla just looks at Brian, confused and drunk, stuffing his face with nachos. Nogla’s dumb ass didn’t even see anything that happened. He’s just off in his own little Nogla world.

Y/n walks over to Brian, and with it getting late, he asks her “So, what are you doing after this? Like.. when you leave?” Y/n stops to think and says “Nothing really. I was just gonna go home and hop on the game.” “If you want, we can go to my house and play video games. I have a few different gaming platforms and I even have a guest bedroom if you need to crash.” Brian offers y/n. Y/n thought that maybe something might happen between them tonight and says yes. Brian pulls out his phone and orders an Uber back to his house.

The Uber arrives and Brian opens the door for y/n then sits next to her. When they get to Brian’s house, they walk in and he offers her a drink. As he pours her a drink, he thinks about whether he should make a move or not, but based in her actions at the bar, there was no way she’d turn him down. He hands her the drink and steps close.

Looking down at her, with a smirk on his lips, he says, “I have no interest in playing video games tonight.. at least not right now.” She takes a sip of her drink, making eye contact with him, smiles, licks her lips, softly biting her lower lip, then reaches out to grab his shirt, slowly pulling him in. He takes the drink from her hand and sets in on the counter. Brian leans in for a hot kiss and picks her up. He carries her to his room and drops her on his bed then he takes her shirt off, laying warm, breathy kisses on her chest. As he unbuttons her shorts, she rips his shirt off, bringing it to her face to smell it and moan into it, enjoying his kisses down her body.

Pulling her pants down, he starts to rub light circles on her over her panties, getting her wet, making her gasp, wanting more. Smiling, he pulls her panties off and throws them to the side. Brian stops to pull his pants and underwear down then he without any teasing or warning, slams himself into her. It made her scream into his shirt. He takes his shirt from her, throws it on the floor, and goes in to bite and kiss her neck.

Y/n wrapped her arms tight around him and he picked her up and slammed her against the wall, still having his way with her. Noticing that he was still drunk and couldn’t hold her very long, he set her on the bed and flipped her over onto her stomach and continued to thrust a few more times before he pulled out and came on the bed.

He had been waiting to fuck her since she danced on him at the club and he wasn’t disappointed. Y/n rested on the bed for a few minutes before getting up to go to the bathroom. Without Brian noticing, she picked his shirt up off the floor as she walked away. Brian was getting dressed while y/n was in the bathroom and couldn’t find his shirt until he looked up and saw y/n was wearing his shirt. “It’s mine now.” Y/n says, smiling, talking about the shirt. “Keep it.” Brian says as he smiles. “We should hang out and “play games” more often.” Brian says as he winks at y/n.

#terroriser #vanoss crew #the gaming terroriser #gamer #gamer love #brian hanby #smut #Spotify #Brian Michael handy #gamer smut #Brian x reader

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