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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— phone calls from far away + katsuki bakugou.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — katsuki get's grumpy when he's away from you - but luckily his groomsmen know just who to call to make him feel better.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, crack? smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, slight praise!kink, pro-hero!bakugou, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 2.6K.

⭑ notes — hello my lurvs! i feel like its been ages since i wrote the main man bkg so here's an old wip i found and ended up finishing so i could practise short form! twas picked by you guys! enjoy ! - m.list ✩

“i need you take this phone, drop your panties and have sex with bakugou. now.”

“kaminari— what?”

you’d just picked up the phone, halfway through a peaceful afternoon relaxing before your own bridal shower in a few days and hadn’t been expecting a call from some of your husband’s closest friends.

“you heard me! take the phone, take off your underwear and fuck—“

“please!” kirishima pleads with you next, looking like he’s about to cry. “he’s driving me insane!”

“what’s he done now?”

“he’s grumpier than usual, threatened to skin deku alive for chewing too loud and nearly ripped the damn bolt out of my hair when i asked him to pass the salt at breakfast— please, be my saving grace here and have phone sex with your fiancé before he kills us all!”

you smile and cock your head, picking up the kettle to finish your tea. “that just sounds like regular old katsuki,” kaminari’s bottom lip wobbles and kirishima groans in the background— it was obvious you were their last resort. a guys only holiday for your lover’s bachelor party had been their idea despite your warnings but you did miss katsuki and you were feeling pent up from being away from him. you were sure he felt the same, he was clingy and pouty, threw tantrums when he couldn’t have you.

“we’re begging you here,” shouto cuts in as he enters the frame— ice cold drink in his hands and his face calm. though his mismatched eyes blaze with stress. “thirty minutes of your time and i’ll let you take a spin in my father’s private jet.”

you note sero tugging on his hair in the background.

“i thought hush money wasn’t your thing, todoroki.” you’re coy with your words, watching the boys fall into a pit of despair at your boyfriend’s tantrums.

izuku speaks next, his green eyes large and glassy. “please.”

in the end, you relent in amusement and send the boys off to give the phone to bakugou while you make yourself comfortable in your shared bedroom— surrounded by his lingering scent of caramel and sweet musk woven into the threads of the expensive linen sheets the blonde insisted on buying.

you can’t stop your heart from fluttering once your fiancé pops into view— he’s decked out in a lose fitting button down, open to reveal his perfectly cut washboard abs and the expanse of his skin, slightly golden and tanned from the caribbean sun. katsuki’s luminous red eyes soften as soon as they settle their sights on you, love flickering amongst the darkened flecks that spiral within them. “hi baby, how’s your vacation going?” you sing, sinking back into the blankets and holding your phone up above so that he can get a good view of you.

“awful. these idiots wouldn’t know how to plan a trip outta this damn resort if they tried.” bakugou comments, going quiet as he waits for your laughter. he gets clingier when he’s away, finding himself souring over the fact that he can’t just roll over and bury his face in your neck every morning— instead he’s met with eijirou or stupid izuku trying to drag him out for some bachelor’s fun…when really all katsuki wants is to be with you. “miss you, wish you were here.”

“i miss you too kats, so much.” with a voice that drips like honey, you lower your tone until it’s sultry— your siren’s song running smoothly through bakugou’s ears. he quirks a brow at you, recognizing it as he mumbles a quiet ‘yeah?’ “mhm…wanna see how much i’ve missed you, baby?”

“‘course i wanna see you, pretty girl…” acknowledging his hum as one of approval, you pan your camera down the expanse of your lounging body. using one hand to hike up your (katsuki’s) shirt— revealing plush thighs and a soft tummy and the stretch marks that curl around your waist and curve of your hips. the low groan bakugou lets out from over the line shoots straight down to your clit, the little nub pulsing with need as you drag your fingertips over your skin just like your fiancé would.

both of you develop a hitch in your breath when you hit the waistband of your panties— they’re nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary but katsuki finds the comfort and confidence you have in yourself incredibly sexy. you can tell by the intensity of his stare, ruby gem eyes honed in on your every movement, that he’s hungry for you— like a feral animal that hasn’t eaten in weeks.

“how bad d’ya wanna see, katsuki?” you ask him shakily, toying with your waist band, hips wiggling as if to prompt an answer out of him.

bakugou’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, and even though the service on your call isn’t the best, you’re still able to pick up on his ragged and uneven breathing. “you’re killin’ me here, sweetness. show me.”

“m’kay, let me get you a better view.”

feeling the flame of desire ignite in your core— you make quick work of propping your phone up against spare pillows and spread your legs either side of the frame. he does the same. there’s a growing wet patch from where your slickness seeps into the crotch of your underwear— obvious to katsuki even from over the screen, painted in darker shades of pixels. you’re so wet that it defines the puffiness of your folds pulsing between the material and for a bit of relief, you slide the length of your middle finger between them, whimpering out your fiancé’s name.

“that’s it, touch yourself f’me,” the blonde slurs, his eyes hooded and voice hoarse, entranced by the way you slap three fingers against your sticky and clothed cunt. “can you take your panties off too, sweetness? wanna see that pussy ‘n how she’s doin’ without me.” katsuki knows how turned on you get from him watching you, admiring you like you’re a work of art belonging to one of the finest galleries in the world— so he takes it upon himself to guide you softly, command you even when he’s thousands of miles away.

you do as your fiancé says, peeling your panties off despite how thick, clear strings of arousal glue them to your sex before you toss them into the room somewhere. a choked moan rattles around in katsuki’s throat, watching your unused, tiny hole quiver around nothing after being exposed to the cold air— he can’t help but whine next, all high pitched and desperate, wishing it was him who was circling two digits around your entrance and occasionally dipping them into your salacious sex instead of you.

that should be him stretching you out, should be him in his bed— touching up his girl and playing with her swollen clit as blood carrying lust and happy hormones rush to it. “such a…such a good fuckin’ girl for me, baby.” bakugou goads, his eyes damn near rolling back at the sound of your lewd pussy squelching around your fingers echoing around his hotel room. your hips slowly rocking against the palm of your hand so you slowly fuck them into yourself.

his camera picks up on every detail, the way your cunt glistens with arousal and the way your thighs twitch the more you give yourself— curling your fingers against your soft velvet walls bakugou’s been dying to be inside since the night he left for this stupid fucking bachelors trip. the more he sees you stuff yourself, the more his cock twitches to life and strains against the netting on the inside of his swim shorts, the first spurts of milky precum smearing against it.

before you get too lost in the pleasure, you sit up and pull your fingers from the snugness of your selfish sex and spit onto them as if to give yourself more lube to fuck yourself deeper— taking a break to reel katsuki in. “take your cock out f’me kats, i know you’re hard.” you say breathless, the tail end of your words tapering off into a quiet sigh while slap down on your soaked pussy for his viewing. “probably so pent up, miss your pretty cock. miss havin’ you inside me.”

bakugou shudders at your praise, moving quickly to kick off his shorts and letting his aching cock spring free— the length of it smacking against his tummy, precum beading just above his belly button. “i miss you baby. fuck…so sensitive,” he hisses, forming a fist around his shaft, rough palms from his quirk brushing up against the pretty blue veins that wrap all the way around him. you’ll never get over how beautiful his cock is, how beautiful your fiancé is with his skin flushed and shining with a thin layer of sweat— chest heaving rhythmically as whimpering as he touches himself to you and spits in his palm to mimick the wetness of your pussy around him. bakugou’s cockhead, a bright shade of red, bleeds white against his knuckles while he matches the pace of his hand to your fingers sliding sloppily in and out of your fluttering hole. “rub in circles baby, don’t forget. jus’ like that… jus’ like how i do it.”

pressing a thumb into your clit and dragging the hood of it back, you squeal— seizing up and gushing all at once. “ooh, shit ‘suki!” you stutter, bucking your hips up eagerly to meet your hand— imaging your fiancé stuffing you full instead of your tiny fingers. “w-what do you miss about me, kats? t-tell me baby.”

“miss…y-your…fuck! you’re so pretty. mm’god, baby…” it’s impossible to focus on anything but your pussy on display for him— your movements syncing up with each other, touching yourselves as if you’re fucking one another. the glisten of your nectar around your fingers only serves to turn the explosive pro hero on even more and he only hopes the view of his precum dripping down his balls and his knuckles has the same effect on you.

“don’t be shy kats, focus.”

“miss your skin, s’so soft. your lips on mine. my tongue in your fuckin’ mouth… fuck, your pussy wrapped around me, squeezin’ down on me just like that…” bakugou grunts out over the sound of his fist slapping wetly up and down his dick. “cant wait to get home ‘n sink into your tight little hole, fuck you like your fingers can’t.”

“i should make you wait until after the wedding day. s’what you get for leaving me.” you tease him despite your pout, saliva pooling on your tongue as you just about manage to brush at your g-spot, something katsuki wouldn’t have struggled with if he were here making a mess of you in person. you suppose fucking him over face time would have to do for now.

“no baby, please. please don’t make me wait, ‘m gonna fuck you so good i promise.” katsuki begs and you believe him, how can you not? with his cheeks all red and face twisted in desperation… perhaps agony from not being able to grind his girth into the deepest parts of you— sufficing with his soiled fist and the memory of you instead. he’s only been away from you a week, but it feels like eternity. “if you wanted to wait until after marriage i’d have put a ring on your finger the day we first fuckin’ met.” he somehow quips, his voice falling just underneath the sound of skin on skin as he pumps himself towards orgasm— matching how you get yourself there with rapid circles on your pleasure nub and fingertips pressed against your g-spot.

if he were there, you would have cum by now— squealing on his cock like the little princess that you are, your juices running down your inner thighs even more than they are now. the thought of you ruined like that that nearly kills the blonde.

“are you close katsuki? don’t hold back for me.” the way you say his name and pull him back into the present has bakugou’s hips lifting from the bed in his hotel room, the course pad of his thumb swiping eagerly over his burning cockhead as he rubs his seedy arousal into his sensitive slit. his fist around his cock mimics the way you would squeeze down on him every time you curl your fingers in your pretty cunt.

the pro hero shakes his head, the tips of his ears flushing red too even though it’s grainy from over the face time call. “d-don’t wanna cum without you.”

it’s not that he doesn’t, it’s that he can’t. katsuki can’t cum unless he’s got his eyes on you, watching every detail and shift of your facial expressions when you’re close— when you’re mewling out for him and crying for his cock just like you are now… except on the other side of the world. he can’t cum unless your body tells him that you’re close too.

“i’m there baby. let go for me.” it’s your turn to make a promise to him, throwing your head back into the pillows so you can take in bakugou’s scent— picture him rutting into you from above, droplets of sweat running down his forehead as he pounds you into oblivion. the ecstasy running through your system threatens to make the dam burst, the symphony of your moans harmonising over the call only dragging you closer and closer to your highs. “c-cum with me. please.”

neither of you can hold back, bakugou pumping his dick until it hurts— a raw and needy cry ripping through his sticky chest as his thick load shoots up it, painting him white with his own seed and contrasting against his sun kissed skin. you’re no better, gushing so hard that you force your fingers out of you, clear streams of your juices spewing out of your cunt and soiling the sheets below.

for a moment, the pair of you lay on call with each other, panting in unison as you come back down to earth. katsuki cleans himself up with a tissue and you lean down to grab your phone, wanting to see him better.

“i really do…fuck… made me cum so much. i really do miss you baby.” he’s the first to speak, his voice gravely from all the cursing and groaning he had been doing but his facial expression soft and satisfied.

“i know. i can’t wait for you to come home, have fun for me okay? i’ll be waiting.” you whisper to him, smitten and longing— mentally counting down the days until he’s back from his bachelors vacation. “no more tantrums. behave.”

“m’kay sweetness,” bakugou laughs at your warning, rolling his eyes albeit fondly. “drink some water ‘n eat somethin’ good yeah? you always forget if you fall asleep right after you cum.”

“i will. you eat somethin’ too. i love you.”

“love you more.”

it takes a while before either of you hang up— clinging onto the few moments you have with one another before one of the boys come looking for katsuki and whisk him away.

you manage with shaky legs to get up and pee before fixing yourself some cup ramen so you can head to bed for the night on a full stomach ( as your fiancé had wished ). when you wake up the next day you have several happy texts from kaminari and an attachment, so you rub your eyes to clear your bleary vision to check them.

kaminari dunce face - 13:52PM: thank you for whatever the fuck you did to kacchan tonight.

kaminari dunce face - 13:53PM: he’s literally never been nicer.

kaminari dunce face - 13:55PM: (attachment.mp4)

downloading the video, you can’t help but grin— adding the video of katsuki drunkardly hugging deku and singing his love for you in the middle of the resort at night directly to your camera roll.

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yours-mythically · 4 months

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The Chronicles of Chaos and Cuddles: Friendly Intruder

You slept peacefully in mama's big bed, the huge blanket covering yours and Nat's body. Your tiny hand gripped her finger in your sleep, but she didn't mind at all, thinking that you looked super cute.

Natasha held you tightly- but not too tightly, as the two of you floated around in your dreamlands.

While you probably dreamt about an infinite amount of candy as well as having a pet unicorn, Nat's dreams weren't all happiness and rainbows.

But that didn't really matter, because next thing she knew, there was a loud banging at the door. Natasha quickly lifted you from her body and put you on the bed, hoping that you stayed asleep.

She grabbed a gun that she kept in a cupboard nearby and rushed to the door, opening it before holding a gun up to the person's face.

Surprise, surprise, 'twas her own sister, Yelena.

"What the hell are you doing here, sestra?" Natasha asked, kind of mad, because the blonde interrupted her sleep.

"Oh, come on, aren't you happy to see me?" Yelena asked, throwing her arms around Natasha, clearly having had something to drink.

You, tiny little you, heard the commotion and woke up, seeing mama on the floor with a stranger on top of her. You quickly took a pillow from the couch and ran up to the two, smacking the pillow on the head of the blonde girl, "Off! Off! You hurt mama! You bad!" You yelled, continuing to hit the woman with the pillow.

"Detka, detka, that's aunt Lena. Remember? The one I told you about." Natasha said, chuckling slightly as she lifted you up, glancing over to the said aunt who was fixing her disheveled hair.

"You bad!" You yelled, crossing your arms and blowing raspberries at her.

"Baby, she's not bad. She's just in...a funny mood." Natasha told you, not wanting to tell you about alcohol and its effects at such a young age.

"Not bad?" You asked innocently, looking up to mama.

"No, Y/N/N. See, she's so, so nice. Aren't you?" Natasha asked, looking over to Yelena who looked like she had no clue what was happening.

"Yeah, yeah. So nice." She said nonetheless, showing a thumbs up.

"'kay." You simply said, cuddling up to mama.

"Come in and tell me about why you've been causing a ruckus. And this time without waking my baby." Natasha told her sister as she carried you back into the bedroom, where you could, hopefully, return to your dreamland of candy and rainbows.

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hellsburners · 11 months

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summary: you're a new library assistant in an elementary school and you cant help but fall for the cute teacher visiting your desk. pairing: teacher!peter parker x librarian!male reader word count: 2.2k (im being ballsy with these fic lengths its actually fun) warnings: none really more of fluff a/n: was in a fluff writing mood :> (might get a part 2 if it gets received well)

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You did everything by the book, literally. There was a handbook resting on the front desk of the library with everything you needed to do as an assistant. You took the books back to the shelves and made sure it was in the right order. You tidied up the library computers making sure every unit was logged off and the chairs weren’t a mess. You also took note of orders from the teachers, some lists from Mr. Jones, Mrs. Longford, Mr. Hayward, and Mr. Parker. You stretched your arms and legs, cracked your neck, and gave a little prayer to the universe that you wish your formal first day will be good.

Ding!

The bell on your desk pinged. A man, probably in his early 40s, stood in front of you. He wore a loose shirt with a pale pink tie, his hair was brown and sparse.

“Mr. Parker?”

“I’m sorry, I’m Roy Jones, from the math department,” he responds. You gave an embarrassed oh and gave him his stack of books.

“Sorry, it’s my first day.”

“All good kiddo, you haven’t seen trouble yet, good luck on your first day,” Mr. Jones gave a kind smile before walking away.

By 8:30 am the students came rushing to your door, you logged borrowed books, received returns, you even did the occasional hush to students being loud, it was going smoothly. The kid in front of you was borrowing a copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray, an excellent choice you thought. You scanned the QR code inside the book, logged in the student’s info and you kindly smiled while giving the book away. Hours passed of you sitting around, sipping on an orange juice box. By 11 am at least 3 students were studying.

Ding!

Oh. The man standing in front of you was tall and handsome, probably in his mid-30s, he wore a neat suit in neutral colors, and his brown hair was combed to the side. You placed your juice box down.

“Mr. Hayward?” you traced your fingers on the sticky notes on your desk.

“Parker, Peter Parker,” he replied. Shit, not again.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Parker.” you shook your head.

“First day, huh?” you nodded shamefully. He gave you a cheeky smile.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry,” you took the stack of books with the label Mr. Parker on it. He reached out to take the heavy books, your fingers were slightly touching. Your cheeks warmed from the contact. There was a certain pleasingness in his presence. You scanned the pile trying to spark a conversation. “So you teach physics?”

“Yeah, 8th and 9th actually,” he carries the books in his arms, he may look lean but you could see the way his arms flexed under his suit. “Are you new to the city?”

“Well kinda, I was born here but my family and I moved out when I was 5. I figured coming here in the city could give me more opportunities,” his brows would raise while you talked, making you feel like whatever words came out of your mouth he listened to intently. “How about you? Did you grow up here?”

“I grew up with my aunt, went to Midtown for high school, and Empire State in college. So, yeah, full-time New Yorker here,” he chuckled. “My daughter and I still live in Queens too.”

“Daughter?” you said shockingly. He looked down at his toes, and he laughed again, that soft deep laugh. “Sorry, you don’t look like one”

“I don’t look like a dad?” he said.

“I mean you look pretty young,” you bit the insides of your cheeks. “I’m sorry I must have been taking up too much of your time Mr. Parker, ‘twas a lovely chat though.”

“Oh it’s fine, I’m on lunch break anyway.” you waved him goodbye and he reciprocates the gesture. “By the way, Peter is fine, just Peter.”

He leaves, and you sit back down on your desk, your heart beating a little too fast for your liking. Your knees felt funny like they were going to give out. Oh, god. You were crushing on the physics teacher.

Before your shift ended Mrs. Longford called and said she couldn’t go to the library due to her pregnancy. You gladly said you would deliver her the books instead. On the way to her room, you couldn’t properly find her classroom, they all looked the same to you, so you went one by one, looking through the windows and checking to see if Mrs. Longford was there. By the eighth classroom, you could see him. Not Mrs. Longford, but Peter. He was demonstrating the law of inertia to the class, making a funny action of being hit in the hip by force, and the class laughed. He seems nice, and the students all listened to him, taking in every word of his lesson. It was admirable really, to have such charisma over a bunch of impressionable kids and use it to educate them.

The bell rings, and a swarm of students floods the halls. The books in your arms fall as a student bumps into you. You cursed, bending down to pick them up while a pair of arms reached out to help you. It was Peter, he had ditched the suit jacket at this point, his shirt sleeves rolled up to show his veiny arms.

“Thank you, I was looking for Mrs. Hayward’s classroom and I couldn’t find it,” you hugged the book while Peter carried the other stack.

“Mrs. Hayward’s room is in the other wing. Don’t worry I’ll walk you to it.”

“Oh no, you must have another class, I can find my way.” you try to take the books but he moves away.

“No it’s fine, my day is done. Let me walk you to her room.” he smiles, again, that pretty Peter smile.

On the way to Mrs.Longford’s room, you talked about your education, where you went to high school, and in college, and where you live now. The conversation later went to his daughter, Mayday, named after his aunt who has sadly passed. She was 5 years old and in first grade, a smart girl, he says.

You reached the 3rd door in the left wing. Peter told you that the lady with short hair and red cat-eyed glasses was Mrs.Longford, the baby bump also verified his claim. You knocked, and she waved at you with a smile, you and Peter went in to bring the books. Peter and Mrs. Longford exchanged greetings and talked about an upcoming faculty meeting. You asked Mrs. Longford to sign some papers for the book requests she had made and she obliged.

Peter walked you back to the library. You continued to chat about random things, your favorite food (he was pizza), your favorite color (he was blue), and your favorite movie (his was Interstellar). You unlocked the library and turned the lights back on. You went back to your desk and Peter took a seat at a nearby desk. You stared at him, arms crossed, legs spread.

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Weeks passed, and Peter had been visiting you in the library. Usually, he’d stay to check student papers or read new scientific publications on the school computers, he was nerdy about stuff like that; but most of the time, he just stayed around to talk to you. He would talk to you about Mayday’s science project, which you helped him come up with. It was an iced tea stand presentation that used butterfly pea flower tea and lemon juice, and it changed the blue liquid to a bright purple. She won a silver prize, Peter says.

Peter had mentioned before that Mayday lives with her mom and that she rarely gets to see her dad. You could see the way the line his mouth would make and how it would frown sometimes when he talked about her. You wanted to give him some piece of comfort, but every time he would smile because it was Mayday, it was his only girl.

You were at your desk enjoying a sandwich with your favorite orange juice box, Peter sat on the floor next to you hidden from anyone who came to the desk. He, too, enjoyed a sandwich you made. You scrolled through your laptop, mainly on the news.

“Hey Pete, have you ever seen Spider-man?” you said, Peter almost choked on his food.

“Spider-man?” He cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I mean you’ve been here your whole life you must’ve seen him right?” you took a sip of your drink. Peter thought long before he answered.

“No, I haven’t,” he whispered.

“Boo! You’re boring,” you threw an eraser at him.

“Hey! It’s not my fault he doesn’t swing by my apartment once in a while.”

“Well, I wish he’d come by mine, take me into his arms as we swing away into the sunset,” you waved your arms around thwipping your hands like Spider-man.

“You’re so silly,” he laughs, he takes a big bite of his sandwich, talking to you while chewing. “You know, Mayday’s been asking about you, she said she wants to thank the guy that helped her come up with her science project.”

“She said that?” you were touched.

“Well, I wanted to invite you, and she told me we haven't celebrated her win so why not invite the guy who helped her,” he finished his sandwich, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “You don’t have to if you’re busy.”

“Friday night right? I’m in.” You smiled.

You knocked at the light blue apartment door, you could hear some ruckus inside. Coming! A man’s voice yells. The doorknob turns and there he was, Peter Parker, dressed in a light gray sweater, the sleeves rolled up, and a red apron. Behind his leg was a little girl with light red hair.

“Hey there, I’m glad you could come. This is Mayday,” she was shy but she gave you a little wave and a hi.

Dinner started in a few. Peter served baked macaroni and a Caesar salad. Mayday brought a plate of cookies she made, without her dad’s help, she said (Peter shook his head). You brought a box of pepperoni pizza as per Mayday's (and Peter’s) request. The three of you talked over dinner about how proud you were about the medal and if she ever needed help you would gladly be there.

After dinner, Peter took the dishes, you went to help but he insisted you not. You were left with Mayday in the living room, she was talking about her favorite book, a book about planets. Venus was her favorite, she says. You began to talk to her about the many books you have on planets in your library and if her dad permitted, you would lend some.

“Do you like dad?” you were surprised.

“Yeah, he’s nice,” you offered her a smile, and she gave you a curious gaze instead.

“Dad is always alone.” you looked back at Peter in the sink, the fabric stretching on his back.

“You’re here,” you stroked her hair. “Your dad always tells me stories about you y’know.”

“But when I’m with Mom he’s all alone.”

“What are you two talking about,” Peter stands above you and Mayday, his hands on his hips.

“We were talking about your hair. Mayday said you’re starting to look like a sasquatch.” Mayday giggles.

A few hours later Peter took Mayday to bed. Mayday hugged you and told you goodnight. You bend down to hug her and she tells you to be Dad’s best friend, always. You were sitting on the couch with your hands on your lap. You looked around the place, filled with books and a bunch of Mayday’s stuff. It seems like Peter just lets her stuff stay there, so as not to forget about her presence. Your eyelids begin to fall as you let out a yawn.

“Sleepy?” he mutters.

“Just a bit. My head is just filled with so many facts about space,” you made a mind-blown gesture, Peter laughs.

“She does that a lot actually.” Peter sits beside you on the couch, keeping his eyes on yours.

“She’s a lovely kid,” you smiled.

“She is,” Peter sank his head on the couch, his eyes closed.

“You think I’m alone?” he frowns. “I heard you two earlier.”

“I don’t think so. You have me,” you mutter. Your hands fall on your sides meeting his. He laces your fingers with his, you could feel the warmth of his palms with your cold ones. He chuckles. “It’s pretty late, maybe you should get some rest too.”

“You’re right, let me bring you home first,” you refused.

“I’d be fine,” you assure him.

You were outside the apartment. Peter was with you in just his flip-flops, his hand never leaving yours. “I had a wonderful night.”

“Me too,’ Peter said, he took his other hand and patted your hair. You looked at him with hooded eyes, his hand falling to your cheek. You inched closer, your face so close to his chest you could smell him, like an ocean breeze. His face gets close to yours, the moment seemingly getting more tense. His thumb rubs your hand, over and over, it calms you. Underneath the moonlight, your lips meet. A tender kiss weeks in the making. Your eyes closed and you lost yourself in him. Your lips leave him a few moments later, a smile plastered on both your faces. You hail a taxi cab and when one comes, you wave him goodbye.

But you swore that night, the moment you entered your apartment, you swore you saw the Spider-man swing by, almost like he was waiting for you to come home.

part two posted here

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arc-misadventures · 8 months

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The Unwilling One

Ren: Hey, Jaune, how goes the righteous questing of a Paladin?

Jaune: Oh, hey, Ren. It’s… It’s not, not going good.

Ren: Well, I guess it isn’t going good when you had to face a titan class Arachnid Grimm all on your own.

Jaune: Eh? Oh no that was easy. I just cut the back of its legs so it couldn’t run, then I smashed its head in with my sword. Bolstered by the sacred power of ‘Smite’ though. Several times.

Ren: Oh, then was it the time you held the breach in the wall at Mantle for three days straight, protecting the city from being flooded from a Grimm horde?

Jaune: Okay, I had help on that one! I didn’t do that all on my own. I wouldn’t have lasted nearly as long without all those mana potions. I did defend that ciry all on my own. Mostly yes, but not all of it!

Ren: Oh, okay…? Then was it because of that, Arc-Demon you slayed?

Jaune: Cinder Fall? Ha! She was egomaniac whose sole focus was on the accumulation of power. They always fail to comprehend the lie about power until it is too late to do so. Twas simple child’s play that one.

Ren: Then why is it not going good?

Jaune: …

Jaune: I have a harem…

Ren: Y-You have a Harem?

Jaune: A harem of shortstacks, well endowed shortstacks…

Ren: Shortstacks?

Jaune: It has a halfling, and a dwarf…

Ren: Good alignment creatures; that doesn’t sound so bad.

Jaune: And, a goblin, and a bloody succubus…

Ren: A-A succubus? Are you serious?!

Jaune: I thought I had two goblins following me around, but nope, turned out one of them was a freaking succubus…

Ren: A harem with a dwarf, a halfling, a goblin, and a succubus…? Why would a paladin make a harem with such kinds of members in it?!

Jaune: Do you think I planned this?! They’re the ones who have started all of this harem crap! It used to be the goblin, and the succubus who followed me around, always trying to get under my cod piece! Then the dwarf, and halfling showed up, then the goblin, and the dwarf kept fighting on, and on, and on, on who gets to sleep with me?! Don’t I have a say in all of this bullshit?! Ahh at least their fighting kept them off of me…

Ren: Not long I take it?

Jaune: Not long enough! That damn succubus struck a deal with the halfling to share me, share me?! Why don’t I get a say in all of this?! And, now that they’ve settled on who gets to have me, they’re fighting on who gets to go first?!

Ren: And, how is that going?

Jaune: Well, the halfling doesn’t care when she goes, she just doesn’t want to be first. She wants to ‘gather information’ before she proceeds any further.

Ren: That sounds reasonable, but given the context it does paint a rather… odd portrait.

Jaune: The succubus wants to go last so she can show me, ‘How a real woman does it.’ I would consider that empty boasting , but she’s a succubus so it ain’t a hollow threat.

Ren: Okay… W-What about the other two?

Jaune: Well, every other night for the past three weeks they’ve been ‘wrestling’ together to determine who’s the top bitch…

Ren: S-Seriously?

Jaune: Yes… I haven’t had a good nights sleep since they started, ‘wrestling.’

Ren: Nora’s the goblin in your team, right?

Jaune: I never said her name, how do you know I was talking about, Nora?

Ren: We may live different lives now, but we’re still friends. Close friends, but never as close as she wants to be with you. Besides, I’m a lanky elf. I may be a fighter, but I never had anywhere near the endurance that crazy goblin has, fortunately you do.

Jaune: Wait! A-Are you giving me your blessing?

Ren: Yes, yes I am.

Jaune: To sleep with, Nora…?

Ren: Indeed I am.

Jaune: …

Jaune: What the hell man?!

Ren: I tell you this to ease your conscience to let you understand that it is alright for you to engage in activities with, Nora, and if you so choose, those other girls as well.

Jaune: I know I was ranting about having an unwilling harem of horny shortstacks, but you’re making this feel really weird, and uncomfortable man.

Ren: I know, but I’m just telling you this to ease your conscience

Ren: …

Ren: And, to warn you.

Jaune: Warn me? Warn me about what?

Ren: Oh, nothing much, just that I taught, Nora some basic wrestling moves.

Jaune: You what?! What did you teach her?!

Ren: Simple stuff really. Moves to pin your opponent to the ground. Simple stuff like that.

Jaune: …

Jaune: You realize you’ve just fucked me over, haven’t you?

Ren: I did find it odd that she was asking for such advice in the first place. Oh well, it’s your problem now. So, good luck, Jaune!

Jaune: …

Jaune: I hate you…

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privitivium · 4 months

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Foo Fighters x Male Reader smut plz

Smut: Facesitting and Ass Worship

Synopsis: where the reader manages to convince F.F to sit on his face because for a while he couldn't help but often stare at her ass whenever she wasn't looking, he would even often get distracted by it so eventually he decides that enough is enough and convinces her to sit on my face. She is reluctant and confused at first but eventually does it.

If not then that's ok 👍 thanks and a have a great day

there was an attempt. never written for foo fighters before even for my own ficlets or whatever.. ooc foo fighters apologies. not too descriptiive as i would want it to be

,,,wanted to get this out really quick so there's weird time skips apologies.. also might be repetitive but i can't actually tell.. words are blurring together when i stare too hard so anyway forgive me for ooc F.F. and not too much assworshipping but its there!

gender neutral used for foo fighters, male that's hyper fixated on their assets and a little bit of a loser reader :3

Catching sight of Atroe was always a blessing.. humming in contentment while practically glaring holes into her across the courtyard after continuously bribing your way in, desperately trying to photograph the plump of her ass in that weird green outfit of hers in your mindㅡbut after that incident, predicament, however you wanna call it - Atroe was now Foo fighters.. A colony of fucking plankton.. the hell were you supposed to think after that? Seeing as you never talked to Atroe by being a sad little weirdo, perhaps it would be better to take your chance with plankton! Hooray!! It was easy enough, making it the semi-norm to indulge them in the most ordinary of tasks or games and whatnot.. leading to the first time you fucked - you, leading the way as you let them explore your body. Yes, twas lovely.. but it was a bit hard to explain on why you were so fixated on their ass and gripping the plump flesh while you fucked into them a bit too brainlesslyㅡ

And, I mean, being attracted to a colony of plankton is definitely out of the fucking norm, right? But man, how can you help yourself.. they're just so pretty and you can't help but be attracted - but personality comes first!! There you are, sitting upon their bed and desperately awaiting their arrival and hoping that their cellmate or guard remain forever away from the hall - god, you just can't get it out of your head. That fucking dream, plaguing your mind.. fucking her from behind, watching the flesh of her ass jiggle every time your pelvis connected with theirs and - oh! your eyes drag along, finding their backside with ease, you wonder briefly what they were doing just before.

“Foo Fighterㅡrs..” You coo, dragging out their name and merrily surprising them as you sit upon their bed, outstretched arms awaiting their body; sky-blue doe eyes lighting up in delight and began excitedly waving with their whole arm in greeting with their cup in the other hand through the bars, before they quickly make their way into their cell; you, having bribed some miscellaneous guard just to be there, finding it a bit too hard to continue without F.F.-

“Sit? On your face?” They mutter in confusion, eyebrows furrowed as they stare at you with a rather copy-paste look of curiosity.. “.. Why?” They retort, head jerking back slightly as if to really sell their apprehension - when really, they were just wondering why you would.. want that. “Like my ass on your face?” They continue to mutter inquiries, trying to remember if there was something of Atroe's memories about “sitting on faces” besides masturbating, and from what F.F. remembers what you initially showed them from your first time together in your cell rather than theirs..

“Y'know, experimenting! Haha, amiright?” You nudge them with your elbow, clearing your throat as you glance between their face and assets - “It's just.. I wanna show you some appreciation for being such .. a good partner to me.” You try to articulate - coming off a bit awkward rather than the sly/confident you were initially going for as you hug them into your body,,

“Oh..” They murmur, eyes narrowed briefly as their focus falls to your hands that were loosely roaming their body before landing on the plump of their ass. “Yeah, experimenting..” They agree, grinning as they bury their face in the crook of your neck for a brief moment - inhaling your scent before a shiver wracks through their body while encased in yours as you touch along their frame so gently. “With acting like a chair?” They guess, peering up at you through their eyelashes - “yeah.. yeah, that's.. yeah..” You clear your throat, fiddling with the clasps of their outfit - “Yeah..”

After a bit of fumbling around and lazily yet dutifully trying to get them off first with a bit of sweet touches and praise that you know they enjoy - they slowly began fumbling with their clothes in an attempt to get the fabric off their body, feeling a bit impatient and a bit too sweaty. Eager to please you... “So I just..” They paused, looking a bit silly as they stared deadpanned at you with their breasts out so nonchalantly. It'd be a different story if you were fixated on their tits.. - “Sit?” They gesture, tilting their head to the side. Eagerly nodding as you laid on their bed - patting your cheeks gently with a half-chub awaiting in your pants, arousal flooding your navel and crotch, knowing what’s to come. both literally and figuratively.

They clamber onto their bed, awkwardly standing over you before they begin lowering themselves onto you; squatting and fixing their legs into a comfortable position that their body deems comfortable - it was like the holy grail being floated down from the sky into your hands.. their puffy, pink pussy settles right above your face as they hold themselves up and merely hovering over before you quickly hook your arms around their thighs and pull them down atop your face - relishing in the way their body stiffens as their pussy presses against your features and - th-their scent.. ㅡexperimentally, you flick your tongue out and drag a strip along their slit, salty, nose bumping against the bundle of nerves and brushing into their green curls - humming in satisfaction as you would any other meal as your hands loosely fall from their inner thighs, dragging your palms along the soft flesh of their ass and began squeezing ever so gently - really, just sinking into the feeling of the heat buried in your mouth and the plump ass in your hands, ever so grateful..

Tongue flat and coated in saliva and partially their juices - immediately indulging yourself with no apparent warning as you drag your muscle along the slit that was parted so deliciously with their thighs spread open ( which were honestly quite the fashion statement as ear muffs ) and on either side of your head and squeezing ever so slightly - their soft mewls and whimpers annoyingly muffled as they gripped onto your scalp; tugging at your hair roughly instinctively without intent of hurting - you wish you could hear the full extent of their beautiful voice but the feeling of their thighs squeezing your head felt a bit better -

“mhrmm..” They grunt, body trembling, “.. good.. ss-so good.. chair..” They mumble, their hips twitching as if they were about to start grinding into your features, their body twitching. To feel the heat of someone's mouth on a supposed “private spot” of their body.. this is human pleasure.. something that makes their head dizzy and heart beat a dash too fast and fucking amazing. they bite their lip; feeling the sucking feeling of your lips along their clit - breathing so hard into them that they let their full body weight fall onto you - seemingly no complaint, as they hunch over, one hand buried in your hair as the other props them up; softly mewling as they loosely grind into your mouth; chasing the feeling of your lips along their bundle of nerves that was slick with their juices and your spit, instinctively before clenching their jaw - grinding their teeth as they feel the wave of pleasure beginning to tighten in their coreㅡ

“.. y’ taste so good..” you mumble, incoherent and voice vibrating along the lines of their pussy in a way that makes them tremble with a soft cry - their thighs tensing around your head in a way that makes your own limbs stiffen and rub together, leg curling over one another as you try to grind into the air in a pitiful manner - completely unwilling to pull your hands from F.F's ass as you massaged and molded gently in your palms in wonder before the ache begins grow painful - the thought of being seen inevitably popping into your head and you ignore, because why are you thinking such trivial things with a pussy in uour mouth ??

fuck it - you pull a hand away from their cheeks, the other stationed and gripping their plump flesh as you desperately lap up the juices accumilated along their slit, hand weakly unzipping the fastener of your odd uniformed pants and tugging your dick free - immediately sliding your hand over the pre and trying to coat your hand in it so it wouldn't be as rough before unevenly pumping as you indulge yourself in the way they tasted and the feel of their flesh in the palm of your hand -

It was a tell that they were close - as were you, but you were not about to time the exact moment to cum as them - !

they whimper, squirming and bucking into your mouth as you keep your pace - not wanting to ruin what they were trying to chase and what you were obviously trying to give - before their thighs clench around your head and their organs seemed to puff out a bit - alas, yes.. the sweet, mostly salty - and holy shit they were really fucking flowing, huh? almost drowning you in their cum, which you try to lap up as much as you could and savoring the taste of them on your tongue..

Riding out their high - only managing to cum once and sweetly on your tongue - making sure to move slowly and deliberately as you lap up the cream so as to not overstimulate them as they were already trembling as you try to finish your meal - perhaps in a moment, they would feel as though they want to try something different from their own mind..

“.. that was.. so nice..!” They exclaimed in delight, breathless, and staring at you wide-eyed and smiley, god so fucking cute - and seemingly glowing with a bright light of merriment as you handed them a cup of water. their pleasure b4 yours.. “.. really.. I had no idea that felt so good.. would it feel as good for you as it did me? Being a chair?” they hum in inquiring wonder, gulping down the cup of water in seconds-

“.. maybe.”

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erinnkenobi · 1 year

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𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 | Pevensie's blood

Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

– words: nevermind.

— 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝. may contain( I really dunno) mature language and might some violence. If you're a minor, DON'T READ.

— summary. your house has been forgotten in the darkness for too much time and that's enough, as your parents doesn't has a male heir, although they don't really care about this anymore. Nonetheless. both em wishes you to marry well, besides knowing well how Westeros is within it's kingdom's is a cruel world to be a woman, your mom wishes the best for ye, a young and clever maiden. Your mom seeks for a betrothal marriage, the revelation of your presence leaves everyone with an astonished look, whose people thought that the Pevensie bloodline was gone, though what really put them with a triggered face is that you, you got for yourself a dragon, making you been seen as a threat as well someone meant to be respected in such a young age.

However in Westeros, you are now not only a damsel in distress but also a pawn for this sick game of thrones, therefore you catches everyones attention with ye cleverness and sassy tongue.

details. your mom is the only Pevensie, except by you, that remains alive, she was betrothed to a Stark Lord, your father, the house Stark has kept this secret for themselves all way long. Cregan Stark does respect your family and house, they'd be there to aid you whenever it's needed, plus house Pevensie by its own have a bunch of soldiers, people that swore loyalty to ye family. — Emrys is bigger than Balerion, yeah, I know.

Note's: English is not my mother tongue, however I hope you folks might be able to enjoy, then be easy on me and if there's any mistake I would be glad with feedbacks.

♥︎ – if you liked. (+ Reblog – if you liked)

The cold weather created a tough path that you ye mom and retinue had to face so could make at King's Landing, the weather wasn't the only problem, it was an worse situation, time before you sat foot in the targaryen land's, your family and servants passed through the northmen, paying them tributes and giving lord Cregan Stark some gifts from your homeland twas distant from those lands, however your mom and you needed to keep on track.

You were apprehensive, thinking that appearing out of nowhere without any warning and just showing up at King's Landing was madness, that your mom went mad and also your father whose agreed with, you have just nineteen years old..

"Well... I know I have to marry, but so suddenly? Who would be mad to marry a crazy maiden who's rides a bloody enormous dragon, and not even having a targaryen or velaryon blood or valyrian culture! They might think that I had stolen them or suppose that this is a sick prank"– you mentally talk with yeself.

Oh, who knows? Sometimes you have intrusive thoughts and anxiety issues, causing you being agitated, your thoughts just ease when a low feral hums behind you, making you feel on ye skin a warmth breeze, its breath as if was wooden sticks recently burnt, Emrys.

Emrys, his snout pokes your back softly interrupting your thoughts; it was his way of showing that he cares about you, so when you become unquiet, anxious or stressed, he knows. Then he'd try to help, even if he wasn't subtle he'd try anyway help you, since the day that you both connected (or the day you claimed him and won his reliance after helping heal his front paw, you could've die in that day, however he didn't did anything to you).

– I know, I know, Am I doing this again, ain't I?-you crossed your arms hugging yourself. — It's just...It's just this overwhelming and uneasy feelings.-you turn to face the huge dragon, poor boy had to turn his head to one side, so he could see all of you with one of its eyes.– What am I suppose to do when we arrive in King's Landing? What if the dragon in there attack us and what about the first impression, you know, the first impression it is what matters.

[Emrys huffs uninterested, he knows due to his size, he'd eat all of them if they tried to hurt his precious rider]

You breath in and out, calming down.

– I have you.- emrys tilts his head, he doesn't exactly knows what you meant, but he feels and tries his best at interpreting you.- I guess with you, dad and mum, I don't need to freak out, just be spontaneous yeey.-you try to cheer youself up and Emrys.– We will soon leave Winterfell, o geez, here is like living inside an ice cube, what a place! Lucky I which have an amazing dragon, in which just standing near is warmful.- you caress his scales, but stopped when you hear two well known voice. –Lykirī.

Sybilla Pevensie and Ivar Stark, Cregan Stark middle brother, a year younger, then well, you're half Stark, but carries the House Pevensie family coat of arms, the reason was simple, you were the "only" child, no. You're an older sister, your mom and dad two years ago had your younger sister, but that's not what we're talking about. You're the one that needs a husband, you're old and your parents desperately wants you married, well your mom, she cares about the future of House Pevensie, the blood, the precious Pevensie's blood, why? Once your mother said that your blood is somehow magic and she wouldn't accept it's extinction.

– Are you freezing my dear child? -your father smiles to you and wow, seeing him using traditional Stark clothes you knew; he was in home, comfortable with it's kin. You wave your head hurrying in ye dad arms, hugging him.– My little cub, these clothes ain't enough? Should I demand the serves put on more clothes in?

– Oh no dad, it will pass.- you hope so.– Eventually, I guess I am not prepared to this weather as I thought I would be.

–It's my fault, I should've bring our family more often here, your uncle said this as well, he almost couldn't recognise you and got surprised when I showed your sister.

– And where is the lovely brat?

– (y/n), don't call her by this name, couldn't just say baby?

You rolls ye eyes, Emrys just enjoyed the time for a nap while you were talking.

– She is with her uncle and auntie, and I dare to say, Cregan is not happy that you with your mom will go to King's Landing just to find a betrothal marriage, he'd confirmed for sure, that he could find a fine men here in the North and...-your father is trying the same, he didn't want you to marry someone else, well he is your father, it's understandable his denial. Your mom cuts him off.

– I said that you wanted to choose by yourself, if it didn't work well in King's Landing, we'd come back here and just giving a spoiler so we could leave this freezing realm, I will go with you to King's Landing with some servants and soldiers, your father and sister will stay here.

– What?Why mom?!-oh no, why dad won't go?

Ivat tried to say something, but ur mom replied quickly.

– Because my young maiden, he have to solve some business with his brothers and it's brethren, me and you can't waste time, ok? The path to King's Landing might take days or hours, we got nothing to lose.

Mom's right, what if the Prince in King's Landing is already married and I lose my opportunity to share my thoughts and doubts about dragons that they've could answer.

– Then... Is this a goodbye papa?-you stare at your dad who waves positively his head, you hug him again, tightly.– I'll miss you, can I see my little brat?-you look at your mom and dad, your mom denies with a soft smile, your dad huffs moody. – OK, that's good, if she sees me and cry I know I'll come back right after her, postpone our mission.

– Yes, we can't wait anymore, each seconds counts.-Ivar look at her with a grumpy mood, he doesn't like being apart of her.– I know, I'll be careful and our girl will be safe, Emrys is by her side and you promised me to look after our baby, Odette.

– I assure you my dearest woman, if something bad happens with our baby, it won't be me who would kill, Cregan and his wife already loves her, she's with them at this moment.

– Oh, it seems my baby melted their heart.-she kisses your father.– We will be back right away.– methapor. Favoravel

...

The minutes has passed, you were in barouche with mom, before we left, Cregan and his people wishes you a farewell: – Farewell, my dear (y/n) and Sybil, before you go, a wee reminder, remarking if someone out there mess with you, both of you are Starks!

'Yeah, uncle Cregan would aid our house whenever it's needed, but everytime he refers us as Stark, he misses his brother, I guess he didn't overcome the fact that my dad uses Pevensie as his surname and not Stark.'

– Of course! If someone tries anything bad, for sure I'll use the surname as my advantage, soon we will come back! -your mom waves from inside, you do the same but sending kisses in the air.

[TIME BREAK]

It was a long travel indeed, you were bored, you wanted to go with your dragon flying around in his backwards, but the weather was awful and you could probably hurt yourself, why? You didn't have a saddlery so it was pretty rough fly on his dorse, thencenforth you usually use proper gloves, shoes and even clothes, sometimes it was painful but you got familiar with it, Emrys dorse in a special part didn't have any thorns/horns, your perfect spot.

– Is he following us from above, innit?

– Yes, since we left Winterfell... –you tried to see him out of the windon.– Mom do you think bringing him out of nowhere won't scare the other dragons? They might become nervous and attack us.-Sybil sees reflexive for a moment.

– We will see, let's hope that nothing bad will happen.

This doesn't help you anxiety, what if they'd attack? A lot of intrusive thoughts runs through your mind thinking the worse, one leg start trembling, hitting softly the barouche floor. Your mom swift touches you length.

– Whatever will be, Will be, my dear daughter, mommy will be there for you, besides we also can count with our men, we are not heading to a dangerous path without being prepared, just... A reminder, we don't need tell about our magic's blood, right?

You shake your head in affirmative.

– Well mom, at least we stopped at some point and took a great shower, we will appear tidy, that's a relief.-you babble looking out of the window until you sees amidst the foggy clouds a spot stirring. - Smart dragon.-you sheepishly whisper with joy.

Before you make a surprise entrance, your mom demands to stop the barouche, she would go inside first (which you disapproved) and you? You would go with Emrys, on his back and wait for a special signal.

– Are you certain of that mom?

– Yes, I'll handle them, just because your father is not around, it doesn't mean that due me being a woman they will do anything, at first sight they will complain but when I show this pendant.-she pointed at the necklance she's using, it was made out of pure valyrian steel based silver, it's older than even Aegon The Conqueror existence, and is well preserved, a signal of loyalty and intimacy, soon it will be yours. ‐ the king mayharps know what it means, hope it is not too late so the truth of the song of ice and fire been told and avoid bloodshed.

The pendant was made of valyrian steel, purr silver, carrying on a figure of a Pegasus, the symbol that represents your House, a gift from the House Targaryen to House Pevensie due to their intimacy (with no marriage, just reliably), a symbol from a long past friendship, when Valyria lived.

– If you sure, I'll just do my part.

– Good, your part of all of this is to be a good calm girl, go with Emrys now, he waited his friend rider for too long throughout this travel.

You give her a big smile hugging your mom.

– Thank you, go ahead, I will be right behind you, I mean... Right above you.-you chuckle kissing her cheeks, before you get out of the cabin she holds you and kisses your forehead.

– My young lady, just don't mess your beautiful braided hair.

You laughed getting out of there.

– I will see with Emrys, see you soon and take care of yourself, my marvelous mom, because we might play the ugliest game, if not avoided.

– Go.

...

At the gates of King's Landing your mom faced a little trouble with the guards, but gladly it was solved with no fanfare. A knight had to accompany them but before Sybilla were able to enter, the Knight had to talk foremost with Ser Harrold, for permission, Harrold, a lord commander of the kingsguarding so he could let her come in.

Ser Harrold doubted the knight and even threatened accusing him of lying at such critical conditions right after the petitions of Driftmark , the knight then said "If you doubt of my loyalty and my disposition in favor of your Grace, the King, see for yourself her carriage my lord, her knights said she could ease our King pain, I rather die right now over lying, I saw it will my full eyes, the symbol on ghe flags around the carriage." what a bold man.

– Show me where she is. If this is a treat or fantasy it will be considered an act of treason, if she lies and kill herself the King, all of them must die.- the knight said nothing more and just guided the way.

Before Harrold could reach his way near the barouche, Pevensie's knight put himself in front of it.

– My Grace wishes quickly for an audience, she knows somehow how this moment is cruel to your King's realm, yet as her sworn knight Lod Commander, she pledged for urgency and her desires is at her orders to take, she wants to talk directly with your King, she might explain everything, Ser Harrold Westerling.

How could they know his name if the true Pevensie were all dead, weren't their lands and Highlands ruined a year before the Valyria doom?

Harrold tried to contest, but the knight said the same thing, tough he changed the sentence in last minute: "– We are here in peace and with gifts, my grace can't loses her patience nor time, if she lost it, her temper might affect all us." After that Harrold understood and quickly ran by the other knight side back to the Palace room, a few minutes ago he was able to hear a muffled roar, he thought it was the dragons from around in the dragonspit, but his consciousness says otherwise.

At the Red Keep room where everybody were gathering, Ser Harrold entered in a rush with a grumpy face. He leans his head to whisper something into the king ears which won Princess Rhaenyra, queen Alicent and the rest of the Velaryons and Targaryens attention, not metioning the handmaidens and witnesses.

Viserys first of his name looks shocked as if he could faint at the knight words which Rhaenys tries unriddle, whatever makes the her cousin looks like that is when something really bad happened or something else that might be seen in his sight wondrous, but what was it? She cannot decipher.

– Let her come in, treat her as a guest.-Viserys says to Harrold who waves positively and get himself out of the room, Alicent was desperately by his healthy as well Rhaenyra who also tried to say and bring the maesters.

– What was that dad?-Haelena question softly.

Alicent changed stares between Rhaenyra and her husband waiting also for an answer, Lord Hand is stranged.

– A wondrous visitor, my child.

Lucerys change glances with his older brother as if them could mentally talk; "Do you know something about this?" – "I don't, it seems neither mom nor Daemon knows about it, even the one‐eyed is curious."- Indeed, Aemond didn't get his sight our of the huge doors.

It was when a big entrance with fours knights entered the room, two carrying Spears entirely made of a well known steel by Daemon and the other two with sheated swords made of the same material. Viserys is trying his best so he could see what is a head of him, is this a dream? The armors of Sybilla knights carries a Pegasus on their backs and a symbol of the same animal on the center.

– A friend that comes for help, apologise for being late, there she comes, A Queen sent by the old Gods that now is out of her homeland, far from Essos, far from their Highlands there she comes to see our King, Sybilla of House Pevensie.

The lads couldn't stopped themselves from staring the knights with their weapons and now after the declaration, there she's.

Wearing a long black dress with red in honor of the colours of the house Targaryen, Rhaenyra stared your mom dumbfounded, Jacaerys and Lucerys couldn't stand their feet anymore, what is all of this?

King Viserys were speechless by it, he didn't even seen bothered by her got herself called Queen inside his Castle. Then Sybilla walked forward, followed by her guards and a man carrying a medium box in hands.

Sybilla bows kneeling before the King, and waited for his voice.

– Rise...Sybilla of House...Pevensie.

She obeyed the man, everyone at the background were muttering:– As you wish, your Grace.

– You...Are really what they've said?-his breathing is worse than ever.

– Yes, your Grace, I am a Pevensie, an only heir, yet I know that wasn't invited and We might not be seen welcomed... To the party.-she looks down on the floor seeing fresh blood, where is a Targaryen there's trouble, cliché. – King Viserys, first of his name and King of the Iron Throne, I would like to speak freely as I don't wish to waste your time, neither the time of your family nor guests.

– Continue...-he says weakly.

– Most of you all must been doubting of the veracity of my House name and if I am a real Pevensie, extinguished more than thousands of years ago, so to proof what is the truth.- she puts her necklance out and holds so everybody could see the round steel based silver jewellery, in a side was a symbol of a Pegasus, on the other the symbol of the Targaryen House, the Dragon with it's three heads.- Your Grace, shall I continue before it could be late?

Otto Hightower changes glaces over Alicent who seems lost, Lucerys were amazed by the jewelry.

– Please.. This opportunity is... A great delight.

– My house, indeed was destroyed and our first homeland also condemned by the doom, but the real doom was our ignorance and secretiveness, we used to known great things that we didn't shared with ours brethren, yet the time when we tried to share, the spirit of envy ruined it all almost provoking our last bloodshed, glad the gods were merciful and here I stand at full length and your grace.-she approaches her body to the throne but stopped.– I would like to share with you and your personal maester a medicine that could skin over your open wounds and give you furthermore month's or years living and...-Alicent bold enough to cut your mom speech asks.

– Viserys, do you believe what is she saying? Is it safe for you?-she pledge touching him.

Before your mom could continue Rhaenyra step in.

– Lady Sybilla, could you assure it, do you have any proofs?- "mom..."-Jace touches his mother's hand.- Just in case, you know?

Aegon in the same time he was bored he also finds interesting.

– Of course, princess Rhaenyra and... Consort Queen Alicent.-she tilts her head maneuvering for one of her servants near the doors using a cloak, not showing his identity until now, the man lowered it's hood revealing a deformation not only his appearance but also half of his whole arm, some fingers missing, but miraculously all of his body is now healed.

– My good Queen saved my life, your Grace.-the old bald man bows.– She saved my life so I could stay alive with my family and also, her realm most of all pregnancies succeed, blessed is their house name, she traveled all this way so she could help you, she thought she'd be welcomed.

Viserys couldn't bear what his ears were listening, with Daemon helps with Alicent by his side, all eyes following Viserys just during to stare at Sybilla.

– How much is for... This impossible miracle?-he asks our of breathe.

Sybilla smiles, Ser Otto thought all of this was false, nonsense, yet for now he's believing, someone new is coming to the game.

– At this matter, I would likely speak only by your family presence or if you'd like to go now and apply what I brought to you...-he replies quickly.

-Everybody out!- the guests leaves one by one grudgingly, the gossip would spread sooner or later.

Minutes of a dreadful silence.

– Please, Lady.. I mean, your Gra...

– Lady is fine, your Grace, I'm a foreigner in Westeros, you're the King.-she continues.– I beg you your grace for simple things, two of 'em, first... I'd like to restore our houses friendship, not only with the Targaryens but also with the Velaryon.-Sybilla looks at Rhaenys who is more than ever interested and Rhaela.– And offer you aid, I know about the conflict on Stepstones and the issue with Driftmark inheritor plus the problems with the fleets and it's ships, your Grace, I have men willing to fight, the war and troubles might not be my problem... I have not only an army, but I've enough money, I have spice trades, extract, food, fabrics which I'd like to share if our intimacy were to be restored.

– How come?-Daemon step in.

– M'sorry?- Sybilla stares at Daemon whose can't believe.

– How come you're doing all this? Why you left your homeland, do you intend take something of the King, what do...-Rhaenyra touches Daemon arms, Viserys also shussing him.

Sybilla sighs in awe.

– Sorry for my impetulance, I must be right on the goal, I mean... Target.-she pauses.– My price and pride is more than anything that I said before, yet again I must remind that I've talked about men willing to die, an army, but for what? Why Am I doing this? Because of my precious daughter.

Viserys eyes softness, Alicent worried face is now way more than interested, she eager for what may come now out of the Queen" Sybilla's mouth.

– Are your daughter in danger?- Haelena blurted, shyness overcome her again.

Sybilla denies with a soft smile.

– Not anymore, again, I don't have only weapons that men can use, not only white weapon but also a fire one.

– What do you mean by "A fire one"?- Rhaenys question.

For the gods forsaken will them stop interrupting her? Viserys is almost dying(literally) by curiosity.

– We've got a Dragon.–silent fills the air.– My daughter five years ago, at her ten-four years old found one and she claimed it, how? I don't even know how because as far as I know House Pevensie never married neither Targaryen nor Velaryons, so this is why I'm here today, because she begged me for years she pledged me and my dear husband to come to Westeros.

– Are you married? With whom?

– A Stark, that now uses Pevensie as his surname.

– Don't tell me he is...-Otto whispers, Aemond looked at his grandsire:"what?"

– Rickon Stark middle son, a year younger than Cregan Stark.–Daemon suggests slightly amazed, but he won't tell, Rhaenyra was out of breath, Sybilla Pevensie, an angel that came out of nowhere bringing good news, she must act quickly.

Damn it, Rhaenyra thought, she already betrothed Jace and Lucerys to the Velaryons, but what if she... She doesn't even know if you hand is already taken, gods be good it would be a no. However she's not the only one thinking about a brethotal marriage, Alicent since Sybilla mentioned a daughter thought it too, Aemond was free and Otto thinks the same when both of them for a millisecond changed stares.

– Indeed he's my husband.-Sybilla continues.-Before any more question, my mother made the Stark promises an oath, creating their own son a false death so no one would suspect of a marriage with some one unknown, but this is not the time to the my fairtale.

– Do you... Have an egg?-Viserys asks, your mom's face turned dark for a moment, yet were followed by a bright smile.

– Only my daughter could answer your question, your Grace.

–Well, I'd like to see her then and...As you said and I would like you to continue, tell me more about why you want to aid us, please everyone, pay respect to our guest and don't interrupt any longer.

– Thank you, your Grace.-Sybilla bows.– I'm here today because my daughter asked for it, she's nineteen years old and rides a huge Dragon.

Jace and Aesmond thought the same:" As if wer possible, Vhagar and Caraxes are the ones".

–[...] I'm afraid she could fall and hurt herself again, she's stubborn I dare to say, but is brave enough to ride a dragon with no proper supplies, though now she wears proper gloves and shoes, she'd also would like to learn more valyrian, at our castle we used to have a septa whose taught her, unfortunately eventually she passed by old age, it has been over a year, but there's more.

Rhaenyra and Alicent all by ears now, not only them but count with Jacaerys and Aemond interest, Rhaenys read Rhaenyra face, she would need one of her boys, the eldest at least.

– Go head.-Viserys awaits.

– She doesn't know, not completely, she knows that one day she'll marry, it's her duty to go ahead with my bloodline, years has passed and now is kind an urgency for me, though I would've liked she chooses by love, then I'd propose a...

– Betrothal marriage?

Aegon muttered under his breath: " geez, she's fucked up." Viserys firstborn son looks at his brother face and sees where his eyes is on, staring with a challenging look at Jacaerys who chooses to ignore him.

Sybilla waves positively her head, she won't say anymore, she's fat fattedup.

Rhaenyra sharply look exchanged Alicent, but both of them know, who you will supposedly marry it's your choice.

– And where is your daughter?- Viserys didn't care about the Betrothal insinuation, he wishes to see the dragon and it's rider.

– She's not used to be la...- A guttural roar near the Red Castle is now heard, an animalistic sound and the Lord Commander shut his eye:" Gods be good, I was a misconception."

Lucerys and Haelena ran towards the windows so they could see what was that, not only them, Jace and Aemond ran as well.

Rhaenyra whispered something to Daemon, Daemon just waved his head slightly in agreement and holds his brother, the King that was excited.

– Before we go, your Grace, I'd like to treat you first, mayharps the Queen and the Ser Harrold, plus Prince Daemon could help?-Sybilla suggest.

– Please, Lady Sybilla... I'd like to see your daughter's Dragon first, but I now you're right, would you like to dine with us?

– It's a honor, your Grace, I accept.

– Her daughter is also invited.-Alicent proposes.

– Undoubtedly, my wife.

...

You finally found a place that Emrys could stay near the castle, you go down cautiously out of your dragon who also help you by lowering his size.

– Thanks ma boy.- you fix the dress that you were using, you're not smelling bad, but unfortunately the lowers part of your dress is not as in a good state as it was.– Mom is gonna kill me.- you stand in front of one emrys eyes.– Is my hair messy? Please be honest.

The Dragon huffs which makes you step backwards, it was a yes, when you touched the back of your head and felt all of your braids dismantled, in a hurry you try to fix, but the only way was letting your hair free with its natural beauty.

–Woah.

You turn to see the voice owner, oh shit, it's a bloody beautiful boy.

Emrys lifts his head towards the boy, but before he could do anything you touch his scales.

–No, Emrys, Lykirī.-you whisper.

When you blinked, you were surrounded by teenagers, close age you guessed, but not only them, adults were coming too. Emrys is now calm and just stares at everyone, seeing if any of them would harm you.

– Fucking hell, that woman wasn't mad when she said her daughter have a huge dragon and...-Aegon was interrupted.

–Four legs!? FOUR?-Lucerys is blank.

Should you say something or just let them talk without thinking twice? You don't mind, yourself was lost when you saw the brunette as well he was infatuated with you, and then another young handsome white haired come at sight.

"Here just have handsome boys? Oh goods... My intention is not that! Stop thinking dumb brain!"

– Hm... Hello?-you wave in the air you hand stepping in so everybody could see your figure.– Yes, his name is Emrys and yes, he has four legs.-you try to sound extroverted, but you're shy, shy at first sight.

– Sorry for our lack of manners, princess ...?-Jace tries to approach you, but Emrys whiffs as a warning, you put your hand on his snout.

– Emrys.- you look with difficult at him due his lengthy.– My name is, (Y/n) Pevensie, don't need to call me a princess since I'm not at home, and yours is...? -you says in a sing songy accent.

– Jacaerys Velaryon, but you can call me Jace.

Emrys whiffs in warning again.

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If Emrys could speak, he would just say: "mind your own businesses, brat".

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Monster Trio with a Black Girlfriend Headcanons (NSFW-ish)

A/N: this is like so long…like..wtf..

Luffy

our Brazilian King here would be the most fun to be with ngl. Being in a relationship with him is no different than being his friend really. The only difference is being a bit more touchy and protective.

He literally loves everything about you from your hair, shape, and just who you are as a person

He loves giving you his hat btw. Especially when you show off your natural hair

Speaking of natural hair…

Probably one of the funniest things that has happened in your relationship is when you take out your braids for the first time.

Ok picture this: Nami just announced it will be getting colder in the next few days as y’all set sail and it’s about that time you want to take out your braids and be natural while it’s cold.

So, You’re in your room as everyone is minding their business and Luffy barges tf in looking for you if you wanted to play tag.

Mf loses his mind seeing the braiding hair all over the place pls

“Y/N YOURE BALDINGGGGGG!!???”

“What? NO I AINT BALDING ITS FAKE HAIR!”

Pls calm this man down he is running all over the ship looking for Chopper

After a good kick from Sanji and Nami you drag him back to your room with your hair now half braided and half a fro to explain to Luffy that you’re not losing hair or balding it’s just fake extensions.

He’s still lost but he’s a good sport about it.

He actually sees your real hair for the first time, it was pretty short when you first met him but you stayed in braids for so long you managed to get a lot of new growth.

Luffy has sparkles in his eyes seeing how pretty and healthy it is(not in a weird way but seriously whether u had a TWA or long curly hair it was all pretty to him)

He also loves your thighs heh

Before you two dated Luffy was already close with you in friendship and very touchy too.

There have been many times you have just been chilling on the ship with Robin and Luffy comes in, put his hat on your head, and takes a quick nap on your lap.

You have gotten ALOT of spit in between your thighs due to this

Don’t worry he also makes a mess of your thighs when y’all are in bed together

Ok lemme put some angst:

We all know OP isn’t afraid to tackle issues like human trafficking and even racism so imagine you and Luffy are in a pretty bad town and encounter some rude racist mfs.

So you and Luffy are grabbing a bite to eat when two idiots in the restaurant come barging in demanding drinks.

The waitress tells them they’ll have to sit at a table but they seen you and Luffy sit at a booth and pointed

“Why don’t you get those two to give up their seats?…the boy and…that person…people like her don’t deserve to even sit in an establishment like this.” And the man had his thumb pointed back towards you.

His tone was so disgusted and to further insult he made his statement known LOUDLY that a girl like you shouldn’t be in a place like this.

“Excuse you?” You muttered looking at the two men in front of you and Luffy.

Luffy wasn’t dumb, he only found out recently after you both started dating the heavy racism people tend to have towards black people which caused Luffy to be a bit more over protective over you.

. Luffy did sit and watch the men’s movements and words, because he knew you could defend yourself, however racist idiots always managed to take it too far and then your sweet boyfriend jumps to action.

“What do you mean ‘a girl like me!?’”

“Do i have to spell it out for you?! YOU’RE A N—“

Immediate knock out.

Broken noses, ribs, you name it Luffy went tf off on them racist jackasses

Your hand barely touched your weapon before Luffy punched the daylights out of said man.

It was actually kind of hot because his hat was covering his eyes.

“Idiots.” Luffy grumbled walking out the restaurant . He took your hand and a piece of meat in the other hand mumbling something about them being bastards.

Long story short after Luffy tossed the men up and down the street so well you ended up giving him the OL sloppy toppy as a thank you that night.

Speaking of sloppy toppy let’s get into the NSFW part of your relationship:3

First off he has seen plenty of naked women. But yours is just better

He don’t know if it’s your shape not being the same as other girls or your skin or just the way you smell but he enjoys staring at your naked body and bending it im crazy positions as if you were made of rubber too during sex

You’re always more sore after one round of sex with him rather than actually fighting marines Sksjsksks

You of course initiated sex with Luffy first after a few months of dating and you were the one to take his virginity (he took yours as well). He was kinda awkward about it though because stuff like that wasn’t something he cared to do.

However, you both got into the oral sex part and goodness he fell in love with you after that.

Luffy has a huge oral fixation so he doesn’t mind going down on you

He actually likes it more than screwing you im sorryejsjhsjdsk

Not that it doesn’t feel good being inside you

Poor boy started crying and moaning so loudly cuming inside you for the first time

It’s just you have a very interesting and addictive taste

His words not mine

He also really likes staring at your pussy Abseiskjdhdj NO JUST HEAR ME THOUGH—

Like when he is eating you out sometimes he just stares at how his tongue is rolling and lapping up your clit he forgets that you probably came at least 2 times :((((

It’s just so nice to look at to him especially if you have a fatter ….cat.

Loves burying his face in your neck pls.

You smell like shea butter and cinnamon the man is so addicted to your smell.

I feel like Luffy doesn’t have a favorite body part your thighs

But he loves rubbing his cock between your thighs as you both sleep .

Literally they’re so soft and warm especially after taking a bath.

Speaking of baths you managed to get him to take more baths

ONLY IF you take one with him.

Usually ends with him screwing you in the tub and y’all get more dirty than clean sksjsjsjs

All in all he loves you sm

Sanji

This man deserved the best head ever omg.

Luckily he has you and your beautiful lips<3

Ngl Sanji is the type of dude to call you his “Black Queen” IM SO SORTEUEKDJSJ

Literally any corny black girl “compliment he can think of he’d say it to you.

“Y/NNNNN MY BEAUTIFUL EBONY PRINCESS I MADE YOU SOME TEA!”

:(….hes trying.

None the less you being his first official girlfriend actually was more work than you thought.

Yes he’s very charming, sweet, honest, giving etcetc but his jealousy sometimes wears you out.

Anytime you two go out together and another man drools—let alone comments your looks Sanji’s already lifting his foot .

He didn’t believe you actually liked him back at first :(((((

Poor baby, he has trust issues. Pls give him all your attention.

It doesn’t take long though for him to accept you actually do love him just as much (if not more) as he loves you.

Said “I love you” on the first date

Threw you off completely, but it was so sweet and quick so you said it back.

A few of your love languages with each other is most definitely quality time and acts of service.

When there is an off day with the crew you and Sanji spend the day cooking meals you grew up with

I.E. whether it’s from your culture (like Nigerian food) OORRR simple soul food baby he is ganna FLIP. Especially if you cook it for him to try!

“Okay so this is Mac and cheese, fried chicken, greens, & corn bread. I didn’t make a whole lot because I wasn’t sure—Sanji?”

His whole world is rocked.

The seasonings, the flavor, the texture, everything that you just cooked was something he will put on his “new favorite food list”

“PRINCESS THIS IS SO DELICIOUS I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU COOK SO WELL!”

He asked to marry you.

He ask to marry you at least once a day

That’s actually how y’all started dating heheh

When he first met you, you were actually intimidating to him but not in a bad way SKSJSJS

He still fawned and drooled over you, but you nearly thought he didn’t find you attractive because even when you joined his heart eyes was still on Nami more than you.

Even after Robin joined after you he seemed to stir his attention to the two girls more than you.

Granted you felt like it was probably because you weren’t his type, you didn’t have those girl’s shape(for example if you’re pear shaped) your hair wasn’t like theirs, and you were a bit more of a tomboy than anything so it made you feel a bit insecure.

Or maybe the mf didn’t like black girls who knows KSHSHSJS

Complete opposite tho this man is a whore for black women

It only annoyed you because somehow you’ve grown a crush on the idiot.

However all those things were the reason why Sanji felt so intimidated + you’re incredibly strong willed and ain’t afraid to speak your mind and that’s what made you so much more attractive to him than another other woman he met.

And you do so one night while Sanji cleans up the kitchen.

You knew this was a bad idea, a bit cringe, and out of character but the curiosity was eating at you and you knew if you didn’t ask right then and there you may as well just get over your crush with him; “How come you don’t like me?” You said without a care in the world leaning on the door frame arms crossed pouting, Sanji recognized your voice and felt his soul drop a little hearing your crazy question.

“Don’t… Like …you?”

“You heard me. It’s not like I’m jealous or anything (you were) but…I don’t know it seems like when I want to hang out with you, you seem to be more interested in Robin or Nami to be around…I know I don’t wear dresses a lot or skirts…and I’m a bit rough around the edges but …as your crew mate…AND FRIEND…I…um….I…”

You didn’t even hear Sanji approach you so closely as your tangent was going on with your eyes not meeting his. He felt so bad making YOU feel bad.

He grabbed your hand rubbing the palm of it with his thumb.

“I’m…im so sorry, Princess i—I um…”

Que the dramatic music

“I AM SO SORRY M’LADY! YOU DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE THE QUEEN YOU ARE I CANT BELIEVE I MADE YOU FEEL SO ABANDONED BY YOUR PRINCE! PLEASE FORGIVE ME—MATTER OF FACT NO DONT FORGIVE ME I DONT DESERVE IT!”

“Sanji..”

“I PROMISE TO NEVER HURT YOU AGAIN—“

“Sanji…”

“I’LL DO YOUR LAUNDRY, COOK ALL YOUR FAVORITE MEALS, ANYTHING TO—“

You actually found it amusing seeing how much of a drama queen he was asking for you not to forgive him, and you’re a big softie for him so to shut him up you grabbed him by his nape and kissed him.

His lips were so soft omg

“Marry me.”

“HUH?!”

And that’s how I met your mother

Ok we finna get spicy over here

Sanji is a boob man. We know this. And because of this he loves seeing your boobs ALOT.

“They’re like chocolate kisses.”

You nearly started crying from laughter when you let Sanji fondle your chest.

“Do not say that again will slap you—AH!”

Too late Sanji popped a whole titty in his mouth.

Ngl after a few months of dating and gaining each others trust he started to become a bit OOC.

Meaning….in the bed.

At first he’d ask you repeatedly if you felt good having sex with him, but now that he knows your body…well..

“R-Right right there San—-JI YES!”

“I know baby I know..”

Tf this boldness come from

Ok so you took his virginity too. It was just a Process because Sanji kept bleeding on you.

Had to use a blindfold on him which really had him cuming in seconds.

He sometimes moans in French.

Maam…

He moans in French in your ear and you slowly grind on his cock

“S-SA—-“

“Tu te sens si bien sur ma bite”

HOHOOO I GATTA MAKE A SHORT DRABBLE OF THIS

You find his French accent so sexy

Cocky bastard knows it too so if you are acting like a bit of a brat he whispers in your ear some of the dirtiest things he wants to do to your body in French

You don’t even know what he’s saying it just sounds hot KabsjsKSBSKS

Sanji most definitely loves to finger you.

Great past time when you both are alone and you wear a short dress or skirt

Your pussy>>>>>>>>>>>>life is his whole mentality being with you in bed.

When it’s your hair wash day Sanji always invites himself to help you, but it always starts off with him helping washing your hair, then once he rises it he begins kissing your shoulder, then your spine and then next thing you know he lifting your pretty brown thigh on his shoulder kissing and eating your pussy under the hot shower head <3

He keeps those days marked on his calendar SKSJSJ

Zoro

I told y’all he wasn’t racist

Mf is a simp for black and Latina women too he just won’t admit it fr.

This mf here..

He mf adores and can’t stand you all at the same time

Seriously your little smart remarks is ganna be the death of him.

Zoro actually loves a feisty/strong woman. He’s usually around the girly girl types plenty but seeing a woman that isn’t afraid of fighting grown men 10x her size is what led Zoro to pursue you

However he didn’t know he had a crush on you you were the one to get it out of him💀💀

“Why don’t you admit you like me already? We could have been dating like…a week after I joined y’all.”

“What?! I don’t— !”

“You’re literally cuddling me, Zo…”

When you first joined shortly before Chopper you both automatically had a love/hate relationship.

You were a gunslinger and he was a swordsman there were plenty of debates on which was better

“At least I can still fight if I run out of bullets..”

“At LeAsT I DonT RuN ou—-shut up! If it came down to it and we ended up fighting I’ll whoop you so disrespectfully boy..”

“YOU WHAT?!”

Me and Mrs. Petty everyone <3

You both tend to argue a lot but it’s stupid arguments that you start because you love annoying him.

And he knows this.

Zoro also likes patting your butt

It’s never sexual—you’re the sexual being in the relationship (we’ll get to that later)

But Zoro loves your fat butt.

Literally. The man is a butt man.

The way you sway your hips when you walk and how your butt effortlessly moves has him staring for way longer than he should.

And you know this.

However he usually pats your butt to get your attention

“Common we head to head to the ship.” He stated in your ear walking past you giving your bum a light slap and slowly dragging away said hand off your bum.

It turns you on sm pls

Loves to nap on your tummy

Looks like a grumpy baby with his strong arms around you and his face slightly tucked in with his eyebrows furrowed

He usually lift up your shirt to have skin to skin contact

Sniffs your hair a lot

Don’t know why he does it but sometimes when he’s standing behind you he just lowers his head and does a subtle whiff

You don’t question it….you kinda wanna though.

He lets you hold and use his swords

You have threatened him with it…many times.

Also if you have a TWA(or any natural hairstyle really) or like finger waves of the sort he friggin loves that. Whenever he’s holding you he tends to run his rough fingers through your curls and sometimes helps pull out any kinks he may randomly find

You woke up to him one time eyes completely focused on a tangled curl you had

It was so cute

“Zo—-?”

“Lay back down im not finished.” He pushed your head back down gently still taking out the curl.

Despite that Zoro really has no clue on how to be a proper boyfriend sometimes so you have to teach him.

A lot.

“Why would you randomly want flowers where would you put them?”

“ITS THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS YOU ASS.”

He’s trying.

Y’all never go on proper dates though.

Zoro doesn’t think it’s necessary, you both spend a lot of time together training or when you dock on a ship.

However if you REALLY wanna go on a date he’ll take you.

Ended up in a mess.

You both got lost.

Zoro was fighting random pirates

You shot a guy

Y’all fell down a hill because Zoro slipped and grabbed your arm

Never again

His dick makes up for all his stupidity though

Okay don’t get mad…

But I don’t think Zoro is as great with sex as y’all say he is OKAY JUST LISTEN TO MEJDJDDKSKS

I do believe he can LEARN HE IS A GOOD AND FASTER LEARNER

But it took so long because he’s so easily flustered.

Just like Sanji and Luffy he was a virgin and you had a bit more experience.

You went down on him first and he was actually more embarrassed than turned on KSBSJDKS

But he just felt weird seeing you in between his legs damn near gagging on his cock. You liked it though.

“Are —-are you okay?”

“Mmhm. Why does it not feel good?” :(

“No ! I mean yes! IT DOES! DAMMIT YES YOUR MOUTH FEELS GOOD!—“

When Zoro first slid inside you you swore his eyes rolled back and he swears you were just seeing things.

“Feel good don’t it.”

“Shut the hell up.”

No but after the 2 years he definitely got much better and bigger

He knows how to read your faces on what hurts and what feels good and it’s honestly something he pats himself on the back for.

He loves it when you sit on his face btw.

You’re thick, he’s thick , and he loves your thickness so sit on his thick head. Both of em

Remember how I said you were the more horny one of the relationship?

Not true he is but you’re more vocal about it.

“Zoooooo….I wanna sit on your face.”

Man nearly drops his dumbbells on his foot.

“What is wrong with you?!” Literally been craving to eat you out all day since he had a dream about it this morning though.

His tongue…..

Whew

My mans is a messy eater

VERY MESSY AND AGGRESSIVE TOO

You like how he manhandles you so it’s not a big deal but if anyone were to see him eat you out they’d think he’s literally EATING YOU

He loves holding you up on his shoulder to eat you out btw

You’ve been caught once by Usopp in the aquarium with you back high on the wall and him sucking your clit

Us couldn’t speak to you for weeks

Zoro didn’t give af

Ok he did a little because his dick was out

Amazing bf.

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elliewiltarwyn · 2 months

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A Specialized Problem (OC Swap Gift for @mythandral)

for the FFXIV OC Swap discord's current swap, my giftee is the incomparable @mythandral! Coming in a little under the wire here cause the deadline is on Sunday ghasldkfjkasd BUT I'm really glad I finally sat myself down and devoted the energy to exploring Myth's whole deal because it's all so cool and fascinating and he's a wonderful character, and I hope this gift lives up to those standards!!

I present a 2,321-word fluffy MythXStephanivien fic illustrated with gposes from Steph's POV centered around Myth. I offered either gposes or fic writing, and then hubristically decided I could do both. >.> also there was technically a theme for the swap but thankfully they were optional because I completely forgot sdghalshgf however I suppose you could say this is adjacent to the Valentione's/Love option?? it is goddamn cotton-candy levels of fluff at least lol

ANYWAY WITHOUT FURTHER ADO hope you all and Myth in particular enjoy!!

It was well after the end of the workday, with the gray Coerthan clouds beginning to tint orange and the sun beginning to aim its reach through the still-open doors of the manufactory, and Myth had yet to move an ilm from his spot.

This in and of itself wasn’t terribly surprising; Stephanivien was used to his husband’s tendency to focus on his projects to the exclusion of most else. It was a method of increasing his productivity and a process of healing both for him, allowing him to turn his anxieties into progress on any number of little projects that had fallen by the wayside in the manufactory’s assembly line, but ones that would be of immense benefit to unfortunate folk from the slowly-ascending peasants of the Brume to the steadily-recovering citizens of Garlemald. Even if it were for no benefit but his own, Stephanivien would never begrudge him these times to himself; Fury knows he could use some of those moments, butting heads with his lord father and Tedalgrinche and other such doubters all day as he does. Albeit less so these days.

No, Stephanivien’s concern was more prosaic: typically, Myth’s personal space in these times was active and bright, delighting in the sounds of his tools tinkering with his project, examining it from every angle and frequently ducking his head and craning his neck into unusual positions to do so, not to mention how he would gladly explicate upon his process to any who asked, especially if they were new hires of the manufactory who were like to stand there in awe of the Warrior of Light more than actually listen to a word he was saying. Quite frankly, Myth was a delight when he was in these moods.

Today, it had been anything but: Mythandral Raas, beloved senior engineer of Skysteel Manufactory, husband of its proprietor, and Warrior of Light, had spent near the full afternoon gazing blankly at the device in pieces before him on the table — his own aetherometer. His elbows had rested on the table for what seemed to be several bells, his hands clasped across the bridge of his nose as his burnished golden eyes, the color of the sun hiding behind the overcast sky, traced the span of gears, nuts, bolts and wires sprawled across his workspace. Most disturbingly, he had paid no heed to any who tried to draw his attention — not that anyone pressed particularly far, fearful as they were of disturbing such a notable figure of renown, no matter how open-minded and approachable Myth presented himself.

‘Twas quite strange for Myth, but Stephanivien had some ideas percolating in his overactive mind — both as to the cause and as to possible solutions.

And so as the day wound down and countless employees and guild trainees trickled out the door, each bidding both proprietor and Warrior of Light good night, Stephanivien pretended to busy himself with a pile of messy letters that a Haillenarte manservant had delivered earlier that day, flipping and reading through the same three or four until activity in the manufactory died down, until all that could be heard was the sound of steam rushing through pipes and small hisses of exhaust — the murmurs, chatter, and laughter of his employees finally absent. Even now, Myth continued to regard his aetherometer sternly, attempting to solve a puzzle that, Stephanivien admitted, could stump even himself.

Once he had judged it to be likely they truly were the last in the manufactory, Stephanivien raised his voice slightly to note, “Stare any harder, my dear, and you’re like to burn a hole straight through the thing.”

Finally, for the first time in several hours, Myth’s head rose from its downturned angle. Smirking to himself, Stephanivien balled up the letters in his hand, tossed them over his shoulder into the wastebasket, and slipped out from behind the desk to make for his partner’s side. As his boots clacked across the wooden floor, Myth’s head slowly craned around to gaze up at him over his shoulder, blinking fairly irregularly and furrowing his brow as if he had just awoken from deep slumber. “Of course, if doing so would solve your seemingly impenetrable dilemma, then I wholeheartedly encourage it by all means.” Stephanivien winked. “As I always encourage exploring such unorthodox methods.”

“Unfortunately, this is a matter that requires a delicate approach,” Myth demurred as the corner of his lips tugged upwards slightly. “I won’t deny I’ve been quite tempted to incinerate the blasted thing a number of times, though.”

“’Twould certainly eradicate the problem in one sense.” Now by his side, Stephanivien reached over and laid a gentle hand on his partner’s shoulder while extending the other around in front; Myth took the hint and reached up to clasp it, each machinist curling their fingers around each other’s thick padded gloves. “Shall I take a look? Fresh perspectives oft bear unforeseen solutions, as you well know.”

Myth sighed. “You’re welcome to, I suppose, but I fear this is a particularly specialized problem. It involves…well.” He chuckled, sat up a little, and wryly rapped his knuckles against his own chest; Stephanivien knew very well the “problem” laying beneath Myth’s perfectly-tailored, shockingly-clean-for-a-Skysteel-engineer shirt. “My stint with the Light is largely resolved, but I am still particularly susceptible to fluctuations in my aether, particularly when I’m doing something aether-intensive; when I accrue a surfeit, the probability that the aetherometer will jam rises — the lightning-aspected aether it is supposed to draw becomes imbalanced toward the umbral.” With his free hand, he reached for a small wrench that laid on the table next to the meter, flipped it into his fingers with all the dexterity of a Lominsan rogue with their knives, and drummed it along the length of an internal piece of the meter’s machinery. “I am trying to figure out how to filter Light aether and restore the lightning’s astral balance, in essence.”

Stephanivien frowned. “That is quite the conundrum — after all, if it were possible before…”

“…I would likely have had a much easier time in the First, yes,” Myth mused with a grim chuckle.

“That aether fluctuations could cause errors with the extraction is a possibility I ought to have considered. It pains me to know my oversight has been causing you grief.”

“Come now, there’s no way you could have possibly known ‘twould be an issue when you invented this,” Myth immediately interjected, shaking his head up at his husband with a mischievous grin. “Frankly, had you, it would have raised serious questions about your choice of occupation. You could make a killing with that sort of precognition.”

Stephanivien submitted to a chuckle himself as he squeezed his husband’s hand and shoulder both. “You say that, and yet I am not unaware of the skeptical glares everyone still gives my prospectometer.” Myth stifled a laugh with his other hand, a sound Stephanivien had not heard all day and had sorely missed. “At any rate, mayhap we should step away from the problem for a time? Even your genius mind cannot carry on forever without rest and recuperation.” That being said, Stephanivien’s insides churned, as he knew quite well why Myth had been focusing so intently on solving this particular puzzle. From the tales he had heard, from what he had seen cross his husband’s torso, the Light had done quite a number on him, to put it far too lightly…

Thankfully, Myth’s response to the proposition was to sigh, lean his head against Stephanivien’s hand, and murmur, “Perhaps you have a point.” He groaned and stretched his other arm and both legs outward, rotating his wrist and feet as he stretched his neck to one side, then the other. There was a grimace on his face when he muttered, “I definitely should not have sat here all day. Have you aught in mind for an alternate activity?”

“‘Activity’ should not be a factor in the equation, my dear…” Stephanivien trailed off as his gaze tracked towards the chronometer sitting on the manufactory’s front desk. The specific time that it was currently displaying suddenly ignited the spark of an idea in his mind, and he grinned. “Though I do believe I’ve thought of something. Here — follow me.”

Myth’s brow furrowed in confusion, but he allowed Stephanivien to pull him to his feet and start to make for the stairs hand-in-hand. Stephanivien’s heart beat faster and faster in his breast as they climbed those stairs to the manufactory’s upper story, crossing the landing until they reached one of the doors on the far side with a ‘No Entry’ placard hanging off the handles; Stephanivien carelessly yanked it off and pulled Myth through, crossing into a poorly-lit corridor.

“Hm.” Even in the darkness, Stephanivien was well aware of the arched eyebrow upon his husband’s face. “I can’t say I’ve ever been down this way.”

“You did not think the ‘No Entry’ was a physical barrier, surely?”

“You never know.”

Stephanivien laughed gaily as they began to climb another set of stairs. After all his worrying, all Myth’s trials, he could not well describe the extent to which he was walking on clouds hearing his partner’s sense of humor return to prominence.

There wasn’t much further banter as the two ascended the stairs to an extent much further than Stephanivien was sure Myth expected, distracted as they were with the effort and the numbered floors counting off in Stephanivien’s mind. Once they reached the fifth landing, he diverted off the steps onto it and led Myth down another few dark corridors, eventually reaching one sitting unremarkedly at the far end.

“You may want to cover your eyes for a moment,” Stephanivien warned with a cheeky grin; Myth looked confused still, but obliged, lowering his goggles and shading them with his hand. Holding his breath in anticipation, Stephanivien yanked the door open and pulled Myth through.

The moment the sun fell across Myth’s face, it rose in shock, his lips slightly parted as it literally dawned on him what was happening. “Wait, but…”

Stephanivien couldn’t help a satisfied smirk as he gently coaxed his partner forward, stepping onto a surprisingly wide stone landing and making for its edge. “Ishgard has a reputation for dreariness that is not wholly unearned,” he said matter-of-factly, “but there are certain places that are adept at reminding me ‘twas not always a cold and biting clime.”

“Right here at the manufactory?” Myth replied in awe; having apparently gotten used to it now, he pushes his goggles back up onto his forehead and lowers his hand, his golden eyes sweeping back and forth, taking in the vista before them.

“‘Tis not particularly known, and I am ill-inclined to reveal it to most. But of course, I will make certain exceptions.” Stephanivien beams at Myth as they reach the edge and draw to a standstill, relishing the way the widening of his partner’s eyes gave him premium access to the view of their golden pupils, now soaking in not just the scenic view of the ridges of Abalathia’s Spine but the way the sun perfectly sat at the apex of one of the gaps between the Pillars for which the district was so named.

A hesitance struck Stephanivien at that moment, the potential pitfalls of his devious plan now catching up with his overactive mind. After all, if Light was the source of such woe for him… But he remained resolute as he gestured at the vista, lingering in particular on the rays of the sun, so strong with such defined shapes that he swore he could reach out and pluck them from the frigid air. “The sun travels over Coerthas as normal, of course — but it never nestles into what I would declare its proper spot aside from this particular time of day, in this particular season.”

He exhaled a visible puff of air and put his hand on his hip, the other now tightly beginning to curl into Myth’s. “From this spot,” he began quietly, “I can remember easier that we are not so isolated here in Ishgard — that the warm touch of the sun can reach even us.” His gaze flicked up to Myth’s eyes again, meeting them as Myth turned to stare at him. “Both that we need not suffer our trials alone… and that ‘tis still possible to partake of that which is comforting about the light.”

Myth’s other hand, on apparent instinct, rose up and placed itself directly upon his chest, over the precise centerpoint where Stephanivien knew the scars laid. “Steph,” he breathed, “you…”

Stephanivien chewed his lip anxiously, the nerves beginning to rise to a fever pitch as he suddenly found himself unable to read his husband’s expression. “I apologize profusely if I’ve given any offense,” he murmurs, averting his gaze, “I merely thought—”

A leather glove wraps around his hip and pulls him in to share a deep kiss with Myth, one which he enthusiastically reciprocates, reaching up to cup his partner’s cheek and move in for a more comfortable position, a warm position, here in the arms of Mythandral Raas.

“You are,” Myth breathed between kisses, “as always, a genius, and have the answer to everything.” They pulled apart slightly, just enough to rest their foreheads against each other; Stephanivien stifled a chuckle as their goggles clacked awkwardly against each other. “Thank you, my love.”

Stephanivien grinned. “I’m overjoyed to have helped.” They kissed again, and Stephanivien began to tangle his fingers in the lengths of Myth’s luxurious hair. “If you like,” he whispered somewhat mischievously, “I can steal down briefly for some of the ale stores? I’ve found it goes quite well with the view.”

“Oh, on any other day, I would gladly,” Myth replied, pulling back and grinning at his husband. “But tonight, I think I would keep my mind clear. I’ve just had a flash of inspiration about my problem, after all.”

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv gpose #my fanfiction #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv swap #elezen #stephanivien de haillenarte #stephanivien x wol #other's ocs: Mythandral Raas #thank you sm for trusting me with Myth he's fantastic!!#also this is actually the first time i've ever posed elezen!!#and for some reason i found their heights so much more difficult to wrangle than femroes?? i dont get it??#also also i apologize if any or all of this doesn't line up with Official Myth Lore™️but i tried my best! 🙂

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falkarph · 11 days

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DRAGON'S DOGMA 2 STARTERS

rp prompts taken from the video game dragon's dogma 2 by capcom. some have been edited.

❛ a good sleep will ensure we’re prepared for the morrow. ❜

❛ i shall go to the grave with a smile on my lips, for i have no regrets. ❜

❛ this is the second time i’ve watched over you like this, isn’t it? ❜

❛ as i understand it, 'tis boorish to speak when you’ve naught to say, so i shall hold my tongue. ❜

❛ we‘ll see each other again, you can count on that. and when we do, you’d best be ready for the fight of your life. ❜

❛ i had nearly given up on myself, yet 'twould seem i am not without talent after all! ❜

❛ i learned the words but this is the first i use them. ❜

❛ don't bring trouble to my door, you hear? ❜

❛ 'twas never my intent to deceive you. i simply feared that if i spoke the truth, none would wish to involve themselves with me. ❜

❛ i dare not enter the palace. but i would fain escort you to the castle entrance. ❜

❛ pray visit me if you’ve the time or inclination. ❜

❛ all is preordained. even my death at thy hands. ❜

❛ there’s no shortage of ne'er-do-wells out there, willing to claim their medicine the only cure that they might inflate its price. ❜

❛ what are you doing? unhand me this instant! ❜

❛ love is as twin to madness, they say. they are bound fast, as night is to day. ❜

❛ oh, unwring your hands, you fool. as if anyone in this palace would dare say a word against me. ❜

❛ i find myself on edge when you stray from my line of sight. ❜

❛ save your honeyed words, traitor! ❜

❛ you would leave one of your own to die? ❜

❛ my efforts led only to my own ruin. ❜

❛ i believe i cautioned you to keep your drunken revelry in check. ❜

❛ they say you should be thankful for your life, but simply being alive isn’t the same as living, eh? ❜

❛ 'tisn‘t the first time i’ve taught an unseasoned whelp the meaning of betrayal. ❜

❛ my vision’s growing worse by the day i fear. ❜

❛ if i had but better known your heart, i could have shared in your burdens. ❜

❛ 'tis not my conscience that called me here, oh no. i simply cannot stomach acts of cowardice. ❜

❛ doesn’t seem like you and i are going to share a drink anytime soon. a shame, really. ❜

❛ and what business have you here, in the nobles' playground? ❜

❛ we’re lost, plain and simple. ❜

❛ 'twould seem my time here has reached its end. can’t say i‘m happy about it. ❜

❛ i possess no ill intent, i assure you! i merely wished for a closer look. ❜

❛ alas, though he was a just and goodly ruler, there is not a single person alive who remembers his name. ❜

❛ it can be a blessing to forget—and to be forgotten. ❜

❛ the flesh may rot, the soul, fragment. yet power—power endures. ❜

❛ no one has any care for me beyond my title. ❜

❛ another dogged adventurer, come to take my life? many have tried, and, as you can plainly see, all have failed. ❜

❛ naught can be achieved without sacrifice. ❜

❛ follow me. and, pray, take care not to fall behind. one can easily lose their way here. ❜

❛ if e'er you’re in need of a hearth to return to … then let it be mine. ❜

❛ i may be past my prime as a fighter—but i can still teach. ❜

❛ s‘pose it must make you feel a hero, seeing the person you caught yourself sitting behind bars. ❜

❛ do you think you can exact change in this world through good will alone? ❜

❛ reckon your road‘s been a long one. ❜

❛ i so hoped you’d visit. is that strange? ❜

❛ such knowledge has been known to cost a man his head. ❜

❛ shall we hunt a few monsters to start the day off? ❜

❛ the world shall not change with my death. ❜

❛ wilt thou slay me, or be slain? ❜

❛ 'twas all a farce and i the fool, exulting in my wooden crown. ❜

❛ do as you will. i care not what befalls me now. ❜

❛ i never knew how vast the sky was ere i left home. ❜

#rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #sentence starters #rp starters #rp sentence starters #my prompts #dragon's dogma prompts #dragon's dogma 2 prompts #i'll make one for dark arisen eventually #maybe

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loopscereal · 22 days

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VOTE GOLDAMI extras below the cut

inspired by Chocos animatic that wrecked me, I've rewatched it god knows how many times! i love it so much! vote goldami i say as if im not going down with a sinking shi-💥 uh uhh i gave Cami some scarring (?) on her hands, due to her "evil magic hands", idk if they're Actually There or if its metaphorical for how she sees herself, Golden is kissing her hands and pulling one to their chest to show that her hands wont inherently harm people. her hands are inspired by eclipsa from star vs the forces of evil, personally i would giver her the scarring physically, cause her wearing long gloves all the time would be really cool uhhhh detaaails details uhhh

cami has anchor earrings, Golden has the steering wheel of a ship. haha get it? a ship could never love an anchor? cami also has her hair turn into chains but i feel like thats obviousss. their outfits are also sailor and captain outfits respectively, idk how accurate they are i just googled sailor and captains and combined things that looked cool to me. anyyway details abt their outfits:

camis stripes are "light stripes on dark base" with a white bow thinggg (if we ignore her collar thing)

Golden has stripes that are "dark on light" and a black bow thing, and black gloves! so their things are opposites but their hands are matching and "dark"

THATS IT thats all for details, uh onto concept stuff and drafts that you (choco) might like.

in my first sketch (left) wanted to have cami doing nothing with her hands, abscuring them complerely somehow, and then theres one where shes literallt going in circles with golden with her hands behind her back, and Golden offering out their hand. second sketch (middle) i got the idea to have Cami not looking at golden, crying, and gaving Golden hold her hands to their face, cupping their own face with her hands, and kissing her hands to show theyre not evil. but the third (right) sketch i realized that i didnt really like Golden being "above" Cami in any way, whether it was her own perception of them as better than her, or not, i liked the idea of golden "coming down to her level" on the floor and comforting her, being by her side. so! on the floor! they re both on the floor now.

heres where i start focuing on the one pose, getting the anchor as an earring instead of a hairclip, and i lifted her head a bit but i ddnt like that, i really really liked the "dropped" hanging head she had in that third sketch. uh blue sketch is the begining og the final thing! yay! then the first actual draft thing. this is when i decided that i wanted to colorpick the blues specifically from chocs videos. twas essential. uhhh yeah. yeah. long story short this it totally revenge. this is me getting revenge. revenge from choco, who clearly wrong me, me in specific, by using the cranewives in his propaganda. this is revenge, i hope you explode. <3

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ky0endul4yne · 9 months

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𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ,, ‘ for eternity

The Task Force 141 shows their adoration for you in ways that they only can.

tags ; Fluff, Ghost being Ghost, Soap is a lovable idiot, Gaz is just a sweetheart, Price is (gegrhwvrhehe I love him so much it makes me cry) such a romantic, this is just me and my agenda of staying delulu is the solulu, reader is gn, domestic life, mentions of previous operations (that I made up), and tooth-rotting fluff, English isn't my first language srry.

additional tags ; endline being an absolute dumbass and learns how to understand scottish slang, soap is afraid of something, little bit suggestive at the end, no proofreading we will face it head on!

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 — Johnny “Soap” MacTavish.

Soap arrives from an operation that almost went haywire, risking everyone that got lured into a booby trap consisting of stupendous amounts of explosives in the entire enemy base; but despite being under pressure of such things, he chose to put it behind his back to go home with a smile on his face.

He opens the door quietly, not wanting to disturb you in your sleep in the middle of the night, tapping his boots on the carpet then he settles his things on the side. This man despite the fact that he can be a little bit loud, he sure is silent now; he makes his way to the living room and stumbles upon you—quietly snoring in the couch as the TV plays in the background with faint voices. These are the times where he clicks his tongue in disappointment, he's disappointed in himself that he's always in missions and not in your arms, he misses your kisses and your embrace, and hell he would gladly exchange a life of war to gain domestic life.

He sees your blanket on the floor, making him smile sheepishly, taking a grab and wrapping it around you to make you feel warm. You began to move, smelling the familiar scent of musk and a tad bit of gunpowder in him. “Johnny? You're here?” amidst your sleep, you still would recognize him. “How's the mission?”

“Got roughed up a bit, love,” he says in this rough tone, in contrast to the way he now held you gently on the couch peppering kisses all over your face.

He chose to stay quiet for a while, holding you close as if it's the only thing that reminds him that he's here with you, that he could still go home to you; whatever happened in that operation from before definitely made him realize that he must come home at all costs.

You noticed that he seems to look more serious than ever, you took the liberty of asking him, though you're not sure if he would say it outwardly or not. “Is something wrong?”

He turns to you, giving you an awkward smile before he speaks. “Naw. But kin ah tell ye something?”

You would recognize that tone everywhere. Being with him for more than a year has its perks and cons, and knowing him, he's definitely nervous about it. So you gave him a small nod, preparing to listen to what he says.

“Well Bonnie, before I asked for a leave, the operation that I was in was... a tad risky I tell you,” he trails off before he wraps his arms around you, inhaling your scent that sets him at ease. “I almost got killed, 'twas dreich solid that day. I wasn't injured at all, I wouldn't dare to,” he confessed.

He knows that when he gets injured, he could picture your expression looking at him with tears in your eyes, he would never dare to make you cry at all. He would rather punch everyone rather than see you cry, of course you wouldn't allow him to fight someone else just because of that; he sees your head lean into him, snuggle closely to his chest, your breathing stable. “It must have been so hard being in that operation, Johnny,” you replied, feeling your heart race against yourself at the feeling of dread trying to overtake you, but him holding you close is enough to cast your overthinking aside.

But then, he speaks. “Really? Then, let me tell you this love,” he placed his hand on your chin, moving your face towards him, his eyes reflecting you in such a loving way, it lets you see how he adores you. “I have another mission that was assigned to me.”

“What is it?”

He looks away, contemplating whether he would say it or not. But later on, he chuckles.

“My mission is to win back your heart, lass,” he says in a cheeky tone.

You can't help but to burst into immediate laughter hearing him say that, making him grin as he wraps his hands around your waist, loving how you reacted to his sappy line that he worked hard to think of (he should thank Gaz for giving him an idea for a romantic line). “Oh, you liked that one a bit too much huh?” he says before placing you on his lap, making you embarrassed as you tried to move away, but his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your skin, keeping you in place. “No no, don't run away from me now,” his tone changes from playful to sultry, gazing at you with a fiery glint in his eyes—at that moment, he wanted you.

“We have a lot of catching to do,” he leans into your ear and whispers. “Let's start on this couch, hmm?”

#☆┆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 #☆┆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 #© 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 #cod x reader #cod x y/n #cod x you #soap x y/n #soap x you #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap cod

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ahomeforwisters · 4 months

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ava gift exchange 2023! 🎄🥳

it's here! happy holidays, lulw (@tdlad), hope you're having a good one! this isn't a piece of visual art since i don’t have the tools to create one, so you get a dr. seuss-inspired fic + a part of a fic i might finish later!

due to irl events, i had to rush these a bit, but i hope you enjoy it either way :) have a wonderful winter (or summer, depending on where you are) week, and happy (early) new year! *gives gingerbread cookie*

(prompt: i tried to combine elements from all three, but i focused on “the dark lord with red coat (that tdl in my posts)” specifically—your art is just gorgeous, btw!)

word count: ~1400 for the first one/the dr. suess-y one, ~1320 (and counting?) for the second one/the unfinished one

(and special thanks to @avagiftexchange for hosting this!)

Fic 1: How the Grinch Dark Lord Stole Christmas (or: dark's christmas cake romp)

Every stick in Stick City, near the end of the year, Every stick in Stick City brimmed with holiday cheer…

But! The Dark Lord, who’s not far from here, Who lived in the wintry woods quite near— The Dark Lord held Christmas even more dear!

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The Dark Lord loved Christmas, this is no bluff, And you’d best believe it, he just can’t get enough! Was it because he enjoyed the sound of children laughing clear, Or did he simply have a particular liking for reindeer? Well I’ll tell you his secret, his reason for this: He really, really liked log cakes, they fill him with bliss.

“Christmas awaits, on the very next day, Christmas really is just a day away!”

But, From his perch in the woods, Watching the stars from where he stood, With hungry eyes and vibrant ardor, With the growing desire for Christmas he harbors, (and a craving for frosting he just can’t ignore), The Dark Lord knew: he needed more!

He needed more of all that Christmas had in store! And he will get more, he swore, He’ll claim even more of Christmas, ‘twas his right as a Lord!

But—how? Christmas is already drawing so near, Soon enough, Christmas will practically already be here! He needed more time, and he needed… a plan! A plan to put Christmas in the palm of his hand.

So The Dark Lord schemed, And he schemed, and he schemed, And he conjured a scheme, A terrible scheme!

“A-ha! I’ve got a brilliant idea!”

Dark cackled, a sound from deep in his throat, As he pulled from his closet his most dapper red coat. “They’ll never see me coming, even from the skies, “So long as I craft myself a most clever disguise!”

So he lined his coat with cotton, like Santa’s coat proper, Just as into the room, his friend Chosen entered— “Look, dearest Chosen, I’ve come up with a plan, “A plan to seize Christmas in the palm of my hand!”

Dear Chosen deadpanned, “Why are you talking like that,” And right after, he inquired, what about your silly Santa’s hat?

“No I didn’t—”

“Right here! I believe my night cap is sufficient,” Dark proclaimed, wearing the hat over his ears. “Now I only need a reindeer…”

But around this area, their part of the woods here, This much Dark knew: you wouldn’t find any deer! But was Dark deterred…? No! He said, “If I can’t find a deer, I’ll just make one instead!”

“...What do you think you’re doing with that big red nose.”

…And Dark ended up sticking the nose and antlers on his one last Virabot instead!

And so, with his little red cap on his hollow red head, And his feet firmly planted in his makeshift sled— He took with him a burlap sack, Which he then hoisted upon his back— He yelled, “Onward!” just before he took flight, Off to steal Christmas, he disappeared into the night!

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Back on the ground, Chosen gazed down at the cardboard box—sorry, at the sled—Dark left behind. He stared at the confused Virabot, wearing an antler headband and sporting a red clown nose glued to its face, and sighed. “This is so stupid…”

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A jaunty holiday tune played from an open Chrome window, But not a sound could be heard coming from inside their homes. He was here at last, and at the perfect time, too— They must all be in their beds, dreaming away without a clue! “Now to enact my plan…”

So he climbed down the chimney, one crafted from brick, It wasn’t too tight a fit, for he was literally a stick. Though he did get stuck once, or twice, maybe thrice— And he cursed his head, loudly, for it was massive in size. “Ow—seriously, who makes chimneys this small—”

“Second, is that you?”

Just as Dark managed to extricate himself, finally, Free from the clutches of that dastardly chimney— He came face-to-face with his first obstacle: Little Cindy-Blue Who, carrying fruits in a bowl.

“Wha… Little Cindy-Blue who?”

That’s right! Little Cindy-Blue Who, probably much older than two, Who… was actually awake at this time? But it’s two (a.m.)!

“Oh, no, we don’t actually sleep. Like at all. Except Second, sometimes, but he’s off doing his own thing right now. But uhh, anyways, hi, Dark Lord! What—what’s up? And why are you dressed like…”

And oh, there was a cautious glint in his eyes— He was nervous! But there was no need for such fright, Not if Dark wanted his plan to go without a hitch. So Dark would assure him, and explain his impromptu visit:

“You see, sweet youth—you see, the job of Santy, “Is to stock up your stockings, and fill them aplenty! “So that’s what I’m here for—but not you, my dear, “For this gift’s a surprise, so I can’t have you near.”

And the lie rolled cleanly off The Dark Lord’s tongue, For he was clever, and sure to fool the young. And surely enough, Cindy-Blue Who was nodding, Raring and ready to hurry back to bed a-plodding. You’re right, Santa Dark, he joyfully exclaimed, I’ll head right back to bed now! With a turn and a wave.

“What? But I didn’t say anythi—”

And so, with his burlap sack swinging, And with Cindy-Blue assuaged, standing there beaming— “Hey, don’t—get back here…!” The Dark Lord marched onward, his first obstacle cleared!

…only to find four more, all waiting at the door!

(…crap)

Ahem—what a surprise! The Dark Lord gasped, He can’t believe his eyes, ‘twas something he almost couldn’t grasp— What a sight, that they’d all come to greet him so, How happy they must be, to all rush out and greet him so!

“Hey uhh… what’s he saying?”

‘What’s he saying?’ They’re asking what game he’s playing! They ask why he’s here, and on what he was preying. But! faced with a barrier of four— Now five, as Cindy-Blue Who, panting, adds one more… They all block his path to the far kitchen door, But has this ever stopped The Dark Lord before? No!

“Hey wait, where are you going?” Cindy-Blue called when Dark showed no signs of slowing.

“Why’d you come here all of a sudden?” Said the yellow, placing a hand on his chin.

“The Cindy-blue-what now?” Slowly asked the red fellow.

“And what’s with the getup?” Queried Green, looking him from the toes up.

“Oh, Chosen told me he and Dark recently discovered these popular picture books. And ever since then, Dark’s been narrating everything he does in rhyme.”

“Ah, is that why he’s talking like that?” Yellow asked, eyeing his little Santa’s hat.

“That’s actually kind of impressive,” Remarked Green, who’s usually quite quick to forgive.

“Ooh, try rhyming something with orange!” Red said as Cindy-Blue stood next to Orange.

“Please stop calling me that, I don’t even know what it means,” Groaned Cindy-Blue Who, beside a laughing Green.

“Hey guys, Chosen texted me again just now—apparently Dark is here trying to ‘steal Christmas’ from us—which really just means he wants our log cakes.”

(goddammit Chosen you traitor)

“Wait, that’s it? That’s what that devious plan he was cackling about is?”

“I mean, Blue could always just make another cake. You could’ve just asked if you wanted one.”

“Yeah, and you’re… kind of really bad at sneaking? We could hear you narrating really loudly as soon as you got here.”

“And cursing out Orange’s chimney, too. Geez, that was vulgar…”

“Well,” with a flourish, the orange stick gestures, Towards the kitchen, where Dark had been hoping to plunder. “We’ve got some cake, if you want it. Next time just let us know you’re coming before you tear a portal through our wifi. And maybe keep your visits during the daytime, or at least don’t come crawling down my chimney past midnight…”

What was this? Could it be—no, it simply couldn’t be… But it was! “They’ll stand here and hand Christmas—to me?” For ‘twas the season of giving, of gifts freely given, Of gingerbread, batter, and cakes in the kitchen.

And there Dark stood and pondered, and pondered, and pondered, ‘Til a bright thought struck him! One that filled him with wonder: Could it be, then, that Christmas was not for the taking, But for shared cheer and laughs and all that in the making?

“Oh, for Adobe’s—just sit down and have some log cake.” And, well— ‘Twas simply an offer Dark cannot forsake.

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Fic 2: i don't actually have a name for it yet, but i think i'll call it thaw for now

Christmas. ‘Twas a time of joyous laughter and warm embraces, of fireside affections and wintry escapades. ‘Twas the season of giving, be it presents or sweets or even the simplest of smiles—‘twas a time when even the little things, when given to another, are made infinitely precious.

Christmas. ‘Twas an absolutely perplexing holiday, for a stick such as The Dark Lord—and ‘twas a completely pointless one, too, as far as Dark was concerned.

Yet, when a pair of glittery red envelopes arrived at the doorstep of his and Chosen’s cabin in the woods—and when he opened one of them up to find an invitation inside, filigreed in gold and writ upon with a blue gel pen (in rather shaky handwriting, he noticed)—he didn’t immediately turn it to ash. He regarded it for longer than he normally would’ve, longer than he should’ve, turning it this way and that under the light—‘You’re invited!’, it winked up at him. If he didn’t know better just how sappy the animator’s favorite and his friends can be, he would’ve thought this was some kind of taunt.

(“You’re invited!”? who in their right minds would want to invite The Dark Lord, the outernet’s worst cyber-criminal, to something as mundane—as warm alien pointless—as a holiday gathering?)

While he was still winning gots nose at the gaudy invitation, the only other stick around for miles appeared in his periphery—Chosen picked up an envelope, too, when he saw what Dark was studying at the doorway. Dark almost hadn’t noticed when his fr… when his roommate had snuck up behind him, his pronounced footfalls doing little to breach the chasm between them; it was all he could do to stop himself from launching a fireball at Chosen as soon as the latter reached past him (he hadn’t forgotten how well that’d gone for him the last time…)

Clumsily, fumbling with it once or twice, Chosen peeled at the envelope. His invitation was inked in orange instead of blue, littered with tiny scribbled drawings, and written in much neater script, too. Dark couldn’t catch the rest; Chosen always stood with his feet angled toward him these days, so his invitation turned away from view. That, and he’d moved a few paces away from the doorway—and Dark wasn’t interested anyway, he wasn’t. Pointless, he told himself again, it was such a pointless gesture. It was something he didn’t need—The Dark Lord had better things to do, had more important things to do, than to entertain something as small and banal as a Christmas party—it was a pointless affair, that was all it was.

(and yet.)

And yet. Dark wouldn’t be able to say what possessed him to do it; if it was sheer curiosity, a part of him balking at his own degrading wonder—or if it was when Chosen’s fingers tightened their hold on his invitation, carving minute creases into the paper,

and when the other stick’s eyes crinkled, just barely, in tender longing silent laughter only Dark would recognize—when those eyes finally met his, carrying a question and a spark Dark hadn’t seen in so long—he couldn’t find it within him to say no.

(it was Chosen’s idea, he would say later—it was all his roommate’s fault, the first and last person to extend their hand to him, that he was crashing their little party. he hadn’t wanted this, hadn’t needed it—he didn’t need this, he didn’t.)

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If he was being honest—Dark really didn’t have anything better to do than to attend the party.

Ever since he was blasted to kingdom come by the animator’s favorite, ever since a battered Chosen had found him at the foot of a volcano and hauled his near-corpse all the way back to their cabin—in the months since, he’d seldom left their secluded area in the woods to do anything more than take a short walk. His shoulder still smarted from the hole that’d been blown through it, his skin etched with throbbing green scars all over—he couldn’t travel far beyond the bounds of the woods without wilting, robbed of breath. Needless to say, his heydays of ash and destruction were far behind him.

(and even if all his progress hadn’t been deleted, rendered void when Chosen destroyed the rest of his virabots following the “incident”—these days, looking at the place where he’d once stood tapping away at his computer, believing himself the inheritor of a grander purpose than the one dealt to him by the animator—it left an sour taste in his mouth.)

In his current condition, even petty theft seemed beyond his capabilities. Which was going to be a problem, he realized, when he turned to the back of the invitation and saw the damning first rule of the party written in a bold green: “Come in a costume! No costume, NO ENTRY.”

Well, in the state he was in, he wasn’t going to be pulling any heists anytime soon, not even on cheap outfitters—and he doubted any store would simply let a notorious cyber-criminal waltz into their establishment, even just to look around. That left him with only two options: either go through his own closets, or brave Chosen’s minefield of a room to rifle through his. It wasn’t a hard decision to make.

With practiced ease (and only slightly impeded by his still-healing injuries), Dark picked his way past piles of lightly-charred sweaters, discarded bandages, random knick knacks collecting dust over the years, a self-sustaining tornado of trash—all the way across his roommate’s bedroom to reach the far end where the closets were. While Dark considered his fashion sense to be impeccable, none of his clothes really screamed “festive.” It was all something along the lines of “looks like he could kill you” or “warning: would actually kill you.” Chosen’s taste in clothes, on the other hand, was more… eclectic. There was more variety; he’d probably have a better chance finding something acceptable to wear here than in his own wardrobe.

Dark threw open the leftmost closet, a mahogany behemoth with the price sticker still slapped on the left door, and oh, that was—what even was that? No, those pants were too long, and the pair beside them the wrong shade of green—and oh, that’s garish, why did he even think to nab this? What is this even supposed to be, a mop? Or some kind of shawl? That color is way too bright to ever belong on a shirt, that shirt is a visual safety hazard. And what—why aren’t these socks the same, where’s the other one in the pair? None of these socks are the same—is that a pair of googly eyes—

Dark shut the closet door. He should’ve expected this, really; he’d witnessed the affront to fashion that was Chosen’s wardrobe thousands of times before, whenever they had to disguise themselves to go into the city. The two other closets wouldn’t be much better, he knew, but just as he was turning to head back toward the door—had that box always been there?

Tucked away into the corner of the room was a small cardboard box, a little tattered and stained in several spots from years of disuse but otherwise appearing untouched by the surrounding mess. As an expert at navigating Chosen’s room, Dark knew for certain it hadn’t been there the last time he was here (just over three months ago. he’d been scrounging for one of the aprons he’d left in Chosen’s room; it feels like it’s been forever since then.)

It took only a short hop for Dark to reach it. The next second, he was kneeling down in front of it, carefully lifting the top flaps—and sure, maybe a part of him was prodding at him, telling him whatever was in there was probably stashed away in the corner for a reason, reminding him that things are different now, the space between you and him, it’s different now—but that hadn’t ever stopped Dark before

(aaand that's all i have for this second one for now. i'll probs post the rest on ao3 or something if i finish this, but i'll def let you know!)

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but yeah, anywho, that's all—have a wonderful holiday season! :)

#ava gift exchange #ava gift exchange 2023 #animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft #alan becker #ava tco #ava tdl #avm tsc #avm green #avm blue #avm red #avm yellow #for the first fic i just wanted to write dark being a goof #while the second was more character-studyish #anywho #it's here! gift exchange! :D

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bubblewonderabyss · 3 months

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Mod talk Category: Quality of life

I know my way around the starbound workshop better than most so I figured I'd share the love and talk about the mods I have installed, the category for this particular post being quality of life, as that's probably the most universally liked one. Quality of life means anything that adds ease of access to certain features, new mechanics, or simply more variety

Are these mod recs? Not necessarily. Read carefully, make an informed decisions, and back up your save file beforehand if you do want to try some of them out. Happy modding!

Disclaimer: The lore compliance subcategory contains only my best guess, there's always a chance I missed something

"Extended block crafting" by HaxoFelyne Summary: Adds crafting recipes for 32 uncraftable blocks because fuck uncraftable blocks Usefulness: 10/10 Cheating?: Brains are the only really broken block in the game and this mod doesn not add them, so balanced Lore compliance: N/A

"Why is this not printable?!" by Cthonyxa Summary: Makes more items printable Usefulness: 8/10 Cheating?: Things like art and major artifact clues remain unprintable which makes sense Lore compliance: yes

"Hop On Shops" by Argle Bargle Summary: Adds platform collision to various outpost objects Usefulness: 2/10, good for immersion Cheating?: No Lore compliance: More-so than vanilla

"More idle poses" by Argle Bargle Summary: Unlocks more combinations of arm, leg, and head positions at the character creation screen. Also applies to npc's. Usefulness: 8/10, starbound HEAVILY relies on its roleplay elements so this is super useful, I honestly have no idea why it's not in the base game Cheating?: No Lore compliance: More-so than vanilla

"Show item names!" by Silver Sokolova Summary: Shows the in-file name in the lower left corner of the description window Usefulness: 4/10, it can sometimes provide insight the game itself does not like the species tag, usually helps you deduce what mod the item is from, and can make building in admin mode easier. I just think it's neat Cheating?: It could be under some circumstances, like if an item is meant to be mysterious and the name gives it away for example. Lore compliance: N/A

"Shadow/Fenerox Crewmember Dialogue" by Achromatic Summary: Replaces the above species default dialogue with something more suited to their vanilla speech patterns Usefulness: 10/10 Cheating?: No Lore compliance: More-so than vanilla

"Learn Blueprints on Scan" by (cat emoji) Summary: The outpost now sells a matter manipulator addon that allows you to learn the recipe of every craftable item you scan Usefulness: 9/10 Cheating?: It absolutely is, but it's arguably justified since blueprints are rare and some can't even be found through legit means like certain items in the lunar set for example Lore compliance: Seems like something S.A.I.L might be able to

"Wooden furniture reskin" by Bubblywandering (me) Summary: Makes the wooden furniture set slightly more visually interesting in my humble opinion. Twas originally made for personal use but some people wanted it for their game so I uploaded it Usefulness: Non-applicable, it's just a matter of taste Lore compliance: No?

"Tweaked Asra Nox Vanilla Sprite" by The Blasphemer Summary: Replaces Asra's portrait and character sprite with a slightly altered version Usefulness: I love most of the portraits in the game but Asra's portrait always gave me a weird vibe so this is a welcome alternative. Her character sprite is given visible sclera which is not in line with starbound's art style though so mixed feelings are mixed Lore compliance: Sure why not

"More Metal Wood" by LazerRay Summary: Makes those metal trees in snow biomes drop metal coated wood Usefulness: 7/10 Cheating?: Makes metal coated wood both farmable and available early on, this has no practical application thought, so no Lore compliance: More-so than vanilla

"Extra Zoom Levels" by Patchumz Summary: Allows you to zoom out a couple extra times Usefulness: 10/10 if and only if you regularly screenshot your builds Cheating?: Yes, it allows unnatural levels of insight into what lies ahead of you. If you have self control you'll be fine Lore compliance: No?

"Varied Bounties" by Kais Summary: Allows max level bounties to spawn at stars other than fiery Usefulness: 10/10 Cheating?: Criminal stats scale with bounty level so not really Lore compliance: More-so than vanilla

"Weapon stats" by Tripod Summary: Displays the stats of weapons (vanilla or modded,) including DPS Usefulness: 10/10 Cheating?: Nope Lore compliance: N/A

"Hat Mask Fixes" Summary: Fixes some hats so they don't block facial features such as beaks and beards Usefulness: 10/10 Cheating?: No lol Lore compliance: More-so than vanilla

"Race Traits" by Oмεяυıп Summary: Gives the different species custom stats, for example florans have increased hunger and hylotl take longer to drown, can be turned on or off, most modded species are supported and you can toggle it on and off whenever Usefulness: 6/10, adds variety Cheating?: A few thorns and poison resistances here and there but otherwise pretty balanced Lore compliance: I'd say so

"Non-playable NPC Race Quests and Crew" Summary: Makes the nonplayable races give quests and become crew members naturally, with custom dialogue to match Usefulness: 10/10 why is this not in the base game?? Cheating?: No Lore compliance: Yes

"More Tenant Species" by NimbleJim Summary: Allows additional species options for tenants and corresponding dialogue Usefulness: 8/10, additional customization options are always useful Cheating?: No Lore compliance: More-so than vanilla, species =/= interests lol

"Unisex [Novakid/Human] Hair" by (cat emoji) Summary: Just what it sounds like, all hairstyles are available for either body type. Note: There is an apex version as well but it's broken Usefulness: 10/10, it makes no sense for futuristic humans or living stars to give a shit about gendered hairstyles Cheating?: No Lore compliance: Arguably more-so than vanilla

"Diverse Weather" by gay moth aunt Summary: Adds new weather patterns and allows more types of weather per planet Usefulness: 5/10 adds some nice variety Cheating?: This increases the game's difficulty overall so no Lore compliance: The gravity fluctuation weather is a little out there but other than that, yes

"Novakid Codices" by jss2a98aj Summary: Are you salty that the only codex that references the novakid is just some hylotl missionary being racist (read: a missionary?) Then this is the mod for you! Adds a variety of novakid codices that can be found in novakid villages Usefulness: 10/10 Cheating?: No Lore compliance: More-so than vanilla

"I'd Like To Sit Here" by vampycat237 Summary: Adds an invisible 1x1 chair type object that you can place anywhere with platform collision Usefulness: 4/10, niche immersion usage Cheating?: No Lore compliance: More-so than vanilla, I guess

"Rogues Out Camping (and also the Miniknog)" by Refolde Summary: Adds bandit-style encounters of all vanilla species Usefulness: 2/10, variety Cheating: Makes the game slightly harder so no Lore compliance: Arguably more-so than vanilla

"Crew Size Unbound" by SerpentsBlight Summary: Allows vanilla ships to skirt regulations and have more than 12 crewmembers max Usefulness: 6/10 Cheating?: Absolutely Lore compliance: Yes (you monster)

"Corbent's Interactive Crew" by, you guessed it, Corbent Summary: Allows you to direct your crew (to a degree,) ups a few of their stats, allows them to swim, adds some dialogue, and some npc's will randomly ask to date you rather than you hiring them Usefulness: 10/10 Cheating?: Makes crew members somewhat better, but not too much better imo Lore compliance: Makes crewmembers say random dialogue lines instead of one, making them feel less individual :/

"NPCSpawner+" by Depression Hurts, Eat More KFC Summary: Allows you to create an npc of any species, color scheme, type, personality, and clothing Usefulness: 9/10, good for porting crewmates over to new player characters, skirting gendered hair style restrictions, giving certain npc's impossible color schemes, and putting an oc in the game without having to play as them Cheating?: Let's you get free crew members so yes, something something self control Lore compliance: Definitely not

"Job Offers" by this is a profile name Summary: Adds craftable tools that allow you to recruit any friendly or neutral npc for the indicated job, including merchants and other ordinarily non-recruitable npc's Usefulness: 9/10, we've all had that one merchant we really wanted to recruit but couldn't amirite Cheating?: Totally bypasses the need to do quests to recruit crewmembers for all the benefits thereof. You'll need good self control to avoid abusing this mod's power Lore compliance: Eh

"Ever[Frogg/Lana/Penguin]" by Star-X Summary: Makes the indicated outpost shops sell all their stock at all times no matter what Usefulness: 4/10, you could just be patient/find the relevant blueprints but eh Cheating?: Oh yes Lore compliance: No

"CityScaper - Building Made Easy!" Summary: Let's you build a colony prefab style, for a price Usefulness: Depends on who you are Cheating?: It's expensive as shit to use so I'd say no Lore compliance: N/A

"Item Frame" by Peassly Wellbott Summary: Adds an item frame bench where you can craft two types of item frames, one which shows the icon and one which shows items at full size. Works on both vanilla and modded items. Note: Some items will not display correctly Usefulness: 10/10, WHY is this not in the base game?? Cheating?: No Lore compliance: N/A

"Aging Alien Alcohols" by Lilegite Summary: Allows you to craft a fermentable version of drinks and a few other items which will eventually turn into alcoholic beverages Usefulness: 5/10, some utility but it's mostly just for fun/roleplay purposes Cheating?: Adds some non-perishable hunger-restoring items via set-it-and-forget-it means so it does have an effect on game balance, but only slightly Lore compliance: More-so than vanilla

"Sapling merger!" by Silver Sokolova Summary: Lets you create unnatural trunktype and leaftype combinations, what has science done! Usefulness: 4/10, it's just for aesthetics Cheating?: Barely even counts lol Lore compliance: It's just grafting right?…Right?

"Craftable Seeds NEW" by RevvEmUp Summary: Allows you to craft seeds out of crops, also adds some saplings (including a red apple one) and makes the three dye-making flowers, mushrooms, and thorn bushes farmable Usefulness: 9/10 Cheating?: God yes Lore compliance: It seems reasonable

"The Game Hunter" by Wellbott Summary: Allows you to turn entities into decorative objects, this includes npc's (you monster) Usefulness: 5/10, purely cosmetic but really cool Cheating?: No lol Lore compliance: You can do so many messed up things in starbound, what's one more?

"Weapon assembly" by alberto-rota Summary: Adds the weapon assembly station which lets you break down (most) randomly generated weapons into parts and mix and match them into new ones, also adds the weapon painting station which allows you to dye the parts individually Cheating?: In the sense that it makes your randomly generated weapons less random, but otherwise no Lore compliance: Yeah

"More Planet Info" by Erisss Summary: Shows the dungeons and biomes present on the surface of the planet, the underground remains a mystery Usefulness: 8/10, a time saver Cheating?: In the sense that it somewhat reduces the randomness factor Lore compliance: Seems like something S.A.I.L would be able to do

"Detailed Ship Encounters" Summary: Functions like More Planet Info but for ships Usefulness: 8/10 Cheating?: Reduces randomness Lore compliance: More or less

"Betabound!" by Silver Sokolova Summary: Adds outpost npc quests, re-implements scrapped bosses and their corresponding codices (but no other codices thank god,) adds a new tech slot and many new techs, lets you switch out your matter manipulator for any other digging tool, makes food stack, reskins a couple food items, adds many weapons, adds new tools and makes digging tools repairable, adds furniture crafted from high tier ores, adds new ores, adds more fuel options, adds more cooking recipes and alters the buffs of many food items, adds upgrade kits for weapons, makes it possible to copy books and even write your own, makes some weapons dyeable, lets you copy and craft blueprints, and adds some monsters. Be aware that it does alter random weapon generation and changes a few vanilla sprites though Usefulness: 8/10, makes your character more customizable Cheating?: Drastically alters the balance of the game in the player's favor Lore compliance: The boss codices reference explicitly non-canon characters and events, other than that it's perfectly fine

#starbound #sbposting #starbound mods

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spaceistheplaceart · 2 years

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The Projection / Light / Imagination Room

i can't decide on a name...

Anyways, as they're going through the rooms in the parable, Narry eventually brings up one of his stories again. The Director responds that, it's a little weird how Narry keeps talking about his stories, and yet the Director has no idea what any of them are about. Narry never told him.

Narry says well! of course not! It's not finished yet! None of my stories are...

Director asks him why?

Narry says that stories are art, and art takes time. It has to be perfect, each new line must be able to flow into the next-- he doesn't want to make a story and then re read it and realize he screwed up somewhere. It's a labor of love... a very, very, very, long labor... of love.

There's silence for a moment before the Director tells him he would like to hear what he has anyway. Even if it isn't done. Narry refuses at first, saying that he hardly has anything written down and... and... it's embarrassing and-- not good enough yet-

Then he sees the blue words in the air write just two words: c'mon. please?

Narry sighs and grumbles about it, but takes a small notepad out of his pocket. This isn't the main place he keeps his stories, but he likes to have it on him to write when things come to his mind. You never know when inspiration strikes! It could strike anywhere, really-- it's struck him in the shower before. But then the pages got all wet... and... Narry trails off, realizing he's rambling like a loser and just clears his throat.

He begins to read, but the Director stops him. Opens a door to a new room.

Narry inquires about the room. The Director tells him that it's a good room for ideas and lays down, his arms folded behind his head. He looks up expectantly at Narry. Narry takes a moment to realize that he wants Narry to read to him. Narry blushes a little at this, taking out his notebook and bashfully rambling a bit about how his ideas are not done, and not to judge yet, but if the Director has any uh- any constructive criticism, he'd be glad to hear it.

The Director nods.

Narry begins to read. And as he does... something appears on the walls.

Narry watches, dumbfounded for a moment, as the light dances on the wall... then slowly fades out. The Director looks up at him and asks him why he stopped.

"The- the walls..." Narry responds, pointing to the now blank surface. "M-my story was on there. Did you do that?"

The Director shrugs a shoulder, a small smile in his eyes. He explains that: a little bit of that was him, but a little bit of it was also Narry. This room shows you what you're thinking. The Director uses it a lot when he thinks of rooms for the parable to really flesh them out. He pauses for a moment then chuckles a bit and adds: I wouldn't be able to think up anything like what was just there-- most of my thoughts are architecture. All the artsy things were you.

Narry gives the Director a bashful little hand wave, as if to say 'oh, stop it. don't flatter me' but not so secretly, that comment went to his ego. The Director knows that, and smiles knowingly before shutting his eyes again and asking Narry to keep reading. It was a nice story so far, maybe a bit heavy in prose, but good.

Narry's face falls into a grumpy frown and objects to the 'prose' criticism, but when Director goes to remind him about his request for 'constructive criticism'-- Narry cuts him off and keeps reading.

"Twas burning flesh and the twinkling of dashed hopes round her neck, a gift for the heavens, taken untimely from the feet of its mortal bearers. They were not to know her true blessings, blind to their own skin. If there was ever a moment when the truth was made known, it was not one recognized by eyes, but by a more intangible spirit whose true name conflicted with that of the vessel that carried it."

All the while, the images on the walls danced, showing his words coming to life. Narry found it hard to look away, sometimes faltering in his speech as he got distracted by the visuals.

Eventually, he came to the end of his excerpt... but... kept going anyways-- improvising. just to see more.

The Director claps softly, sitting up. He tells Narry that it was a nice story. He has some notes, but he's definitely interested to see where it goes.

Narry sighs defeatedly. No, he says, I didn't have much to work with, actually... I ended up just- just improvising at the end there-- ugh. My prose is lackluster, I would need more time...

The Director shakes his head. He points to the wall. He says that to him, it looked like Narry was enjoying what he wrote. He couldn't stop staring at the wonderful imagery that appeared there-- and that imagery would not have been possible if his descriptions were poorly written. Sure, it was a bit wordy, but the tone was... good!

The Director shrugs. He apologizes, he's not much of a writer. He laughs to himself at the irony for a moment before continuing.

He tells Narry that as long as he enjoyed writing, it was good. And if Narry was willing to just make up new lines on the fly like that, then he certainly enjoyed it.

Narry takes a moment to think about what the Director said, then sighs and chuckles a bit. He shrugs and nods. He agrees, yeah, it was nice. To see his story come to life like that... even if it isn't... perfect yet-- maybe he could... he could improve upon it? If- if the Director didn't mind, actually... could he be allowed in here again?

The Director nods. Of course he can.

Narry smiles down at him.

#in case it wasn't clear the hearts are the directors thoughts #op art #swap au #tsp #tspud #comic #the stanley parable #stanarrator

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Pairing: Beam/Female Reader

Summary: While in a state of nihility, you await the assignment of a buddy. Soon after your partner's departure, you’re given the info regarding your next partner. They wanted to try out this experiment, where devil hunters are paired with manageable fiends, on you because of your demonstrated dedication as a devil hunter. You didn’t object, there wasn’t much you could do but accept . Maybe it’ll make losing a partner easier, you thought. You were wrong, so wrong. Beam made things enjoyable and charmed you with his carefree manner. You broke the rules for him, with him, and more for the first time. Though life as a devil-hunter never had sappy-happy endings.

CHAINSAW MAN MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

A/N: PART ONE - PART THREE - PART FOUR (TBP)

yeah, this is a long one, buddy. (this is part 2)

WORD COUNT // 12,389 words

The place you called home was completely dark and smoke-filled. The blue screen became hazy in your eyesight as the smoke gradually expanded the area. Your nose and throat have lost all sensation.

You were sucked into the cushions of the couch even more, the cushion's roughness is noticeable on your skin given how little it was washed.

The motions on the TV screen danced in your pupils as the vibrant light reflected off of your quiet eyes. They're laughing and smiling on the screen, the actors, or rather, their characters, are. You watch this show every day after work even though it is dreadful. It's been a long time since you've watched an episode of Friends and smiled with them. Watching them has not been the same since you were a child, nothing since then has stayed the same.

Things were so damn simpler, back then.

The absence of light was evident. The only light that was present was from your TV, where its beam illuminated the room. You were laying on a curved couch in front of the flat-screen television. The décor in your apartment was monotonous and expressionless. You had a tall couch, and a tall television stand, and overall everything stood tall. The plants you had installed when you first moved in have been neglected for so long that they're nearing their end. Their demises were ignored in your amenity.

Smoke escaped from your mouth as you exhaled. Your bare arm rested on the side of the couch, remote and charring cigarette in hand, your shirt and tie left neglected on the floor. It was a brief and uneventful day for you despite everything. Don't be bothered, but 'twas your birthday today. A day made notable by whoever gave a damn, and you sure as hell didn't.

Besides, you didn't have anyone you wanted to go out with. For instance, you didn't even tell any of your co-workers about it. Whoever they are. You didn't know. Why bother remembering their names when they were vanishing by the day? Socializing was bothersome anyway.

Nonetheless, the question is, how d'ya manage to get the day off? Well, Makima, the new chief lady, pulled you to the side when you arrived at work that morning. It came as a surprise to you when she suggested that you take the day off on your birthday, for you to appreciate it. You assumed she discovered your birthday from your file or something of that sort. Unrealistic to assume she just knew.

Not like you both were buddies.

Anyhow, there wasn't much of a problem with your absence. Work had been lackluster as of late with you not having a partner, and thus not doing much work in the field with the horrid devils. To ensure that at least one devil hunter can return, the majority of them are sent with their partners. Really, all you've been doing is waiting for your next one to come, along with some paperwork, of course.

Shame what happened to your last partner. God bless his soul. The man didn't die or anything, but the lifestyle of a devil hunter, fucked with his head. He abruptly resigned, which was not all that shocking, and it had now been over three weeks. For roughly two months, you were partnered.

Despite appearing unconcerned to the naked eye, you secretly wished him the best. You didn't know him long but you think you remember him saying how he had a family or some shit. His wise choice to prioritize oneself over this soul-crushing career truly made you consider leaving and pursuing something else as well.

Whereas this thought was a temporary fantasy and ridden as dust as your hand unconsciously grazes your bare stomach, scars from years of this bullshit that pays the rent are all your fingers felt. The sensation your fingertip heeded, the jaggedness, makes your mind flash through all the horrid memories it mercilessly stored. From your youth to the start of your career as a devil hunter. Both were moments where your life appeared to be falling apart. This is your life. Each scar held a story you could only wish to forget. All this thinkin' had you remember Kishibe.

You sighed at the thought, and smoke flew out, grazing your bottom lip.

"Fifty men and women rushed in to save the little girl!"

On the television, a man's voice exclaimed. His exclamation locked your stray gaze, successfully escaping the madness your mind contained.

You continue to watch the screen half-heartedly as your hand robotically raises the volume. Normally, you weren't one for the news. Not with the career you uphold. But hell, why not? Given that everything was being shown live, it sounded like a typical "hero civilians" tale.

The newscaster continued, elaborating more. "A fiend has restricted the girl and her family inside. Where are the devil hunters? No problem." The young man pointed behind him at the run-down house, "these civilians are tired of waiting and are rushing in!" he stated.

You bring your right leg up onto the couch, resting your cheek against your knee, leaving you in an odd, but weirdly comfortable position. "A fiend huh?" Feels like you can never truly escape the devil's mania.

You wondered what type of fiend it was, and why exactly those fifty civilians just walked their way into the building with niche weapons. It's tragic how these conflicts typically turned out, pitting humanity against devils.

You knew this better than any civilian. You're a professional after all. There was only one way your brain could see this broadcast ends. Maybe two? Neither two joyous.

Hilariously, comically almost, right after the newscaster's bold statement, the man's face suddenly goes stiff and he leans forward, him holding his ear. It appeared as though he was listening to something entirely undisclosed to the viewer, whatever was being said causing his face to pale, and his handsome smile to falter, along with his masculine tone, it now turning into a sheepish boy.

"W-What?" he stuttered, eyes no longer on the camera but instead down on the ground. After half a minute the man nods and finally begins to proceed in the broadcasting. "Um...they all died.." he reported. To likely every viewer's shock. How could this live broadcasting go from happy-go-lucky to the reporting of fifty people's death?

In your mind, it made it more real. Because in real life, things can go from zero to a thousand in a matter of milliseconds. What a cruel joke.

The newscaster cleared his throat, his face straight. "Just in, the little girl killed them. E-Every single last one of them. There was a misunderstanding. She was the fiend and her whereabouts are in the dark as of right now..."

He continued to warn locals of the wandering fiend, and with that, you dissociated. Your eyes bore through the screen for a second, and your mind processed the information before closing them, irritated.

"Buncha' idiots," you muttered.

You turned the television off, eloping you in pure, dreadful darkness. The noises from the night city below your apartment made you rub your head in frustration. You placed your leg back onto the floor and then rested your elbows on your knees, back arched forward as you rubbed your eyes and held your head.

"Didn't come here to hear this shit," you groaned.

When opting to report this before the problem had been fully settled, the news station must have been in over its heads. How miserable. For those ratings, they wanted that "happy" story, didn't they?

You put out your cigarette and stood up from the couch, placing your scarred hands into your grey sweatpants pockets. You had trouble keeping your head up. That's enough TV for today, you thought.

You crouch down, grabbing your crinkled uniform shirt and tie from the floor, groaning about your back as you arise.

The slam from the washing machine didn't faze you. You click the button to begin the washing cycle and head straight toward the refrigerator not far from your washing and drying machine.

The stainless steel fridge buzzes as you apathetically gazed inside, holding the fridge door open with your other hand.

You heedlessly grab a cold can of beer and closed the door. On your way out of the kitchen, you grab two bags of chips off the counter and carry them through your apartment's hallways toward the bedroom.

Once inside your bedroom, you placed the junk onto your nightstand and flop down on your unmade bed. You roll onto your side and reach for your laptop, powering it on. As your laptop powered on you proceeded to pull your sweatpants off and kick them off onto the floor.

You sit up, underneath the blankets, and place your laptop onto your lap, proceeding to type your password. Since that broadcast fucked up your mood, and you're not tired yet, you might as well check your emails.

You click on a bookmark and it instantly takes you to your Gmail account. Your attention is drawn to the most recent email like a moth to a light bulb. It came from Makima, and they had chosen a partner for you.

Now that you think of it, did Makima give you the day off because she found you a partner? But why all the dramatics? This isn't your first rodeo, you didn't need to be sent home to 'mourn' or whatever.

Despite everything about this seeming entirely premeditated, you no longer gave a damn. Your eyes scanned the screen, reading the message. The message explained in detail this concept of sorts. Devil-hunters working with fiends. Along with how you were being offered to basically be a test subject. You reread the message and noticed that attached was a file of who your 'partner' was.

Surprisingly, your curiosity wasn't peak, you were pissed. First, you process what was being asked, more like told to you. You, a devil-hunter who has killed your fair share of fiends, alongside devils. Why should you work with an idiotic fiend? Who thought this was a good idea?

"What a buncha' baloney," you utter, eyes glued on the screen. This is entirely disrespectful to you.

Many other questions arise with this concept. What if this fiend kills someone on the job? Hell, you aren't interested in getting blamed for anything that wasn't your fault!

You lean over to the side to grab your beer. You position your index finger under the tab's ring and pull. It was cold in your hand but you didn't care as you chugged half the can down, some dripping down onto your chest and faintly drenching your sports bra and sheets. You placed the can back onto the desk and exchanged it for a bag of the chip.

No point in complaining in bed, there wasn't much you could do but accept. You'll give Makima a piece of your mind tomorrow. You opened the attached file and the document slowly loaded while you chomped down a handful of Doritos.

Maybe having a fiend as a partner will make it less burdensome when they're dead and gone.

The document finally decided to finish loading and you were faced with a screen of words.

The first bag of chips was finished and thrown onto the floor and the other grabbed another other bags.

"What's with fiends and their weird ass names?" you whispered while placing your legs in the crisscross position. The fiend's name, or rather, your partner's name you guess, was Beam.

Your eyes continued reading, the blue light from your laptop's screen reflecting from your tired eyes. The document stated the basics of this fiend. He was the Shark Fiend, the devil who embodies the fear of sharks that's now a fiend. The following section detailed the fiends apparent personality. It stated the following:

"Beam is childish, and one with a mentality similar to a child in some aspects. His attention span was ever so short unless he was doing something he found enjoyable.

"Speaking of things this fiend enjoys, he fancies fighting and eating. He's a bit eccentric, and his speaking style is hard to put into words. Beam often gives nicknames to people he likes, odd nicknames such as 'Master' or just copying a nickname he's heard given to the said person.

"Based on our interview with Beam, we have noticed he doesn't like wearing clothing. Every time he was dressed the next second he was exposed. We weren't able to convince him to wear a shirt, but we did successfully get him to wear pants.

"Regardless of everything said, Beam does have impressive control over his cravings, and above-average intelligence than other fiends."

You sighed. You got stuck with a child-like fiend of all things. Has Makima meetcha? You weren't exactly one for children, at least, not anymore. Kids only reminded you of the bad memories and how fucked up your life is.

You wiped the beer off your mouth, smearing it into nonexistence.

To be completely honest withcha self you weren't in the mood to complain anymore. This fiend guy or whatever was just gonna be your partner, no matter what you thought. If you're lucky he'll get eaten by a devil or kill someone and be sufficiently executed. Tomorrow you's problem. The next thing on your agenda is to get a few hours of sleep before work. But first, gotta dry those clothes for work tomorrow.

You groaned. Having stated that you closed your laptop and went back to doing your chores before quickly dozing off, wishing the light would never rise and for the night to last forever.

The next morning you approached Makima, a wooden toothpick between your lips and scowl fully exposed. You strolled the hallways of your workplace, people you passed saying morning as you brazenly passed them. Today, you weren't in the mood for their trivial greetings. You had a question you wanted an explanation for.

“What’s all this about?” you questioned the woman.

She stood coolly as always, not once have you seen Makima sweat from stress or intimidated. Ya can’t say you’ve never felt discomfiting around her presence, but unlike some other devil-hunters, you were trained to not show any of your emotions. Negative or positive. Devils feed off both, instead of just fear as many believe. Your instructor taught you that when you were a noob at this.

Makima’s gold eyes didn’t falter at your harsh tone. She didn’t raise her voice, glare at you, hell, punches you. Rather, she complimented you.

“You’re a dependable devil-hunter. And simply, I saw it best to choose you for this task,” she stated, simply. After a second or two passed, she continued.

“Is that understood?”

You didn’t quickly respond. Voicelessly, you chewed your toothpick, twisting and turning it with your teeth. Somehow, the spark within you falters when you speak to Makima. She tired you out, simply with her presence.

“...Where's my bud?" you finally asked. placing your hands whiten your slacks pockets.

Makima nodded, taking this as a yes from you. “Good. He’s being transported here for your meeting. I actually already have an assignment for the two of you.”

Now that was surprising, she expected you to just get along with a fiend that quickly? You twisted and turned the toothpick, the sharp edge poking your gums. “Yippie,” you sarcastically said in response.

Makima nodded, pleased with your appliance. She began to part ways with you before turning back around. “Oh, I forgot to tell you yesterday. Happy 28th birthday,” she smiled. That’s the first person in years, even though it’s a day late, to tell you a happy birthday. How depressing, you could weep like a cloud. Your expression didn’t shift with Makima’s jokes, or whatever the fuck this was.

With a shrug, you decide to entertain the woman. “Didja gets me a gift or something,” you mocked. Though she answered it as a question.

“Unfortunately, I did not. However, I do have some paperwork I need you to look over. It’s on your desk,” she told, before leaving you alone in your spot, face ever so blank.

You removed your toothpick and rubbed your temples with a sigh. “Give me a damn break, Makima.” Soon, you also turn oppositely from Makima, and stroll back to your desk, a permanent scowl implanted on your face for the entirety of the morning.

The morning went on quickly yet slowly. You read the paperwork that Makima ever so kindly left for you regarding your partnership with the fiend. After finishing up with those papers you then read up a bit about the assignment Makima laid out for you and your partner. Then you went downstairs to greet, to put it simply, your new partner.

One headache after the other.

This whole experiment thing, fiends partnering with devil hunters, was weird to you, but hell, weird is your normal. You were somewhat glad you could go back on the field, paperwork was getting so fucking boring.

In the back of the HQ building, was an army van parked, and a man in a combat getup standing in front of it. You sighed when you approached the man, ready to get this all over with.

“Tis’ the fiend?” you asked hands in slacks pockets.

The man's hands were behind his back, posture straight, a head taller than you. He nodded. “Yes ma’am. And you’re _____ _____, I’m assuming?” he asked in a polite tone.

“Mhm,” you responded, chewing your tongue aloofly.

“Honestly didn’t expect a devil-hunter to look like ya,” he stated offhandedly, all while unlocking the van's back door locks.

You bit your cheek, tilting your head sluggishly. The man had waited maybe half a minute before you found the strength to respond. You had an idea of what he was saying, probably was flirting with you, not to sound cocky or anything.

“Look like what?” you asked, challenging his statement for no damn reason. The tone you held must’ve been a little harsher than intended as the bulky man in front of you faltered on his words like a grade-schooler at a spelling bee.

His face expressed realization, and he rubbed his neck apologetically. “Apologies. Disregard that. Ha, It wasn’t appropriate,” he apologized before clearing his throat awkwardly. Flirting it was then. Cool. Guess you’re delighted to be right.

“Nah, it’s cool,” you eased without much thought. You had to be honest, you were being harsh for no reason. Must be boredom. Tis’ probably why you can’t keep people in your life. What’s the reason again? Who’s the problem? Oh, the problem is you. And the reason is that you don’t put in the effort. Or, if you want to deflect you can just say no one ever puts in the effort for you. Not your parents, not your coworkers, hell, you don’t put effort into yourself either. What a dull life.

You squint your eyes. The sun takes a mischievous peak beside the building, and the blaring light shines past Devil Hunters Tokyo HQ, behind you, the man, and the military van. You admired, more like observed the scenery behind HQ’s building.

There's a dumpster, littered trash, cigarette buds, and a condom or two. And here you are, waiting to meet your new partner that isn’t even human in such a scenic environment. God, you wish you didn’t come in today.

While you were admiring your surroundings, you must’ve missed the guy opening the van back and turning back to you. He called your name perhaps a hundred times before you eventually responded. You are so out of it today, man. The moment the man has your attention, he starts to repeat or say what he was about to say when you lost focus.

“The fiend is inside,” he stated, shrugging inside the van that was filled with clouded darkness. You turned on your side and cast a quick glimpse inside. Your demeanor remained unaffected. You couldn't see a damn thing, not because you weren't a bit concerned. This guy might have night vision or some shit but you sure don’t.

You both exchange glances, and you awkwardly nod to show him that you at least acknowledge the presence of a fiend inside. Just can’t see it apparently. The man pauses for a brief moment before restating.

"It's not coming out, um. The fiend, that is," he clarified.

"Oh, okay then,” you said, turning back to the open van with no light. With a groan, you began to call out to the fiend. “Hey, buddy! Come on out. What are ya, scared of the light?” you jested.

At first, there was no movement or sound from the van. Until it spoke, the shadows spoke, barely audible, hesitant almost. “Are you my buddy?” the darkness asked you.

You dropped your hands into your slacks pockets before responding unenthusiastically. “Yep, that would be me...” Can not believe you’re making conversation with a fiend. “You’re my partner, bub,” you added, mostly saying this to yourself. To remind you that this fiend is your partner and you aren’t his. You aren't equal.

Another silence surrounded you all before the fiend responded. However, this time it came out of the van in all its glory. You clenched your teeth.

The shark fiend’s human form resembles an athletic young man, just without the chiseled face. Instead, he had a shark's snout and fin rather than the top half of his head, and no eyes to be seen. Wonder how things look through his eyes. Just like the file you were given said, he wore no shirt, exposing his torso. As they had mentioned, he only wearing a pair of swimming trunks. Thankfully you were prepared for the sight.

“Yes! I am Beam!” he clamored. There was no longer any hesitance or timidness in his voice, instead, it was replaced with lucrative energy and delight. The shark fiend had the biggest grin on his face as he absorbed your cold presence and observed the features of his human partner.

You didn’t respond right away, making the fiend stare at you, in anticipation, you guessed. With a shrug you reply, turning on your heel in the process. “Kay. Follow me,” you said, walking from the van and to the side building exit. You waved your hand back to the man in the uniform, your other in your slacks pockets. “Thanks for the help, bud.”

You did not wait for the fiend in your steps, making Beam rush after you like a child playing tag with their friends. As he went after you he also waived after the guy: copying you. “I thank you also, human guy bud!” he rejoiced as he followed behind you.

The walk was quiet, no action was made by you to insinuate the conversation. Beam would observe your side view every few seconds as he walked beside you now.

Beam didn’t know where he was or where you were both going. The sights that surrounded him were uninteresting. There were empty food stalls, empty grass fields, and a large empty playground. Now that he thought about it, Beam thought these places looked fun, and he wanted to touch all of them!

Before he could ponder about the sights further he notices you voicelessly take a box of cigarettes out. He decides to take this as his chance to strike up a conversation. Though your fast walking pace made it sort of hard for him to speak and walk. Normally he’d just walk through anything in his way, it’s simpler that way!

“Ahhhhh, buddy, where are we going?” he asked. He waited patiently for you to respond. You had a cigarette between your lips and a lighter in your grasp. When he doesn’t get a response he just thinks you didn’t hear him so he asks again. “Excuse me, buddy! Where are we going too?” he repeated, making you internally sigh.

You exhale, smoking escaping in the process. “To fight some baddies. A devil kinda like’cha,” you responded. You spent the entire morning reading the assignment that Makima wanted you and your "partner" to carry out considering your skills were appropriate for the aforementioned devil.

Beam gleamed at this. “We’re already fighting? I’m very excited!” he gushed, smiling boyishly.

You shrugged. “You sure are talkative,” you uttered. It wasn’t like you weren't prepared for Beam's personality, they did give you his file. However, reading it and experiencing it were two different things; that can be said for many other things.

Beam's smile seemed to grow, sharp teeth exposed. ‘Yes! I very much enjoy talking. And I am Beam!” he jabbered. Beam was happy you were starting to talk to him, so he reintroduced himself. Irritating you unintentionally.

“Heard ya the first time Beam,” you grumbled, putting out the cigarette in your suit's sleeve.

Beam however didn’t catch your annoyance and continued. “Your name is _____ _____. Correct?”

Whoever brought Beam to Tokyo must’ve told you your name since you didn’t introduce yourself to the fiend earlier. You nodded. “Correcto, Beam,” you confirmed.

He crossed his bare arms and stopped in place, tilting his head like a confused puppy. “Humans have such long and complicated names!” he stated. He then points to himself. “Mine is fast and easy!”

When he halted, you stopped right where you were, turned around, and made eye contact with the fiend for the first time, or rather you just stood there, not knowing where or what his eyes were. What was this fiend getting at? Did he just splatter out whatever was on his goddamn mind?

“...Ain’t that so,” you said. Not knowing what else to say honestly. While you and Beam are stopped in place you survey your surroundings. This place is exactly as described, a small town, with grass fields that stretch for miles. And it’s very quiet.

You're kind of hungry, you and Beam have passed by plenty of empty food stands but it was early, after all. Maybe one was open. Beam called out to you, breaking you from your thoughts.

You turn your focus to him. “We’re almost there,” you said.

“Then why do we stop?” he asked. Beam wasn’t like other fiends, you can see that now. Just from basic things such as being able to hold a conversation and him following along, well, to a degree.

“No rush,” you eased, placing your hand into your black blazer pockets. “I’m hungry. So I’m going to eat something first,” you explained. You wave for Beam to follow you, and he obediently does.

The further the two of you walked, the more empty the streets felt. The silence brought a chill, but Beam seemed to be oblivious to the off-putting lack of sound. Regardless, you do find one stand about to open. You scanned the menu, they sold everything you would find at a coffee shop, but the stand had more charm than any Starbucks you’ve been to.

“Get me a large espresso,” you said after scanning the menu.

The cute coffee stand was being run by a teenage boy, around 15-16 years of age. His shaggy chestnut hair was disheveled, and his matching eyes were antsy. You assumed he was just opening up the stand as everything wasn’t in order yet, and he was flustered when you began to order. His flusteredness was also probably due to the partially naked monstrous fiend standing next to you.

Beam credulously admired the hollow surrounding as the boy stared in fear and confusion. You rested your elbow on the stand, devil-hunter badge held in front of the boy's face. “Ya got that?” you firmly repeated.

He stuttered in response. “Y-Yes ma’am!” he fretted. He then began brewing up your drink while synchronously setting up shop.

You turn back to Beam, your arms folded firmly underneath your chest. “Beam. Do you like coffee?” you asked.

Beam shimmered. “I think so?!” he exclaimed, now practically bouncing in excitement. He and caffeine perhaps wasn't a good idea mixed.

You purse your lips. “‘Kay,” you said.

Your gaze slipped down to Beam's chest then to his defined abs. He didn’t seem to notice your stare, instead rambling about coffee or something like that. Beam had a good-looking body and he wasn’t shy about showing it, or he was just naïve to the fact that his body is attractive. He had no shame going out in public practically naked.

You flip your gaze back to his face. “I’ll buy you that coffee if you put on my blazer,” you bargained.

Beam responded in a heartbeat. “Your torso covering?” he questioned.

“Uh, ya?” That’s a weird way to describe a blazer. This must be what they meant by Beam's weird way of wording things. How did he know what a torso was and not a coffee? Now that surprised you. His wording kind of irked you, but it also kinda charmed you.

“Just while we’re eating. People have been staring.” That was a lie as nobody was outside, you were the only one staring and you knew it, but come on, anybody would say the same thing!

The fiend whined like a child, shoulders slouched. “But--” he began, but you interrupted, not willing to adjust your deal. You’ve heard enough tantrums in your life to see one coming.

“Yes or no, only.”

Beam pouted, almost painfully. His mouth opened and closed as he tried coming up with a retort. It was cute, the expression he made as he thought so hard. Though you weren’t one to back down.

You glared back at the crabby fiend.

“BUT--I really really really despise torso coverings!” he whined.

You almost start to laugh openly at this, but you bite your bottom lip to keep from laughing out loud as Beam continues to protest. Seemingly not noticing your charmed conduct.

“They’re uncomfortable!” he added, flaring his arms like a helicopter's blades. You never thought a fiend could actually be so...human. You never thought you would experience a certain joy in a fiend's presence. Beam had charmed you without you even trying.

“Oh really? No coffee then,” you shrugged, turning back to the coffee stand. The barista already placed your espresso down and only stood there awkwardly, watching you and Beam banter. You breezily grab your coffee and begin to pay, ignoring the feeling of Beam's gaze on your back.

Doesn’t take long for Beam to burst. “Fiiiiiiine!!” he grumbled, fists bunched and pout palpable.

Your gaze was down on the stand and…you smiled. Nobody saw it, not the barista or your partner. Hell, you neither. Though you could feel the serotonin inside. Beam truly was childish and quite dramatic. Can’t imagine him hurting anyone. This thought was wrong, you know you shouldn’t be underestimating a fiend, you know better than that.

You scoff, grabbing your toasty espresso, the cardboard box warm in your hand. “Add on to my order a…affogato and two ham and cheese kolaches."

The boy's face was awed, and he nodded frantically. “Y-Y-Yes ma’am!!” before beginning the rest of your order quietly.

You leaned against the stand and examined Beam’s demeanor. He stared back at you, oddly not saying a word for once. Beam instead, waited patiently for you to say what was on your mind, more patience than anyone else you know in your life.

“Do you like human food, Beam?”

He looked as if he was in thought, in a very cartoony way, holding his chin and looking up at the same sky as you. “Maybe? Do you like it?”

The shuffling from behind you didn’t bother you, too focused on Beam. You squeezed yourself further as if you were hugging yourself. “Mhm.”

There was a silence that neither you nor Beam broke. The only sounds heard were the seagulls in the sky and the shuffling of the barista. The smell of fluffy bread and creamy coffee is what took over your nose.

You stared up at the rich sky. Every day the sky held a different appearance as if you all were blessed with a new one each day; when in reality it was the same ole sky as yesterday. The same sky that witnessed your tears of anger, frustration, and utter chaos. But Beam, he didn’t see that. He couldn’t understand the misery behind your icy glare. He didn’t understand it. Does that mean he can’t see it?

You rolled your shoulders. What with these sentimental thoughts? “Course I do. I’m a human after all,” you mocked.

Beam didn’t seem to have noticed your snappy comeback and moved the conversation. Reminding you why you're both in this small town. “When will we fight?”

You respond shortly after. “After we eat.” Beam shoots you another question before you could even blink.

“Who are we fighting?” he added to his initial question.

You scrunch your nose. “A devil,” you said.

“Where are we fighti-” he began to ask.

“-Beam. Quit with the who, when, what, where, why, and ’sometimes’ how shit. You’ll see when we’re there,” you snapped, putting an end to his waterslide of questions. Goodness, he truly was a child.

You begin to smoothly rub your temple as the barista places your order down, holding his hands. He looked bashfully at the ground, palms sweaty. “Y-Your order ma’am,” he notified, keeping a moderate distance.

You sighed. What's with kids being so bashful nowadays? “How much?” you asked, turning to face the boy all while digging through your wallet. Beam watched over your shoulder, sniffing your order. If he had a tail it'd be wagging right about now.

The barista's brown eyes couldn't seem to stay in place or keep eye contact. His face was as steamy as the kolaches, his nervousness really did show. “2-2,050 yen…” he stated.

Beam began to drool at the smell, literally, drool fell on the shoulder of your blazer. With a light shove, you put a stop to the sticky line of drool that was falling from Beam's mouth, all while shaking your head like an old man disappointingly looking at the youth of today, hell you felt like one.

You sighed again, passing the barista three thousand yen. Your hand faintly touched his, which in response startled him. “Here ya go, kid. Keep the change,” you said as you grabbed your order and passed Beams his affogato. “Let’s go Beam.” You then walked away from the warm booth, continuing your walk around the empty town.

Beam followed, drink in hand. “I thank you also, kid!”

It seemed as if the wind was trying to tip you over, stop you in your tracks or just blow you and Beam away. Your hair was about to give out to the harsh gust of winds, plus you were getting chilly now that you were missing your blazer. Beam, however, seemed unaffected by the current airflow, only focused on the cup of coffee in his hand.

Your blazer was a tight fit on Beam's torso, but he didn’t seem that bothered. You sort of regretted your deal to buy him a coffee if he wore it since now you were fucking freezing!

Beam instantaneously followed beside you, spilling coffee into his mouth, tongue out like a dog. “This is super tasty!” he noted aloud, licking the cream from his lips.

You took a sip of your espresso as you watched Beam now chomp down a kolache in slight interest. “Hopefully it doesn’t keep you talking all day. And make sure not to waste any crumbs,” you warned. Hoping he didn’t stain your blazer, that’s a part of your work uniform, after all.

“Human food is so tasty!” he gushed.

You turned your gaze to the side, a gust of wind passing by; you squinted your eyes. “Ain’t that so?” you replied half-heartedly.

Man this town was suspicious, but there was still no devil in sight. It was now past noon and there were still no people outside. The only person you've seen was the boy from earlier setting up his stand further behind. Your mind could only come up with one or two possible stories on what happened to this modern ghost town.

Beam however was ever no oblivious. “Yes, very much so! I give you my thanks, my buddy!” he stated.

You didn’t give him a response and instead stopped in your tracks.

All the trees swayed in havoc, and the sky was clearer than the ocean. The wind didn’t come to an end, it was exhilarating. Though this wasn’t ‘cause of any devil, tis’ all nature you’re observing. Nature can’t help but be affected and be put in the game of humans and devils.

Beam stopped in his tracks soon after you and stared at your paused side view, confusion littered on his face. The wind combed through his dark hair, messing it up more than it already was.

He called out to you. You didn’t respond.

The destructive wind was whispering to you in a familiar tone, a tone you damned. It warned you of what was going to happen, but with no specifics, as always. You didn’t look behind you, only forward. Your silence was making Beam discombobulated.

However, you were to focus on the magnetic feeling you felt in your left hand, and without thinking, you opened your palms and at the speed of sound, a glassy trident bolted into your curled grasp.

The trident was as clear as the approaching water and was about twice your size long. It glistened as the glass it was composed of reflected the light: blood staining the three prongs.

Before Beam could react to the situation, he hears a harsh thump behind you two. Instinctively, you both turn around to find the barista boy fallen on the ground, three dark red holes through his torso.

You close your eyes as you let out another sigh. “Good grief. Look who it is, Beam..” you stated, placing the heavy weight of your transparent trident on your shoulder.

Beam pointed a finger at the boy. “Coffee guy! I didn’t even see him,” he blurted. You both stared down at the bleeding boy clinging on.

“Me neither. Just thought it’d be best to send for my trident since we’re walking these suspiciously empty streets all by our lonesome.”

Your free hand held the now warm coffee cup that the boy in front of you cooked up, walking closer to his fallen form. “This neighborhood, tis' a normally highly populated area. And it’s noon, somebody ought to be outside, odd how that stand was the only one open, eh?”

You stopped and crouched down to his level. “You had a good thing going on with the coffee stand, fiend. Almost had me convinced.” Tis’ your first time coming across a fiend who lived a ‘normal’ life. Let’s say you’re intrigued.

The fiend moved its long, brown mop of hair, exposing two iron fish fins attached to his left and right temple. There it is, the headpiece that makes it a fiend. Though honestly, you weren't here for a fiend.

He stuttered in his response, just like before “G-G-Good things don't last forever, ma’am.” He coughed out blood, attempting to lift himself.

You kick it fully onto the ground and trap it between the three prongs of your trident. “Where’s the Fish Devil? You’re one of its puppets, aren't cha?” you pushed.

Beam voicelessly watched you interrogate the fiend, silent amazement in his eyes. The fiend clenched his teeth. He no longer looked like a nervous barista as he had believed before. He looked like the killer of this town.

“J-Just die! None of this would have happened if you didn’t bring that fiend. If only I didn’t expose myself...to it," he jabbered, "If I kill you...they’ll let me continue to run my stand."

“The fish devil?” you surmised, but the fiend only growled at you, refusing to speak further. So you stand up from your crouch position. “You’re useless to me then,” you uttered, staring down at the young-looking fiend.

You took the last sip of your espresso. “Good coffee though." You pull the trident out of the ground with all your strength and swung it onto your shoulder, turning to Beam, back hunched. “Beam. Mind beating this fiend up for me, buddy?” you asked.

Beam gleamed like a newly bloomed flower, stars in his eyes. He’s never been so impressed by a human. He never felt so flustered around one either. “A-Ah, of course, I can...for you buddy!” he raved. Beam's eagerness to please you wasn’t noticed as he passed you.

You turned from the sight of the bloodied fiends and the glistening shark fiend. You threw your cup onto the dirt beside your foot, unleashing your free hand, you then reach your free hand into your pocket and pull out a cigarette.

The cigarette stared back at you as you placed it between your lips, and lit it up. The commotion behind you doesn’t faze you, your mind is too focused on the pleasing feeling of smoke invading your lungs.

You stared up at the sky. It was still blue and cloudless; you made a wish to the sky then. For things to never change, just like the skies' blue shade.

Before you knew it, you didn’t hear anything from behind you, and Beam was again beside you. You turned to him. He was covered in scratches and blood splattered all over him, though it didn’t seem to faze him. Hell, it seemed nothing fazed him. Beam turned to you and anticipatedly waited for you to say something.

“Beam,” you said, an air of smoke escaping your lips as you said this. You look down at the opening of your blazer that Beam wore, where Beam's chest still showed. The idiot never buttoned it up.

You raised your gaze back up to his face. “You got my fucking blazer bloody,” you barked, removing your cigarette from your mouth, leaving it between your index and middle finger.

If Beam had animal ears, they’d be down. “S-So sorry..miss,” he mumbled, inexplicably stuttering. What’s with his change in behavior, he’s being all…submissive.

You glared at the fiend, transferring the trident weight on your shoulder. “What’s with the ‘miss’ now, eh?’ you questioned but shrugged it off.

“Whatever, let’s continue searching for this devil,” you stated and you both continued walking the town in search of this devil, dead fiend behind ya. Beam, however, could never see you in the same light again after this occurrence. Hell, he didn’t ever want to.

Beam and you resumed your mission of locating the fish devil and figuring out the status of the missing residents of this town. You can confidently say that the people are dead and gone, swallowed and digested. Sometimes it’s just best to assume rather than cling to heterogeneous possibilities.

The current atmosphere between you and Beam after the unknown fiend's appearance is apparent. Beam went silent after the ordeal. You went quiet also, though that wasn’t out of the ordinary for ya. However, just like a phone turning back on after getting charged, Beam was soon back to himself, repeatedly calling your name.

“Mistress ______, mistress _____, mistress _____!” he repeated over and over again.

You narrowed your eyes. God, he is weird. This must be what they meant by Beams' outlandish nicknames. Your shoulders were slouches from carrying the rod of a trident on them for so damn long. “Why d’ya keep calling me that?” you asked. He responded like a bat straight out of hell.

“‘Cause you are my mistress, Mistress _____!” he extolled, aimlessly following behind you. His response was very much vague, so you asked again.

“Yeah. But why?” you reworded, hiding the frustration in your voice.

“‘Cause you are my mistress, Mistress _____!” he replied.

You stop in your tracks and glare at the fiend. He had to be fucking with you. He literally just repeated the same response as last time. Beam stopped behind you. “Yea,” you said. “But why exactly am I your mistress, Beam?”

Beams didn't spontaneously respond. He held his chin. Looked down at the dirt road in thought before coming to a reply he thought you would like. “You are my mistress, Mistress _____…?” he mumbled.

You shook your head to keep it from burning up. “Ne’er mind…” It was clear you were not getting anywhere with this. This fiend just repeated the same response over and over and it was obvious to you he was the one getting confused, true audacity.

“Just stop callin’ me that. I’m not’cha mistress.” you clarified.

He burst after you said that. “I am your servant, Mistress _____! Your strength has inspired me! So I will follow you!” he loudly and proudly declared. What a weirdo.

“Mhm. Whatever you say Beam.” you dismissed his compliments. At least you thought they were compliments from him.

“You are very strong, Mistress _____. How?” he asked, elated.

You went silent for a moment. The devil you were contracted with. Why would a fiend care, you thought, beside this thought you answered Beam’s question, gazing at the setting sun. “

I have a contract with the Mermaid Devil.”

Beam pushed for more, his interest piqued. “A contract? Contracts have conditions, what’re yours?” he further inquired.

You sighed. The trident held on your shoulders felt heavy, a heavy reminder of your contract with the mermaid devil. If you wanted to be dramatic you’d say everything changed after you agreed to that perverted devil's contract. Beam notices your silence and empty eyes.

“Mistress...?”

You remove your trident from your shoulders, digging the three spears into the dirt, residing it there before squatting down to rest for a bit, wondering about your next move. Are you going to avoid the question? Go silent on him and just continue this mission. Or are you really going to talk to him?

“...You ever met the Mermaid Devil?” you asked, even though it wasn’t likely to be a yes. As you expected, he shook his head. You placed your elbow on your knee, resting your cheek in the palm of your hand.

“Don’t then. They’re disgusting,” you stated. You didn’t have many regrets, they held people back, but agreeing to that contract is a hair away from being one. “This trident was made by them using the shedding from its...scales,” you explained, eyes on the glossy trident, your face reflecting against it like a mirror.

“Is that what makes them gross?” he asked you.

You shook your head. “No. The trident is what binds the mermaid devil and me. It’s the source of power for our contract. What makes The mermaid devil so perverted starts with how it’s known to only do contracts with women. They have perverted envy. They do these contracts to remove their femininity. They enjoy that, it’s twisted stuff.”

“And for my contract I…I doubt you’ll understand but...I agreed to give them all my eggs along with my monthly blood from my menstrual cycle. Haven’t had a period for around, hell, almost half decade.”

Before you could think too much about it, you shook your head. “Eh, it could've been worse. I’ve heard stories of women who’ve lost their breasts and more.”

Beam stood silent, processing the information you told him, you stayed silent, but your mind rambled. Why did you say all that? Why were you talking about something so personal with a fiend? You’re telling this fiend you just met something you never told anyone else.

Maybe...you really did always want to tell someone. Hell, no one really asked.

Your parents were ashamed you were a devil hunter in general, disgusted with all your actions, and avoided speaking to you. No one cared how all this shit bothered you. Yeah yeah, your parents never stopped mourning the death of your siblings, but for the love of fucking Christ you were there. You were mourning too. You didn’t need them shaming everything you did. All you needed was for someone to notice you were upset.

“This upsets you?” Beam asked. He didn’t fully understand what you were saying, but he could tell you were upset saying it. You, however, didn’t answer his question. Opting to not respond, because you didn’t know what to say. Out of everyone, he was the first to ask you if you were upset. Not if you needed a day off, or if you were moody; he asked if you were upset. It’s a shame he’s the first.

Beam stared down at you, the sky setting behind him. “I get sad when you’re sad, Mistress _____!” he remarked, pointing at you.

You rubbed your eye. “Heh, you get sad? I thought fiends couldn’t feel emotions like empathy." You scoffed. "Why would you feel bad for me anyway, we just met buddy.”

You stood up and dusted yourself off. Before you could reach for your trident, Beam shoved your blood-stained blazer into your arms, chest now exposed. “Because you’ve been so kind to me, Mistress _____. And I like you very much, and I don’t want to see you sad! Please be happy!“

This fiend...isn’t too bad. Hell, can’t say you hate him so that’s good enough. “Ha? You’re an odd one, buddy. Let’s head back to HQ. I don't see no devil.”

And that was the beginning of a newfound friendship. The days seemed to go by in seconds. Sun came then went and the moon took its place. You settled nicely into your new routine with Beam. Every morning your buddy would be waiting for you at HQ. Honestly, you didn’t know if he lived there or if they dropped him off every morning.

However, on this particular day. Beam wasn’t waiting for you like normally. A shift in the routine. Another thing that stood out was that Makima called you to speak privately. Your eyes subtly widen at her words to you. Though you attempted to act like yourself and nonchalant.

“Beam needs to be relocated,” she stated, hands laced with one another. She stood in front of you as if she was towering over you. Her hypnotizingly beautiful eyes stared through you.

You crossed your arms. “‘Kay? What does that have to do with me?” you retorted, leaning against your desk. "I know nothing about his living conditions."

She continued on with her statement, unfazed by your offensiveness. “And it’s best if he moves in with you,” she added, simply.

You glared at her for a minute. What’s with Makima stacking things on your plate? You already accepted being a part of this experiment but this was going kind of fucking far if you say so yourself.

“And why am I the first option?” you rightfully asked. “What’s the normal procedure when a fiend’s picked up anyway?”

Makima leaned against your desk beside you. “Normally, they’re killed on the spot if they are out of control. However, in certain situations, there are ‘sane’ fiends who are well enough to be interviewed by psychologists.”

Right, you recall reading that file for Beam.

Makima continued. “After successfully gathering the information sought, they either send them off to get experimented on or they’re killed based on how much chaos they caused before the interview.”

Your eye twitches. “Where has Beam been stationed at?”

Makima cups her chin. “He’s likely being watched over by the psychologist in his cell where he was interviewed.”

His cell? What the hell? Beam never told you anything about no cell. At the end of each day, he shimmers so happily as he waved you off. You wouldn’t have thought he had been going home to a cell when your time together ended.

Makima watched your reaction. “Back to what I was saying earlier. It isn’t possible for Beam to be stationed there forever, and a decision needs to be made for his relocation,” she pushed.

“As everything with you partnering with Beam has been good, I put up the suggestion of him moving in with you. In this case, you can watch Beam on a better level. Though, they’ll only agree if you’ll agree to it.”

You stayed silent, lost in your thoughts and emotions. Makima side-eyes you, hand still squeezing your shoulder. “I would hate for all this to be for nothing,” she said. You both make eye contact. “You understand.”

You remove yourself from her side hug, stuffing your hand into your pocket. You felt odd. All warm and fuzzy. It genuinely...intimidated you. You waved her off. “Ahhhh fuck it. I gotcha’ Makima,” you said.

Your appliance makes the woman smile and nod. “I’ll make sure you get the paperwork by the end of today,” she informed you, before lifting herself from your desk and making her way toward the exit.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, great, great,” you murmured.

So you’re gonna have to live with a fiend too? Man, they really are asking a lot out of ya. They must have some personal vendetta against ya. You should ask for a pay raise. You grumble your way to your desk and prepare yourself for the junkyard of paperwork you’re going to sign.

As anticipated, Beam was relocated with you a few weeks later. You would say it happened all so fast but it was truly a long wait. Mostly due to you informing your landlord about your roommate, and the HQ wanted to make sure you had your shit together and could watch over a fiend.

A few days after the paperwork was signed and sent you informed your partner about his new living arrangements since no one else did. He was elated. And you’d be lying if you weren't a little intrigued. Intrigued by what living with Beam would be like. Hell, it’d probably be like having a child move in, or maybe a hyper dog, who knows?

After giving Beam a tour of your apartment and the ground rules, Beam pointed something out. Something very important. Starting with your couch, it was quite dirty. Actually, the entirety of your apartment was pretty dirty and unkempt. Really unkempt.

So on your first day with your fiend roommate, you both cleaned and organized. Washing clothes, dishes, and dusty counters. Beam caught along rather fast. You were able to teach him how to clean things, but he wasn’t any good at organizing things. That didn’t matter to you anyhow.

You were enjoying yourself. Even though you didn’t show it, Beam had a feeling you were having fun too. You never thought you’d have fun cleaning the house. Kinda reminds you of a time when you were a kid.

Your older brother and younger sister had hated cleaning, and you hated it too, but one day during summer break your rooms were so filthy that your parents threatened your summer vacation if the chores were not done that day. So you and your sibling cleaned all day till your hands felt like rubber. It was fun just being with your siblings. Even if it was something as bland as cleaning, they always made things fun.

You swept the floor as Beam dusted the wall's silence. The thought of your family made you ask Beam a question, “You’ve ever been swimming, Beam?” you asked, sweeping the little particles of trash into one big pile.

Beam tilted his head from the other side of your apartment. “Like in the ocean. Ever seen the sea?” you elaborated.

Beam halted his dusting, duster in hand. “No, not ever."

You chuckle, placing the broom against the wall. “That’s hella hilarious. You wear those wacky swim trunks all the time, plus you’re literally the shark fiend. It's a damn shame," you teased, pulling the oversized shirt you wore down to cover your thighs.

Beam placed the duster down and sat on the couch, then rested his head on the armrest, watching you sweep. “Have you been, Mistress _____?”

You shrugged. “Naturally. My parents used to take me and my siblings every summer and rent out a beach house and all that good stuff,” you said with a hint of a smile on your face.

“Haven’t been back in, hell, a solid 20 years.” The last time your parents did that was when you were 8 years old. They didn’t follow the tradition the years after, as those were properly the hardest years of all your lives.

“Did you find it fun?” Beam asked, watching your every reaction. He was a good listener, a very good listener. He always made you feel like he wanted to hear whatever you said.

You faintly smiled. “It was nice,” you whispered. You placed the broom in the corner of the room and sat next to Beam on the couch. “My brother used to always pull me and my sisters into the ocean, and…we’d play till our fingers were all wrinkly. The sun appeared to never go down, always seeming to set each time I checked. As if time wasn't passing.”

Those were the good days. Good summer days. You can still feel the warmth of the sun from those days. The sun shined a little brighter than it does now. That’s perhaps the reason behind your fixation on the never-ending sky.

Beam shoots you another question. “You were happy, Mistress?” he inquired.

You nodded. “Yeah. I was happy,” you muttered.

The apartment went into a void of silence. Neither you nor Beam picked up your cleaning equipment, deep down you still wanted to talk, and Beam had another question.

“Let’s go this summer,” you said suddenly, Beam stared confused. “This can be our little old tradition as buddies,” you suggested.

You didn’t know what came over you as you wrapped your atm around Beam's shoulder. “Every summer we’ll rent out one of those fancy beach houses and swim till we can't no more. How bout that, Beam?”

He nodded rapidly. “I am excited! Very excited, Mistress _____! I’m very happy to attend with you!” he jabbered, wrapping his arm around your shoulder also. You savored the feeling of your arm on his shoulders, and Beam savored the feeling of intimacy.

“Me too, Beam. Let’s finish unpacking before we start planning.”

Beam agreed and you both cleared your apartment. After cleaning for hours upon hours you both finally had time to relax together as roommates in a now-clean apartment.

You suggested a movie would be nice. Since the couch coverings were the last thing you and Beam washed for the night, you both made a fort on the floor in front of the TV.

The movie you watched was some cliche American Christmas movie. Beam seemed to enjoy it. You stayed inside all night, in fear of the cold weather on the other side of your walls. You were able to convince Beam to wear a sweater for bed instead of half-naked.

Beam was already fast asleep before the movie ended, innocently snuggling against your heart. You didn’t push him off, yell at him, or wake him up. Hell, you know the reason why. The reason is…that he’s all you have, and you’re all he has. Why would you push the only person who matters away?

“I wonder...if you can ever understand how you make me feel, Beam,” you whispered, pulling his freezing body closer to yours, legs tangled together. And that arctic night, you both rested comfortably.

“Beam, how old are ya?” you asked at random.

You peered at the darkish, aquamarine sky, walking beside Beam as per usual nowadays. It has been nearly a year following your partnership with him, and you had no idea how old he possibly was.

It was perhaps a dumb question on your part as fiends are just immortal devils possessing human corpses who have no concept of being born into the world. You, however, asked despite the voice in the back of your mind calling you a fool since Beam would never.

Beam cartoonishly counted on his fingers, whispering to himself. You wait patiently and observe your surroundings.

This part of Japan was small, a small number of people were out and about around this area, a few of them staring at the fiend next to you on the daily basis during your daily patrols of this area.

Makima while back had given you and Beam this assignment of patrolling this area for any devil or fiend activity. So far there was nothing. All you both had documented was a few harsh storms that shook the town but that wasn't anything too abnormal.

Their judgmental stares didn’t bother Beam supposedly. It had been a month since you were assigned to these parts so you both were not new to these parts now, so you had no reason to whip your devil hunters badge at every person who bothered you.

You found this assignment quite useless since you and Beam's appearance was the only odd activity to the townsfolk.

The wind today was very dry and faint. Now that you pointed that out, the sky was quite greenish today too. Not the blue you’ve grown so accustomed to. An approaching cloud of debris also ushered closer, as if it were approaching these parts of town specifically. You shrugged it off as signs of one of those storms the townfolk stressed about.

Beam stopped counting. “I am older than you, Mistress!” he exclaimed.

You let out a raspy chuckle. Really? You initially found that hard-ass bricks to believe. Beam looked as if he was in his early twenties. In spite of that, fiends are just humans whose corpses were possessed by devils, so it’s understandable that Beam is reportedly older than you. Besides, why would he lie about it anyway?

You nodded, accepting his words as the truth. “Kay. When’s your birthday? We can celebrate it then if you remember,” you suggested offhandedly.

He scratched his hair. “I don’t know my very age or birthday, but I am very certain I’m older than you!” he said. You guess that’s fair.

“Mhm. My birthday was a little bit before I met you. It's coming up actually,” you murmured. Funny, that’s when you were made aware that you were partnering with a fiend. Initially, you were irritated at the idea, seeing it as foolishness. However, after your year with Beam, you think Makima was getting somewhere with her idea of fiends working with humans. You and Beam fought as a good pair, and yall results proved that. it’s just the cherry on top that you actually enjoy Beam’s company.

You suddenly come to a stop, Beam stops beside you. The weather was so dry and it exhausted you so you thought a little break from you and Beam's patrol of these parts wouldn’t be too troublesome. Leaning against the wall, you dig your hand into your pocket and remove the item residing inside. Beam stared at the sterling necklaces thingy in your hand.

“Oh right, I found this pendant thingy in some boxes when we cleaned the apartment,” you stated. The closed-shut silver pendent shimmered in your hand. Beam stood faithfully beside you, his dark hair blowing lightly with the breeze. Though it doesn’t bother him.

“What is a pendant, mistress?” he asked, looking down at the locket in your hand. You tried thinking of an efficient definition for your partner but only ended up sighing, it’s better to just show him.

“I don’t know how to dumb it down for ya,” you groaned while your hand flicked the pendant open, the pint-sized photo inside exposed. “But it has a picture of me in it. My brother gave it to me when we were kids. Honestly, I think he either found it or stole it from our mom. I just put this picture in though recently, the previous one was way outdated. It's a picture from when I was getting trained as a devil hunter.”

You handed it to him and he observed the picture of yourself from a few years back. Beam smiled brightly at the photo, holding it in a tight grip.

“Mistress! You look very lovely!”

“Hold onto it for me,” you said, ignoring his offhanded praise. “I’m getting all worried that I'll lose it with how windy it suddenly is,” you thought aloud, before looking at Beam staring at the photo.

You shook your head, rubbing something that flew into your eye from the wind that had picked up “I must be out of my mind to give it to you.”

Beam shimmered at your request. “I promise to keep your precious pendant safe, Mistress _____!!” he declared, squeezing the pendent shut in his fist.

You only waved him off dismissively and turned away. “Yeah yeah. I trust ya, Beam. Just try not to get it dirty then,” you nagged.

You and Beam leaned against that concrete wall in a pleasant silence. Beam mooned over the pendant you had trusted him with while you checked your pockets for a cigarette. Once your treasure was drugged out, you pulled a stick out and placed it in between your lips.

You sheltered the cigarette with your hand while the other held the metallic lighter. Right when you were going to light that sucker up, you noticed something. Something very quaint and startling. The wind had died down and the air had become possessed-still. You looked around, a chill slowly crawling up your spine. What's with the weather?

The wind has changed drastically in a matter of seconds, minutes, hours, hell, however long. Your teacher…used to tell you about this eerie feeling he’s felt. The feeling of silence and peace in a devil hunter's mind. The calmness before a storm, before their death.

"A...devil?" you wondered aloud.

And just then you and Beam concurrently wince violently at the boom. You drop your cigarette. An ear-splitting roar similar to a freight train assaults your ears and before either of you could comprehend what in the hell is happening; a vigorous blast of wind unanticipatedly blows past both you and Beam, rating, excoriating, and skinning your skin sharply like chalk to a chalkboard. The pain was excruciating.

Each speck of your body terribly throbbed, your clothing was torn left to right from the maleficent winds and your eyes were achingly shut, as if they were glued closed.

Your mind couldn’t recognize what was happening to even fully be aware of the pain. Things just went from zero to a billion times that. Your hair instantaneously felt like a wig being yanked out of your scalp, wildly being pulled in every sort of direction. Instantly your mind flew to Beam.

Where was he? Hell, where were you?

This…storm was bursting with health. It was close to sending you into the sky. You dug your foot further into the ground, your arms covered to protect your head. Your ripped clothing flew everywhere, whipping your scarred skin in the process. You gritted your teeth, eyes still shut.

A devil had to be the cause of this...of this tornado. A Tornado Devil? You had never heard of such a manifestation. But perhaps...that's why Makima sent you here. Why just you? You and Beam alone couldn't handle a devil manifestation. Unless...this was your destined death?

Where was Beam?

You didn't have time to think further as your heart pumped rapidly. Boldly, you expanded your other hand to your right, the place you last saw Beam, you just needed to feel him. Your ears disregarded the faded sounds of screams, crashing buildings, and flying cars.

Beam…was all that mattered. He was your priority.

You reach further, touching nothingness upon nothingness until the feeling of skinned flesh touches you. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes further, using all your strength to harshly pull and then push him through the door of the building you and him were previously leaning against. You faintly heard a crash…and no longer felt his touch.

Yet you felt relief.

Your legs buckle from the aggressive airstream and you fall onto the ground. The impact felt so much more painful with your already existing injuries. The wind did not stop, it never stopped. The madness around you did not end. And you felt a sense of calm, a sense of peace. Hell, you always knew you’d die, you didn’t know it’d feel so peaceful. You always thought death for you would be dreadful and lonely and mean nothing.

Though your partner is here with you to die. You don't want him to die though. He is the beauty behind this madness.

Before you knew it, your mind was hazy, your body was strengthless, and all you wanted to do at that moment was sleep as the horror tornado of the devil passed the town without a second glance or any pity.

Beams back ached and his throat felt like sandpaper. He opened his eyes to the sights around him. He’s in a convenience store, the place where you always bought your smoke sticks when he and you went on patrol in his area. The building was disheveled. The shelves were falling apart, barely standing, and a vast sound of snacks and drinks was spilled around what was left of the building. "What was that," he wondered.

All Beam recalled were him and his mistress taking a break from work and he was admiring the silver chain you had given him to protect. At this thought he lifted his arm up and opened his still balled up fist, to find the pended inside, his hands bloodied. He turned left and then right before forward, there was a broken door.

Beam stood up slowly but surely. He was pushed inside this building, seemingly by his mistress. Mistress… He couldn’t see you.

He limped his way out of the destroyed store, stepping on glass shards, and back into the outside world, where he found you in front of the building, on the ground, faintly breathing, gasping for more air.

“M-Mistress _____! Tis’ really bad…” he babbled, steering towards you.

You were in bad condition, even he can see that.

You chuckle, tears of bliss falling down your beaten face, wounded heart, and dulling eyes. Things really do go from zero to a billion in seconds. Hell, can’t say you predicted this would be the day you died, but you’re surprised at the cause of your death. However, Beams is here, holding your scuffed body, tail between his legs.

“Mistress _____! You are bleeding a lot. Y-You must stop that! Please stop bleeding…” he pleaded.

Beam’s here to see you off, the only person who matters in this fucking world. The only one who stuck around. The pain in your lower abdomen stung like a bitch, like having a cut on your finger and putting hands sanitizer on it, only plus about a billion. Can’t particularly put it on a scale of one to ten as you’re too accustomed to pain, but this did hurt like a crashing motherfucking truck.

Disregarding the blood seeping down your face, you spoke. “Beam…” you gasped. Never had you felt more vulnerable, never had you let yourself be vulnerable in front of anyone. Beam watched you breathe shallowly, and the blood seeped down your face.

The smell of your blood was intoxicating his mind, his cravings, and appetites, but also was tugging his heart, and also messing with his mind; confusing him. The blood soaking his hand wasn’t food, it was his mistress. His partner, his first buddy. How could he think about eating you when you’re like this?

He sobbed, squeezing the pendant in his hand, wishing his thoughts and cravings would stop. Beam couldn’t understand why he was feeling this way. He’s never felt this way before, this amount of anguish and terror. Though when you grab his face, your coarse palm filling up with his salty tears, it makes him so happy.

“You’ve given me so much joy, Beam. Consider this sacrifice…my thank you,” you said, not once breaking eye contact with him. Hell, wherever his eyes were, it didn’t matter, you just had this desire to stop those tears from coming from a place unknown and irrelevant to you.

Since when did drawing breath seem so painful? It’s like you were breathing in harsh waves of wind, the waves crashing against one another within your lungs. You turn your head to the side, the jagged concrete scraping the back of your head. Behind Beam's blurry face, was something so blue, so familiar: the sky.

The sky emptily stared down at you, and it spoke to you.

You rolled your head back to its previous position, eye to eye with your partner. He didn’t move from your touch, he stayed as still as a statue; embracing this moment of you embracing him.

“I don’t want you killing yourself over this or…whatever. I want you to learn so many things, and...to experience life before that. Don’t…worry Beam, when your time comes we’ll have so much to talk about.”

You smiled at him. If only he knew how many times he’s made you smile, you would never be able to thank him for that. Your last thought, your last idea: ‘I promise you’ll be taken care of…I made sure of that. Please see it for me, experience a wave of life for me, Beam.’

Your hand uncontrollably lets go of his face. The aloof limpness from your body felt unreal In his grasp. He bewilderedly stared at you.

”Mistress…”

Beam couldn’t understand, how could you just die? Why was it that easy? He shook his head, tears spilling with each shake.

“I-I don’t understand. I apologize for not understanding. Please come back now...” he begged, but with no response.

You never came back to him. Beam had lost you.

With time your words dissolved, and Beam stuck them to his heart, deciding that he’ll walk all around this earth, through the pits of hell until he comes back to you. He knew his mistress wouldn’t stay away from him if they had a choice. He’ll come back to you then, like the loyal servant he is, staying jovial till that day comes. Wishing that you’d be able to see the place that made you so happy.

Beam wished…he was at peace alongside you.

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