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Velvet Bond
Mafia boss!Pierre Gasly x mafia!reader || 18+
Summary: Being the only child of one of France's most dangerous mafia bosses you were expected to take over the throne your whole life. But your father had other plans, arranging your marriage with a handsome but annoying Pierre Gasly.
Warnings/Tags: SMUT, 18+, female reader, arranged marriage, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, bratty reader, dominant/powerful/possessive Pierre, violence, slurs, cliff hanger cause I hate y'all >:( (just joking hi hi 🤭 love you! 💞)
A/N: I'VE MADE IT!!! I finally finished it. Was hoping to post it just after the Vegas GP but haven't managed to finish it until now but it's better than nothing. What to say more... It's long. Just so y'know. Enjoy! 💞
Wordcount: 7201
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Arriving to your father's office early in the morning, because he wanted to talk with you about something really important, you've expected everything but not that.
Entering the office, there was a huge smile plastered on your face, a grey bag of fresh cinnamon rolls – your father's favourite – in your right hand and two cups of coffee in the left one – a sugar bomb of a cappuccino containing more milk than coffee for yourself and a simple black one with just a little spoon of sugar for your father.
You greeted the older man happily, coming around his desk and placing a good morning kiss to his cheek before settling the food down carefully on the wooden surface and taking a place in front of him. He thanked you for the goods, immediately taking a sip of the coffee, a satisfied hum escaping his lips.
„So what did you want to talk about with me”
You asked while nibbling on one of the buns. Observing your father, you noticed his presence change from a dominant and prideful father to a scared little girl. That's when a deep frown appeared on your face.
„First of all, please stay calm. Bursting out in rage won't help”
He warned and you already knew the talk wasn’t going to be pleasant. You nodded your head but knowing your temper the atmosphere in the office would be on fire the moment he finished talking.
„You know well that I'm not young anymore and my end can come everyday-„
„Don't say that. We both know it won't. Unless there's something you haven’t told me... „
You cut him off. It was rude and you were taught otherwise but in that situation you just couldn’t keep quiet, not when he said shit like that. Your father was a really healthy man, he wasn’t young anymore that's a fact, but neither was he old.
With that said, the only way he could die was a murder which meant he was in danger. But why wouldn’t he tell you? You were his 2nd right hand, helping taking care of the mafia and it's business. You two never had secrets between yourself unless it was about your private life – that is you not telling him you've slept around with one of his men one time, or him not telling you about his new partner for a long time because he thought you wouldn’t accept her, but he was wrong, you were more than happy to meet the 3rd woman that made him happy.
„You know I tell you everything honey”
„I hope so... „
„Continuing. I need to be sure that after my death someone would take a good care of our empire. That is why I found you a husband „
You felt your heart drop down to your stomach. Hearing those words slip out of your father’s mouth so easily made you want to vomit.
How could he? How could he arrange your marriage when he always told you that you could marry whoever you wanted? He himself believed in real love and now said something like this?
And it wasn’t even the worst. He wanted some STRANGE man to take over what's supposed to be YOURS?! You worked your ass off for the mafia, you were trained to become the boss since you were 5! And he wanted to give it away just like that?
Because what? Because you were a WOMAN? Because he thought you were too weak? Not smart enough? Blood boiled in your vains, hands curled in tight fists and face going red.
A faint sigh left your father’s lips knowing what's to come next. You shot up, full of rage and started to shout your lungs out, everyone in the mansion hearing you even though the room was soundproof.
„WHAT?! You gotta be kidding me! That’s a fucking joke. How could you! I was supposed to be the next boss not some random dude you want to give me away to! Do you even know him or do you owe him something huh? IF YOU GOT IN TROUBLE WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? „
„You promised me you will be calm... „
„AND YOU PROMISED ME I CAN MARRY WHOEVER I WANT! „
A single tear fell down your cheek. You usually kept your emotions, other than rage, at bay but this time you couldn’t help it. You felt betrayed, betrayed by your own creator, your only parent.
If only your mother was still alive, she woouldn’t even let him think of something like this. The man got up with a grunt, his arms slumped down in defeat, sad expression on his face.
„I know sweetheart, I know... But I can’t risk getting you hurt, or worse - loosing you. You know information spreads like crazy in our world and the moment someone finds out you'll be the one in charge after I leave they might want to hurt you... I know you're a strong and independent woman and I really would love to give it to you, because you're the only one I fully trust but I really can't. For your own good. You need to understand... And Pierre. He’s... He's a really nice guy. His late father was my best friend, he was the one who met me with your mother, and watching Pierre take great care of the business I knew he was the most suitable one for you. And he's handsome, has great genes. He’s just perfect for my little princess”
The man walked around from behind his desk and wanted to touch your cheek but you moved away.
„Don't touch me”
You hissed and was just about to start shouting again, when the man in question appeared. Your father was right, he was handsome, but not handsome enough to make you change your mind. No matter who it would be, the ugliest guy alive or a literal god you would never change your mind.
His green eyes shined in golden chandelier’s light, the dark blue suit he wore perfectly matched them and the aura surrounding him was quite intimidating. Standing in the door he looked between your disheveled and shaking self and your defeated father.
„Excuse me. I was told I may come in. I'll come back later”
He said in a gentleman manner but you shook your head in protest.
„You can come, I was leaving anyway”
Giving the two of them a death glare you gathered your things and left in a rush, bumping Pierre's shoulder on your way.
„I see your daughter didn’t take the news well „
„Of course she didn’t... „
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You stormed out of the building and straight to the garages where you found your deathly black Impala 1967 and hopped inside. After turning on the engine you left the garage and drove to the town to meet with your best friends – Aisha and Chloe.
The girls lived together so you didn’t have to pick either of them up on your way to the other's apartment. You parked your vehicle in front of the building and quickly walked inside. After a calming elevator drive you stormed inside the apartment without even knocking as you usually would.
„Someone’s maaad”
Aisha chirped from the kitchen while Chloe run into the living room hearing your displeased groan and couch creeking as you literally threw yourself on top of it. You told them everything while they jumped around you trying to make you as comfortable as they could, eventually landing you in bed of their quest room, wrapped in a cozy blanket with a huge bowl of ice cream in your hands.
You stayed there the whole day and by the time evening came the girls have managed to persuade you to go out partying. The three of you spent the next couple of days on shopping in the day and partying at night.
Until one day you went to a club you've never ever been to before. It was really fancy, great music, handsome men. You even managed to pull one of them.
The two of you were making out in the quiet corridor leading to the bathrooms. You started to unbuntton his shirt while he hiked your dress up when someone yanked him away, throwing him to the ground. You looked up at the man, it was no one else than Pierre.
„Fuck off”
He growled at the guy and motioned to his men to get him out of the club. He grabbed your arm tightly and pulled you towards his office.
„What the fuck?! Who do you think you are?! „
You hissed, pushing away after you entered the room. Looking him up and down you noticed the vains about to pop on his forehead and neck, the way his teeth was clenched in anger, and the suit he was wearing... It suited him a little too well.
„I'm your fucking fiance! „
„Kiss my ass! „
You turned around on your heel and reached for the door but Pierre pulled you back, tugging you harshly towards himself and forcing an engagement ring onto your finger.
You tried to pull it off after he let you go but not only did it got stuck but also something painfully stuck into your skin with each attempt. You looked confused between the ring and the man who had a wicked grin on his face.
„You'll never take it off unless I do it. You're mine and only mine... So stop acting like a whore. Now... I need to punish you... „
He unbuckled his belt and was just about to take it off when you flipped his wooden desk over. Years of going to the gym have finally paid off. It landed on him with a loud thump, making him fall down and groan in pain.
You took the opportunity and quickly run away, pulling your friends after yourself and out of the club. The three of you quickly got into Chloe’s limousine and drove away.
The girls gasped seeing your ring. It was beautiful, two golden bands connected to each other, one had a rich, red ruby in a shape of a tear attached to it and the other just as beautiful tear shaped emerald, and last but not least little golden thorns.
At least now you knew why it hurt to take it off. You liked to think that the ring symbolized the pain connected with your marriage, as well as ties and loyalty to both mafias.
„So he's your fiance! No way! „
„Way! „
You grumbled unsatisfied and slumped into the car's couch. Both Aisha and Chloe knew who Pierre was, both of them having a big crush on him, as well as any other women that knew him.
They also knew he owned the club they just left but had no idea that he might be your soon to be husband. They explained it to you and apologised the whole night, even though it wasn’t their fault and you weren’t mad at them at all.
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On the next day you couldn’t stop thinking about that situation. Who did he thought he was? Just because your father gave your hand to him didn’t mean he could hurt you, unless he wanted to have his way with you that's why he took off the belt, but you prefered to think the 1st option was true.
Your father texted you as you layed on the couch in your apartment, watching some stupid reality TV shows just to kill time.
„Pierre is organizing your engagement party. It will happen this Saturday at 5:30 pm. You can take your girlfriends if you'd like. Please don't be late and appear in something suitable. I love you with with my whole heart and I'm really sorry ❤”
Tossing your phone to the other end of the furniture with a deep sigh, you started to ponder on what to wear. You weren’t going to listen to your pop's instead opting for something more revealing and bold that would piss both men.
Nor were you going to spare yourself alcohol, planning on getting drunk and ridicule them, maybe then the french man would give up and call off the engagement. You told your best friends about your mysterious plan and ordered them to dress like sluts too.
When the day came you arrived late, on purpose just to make a huge entrance. Dressed in skimpy mini dresses you stumbled into the restaurant, giggles and chuckles filled the room as you took your places, Aisha almost tripping over her own legs. It could be seen you were a little tipsy already but you couldn't care less.
„Sorry. We're late”
You whispered to your father with a wide smile before sitting down next to your fiance. You could see he was pissed. His palm landed on your bare thigh, gripping the flesh and bone painfully hard that you were sure he’d leave an unwanted mark.
He got up and made a quick toast to both of you, finally letting the gathered there people eat then grabbed your hand and excused yourselves. After you’ve found a quiet place Pierre threw you to the wall and gripped your neck tightly.
“I told you to stop acting like a slut, yet you not only arrive here late but also break my order putting on the shortest dress you own”
His other hand slapped your ass harshly.
“At least you wore panties... Can’t believe I’m going to marry you-”
“You’re not so saint yourself”
You spit straight onto his face hoping he would let you go, but he only tightened the hold on your neck.
“You better behave or I won’t be so delicate tonight mon cheri. Now get your shit together and come back” (my dear)
Soon Gasly let go of you and left you alone. Trying to even out your breath you started to fear of what he meant. Did he want you to stay with him for the night to pre-consume the marriage? If that was the case – he could only wish.
Throughout the whole dinner you kept shamelessly flirting with Pierre’s best friend Charles, seated just next to him. The monasque reciprocated your behaviour but more in a soft and playful manner out of respect to Pierre and not to angry you.
He heard a bout you before. A beautiful killer apple of the eye of one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in France, ready to gut out whoever tries to harm their business herself. Leclerc knew better than to angry you, especially since you weren't fully sober anymore.
Aside that the dinner went rather smoothly, much to your dissatisfaction, although you overheard a few of Gasly’s relatives and friends say that he should be ashamed of not having any control over you and letting you come drunk to the event.
Just as you expected you were suddenly left alone with Pierre, your best friends escorted out of the restaurant by your father’s men leaving with him.
You sat at the end of the long table, slowly sipping on your champagne and watching the staff start to clean everything up, when an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you up and throwing over a shoulder.
You yelped and squirmed in Gasly’s touch, the glass you earlier held falling to the ground and shattering to many pieces.
“Put me down!”
You ordered sternly as he carried you upstairs to a room, heels kicking his chest and fists banging on his back, both of which didn’t seem to affect him.
“If you thought...”
A groan escaped his lips as he threw you onto the bed then locked the door. He looked down at you in a predatory manner, eyes dark, filled with both rage and lust. He towered over you as you sat up and pushed away just to the very end of the bed.
“You’ll get away with flirting with my best friend AND making an irresponsible person out of me... You were wrong...”
The man continued with a hiss and reached for your ankles, pulling you back towards himself. In meanwhile, you’ve managed to straighten your leg and soon your heel dug into his croch.
He released you with a loud grumble letting you quickly got up from the bed and run to the door. Just as you heard the lock click, the man’s rough hand found your neck drawing your back to his chest. You could feel his heart beat like crazy and his errection poking your bottom. He must have enjoyed it...
“Listen mon amour... “ (my love)
Pierre’s sharp teeth grazed your earlobe, hot breath fanning your skin.
“You either behave and be a good girl or I won’t hesitate killing your father... Your brattines won’t lead you anywhere, everything is already written down and signed so we don’t need him anymore...”
His threat made a knot form in your throat. People like him – like you – were never joking about death so you knew he would be capable of doing that. But you couldn’t let your father die so early so you nodded your head huffing angrily.
“Bonne fille~” (good girl)
Finally letting go of your neck, the man slowly hiked your dress up, his lips leaving soft kisses on your skin.
“ Now... What should I do with you... Such an inobedient slut...”
“Please...”
You let out a quiet whimper, eyes shut awaiting the man’s next move.
“Please what?”
Pierre’s hand trailed down your hip, stopping at the hem of your underwear and starting to toy with it.
“J-Just let me go...”
A loud chuckle rumbled out of his chest.
“And where’s the fun in that?”
The man bit the shell of your ear gently while his hand traveled inside your panties, stopping at your wet folds.
„If you want me to let you go... Then why is your body screaming for my touch? „
There was something intoxicating in Pierre, you couldn’t quite say what it was but it was there... And you didn’t like it.
One part of you prayed for a release and quick escape but the other... Oh the other... The other one wanted Pierre to ravish you. You knew well, by just one look, what kind of guy in bed Pierre was. Rough. Ruthless. Passionate.
All things you haven’t received from any man in a long time and the second part of you longed for. Unintentionally bucking your hips to his front, feeling his erection even more prominent against your butt you let out a whimper that only signalled Pierre to continue.
One of his fingers dipped inside of you and started to curl devilish slow while his thumb started to rub soft circles on your clit. The man enjoyed teasing you, you could practically feel his wicked smile on your skin as he stopped leaving dark marks down your neck for a moment.
The French man loved how your walls clenched around his only finger wanting... No... Needing, more.
„And you said you didn’t want it~”
Pierre smirked picking you up and throwing onto the bed one again. You watched as he quickly unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants along with boxers down revealing his member.
You felt your mouth water at the only sight before the man flipped you over and put on all fours. Running his girth along your wet folds he groaned in satisfaction then pushed inside with ease.
„Fuck... You feel so good... At least you’ll make a good wife in bed... I’ll fuck that bratty attitude out of you”
You couldn’t help a moan as Pierre started to thrust into you in an agonizing pace, not letting you adjust to himself. The man gripped your hips so tight you were sure he'd leave marks.
Moans, grunts and pants filled the room, as you indulged in the pleasure and pain. Wet sounds of skin slapping skin were like honey to Gasly's ear,s he couldn’t help but to spank you a few times.
„You enjoy it don't you? You dirty little slut...”
The constant reminder that he considered you a woman of easy virtue drew you crazy. You enjoyed nightly escapeds with strangers but it didn’t mean you did it everyday.
Blood started to boil in your veins when you finally looked up, seeing Pierre take you from behind as if he was a filthy animal, in the floor length mirror of the wardrobe.
You looked like a mess, even worse than before, disheveled hair stuck to your sweaty forehead, skin was painted with hickeys, your dress barely hanging on your body while your boobs have spilled out of it a long time ago.
Pierre smiled at you as if you were just a mere thing to him, his own possession.
„Your pussy is so tight for such a whore you are-„
In that moment you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Kicking him away you turned over and threw him down then straddled his lap.
„You call me a whore once again... And I won't hesitate killing you”
You growled before quickly lowering yourself onto him and starting to fuck him, rough and fast, just as you liked. You couldn’t care less that your legs burned like crazy, you had to show him who was the boss there.
„Nu-uh”
When the man tried to grip your ass and move you the way he wanted, you grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.
„If I can be a good girl...You can be a good boy... "
You hissed and pressed your chest to his face, muffling his sounds of dissatisfaction. Pierre captured one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and biting it giving you even more pleasure.
„Mmm... I'm close... „
The man warned with a tug of your nippple making you yank away and grip his neck tightly.
„You're not gonna cum until I let you... „
A wide grin appeared on his face, he was enjoying it... He was even more sick than you thought. You wanted to vomit at the only though of letting him fuck you, yet there you were, right on top of him, riding as if there was no tomorrow.
You chased your release like crazy, not caring about the man at all until it hit you... It hit both of you. Warm liquid spilling inside of you as Pierre couldn’t hold it in anymore. After regaining your senses you planted a juicy slap to the man’s cheek.
“Ouch... What was that for?”
“I didn’t let you cum”
Growling out, another slap landed on his cheek before you spat on his face and got up. The man watched you dress with a content smile painted on his face.
“You’re hot when you’re angry”
“Shut up”
You sushed him before leaving the room.
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Throughout next few days you tried to ignore the french man as best as you could and focus on the wedding preparations. Pierre was so gracious he let you organise everything however you wanted but your father wasn’t happy with that information.
One day he threatened that if you didn’t include your fiancé in at least half of the preparations he wouldn’t pay for your dress. As much as you were displeased with it, you decided to listen to him at least once in your life.
You’ve tried to call Pierre for the past two hours but the man didn’t pick up. You didn’t care at all that he might have been busy. When you’ve finally reached his secretary and argued with her for 15 minutes she connected you with Pierre’s office.
“Mr Gasly... Your fiance is on the line... S-She insisted I-I'm sorry...”
The poor girl announced before letting you speak.
“Listen here you little shit. Your priorities are obviously fucked up, because if you like it or not, I WILL be your wife and I should always be the most important thing for you. UNDERSTOOD? I’ve been trying to reach you for the past TWO HOURS and I don’t care what the hell are you doing YOU HAVE TO ANSWER. NOW!”
Pierre pinched the bridge of his nose clearly annoyed. He was in the middle of an interrogation while you called... Of course you had to call in such a moment. He quickly dismissed his men and the prey before picking up.
“What”
The man gritted out, his hand gripping the phone so tight he could break it any minute.
“Dad said I have to include you in the wedding activities. I’ve e-mailed you the schedule already. Today we have a cake testing at 4, don’t be late or I’ll chop your balls off... Tomorrow we’re going to pick out the dercorations at 12”
After rambling about the plans for another half an hour Pierre has finally stopped you.
“Okay, okay. I’ll check the schedule and won’t be late I promise just... Next time please be patient... I can’t constantly be available, I have work to do”
“What is more important than your future wife, huh?”
“Everything...”
You’ve ended the call angrily not letting him finish, but the man was very relieved when you hung up.
A few months passed since you got engaged. You already got used to the painful ring sitting on your finger and accepted your fate, although deep inside your heart burned every time you though about it.
You've spent the last weekend at your father's, discussing some wedding plans and just enjoying each other's company. One morning he called you for an important conversation.
„Pierre wasn’t really happy with it, but we eventually came to an agreement”
The older man started just a second after you made it to the dining room.
„Which is?”
You quietly took a place beside him and started to eat your breakfast. You stuffed your mouth with a pancake awaiting his response.
„After your marriage the two gangs will morph into a big one. He will be the boss but you'll be his right hand and have a say in all the matters that once were of our gang’s. As well as all our people will have to come to you for consent if Pierre orders them something”
“And you?”
“I’ll stick around and help if any of you would need me. Pierre also would have to consult bigger matters with me until I’m gone”
Your father explained. It wasn’t really what you wanted but was even more than you expected the french man to agree to. You knew better than to argue with both of them and accepted it reluctantly, which didn’t mean you wouldn’t fight for what's yours later into your marriage.
A smile appeared on your father’s face before he stood up and pulled you into a tight hug. You reciprocated, burrying your face in the crook of his neck.
Soon a door bell interrupted your little moment of affection.
„Oh! He’s here! „
A groan escaped your lips as you threw your head back seeing Pierre walk in. You were hoping you won't see him until the wedding but there you were, pushed out of the manor by your father to talk with Gasly.
“I think the preparations are going great... Aside the fact that you were late for all the appointments...”
The fresh spring air hit your faces as you headed to your mother’s gardens. Even though you were a few months into your engagement, nothing changed in neither’s behaviour. You still were a bratty bitch while Pierre kept being a despotic dick.
The only times you two tried to cooperate were when you worked or were in company of your father. The older man had to know that his little girl was and will be well treated by his best friend’s son as well as you won’t bite off Pierre’s head the moment he leaves you alone for 5 minutes.
Gracing the fingers along blossoming and still closed flowers, you stopped and picked one up. Turning around to face Gasly you noticed his expression was different than always, soft and admiring, before it quickly changed to his usual cold one when you looked up at him and placed the picked up flower in his chest pocket.
The small gesture almost melted his heart before he regained his senses.
The man noticed he started to behave weird in your company but he tried not to show it. His heart skip a beat every time you touched him out of your own will, which wasn’t often, leaving him starved for your touch. He couldn’t fuck a chick without thinking of that night he spent with you. He had no idea what you did with him but your only glance, especially the mad or angry ones, made his heart – and pants - tight.
“It’s gonna go great. You worry too much”
He admitted as you kept walking further into the garden.
“Well... One of us has to worry while the other constantly parties, taking different strange woman back home everynight”
“Are you jelous?”
You stopped in your tracks at the question, head snaping in the man’s direction with deep frown. Were you jelous he slept with other women? No. Were you jelous he was so laid back and couldn’t care less about the preparations, dumping them all on you? Yes. You didn’t have to say a word, your expression literally shouting your naswer at him.
“I’m not sleeping with the first woman that comes along. I own the club so I have to go there from time to time and check if everything’s alright”
Pierre explained with a huff and an annoyed roll of his eyes.
“Anyway... Here”
The man took out one of his many credit cards and handed it to you.
“Treat yourself to something nice. And you can keep it. Consider it aaa... Wedding gift”
“Let me guess...”
You took the card and started to examine it.
“There’s only 100€ so I wouldn’t get spoiled?”
The genuine smile you gave him along your answer made a shiver run down his spine. You chuckled along before Gasly responded with that huge and beautiful smile of his.
“No, No... There’s not enough to buy crown jewels but should be equal to the cheapest ferrari. But don’t buy it. We don’t need another car”
“Right! I just remembered! You promised to show me our car collection”
Soon your conversation trailed away from the wedding, instead focusing on cars and racing. The man found out you loved to race and promised to take you to an f1 race one day to watch Charles.
Pierre admired your fascination with vehicles and loved that you’ve finally found a mutual topic. He also found out you always wanted to own a pistachio coloured ford thunderbird but was never able to find it. At least now he knew what to buy you for a wedding gift and appease you a little into the marriage.
He admired the passion in your voice when you described your favorite vehicles, aside the thunderbird mentioning impalas, mystery Machine, miatas and more. Pierre noticed your different tastes, he prefered fast sporty cars while you opted for the beautiful classics... And Miatas.
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Standing in front of a mirror, looking at yourself in your wedding gown, tears started to fill your eyes. You really didn’t want this and it could be seen. Your friends tried their best to lighten up your mood at least a little bit but it was hard considering that every, even the smallest, part of their bodies shared your pain.
„You look so beautiful... Just like your mom... „
A male voice sounded in the room making the three of you turn around and face your father. He motioned for Aisha and Chloe to leave and take their places at the altar. The man walked up to you and brushed away a tear falling down your cheek.
„Don’t cry princess... It's gonna be alright... „
He brought you to a tight hug and whispered to your ear.
„Now, go get him tiger and kick his ass. He starts to get on my nerves too... „
You chuckled amused then pushed away with a smile. The ceremony went by surprisingly smoothly. Even both you and Pierre shed a tear. Yours was of sadness, of course, while his of pure happiness. You looked so beautiful he couldn’t help it nor could he believe he was about to marry such a god like creature. He just had to work on your behavior and you were going to be the best ever wife he could wish for.
You had a really great time at the reception, dancing with your father, friends, Pierre and his friends, eating the delicious food and deserts and playing stupid games.
„I've gotta admit you're a great dancer... Not as good as Charles but still”
Pierre chuckled as he spoon you around on the empty dance floor. Everyone has already left, leaving the two of you finally alone, able to indulge in each other's company. You'd rather sit at the table and eat another sweet while talking with the man but he insisted on one last, slow dance.
„You took a good care of the preparations... I'm sorry I wasn’t there most of the time... „
Pierre sighed, head dropping down. You frowned a little. Sure you were mad he dumped all of that on you but you couldn’t blame him. He was a busy mafia boss so you understood it. Brushing your thumb along his jaw you made him look at you.
„It's okay don't worry. Let bygones be bygones...”
You softly pressed you lips against his cheek then let a quiet yawn escape them.
„I think it's time to go to bed”
Pierre chuckled picking you up. He carried you to your room and gently dropped down onto the bed. You let him take off your sneakers and kiss your ankles. The man pulled you back up then you untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. After taking it off he ordered for you to spin around, to soon unzip your dress and slid it down your body.
„No bra? „
He chuckled kissing your neck then down your back. You stepped out from the dress and put it on a chair nearby before helping Pierre get rid of his pants, his eyes not leaving your breasts. When you reached for the waistband of his boxers, the man gripped your wrists and looked deep into your eyes.
„We don’t have to do this... „
He whispered, bringing your hands up to his face and planting soft kisses.
„What if I want to?... „
Pierre stopped his ministrations on your palms, eyes snapping to yours.
„Are you sure? If we start there’s no going back... And I'm not gonna go easy on you...”
He growled yanking you closer.
„I don’t want you to... „
Teasing with a flirtatious smirk, you didn’t have to wait long for the french man to smash his lips against yours and throw you to the bed.
„I'm on top first”
You've managed to breath out between kisses, earning a displeased groan.
„But then you can do whatever you want with me... „
You continued soon after and felt Pierre grip your hips tightly signaling his approval of the idea. The man shimmied out of his underwear then teared your off and flipped you over, huge palms kneeding your ass cheeks. You grinded on the man, sliding your walls against his length.
“Didn’t thought the day you’ll fuck me out of your own will would come so quickly. Yet there you are... Ma princesse so needy for me-”
“Can you for once shut up...”
You whined starting to get annoyed and stopped your movement.
“How can I shut up when I’ve just married such a goddess?...”
“What a medieval lover you are...”
You sighed with a roll of your eyes and continued your ministrations, trying to ignore every compliment that slip from his lips. Soon your womanhood started to coat Pierre’s twitching member in your juices as your hips rocked back and forth quickly, soft moans escaping your mouth while the man just stared at you with a cheeky grin and admiration shining in eyes.
When you finally decided to slowly lower yourself into his length he let out a moan too. You chuckled a little before lifting your thighs and slamming back down right after.
Repeating the motion you found a steady pace, going faster with every sound of slapping skin, Pierre eventually helping you by thrusting deep inside. His hands gripped your butt, nails digging into the flesh while yours firlmy rested on his chest, helping you with your balance.
The frenchman sat up, bringing your body closer to his and positioning in a way his every thrust hit your G spot. Crying out in pleasure you were sure the whole hotel and staff heard you but you could not care less too occupied by the hedonism.
The man burried his face in between your chest, kissing and nibbling them, not getting enough of the taste and softenss of your skin. He held you with one hand while the other played with your sensitive bud, circling and pinching it earning more moans from you.
“Pierre... Fuck...”
Your hand tangled in his hair, pulling his face to meet your lips in a tender kiss while you came undone in his grasp. Heavy breaths filled the room after you pulled away, staring into each other’s souls.
“Why do you have to be so good at this...”
Breaking the silence, you earned a warm laugh from your fiance. You never thought you’d hear his genuine laugh. The man gently layed you down on the soft covers and after asking if you were good to continue, to which you eagerly nodded, he once again started to move inside of you, this time slow but deep.
You’ve spent the night fucking like rabbits, not having enough even when you were out of breath, eventually finishing when you almost fell asleep mid round.
☆.｡.:*🌹.｡.:*☆
The start of your marriage was difficult, but it wasn’t nothing you haven’t expected. Starting from jealous Pierre stalking you in Hawaii when you haven’t taken him to your honeymoon, instead taking Aisha and Chloe.
Through the man ignoring and braking the rules he established with your father. Ending at treating you like nothing more than a maid and his own possession.
But there were also nice moment like when you had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep. Everytime you sneaked into his room, Pierre welcomed you in with open arms and no questions. Or when he took a whole day off for your birthday and the two of you did whatever you wanted. Or when he finally took you to the f1 race, where you had a really great time, later on partying with Charles.
Until one night when you thought it was the end.
After complaining to your father that Pierre has been pushing you away from the gang's matters and the older man almost shreading your husband into pieces, the French man has finally let you work with him. You stormed into your mansion after a successful but very risky mission, all bruised up and hurt.
„What the fuck is wrong with you?! „
Gasly shouted, slamming the door after himself and quickly following your bloody footsteps all the way to the kitchen where you tried to wash the blood off your hands.
„I had it-„
„You didn’t got shit! „
You shouted back finally opening your mouth to him after he almost killed both of you.
„You could have gotten us fucking killed! „
„ME?! I wasn’t the one driving like crazy almost crashing the car in the river! „
You turned around and faced him, pure anger painted on your face, as well as his. It was just supposed to be a quick check out around your territory on your way to a dinner Pierre promised to take you to, when you accidentally encountered a person responsible for an unsuccessful weapons smuggling.
You wanted to kill him right there and then, but Pierre insisted on stalking him. What was just supposed to be a slow stalk turned into a chase in a matter of minutes.
Pierre was a great driver, you had to admit, but this time he didn’t make it on so many turns, leaving the car and both of you all beat up at the end of the night.
When you've managed to puncture the guy's tires with your gun and make him stop, he started to run making you do the same. It was hard to do it in your heels, Pierre eventually overtaking you even though you were the faster one.
Heels long forgotten, you chased the guys bare foot when you heard a gunshot and saw your husband's bloodied arm. Fortunately it was just a scratch. When you tried to neutralize the man, he almost shot a bullet right through your head, one of your man who has just pulled up pushing you away last minute.
In that moment Pierre felt like his heart stopped beating. He already imagined your limp body laying in his arms, those beautiful but dead blue eyes of yours staring into his soul, while yours left your body along the liters of blood.
Just then did he understood the weird feeling he has been feeling towards you for past few months was love. The man regained his senses when he heard you laugh maniacally at your prey. A smile creeping up to his face when the sound filled his ears.
“But you were the one throwing yourself at the guy! He almost shot you in the head!”
“Well maybe if you weren’t such a PUSSY laying on the ground with JUST A FUCKING SCRATCH I wouldn’t have to do that!”
You shouted on top of your lungs throwing a vase at the man in rage. Pierre made a quick dodge before looking behind himself at the broken vase, which was one of the wedding gifts from Charles, your favorite actually. The man slowly turned around to face you, fury in his eyes, hands curled in tight fists.
“What did you just call me?...”
He asked quietly to which you responded boldly.
“A pussy. A fucking pussy. A cunt. A motherfucker. A himbo. A-”
The man cut you off with a harsh hit to your face. You fell to the ground with a cry and looked up at Pierre, a glimpse of fear in your eyes but the bold attitude still beamed out of you.
“HOW DARE YOU CALL ME THAT”
Pierre lost control of himself, completely forgetting that you were his wife, a much more weak person, and kicked your stomach a few times before picking up and throwing across the room.
Your head hit the corner of a coffee table, body falling limb to the ground, a dark red stain forming on the light grey carpet.
The french man watched the terrifying sight in front of him, which he caused, in terror. Falling down to his knees he called for help while capturing your body in his hold, thumbs brushing your cheeks while tears fell down his.
“Y/N...”
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I'm playing MGRR now and I know it's been some time since you did the same, most likely, but have you got any tips on Monsoon? This guy is unbelievably hard. I'm getting my ass kicked
Also what's up with Jetstream Sam. Why is he... here. He feels so weird, it's like he's kind of tacked on the game.
I know exactly where you're having trouble. It's that Monsoon seems impossible to hit, right?
There's two ways to deal with Monsoon separating himself into tiny pieces to go kick your ass: parry each part, or use an EMP grenade.
To parry an attack in MGR, when an attack comes your way, press the stick in the direction of the enemy attack, and press the attack button at the same time. That's right, there's no block at the last second mechanic, you gotta throw yourself in the direction of an incoming attack and face it head on (while pressing the attack button at the same time). Time it right and Raiden will parry the attack, and parrying Monsoon's magnetized limbs stuns them; this means you can parry all his body parts until only his head is left, then start beating the shit out of his head for free until he reactivates his limbs.
The second way is to use EMP grenades. If you come into the fight with EMPs equipped, bombing Monsoon as soon as he activates his magnetic limbs kills all his electric parts and leaves him vulnerable. If you don't have any EMPs on you, parrying his limbs then beating him up will sometimes cause him to drop EMP grenades, which you can then pick up and throw at him for free damage.
Eventually Monsoon will wise up that this Buggy the Clown shit isn't working and start throwing things at you instead. You can use blade mode to cut them in half instead of dodging, letting you keep running straight at Monsoon.
When Monsoon creates a massive trash wheel in desperation, you'll probably want to dodge. Don't listen to those instincts — Raiden is a fucking boss and can parry that shit too. Parrying the big wheel multiple times will expose weak points you can destroy in Blade Mode to let you disarm Monsoon quickly, otherwise you'll have to keep dodging the wheel until Monsoon gets tired and this raises the risk of you getting flattened by it.
Follow these simple steps and you can breeze through Monsoon easily.
Fun fact - Monsoon's dialogue will actually change depending on how hard you kick his ass. Normally he'll goad you into killing him in order to complete Raiden's fall back into Jack the Ripper, but defeat him fast enough and he gets terrified by you and begs for you to stop instead. Extremely satisfying.
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Jetstream Sam is there to prove even cyborg ninjas have much to fear from the average Brazilian samurai
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Beach Days With The Genshin Characters!
Wc:1.7k
Type: Headcanons
CW: umm nothing except mentions of alcohol and maybe some people being creeps? (Dw tho none of the chars or you is doing the creeping and it’s really brief
A/N: These we’re supposed to be a lot shorter but I got too excited and here we are lmao. If you wanna see some of your favs in this scenario lmk! Requests are currently open (and not just for this one prompt! Also! Repost from my old blog!
♡Diluc:
This man cannot swim. Tell me otherwise, I dare you.
Kaeya tried to jokingly push him off a lil diving cliff area when they were kids.
He almost drowned. Kaeya was in a lot of trouble.
So, good luck getting this man to actually get in the water. The most he’ll do is sit on the shore where it’s very shallow.
He usually prefers to just stay under an umbrella on the sand and keep an eye on you.
Calls you every two hours in advance and helps you reapply sunscreen.
He’s very pale so I feel like he burns pretty easily, meaning he needs to reapply super frequently otherwise he will become a tomato. He brings like three bottles of the good shit. Tch, rich boy.
If you ask him to build a sandcastle, he will pretend to be annoyed but do it anyways. Ends up finding it kind of enjoyable.
He has the maids prepare a nice picnic basket for the two of you!! It’s got all your favorite foods plus grape juice cuz y’know.
If any creepy peeps approach you, don’t worry. He brought his vision and his claymore.
Of course, he won’t have to resort to such violent lengths. Everyone in Mondstadt knows who Diluc is and they probably know you’re his s/o, so they’re usually smart enough to mind their own business.
If they don’t, don’t worry. Diluc’s glare is more than enough to scare them away.
All in all I definitely recommend a beach day with him! I’ll give it a solid 8/10 (-2 for not wearing floaties and getting in the water with you or letting you teach him how to swim.
♡Albedo:
You guys definitely 100% take Klee out with you on a beach day.
You guys bring snacks, beach toys like buckets and shovels for optimal sandcastle building, a picnic blanket, etc.
Jean definitely packs a lot more stuff for you guys to take with you than you actually need.
It’s only cuz she’s worried for Klee and is nervous about not being able to go with you guys though! It’s very sweet really.
Klee tries to bomb the fish and cause havoc at the beach 😭
I think Albedo is a good swimmer and gets in with you and Klee so that he can help her (which is very cute omfg)
He’s set total workaholic, as we know, so it took a lot of convincing to get him to put down his experiments and accompany you to the beach (however, he’s particularly weak to yours and klee’s puppy dog eyes so he caved eventually)
Though, looking at you and Klee happily building sandcastles and decorating them with pretty seashells of all shapes and colors, he can’t really find it in himself to complain.
He, of course, takes this opportunity to take out his sketchbook and draw the waves, seagulls, you… Of course he won’t let you see the sketch book no sir. He’s a bit embarrassed to be honest, but an artist such as himself recognizes beauty when he sees it so he simply had to draw you. (God I love him so much)
If a creepy person approaches you,- well don’t worry. The sight of a small arsonist child blowing up fish is enough to scare them away 🥰
At the end of the day, all three of you are all ticketed out. Albedo has to carry Klee back to Mondstadt because the poor baby fell asleep the moment you started drying her hair with the beach towel. You’re, of course, carrying back Dodoco and your bags. (You also manage to sneak a peak at Albedo’s sketchbook and find some very pretty drawings of you and Klee with your sandcastle)
At the end of the day, you guys tuck Klee in and read her a bedtime story (she woke up and insisted). Afterwards Albedo takes you back home and thanks you for coming with you and Klee (which you ofc say wasn’t a problem because how could you not???)
All in all? I’ll give it a solid 10/10. You’ve got tasty food, fun times, your boyfriend and his cute kid adoptive sister (yes I am very biased idc)
♡Xiao:
I think it would take a lot of convincing to get Xiao to go out on a beach date with you.
He’ll probably see it as a distraction getting in the way of his slaying of monsters and demons.
However, he also worships the grounds you walk on (hehe, simp XD), so I don’t think it’ll take that much convincing on your part (especially because it’s is self appointed duty to keep you safe so if you insist on going with or without him, he supposes he’ll have to go)
Is definitely a bit tense at first. He doesn’t know how to let loose and chill so while you’re sun tanning on a beach chair he’s like 🧍♂️ahdgshjsjd
Eventually calms down a bit though! You get him to relax and eat some almond tofu you brought along with you. It definitely gets him to perk up.
I don’t think he would mind getting into the water but I do think he’d rather walk along the shore and collect pretty seashells and sea glass.
He later gives the ones he deems pretties to you (he hands them over to you with a blush on his face and pretends it’s not a big deal and he definitely gets all pouty and grouchy when you coo at how adorable he is)
As for creeps, Xiao is both intimidating and well known in Liyue. No one is brave enough (or, let’s be honest, dumb enough) to approach you with any bad intentions.
Sure, Xiao has sworn never to harm a human/citizen of Liyue but that doesn’t mean he can’t scare the absolute shit out of them.
I think Xiao would definitely enjoy a beach day 🥺🥺. He’d find it very relaxing to go out with you and just hear the sound of waves and feel the sand under his feet.
He’d definitely hint at wanting to do it again later. Of course, he won’t tell you. No, that’s a foolish mortal activity and he has much better things to do.
Wait no, don't turn around, yes he will go with you next month.
All in all, I give Xiao a 9/10. It’s a very relaxing day (which he deserves 😤). And you get to see a whole new side of him.
♡Ningguang:
OK SO ORIGINALLY I WASN'T GONNA WRITE ONE FOR HER (at least not in this post) BUT THEN I THOUGHT OF LADY NINGGUANG TAKING YOU TO A WHOLE ASS PRIVATE BEACH
She knows you don’t care about how exclusive the beach you go to is (in fact, the fact that you don’t care about where you are or what you do is one of the things that make her fall more and more madly in love with you) but you deserve the best so she’s gonna go all out.
She’s a busy lady so days like this where the two of you get to go somewhere and be together are few and far between.
She knows it’s hard to be in a relationship with someone who is busy 24/7, so she appreciates how you remain by her side despite all hardships. (Y’all are a whole ass power couple istg)
The two of you spend your day relaxing. Sun bathing, drinking piña coladas, maybe taking a dip in the ocean. It’s all very pleasant!
Ningguang doesn’t quite feel like the type of person who would sit in the sand and make sandcastle, however you’re more than welcome to make some yourself. She finds it endearing <3
If you insist on her helping, she’ll eventually comply. She loves you too much to say no. I feel like she’ll either be terrible at it or like a total architect.
Sand is technically like tiny rocks right? So maybe she can use her vision to help her? If that’s the case, she’s making a replica of the Jade chamber out of sand.
If any creepy person comes up to you don’t worry. Ningguang will buy the whole beach and then use her right of admission as owner to permanently ban them from the beach you’re at.
The only downside to a day at the beach with Ningguang might be that there’s a big chance she’ll be called to tend urgent matters, seeing as she is the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing and all.
If that does happen, she’ll be sure to make it up to you somehow, whether it be rescheduling or taking care of the matter as soon as possible so that the two of you can get back to your day of relaxation and fun.
All in all?? Lady Ningguang will treat you like total royalty and the two of you will have an amazing time! I give her an 11/10 (she would literally buy a whole beach for you to be comfortable I mean c’mon)
♡Venti:
BEACH DAYS WITH HIM ARE SO FUN!!
Swimming? Yeah, he’d love to! Sunbathing? Sure! He’ll even conjure up a light breeze for the two of you. Sandcastle building? WELL OF COURSE WHY DO YOU THING HE BROUGHT ALL THESE BUCKETS AND SHOVELS?
No but seriously, he might be the best person out of everyone here to go to the beach with. He’s fun, free spirited, and he’s a traveling bard who’s been alive long enough to know where all the best beaches in Teyvat are. (He also knows a guy- er, well, dragon I suppose- who is willing to fly them to any place).
He’ll play some soft tunes while you doze under the sun.
HE PICKS PRETTY SHELLS AND GIFTS THEM TO YOU!!!
He will bring booze. I’m pretty sure this is a necessity. If you’re a little upset about it, he’ll probably “eheh~” his way out of it. That slick bastard.
If you really insist on him not drinking, he won’t consume much alcohol.
If some creepy person approaches you and tries to ruin you your day of beach time fun, all of their stuff will suddenly be blown away, causing them to scramble back to their spot and (almost embarrassingly) flail around trying to catch everything. What a shame…
At the end of the day, he’d be a little sad to leave. Definitely makes plans about tbe two of you going back soon.
I gotta give him a 10/10 he’s just so fun omg.
Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!
#genshin impact fanfic#genshin impact#diluc x reader#albedo x reader#xiao x reader#ningguang x reader#venti x reader#xiao#diluc#ningguang#albedo#venti
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🗯️; Gush about ship lore, f/o lore, or s/i lore! Don't hold back!!
SCREAMS,
So I'm going to try to focus on Scaraman here as Jewel is being WORKSHOPPED TO HELL AND BACK and it's hard to pin down Lyman's mortal life when such a crucial character is in the works.
So Lyman works a mind numbing tavern job after becoming a cosmic entity [how this happens ,,,uh workshopping that something something atomic bomb], Lyman is just a bottle of repressed rage at this point as he hates dealing with people and being the therapist for everyone is not a job he is suited for yet it's what he was given. Flash forward to him actually meeting scarab as an entity scarab was tasked with containing was inside lyman’s tavern, With lyman being the owner of this place he was questioned by scarab immediately, [lyme didn’t know shit like…at all] The lizard was compliant with scarab, eventually tracking the entity down. Lyman was crushing HARD after this encounter, he usually hated pretty much everyone he interacts with yet the insectoid caught his eye in a way that pulls at his hazy mortal memories, he asks or well…it came off more like begging for Scarab to come by again if…if he wanted a thank you for ridding his tavern of such a nuisance.
Scarab finds the lizard odd yet he’d never been thanked for his work before and found it flattering, weeks would pass of Lyman waiting around and second guessing himself, Scarab had not left his head at all, it made him sick to his stomach to think something else could have a grip on him like…..well ,,,,he doesn’t really want to dwell. Yet Scarab had been having an……awful day, being given a small amount of free time he decided to finally take the strange tavern lizard up on his offer. It was late, Lyman wringing a dirty rag having just finished the grueling task of washing all the glasses, when a loud and curt knock was at his door, He let scarab in, panicking at the meaning behind the visit and not knowing how to properly present himself to the man who’s been owning his brain for weeks on end despite only speaking for a few minutes. Scarab asked for a drink in a tired voice, it was interesting to the lizard. He’d pictured the insectoid as a strong distant being of which nothing could phase yet he could hear the hints of weakness in his voice. The mask the being wore did not help as it blocked his ability to read people.
Lyman served the auditor up his drink [despite having just cleaned up. This should upset him. If it was any other entity this WOULD have upset him to no end. Good job lizard you’re throwing all your sensibilities away just for mister tall red and spiky over there.] Yet Scarab looked so..tired, he sat there in his “i am listening” position taking up as little space as possible yet still being a presence, the silence was deafening, just them sitting there not speaking much to each other while Scarab quietly sipped on his drink. Lyman digging his claws into his arm and hoping not to puncture the fabric on his nice button down, The lizard would swallow the tension building up in his throat to ask a simple “..rough day huh?” causing scarab to let out an exasperated sigh and begin on a long winded rant about his boss, his coworkers, and feeling underappreciated. Lyman listened intently, nodding along and inserting his own criticisms of the workers whom he had met.
The rant became a lot more lighthearted, Scarab surprised another entity could hold similar viewpoints to him, whom didn’t just tell him to calm down, Lyman feeling safe enough in the conversation to now crack a couple jokes he’d been saving in his head for years now just for himself to chuckle at. They both had an enjoyable time being awful to those around them in private. It meant a lot to Lyman to be able to get Scarab to laugh a little, the insectoid’s visits become a lot more frequent, very slowly becoming a relationship. The events of fnc happen after this around the time scarab and lyman consider each other to be in an established relationship. [this is where it gets rough..also i just hit th bong i’m becoming incoherent and haven’t really polished this] but after receiving the ping to investigate the time room scarab makes a beeline to lyman’s [pretty much to gloat about the fact the guy they dislike did something illegal heehoo =)] and lyman not..having anything better to do gets dragged along because scarab’s excited about something and he wants to be there..uhh Lyman shapeshifts into a horse while they’re in farmworld..thats a thing that happens, anyways lyman begins to have a mental breakdown throughout all of it due to scarab’s absolute tunnel vision on capturing the crossovers …..the girls be fighting. Prismo is forced to play marriage counselor. Uhh lyman almost kills somebody,,,,,,,,he gets the auditor promotion. SORRY IT GOT ROUGH I’M STILL WORKING OUT A LOT OF SHIT UHHJJ SMILES =)
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reintroducing this fella here but hey meet the updated latest tower foe, Pesto La Pasta! Time for a summary!
Pesto is a humanoid plant (or a plant person) from space! Having crashed down as a seed from the atmosphere (alongside many other plant people) in an asteroid, the plant people landed right in Fun Farm, where they were discovered by a young Vigilante and his grandfather. Being low on funds and with John growing older/unable to work at the time, Vigi and John planted the seeds out of curiosity, and that’s how the plant people were born!
For many years, long after John’s passing, the plant people tended to Fun Farm as thanks to the two in exchange for being taken care of. Being plants themselves, they had intricate knowledge of how to care for crops which brought great profit to the once struggling farm. Eventually, of course, things had to go south.
Cue Pizzaface and Pizzahead arriving to ruin it! The plant people were swiftly captured and were held in captivity while Pizzahead decided what exactly he was going to do with the poor saps.
Out of the bunch, Pesto had some shining potential. Despite being one of the smallest plants (yk small usually is connected to being weak), Pesto was anything but. With frightening intelligence and strength, Pizzahead was immediately fascinated by the little guy.
Pizzahead ended up making majority of the plant people into guards for Fun Farm, with a little catch. Having done experimentation on a few of them (to an extent), he ended up creating a chemically modified form of chlorophyll that he injected into the plants. This chlorophyll basically made any one of them a ticking time bomb into becoming gargantuan plant-like monsters whenever Pizzahead fancied. It kept all of em in check of ever getting rebellious.
With Pesto, however, he gave the little guy the duty of being a spy. (The reasoning behind this is mostly cause he could. If the guy made a clone of Pep just to fuck with him, who’s to say he won’t send a spy to do the same thing? It was also just cause, since Pesto seemed to be cooperative (even if out of fear) and had the ability to fuck shit up without the need of the chlorophyll. I mean, he still injected him anyways. Gave him a bigger dose, actually.) Ontop of all of that, he went through quite a bit of training and kind of got rewired mentally and morally. Plus, he physically matured a bit (warmer coloring of his skin and hair.) thanks to said chlorophyll.
Being a spy, Pesto was meant to document all of Peppino and Gustavo’s progression through the tower and whatever information Pizzahead could have used to make it harder for them. (Cause he can.) The role of a spy would have been easily done since Pesto’s got good factors going for him: Visually appealing (cute lil dude), emotional detachment (sometimes purposeful,) great negotiator, real strong, y’know the works. The beginning of his mission, Pesto was roughed up by Pizzahead and tossed into one of the barns on Fun Farm, where he was discovered by Gustavo.
Gustavo was quick to go the compassionate route and take Pesto under his care, even though Peppino was highly suspicious of taking in anything or anyone from the tower. Gustavo took care of the little guy and cleaned him up, giving him a new set of clothes. Since they were (mostly) consistently on the go, they took Pesto with them (once Gustavo was sure he was okay enough to come along.)
Over the duration of their adventure, Pesto worked behind the scenes like he was supposed to, while growing closer to his “buddies” (even if he spoke in garbled gibberish that they couldn’t really understand. If you need an auditorial example, it’s kind of like how an Inkling would sound.) He grew especially close to Peppino, who eventually began to open up more and more to him. During those times, Pesto felt genuinely cared for. Though that didn’t do anything to divert him from his mission at first, he began to have second thoughts about betraying them soon after.
Finally, just before the final encounter at the top of the tower, Pizzahead went ahead and came down to visit them. And very nonchalantly might I add, confessed that Pesto was a dirty traitor. It was just then that Pizzahead triggered the chlorophyll response in Pesto’s body and caused him to transform. A vicious fight broke out then and there. (Which notably consisted of Peppino being painfully tied up in vines while Gustavo and Brick had to sort things out.) At the end of it all, Pesto ended up restraining himself to try and have the group to escape. (This included him cutting Peppino down from his binds, which hurt like hell and cause him to start bleeding which made the aggression worse.)
Sort of frustrated, Pizzahead set his little spy ablaze to get rid of Pesto and made a quick escape. (Plant people are very afraid of fire and not to mention very vulnerable. Oh, but Pizzahead also gave Pep n the gang a way out of the blazing inferno so they could tussle.) Escaping from the fire, Peppino and the others were convinced that Pesto was killed.
After the crumbling of the tower, Pesto’s memories with the two were still present even though they believed he was dead. (He’s like the Luigi of the group, if it matters. Of course, Peppino was very, very bitter about the betrayal even if Pesto seemingly stopped himself out of regret. Gus was hurt and confused, not so much angry.)
Turns out that a part of Pesto survived the fire. Fun thing about plant people like this is that even if their body is destroyed, if a part of them remains exposed to sunlight and (i guess rainwater), they will regrow. (Pizzahead’s chlorophyll made this even more possible since it gave Pesto more body mass.) Pesto slowly regrew over the course of time, till he finally was back to his regular self. The chlorophyll that he was injected with had died with the rest of his body, so this new Pesto doesn’t have that crazy transformation potential anymore. He has everything else though.
Though Pesto longs to reunite with Pep and Gus, he’s ashamed of what he brought upon them so has kept his distance from the two ever since. But who knows what would happen if they cross paths again?
Anyhow, hope you like him!
#pesto la pasta#pizza tower#pizzahead#Pizzaface#peppino spaghetti#gustavo#gustavo and brick#Pizza tower oc#pls dont let this flop
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Here’s just a long ass rant of me rating how easy it would be for me to take down the yanderes.
First of all, these are all no no characters, meaning that I will never even be seen in close proximity to them: Sawyer, Veronia, Kassien. Y’know, most of the nonhumans. Nora is here too cuz I’m scared of her. And Ainsley cuz no, I don’t want to fight a crazed wizard obsessed with blood. I get very faintish from how blood smells and I just know that she'd use that against me. These guys can smite me the moment I even open my mouth… scary.
-First one I think I can defeat is my bby girl Miriel. Unless I’ve wrongly perceived her as weak and a damsel than she is beating my ass instead 😔. Also, her village will be coming for my bum if I harm their elf princess so I wouldn’t even try to fight her in the first place. 3.5/10
-I thought I could defeat Runa until I remembered that she’s a literal serial killer so 0/10, she’d kill me instead.
-Now, Theanna, Abigail, and Elisha are all humans so I can fight them, I think. If I fight Theanna, that means I have to go against Abigail first and I think that’s just tiresome. Even if I somehow managed to beat Abigail(which is near impossible unfortunately), I would be too exhausted to fight Theanna. Also, like with Miriel, the whole kingdom's army will come after me for trying to harm their ruler. I could just throw bombs at them though, they’re humans, they can’t survive that. 7/10 with bombs, 0/10 without bombs :(
-I kinda forgot about Elisha but that’s actually because I already mentally noted that I cannot fight against the literal chosen one. 0.0/10
-The Anderson sisters are easy peasy, they don’t have magic to help them. I can take down Skylar and Darla but Sophie and Ellie would be tricky to fight since they are better at fighting/killing. Honestly, it would have been easy if they all didn’t like each other. If I beat one up, the other will kill me, so like... 2/10 or I could bomb them like the others.
Here's the weird thing about Miriel, it all depends on where this fight is happening, if it's anywhere near nature she has an advantage even if there's just a small patch of grass, she rolls advantage just purely being near it, it's sort of an elf thing.
When I first saw this I thought it was just like trying to escape them if they were your yanderes but then I realized you're actually fighting to the death lol.
Runa is a city elf which means she rolls no advantage based solely on never ever being near nature to refresh so even if the fight were outside, she wouldn't have a boost cause she doesn't know how to connect with nature. You still probably loose though on the basis of elves and their nature ability to dodge shit.
I think even if you don't have to fight Abigail beforehand, Theanna is basically untouchable due to the weird thing that she does monthly underneath the garden meaning she's got some hidden skills.
And yeah when it comes to the Anderson sisters there's no element of surprise, it's not like you can go from one to another ambushing them because they all keep tabs on eachother even if they refuse to communicate properly for some reason. The best bet is to start with Sophie, then sneak up and get Skye in the house and hope you can make it to the other two before they realize the tracker on their phone has not moved which means their sisters are not following their normal daily routine. The hardest part is getting into Ellie's apartment because she's got good security systems in place.
0/10 I would not win in any fight. My best bet is to surrender and hope they aren't angry enough to kill me.
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ive seen people suggest that the bad batch should have been min-maxed in order to counteract the sheer power they have as characters w/ those sets of abilities, and I agree. it would help to round them out physically so they're not just combat gods, and also it would give them weaknesses that they could deal with with other characters.
ive seen someone (why do I get the sense it was @ollovae3 who said most of this) suggest that since Crosshair has such good vision for sniping, he can hardly see anything up close. if wrecker's huge then he's got a slow metabolism to go with it, or maybe even joint problems, who knows (I think it'd also be cool if his armor was mechanical so that he'd be able to lift a 2+ ton gunship without severely hurting himself). hunter has the magnetic sensing and the Heightened Senses but also he goes into sensory overload more easily than the rest. god forbid he has a stuffy nose cause then he can't even hear. the common cold would take him out. harsh noises overwhelm him. tech's knowledge...im not sure. maybe it's severely limited to technological things, and if he has shit memory than he could need constant reminding of goals/plans, and would need help staying focused.
on twitter I was talking about how I'd write tbb given half an opportunity. hunter is the youngest on the team and so is insecure as a leader because he was decanted late enough that there was, at first, a marked difference in how much he had to learn and how much tbb had to learn. maybe crosshair resents him for this. either way hunter's emotionally a coward and avoids conflict (which would explain why he just. ignored crosshairs existence for the most part after he started hunting them down lmao)
i can understand (however corny) the brains/brawn juxtaposition between tech and wrecker. rather than be racist about it though, first tech's design is changing lol. then we don't just make wrecker the more emotionally intelligent one of the two. he obv cares about everyone but sometimes he's pushy and wont give Omega her space when she needs it. otherwise, he's got intuition for physics since he and tech or crosshair often have to work together to get past an issue. and since his powerup is entirely physical, he'd be the medic rather than tech, whos the team IT/mechanic and would only know basic first aid.
wrekcer's being the weapons specialist also means that he's got a strong knowledge of chemistry. "destruction is an art" is his catch phrase ive decided. he teaches omega a lot about the human body and also bombs.
added to hunter's insecurity: there's no particular field that he's an expert in the way the other three are. they have internal conflict in this now.
they do literally everything as a team. great for when theyre all together, but god forbid one of them is taken out of the equation, then its like a table that's missing a leg. since they almost exclusively (at least it seems like it) train with each other, if/when they actually have to face other clones, they're too used to their own fighting styles to be able to move through the conflict smoothly.
#ch posts#long post#inc anon the 686th actually does end up working w the bad batch#the win is a slim one#(tbb's fault) but there's a sparring scene#where none of the members of tbb win because theyre not used to sparring w other people#and the way kiki taught her men to fight differs from the hand to hand all clones are taught#there's that extra layer of ''we have no ieda what this actual fighting style is''#anyways yeah look internal and external conflict!! give us that!!
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I’m on a cross-country road trip atm with my sister @horrorcon and my dog and today I had very long conversations (kind of. me ranting mostly, I think, lol) about chromedome and his relationship with prowl and with rewind and with everyone on the lost light that he trusted (excepting rewind) poised to take advantage of him the moment he was weak (when rewind was nearly killed in the bomb explosion): rodimus, drift, BRAINSTORM*, prowl behind it all... and at the same time only BEING on the LL on paper for RW to help with decoding the matrix map etc but REALLY to look for his conjunx’s ex-conjunx with the expectation that if they did find Dominus that CD would be left in the dust. because those idiots never properly talked about the “after” of finding Dom.
so actually RW is simultaneously holding CD to such high expectations of bettering himself/overcoming his addiction to injecting (when its the one thing he does that makes him feel useful and that the others See and Know him for and how he can contribute uniquely to their cause/needs... just look how confident and poised he was when talking to Overlord before it all went to shit) while simultaneously selfishly making him be surrounded by the temptation to do so/ people who expect him to inject**. oh my god i’m emo.
and yes I know that despite RW being selfish here, CD could stand up for himself, he could face that conversation about their relationship after finding Dominus head-on without assuming things, but he literally does not have the self-worth to even consider that there could even BE an “after” for him with RW once RW finds Dominus. He said as much when Tailgate was questioning him about it.
So CD is on the LL, estranged, manipulated by those he is meant to be able to trust and who are meant to support him (his captain, the nominal-third-in-command, his purported best friend), struggling to make friends on his own without RW† (Tailgate tries to be his friend but ends up poking at one of his deepest miseries in the most ham-fisted way, cyclonus raided kimia so CD’s not ready to be chummy w him it seems, etc etc... idk it just seems that CD is NEVER socializing without RW, and even stays behind when RW is out socializing a lot of the time (e.g., some(?) movie nights, Hedonia)), is devastated he cannot jump-start RW’s spark himself because he’s not medically/physiologically sound enough to do so (with the implication that it is from injecting, right? I dont think Ratchet says it outright but it seems to be what CD takes away from the conversation, anyway, fueling his self-loathing), (and AGAIN CD is only there on the LL in the first place to find the person he thinks he is a stand-in for in RW’s life....), takes the life-line he thinks Drift is offering him to feel useful and capable and worthy– when in actuality Drift is orchestrating a multi-player, carefully-articulated and long-in-play PLOT to manipulate CD into doing mnemosurgery on Overlord for Prowl’s dumb project, and then RW DIES and it is definitely partially CD’s very own fault, especially for interfacing with Overlord without supervision. And CD watches RW die knowing that RW “will never be able to forgive [him] for this.”
I’m not even coherent in this post but I am just thinking thinking thinking about how this all plays out like a horrible Shakespearean tragedy and it’s not even the surface-level plot, really. CD’s life is probably one of the most compellingly tragic stories in the entirety of MTME/LL. And thank fuck it doesn’t end there.
*Ofc, Brainstorm (in my eyes at least) does redeem himself and take more care in/of their friendship in Elegant Chaos arc, focusing on CD, his depression, and his achievement of not erasing his memories of RW and breaking that awful cycle. Brainstorm devotes a lot to CD in this section of the story. HOWEVER, that does not change the fact that he played a direct hand in manipulating his best friend, which led to his best friend’s conjunx endura getting killed (among others on the ship!)!!! Idk, I LOVE BS but I do think that a lot of the fanon I’ve seen glosses over the fact that BS was complicit in the Overlord plot. And I find his involvement extra-inexcusable considering his more-informed stance on all of CD’s issues, his history with mnemosurgery, etc.
**And Rodimus literally PREYS on this, whether that is conscious on his part or not. He knows CD wants to be useful, wants to be helpful, and above all wants to do GOOD because he feels he has not done enough good in this world/feels so guilty about his past re: shadowplay. It’s like the perfect storm. Canonically it is noted several times that although Rodimus plays the fool, he is incredibly astute and perspicacious when it comes to reading those around him, particularly in regard to how he can subtly manipulate them into playing into his schemes (see: using incorrect grammatical constructions in order to distract Minimus/Ultra Magnus during key decision-making moments in which he thinks Magnus will protest his decisions). Actually this also evokes how Roddy uses Drift and his insecurities and eagerness to please to absolve himself of his Decepticon past in the eyes of his now-fellow Autobots.... hmmmm Rodimus. Girl.
† We see him hanging out one-on-one with Skids, and they get along very well and seem to care for each other, but their relationship becomes about Chromedome’s ability to help Skids recover from his amnesia, and, unfortunately, from that moment onward, Mnemosurgery becomes the focal point of their relationship. And, in the end, it ultimately leads to... well. the end of it. :(
#cdrw#really emo#im processing........................#insert anime crazy eyes emoji#insert gif of girl talking to herself pacing circles in her room#rodimus#chromedome#rewind#skids#brainstorm#drift#ultra magnus#minimus ambus#james roberts youve bewitched me body and soul and mind and emotions and creative juices#tf#tf idw#tf mtmte#mtmte#megapwnus musings
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Descendents of the trio AU:
Ok ok, if Yancy does have some kind of borderline asthma—Have some more headcanons!
He has an aversion to smoke, because it causes him to cough as well as some strong colognes/perfumes. The brothers always try to keep him either away from scents or things that they know will trigger him into a coughing fit.
If they can’t get away from it—Space hands him a clean rag that he’d normally use while working on machinery, Date will hand him a napkin or handkerchief—All the brothers usually have some kind of material for Yancy to cover his mouth and nose if he does. Also something for him to cough into without breathing in the same triggering air.
When Dark catches Space giving Yancy a rag for the first time, it reminds him of Damien doing the same for Wilford when they were younger…back when smoking was much more popular. He’d do it very discretely to not cause harm to the Colonel’s reputation. Just Damien would sneakily hand the handkerchief to William when the two would be next to one another at a party. The Colonel would likely cough a few times before giving a silent nod of thanks. Wilford doesn’t have any trouble in the present because his ‘madness’ abilities have somehow placed him at the peak of physical health…or at least healed the issue.
I think Yancy doesn’t like to talk about having the occasional issue with his asthma. It might be something that he might think as a weakness (like the stereotypical wheezing child with an inhaler) and doesn’t match his tough guy persona.
I wonder if Yancy’s hesitancy to reveal his asthma would’ve resulted in a more serious attack—like say Heist does a prank where he puts a pressure trap which releases like a paint-bomb (bonus points…it’s pink! Maybe gold glitter too?) or a smokescreen.
Heist thinks it’s hilarious when Yancy triggers the trap, unaware of his adoptive brother’s condition. He waits for Yancy to laugh along with him, knowing the other may find the joke funny as well.
Yet, for several moments, there’s no laugher—only an increasingly loud wheezing noise, which quickly escalates to coughing.
Yancy doubles over trying to breathe.
Heist’s eyes widen in surprise as he tries to support his brother in absolute terror—What has he done?
—Melody anon
TTTOTTT
I once had to leave the classroom during class because they were using these huge Sharpies that just filled the room with toxic fumes that nearly triggered an attack, a strong paint smell like that would absolutely decommission Yancy.
He has the cigarettes in his sleeve purely for the aesthetics, and once the brothers know about his asthma Space makes him an inhaler the same size and shape to carry in his sleeve instead! Yancy appreciates it greatly.
Heist rushes Yancy to the doctor's office in the mansion and Dr. Iplier's eyes go wide. "I'm sorry, he's-"
"I know!" Heist snaps. "Why the fuck is he dying, though?!"
They have to set him up on a big machine to help him breathe (I had that happen when I was really little and we discovered I had asthma, can't remember much about it alas... would be a great reference point for this if I could). Wilford and Dark get home in that time and Wilford just stares at Yancy in the bed, unblinking. "Why's he sleeping?"
Dark is shaking, because he remember nearly losing William a few times back when they were kids, why did he never think to test Yancy for the same affliction? Because he's Wilford's kid, not William's, dammit Dark needs to stop thinking of it like that if this is the consequence, if Yancy can inherit things from when Wilford was William, and shit, does that mean Space could inherit things from Damien and/or Celine? Did they have any major medical issues Space could end up having? Did The Future cure those potential ails already? Is Yancy going to pull through?
He does, of course. His asthma is manageable enough with a regular inhaler. He does hate it, though. Not sure if this is just a Me thing but my inhaler makes me Incredibly Shaky and Unbalanced. He would hate that, but he uses it when he needs to because his brothers worry and because-
Well. For a moment, Wilford remembered people can die. He cried, when Yancy woke up. He cried in relief. And he didn't remember that he remembered anything afterwards, but for a moment there he knew He Could Possibly Lose Yancy Forever.
So Yancy takes care to try and manage his asthma, and his brothers take care to assure him it doesn't make him seem weak or ruin his image. And when Space gives him the custom inhaler, he finally accepts that as truth.
#descendants of the trio au#markiplier#markiplier egos#ahwm yancy#yancy#yancy markiplier#markiplier yancy
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big big Archer Normandy infodump (im insane)
1. What genre of music do they listen to the most? Would people assume they would like that style of music or is it wildly unfitting to their appearance? (ie; cutesy pastel girl likes heavy metal)
hehe he has a playlist JUST for this. but he mostly listens to like... indie/alt stuff..? like guitar n bass heavy. and usually in minor chords.
i think it fits tbh, he looks like an indie kinda guy
2. In terms of power scaling in-universe, are they about as strong as everyone else, stupidly overpowered, extremely weak, etc?
now this kinda depends on which Archer we're talking about.
see, there's actually TWO Archers. from two different universes/stories. like he acts differently enough in each version to be classified as an entirely separate character
so theres Demon Hunter Archer (DH) where he is, you guessed it, a demon hunter.
and there's Spider's Den Archer (SD) where he's kind of a... nosy jack of all trades type with no powers at all nd hes just a regular person
DH Archer? significantly weaker than his peers. doesnt use his abilities properly, can do stuff on his own but its like. nothing spectacular. hes very mid power wise here.
SD Archer is also like, not spectacular. he is lacking in physical strength and stamina and endurance but like. his smarts? insane. i ranked the main cast based on intelligence and Archer was up at the top, tied for first place with two others (a seeeecwwet). but apart from that hes pretty mid too actually. a bit LESS mid than DH Archer but still mid
3. Their playlist. Drop their playlist (or, if it's extremely long, the most fitting songs on it) and include specific lyrics from each song you consider to be the most fitting. Explanation not required but you can if you feel like it! Do not care about cringe. It is fun.
hehe here's this bad boy
as mentioned, most of these are songs that he'd LISTEN to, more than like... songs that describe him. and also theres a mix of DH Archer + SD Archer who are basically like.... two different characters with how they act.
i'm currently fixated on SD Archer BUT. DH Archer actually DOES have a song tht best describes him. "switch it up" by the happy children. and its mostly the chorus (i forgor the lyrics) but about needing to get ur face smashed on a truck, u know. like something about his hopeful nature and that he's willing to get up and try again
SD Archer doesnt have a defined theme like that BUT. out of these... I Wish actually fits pretty well. surprisingly.
5. If their personality has changed drastically over development, what's something that was once true about them that is now absolutely absurd to imagine and false?
i wouldnt call this a personality change since its more like... him being a different character depending on what universe hes in. BUT.
the key difference between the two? DH Archer is more bright eyed and hopeful and is more willing to fight for the future. SD Archer is shit miserable and pessimistic and full of malice and evil (makes pipe bombs in your garage). also SD Archer is more deadpan and aloof at first (like when you meet him before he warms up to you). DH Archer is more... awkward.
6. When it comes to food, are they more into savoury, salty, sweet, sour, spicy etcetc food? Are they picky with their food or will they eat just about anything that isn't spoiled?
he'll eat just about anything, but he prefers savoury stuff the most
7. In your opinion, do you think if they were real you would be friends with them or not?
oh god no he'd think im cringe and annoying and would tell me to kill myself
8. ^ Relating to above question, do they consider themself easy to get along with, and is that actually true?
nope and its kinda true
10. Do you have a voice claim for them?
"bubblegum" by the happy children
11. What's their "theme" color? What color do you associate with them? Is it in their color scheme or just a color that reminds you of them?
red :) its in his DH colour scheme cause thats the colour of his uniform, but you dont see it as often in SD. in SD he's more black n white n monochromey, but sometimes he has a red shirt on
12. Would you consider them well-liked in universe, or are they more an… acquired taste
an acquired taste for SURE. he has a tendency to be aloof and off putting, ESPECIALLY around people he doesn't know/just met. so everyone that doesnt know him just thinks hes an ass
13. ^ What about outside of canon? Are they one of your more well-liked characters?
if i had a fandom, Archer would be. divisive. you either love him or you hate him, for similar reasons as the above question. i love him to bits tho hes my babygirl
15. What would their theme song/leitmotif be titled? What would it sound like, if you have an idea?
HMMM... his theme/leitmotif would be like... bass guitar heavy. thats His Instrument. and it would probably start out all like somber n sad, but then devolve into something... violent and angry? but finish off in a hopeful kinda way..
look its vague but it makes sense in my head okay
and as for a name... Missed Target? why? well. well.
16. Are they a projection of yourself in any way? How similar are they to you?
OH GOD YEAH. yeah. he has all of my mental issues and hes trans n gay and also seems aloof and quiet at first until you get to know him. hes super heavily based off of me but with like... a little touch of his own flavour. he is different from me in his own way
funny thing, Archer's character actually started as a self insert for a demon hunter story. when talking about him, id refer to him as "i" or "me". but he ended up becoming his own thing with time, completely separated from me :]
17. Are they capable of holding their own in a fight or are they laughably easy to beat?
UHHH depends on which one we're talking about again
DH Archer can hold his own against like... weaker, fodder type enemies. but with stronger n a bit more intelligent ones? ehhh not so much. and probably not much against other demon hunters either.
SD Archer isnt one for physical altercations at all. he'd get his ass beat. he'd probably end up getting enraged and try going for low blow fury type attacks, like going for the eyes or just hitting whatever's in the way, but like. he's really easy to deal with
18. Do they swear often? On occasion? At All?
all the time also he says slurs
19. How do they text people? Lots of exclamations? All lowercase? Very Serious And Grammatically Correct? 1 Billion Emojis? Cutesy uwu speak? Etc etc.
he types in all lowercase, doesnt shorten his words (you -> u, tonight -> tonite, etc.) and uses apostrophes. he doesn't use emojis unless its ironic and you rarely see him using punctuation of any kind.
he talks super blunt and just say what he means. no typing quirks, we die like men
20. How easy is it to befriend them? How easy is it to make them hate you?
hard to befriend for sure, mostly because he's so closed off at first. if youre enough of an extrovert or spend a long enough time around him he'll grow to like you tho.
WAYYY easier to make him hate someone though. he holds grudges like a mf
21. How do they prefer to be referred to? First name, last name, nickname, another alias entirely etc?
he does not care at all as long as its a variation of his name. most of the time he doesnt have a reaction to nicknames, but if its someone he likes romantically he'll like... blush a lil but not say anything
22. Compared to the rest of your cast, are they tall or short?
he's average. like super average. the middle of the bunch
23. Are they a dog or cat person? Neutral? Do they prefer another animal entirely?
neutral but has a sliiightly bigger preference for cats. just likes how quiet they are
24. Do they know what a sigma male is. Be honest
yes and he thinks theyre stupid and insults them
25. How do they react to being loved and/or cared for? Similarly, how do they express their love for others?
he's unsure of how to react.. in the moment? he'll blush and get slightly flustered, and later spend time overthinking what happened and if he understood the intentions correctly. he's most likely to brush it off as him just misinterpreting it and it mot meaning anything
when he loves someone he drops the aloof persona, becomes more talkative and actually starts smiling for once. he's more of an.. acts of service guy? im not sure actually because i can picture it clearly but cant put it into words, so just trust me ok
26. How do they react to being disliked? Similarly, how do they express their distaste for others?
depends. if it's someone he doesn't know, he couldnt give any less of a fuck about it. however, if it's someone he knows (and likes) he'll think about offing himself for DAYS, maybe even WEEKS.
the exception is his family he does not care about them he hopes they explode if they dont like him
27. What Pokémon type(s) would they be?
normal/electric
28. Are they the type to be chaotic and reckless or are they more the type to think before they act?
chaotic and impulsive wildcard type for sure
29. Are they an open book or hard to read emotions-wise?
hard to read because his expression rarely changes
30. Can they keep a secret?
yes, absolutely
31. What are some things you associate with them? Certain aesthetics, items, colors, feelings, tastes etc! Anything goes!
the colour red
the feeling of finding out something new/piecing info together
handguns
32. What role do they serve in the story? Are they a main character, side character, antagonist, protagonist etc?
main character/protag in both DH and SD. the special boy :]
33. What's the meaning behind their name?
there is none i just picked what sounded cool to me tbh
34. What inspired you to create them?
a dream i had abt a demon hunter world, in which, upon fleshing out the world with me bf, my first self insert was a demon, and his was a demon hunter.
well, with some time nd development, i decided to make a demon hunter self insert of my own and this bad boy was born
35. FREE SPACE! Drop some miscellaneous fun facts, tell us their backstory, do whatever! Go crazy.
SD:
he's been obsessed with a certain missing person's case for 5 years
has a knife he got as a gift from someone that he treasures dearly
used to draw nd make stories when he was younger but lost his spark completely and can barely think of a name for a character nowadays
has two fursoneys [deer and a mink/monkey thing]
undiagnosed autism [the "i make bombs" kind]
DH:
has lightning powers
comes from a military family
has chain knives he uses for combat
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RENEGADE BY BIG RED MACHINE FT. TAYLOR SWIFT APPRECIATION POST
UHM CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW I COMPLETELY SLEPT ALL OVER THIS SONG?????
LIK WOWWW, HAVE YOU GUYS HEARD THIS SONG??? IF NOT STOP AND GO AHEAD AND LISTEN TO IT RIGHT NOW.
LIKE NO SERIOUSLY, ITS SOOO GOOOD
THE VISUALS?? OHMYGOD OHMYGOD, THEY ARE MESSED UP AND MIXED UP BUT SO SO SO SO PERFECT
THE LYRICS??? BROOOOOOOOOOO I CANNOT PUT ENOUGH EMPHASIS ON HOW GOOD IT IS HERE ARE SOME EXCERPTS THAT I PARTICULARLY LOVE A LOT ( it may or may not b the entire song)
I tapped on your window on your darkest night
The shape of you was jagged and weak
There was nowhere for me to stay
But I stayed anyway
okay so even the comment section is perfect for this song like you could spend days in that section but, i read one that said
look how taylor says she tapped on the window, it couldve been knocked on the door, but no she went with tapped on th window, and w all know nothing taylor does is just a coincidence, so this person's theory was that she knew what she was getting herself into, when we knock on a door we have no idea on whats on the other side of the door, but when she tapped on a window she knew exactly what was going on n she decided to go in anyway and i just love that you know, like these little things are what make taylor swift taylor swift
And if I would've known
How many pieces you had crumbled into
I might've let them lay
And if I would've known
How sharp the pieces were you'd crumbled into
I might've let them lay
so th first para is in the starting of the song, implying she never knew how long the process of fixing actually was going to be and the second para is at the end of the song, saying she never realised how painful that process was going to be, mind blowing right??? There's more.
You fire off missiles 'cause you hate yourself
But do you know you're demolishing me?
And then you squeeze my hand as I'm about to leave
YEPP SHE JUST DID THAT, AND I SLEPT ON IT OHMYGOD, LIKE DO YOU SEE THE BEAUTY?? ITS SO HEARTBREAKING BUT SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN
Is it insensitive for me to say
Get your shit together?
So I can love you
Is it really your anxiety
That stops you from giving me everything?
Or do you just not want to?
look, again someone said in the comments section (thats comment section is bomb btw, its like 100s of literary students have convened and are dissecting th song and giving their opinions on it, its really beautiful imo) that this song could be our one half-broken, battered and tired self saying these exact lines to our other, want to be better but cannot because of so many excuses and doesnt it make perfect sense?
so this song can be about two people being in a relationship but it can also be about us, trying to be better but failing and it still makes perfect sense.
I used to always be super confused when someone asked which ts song to first listen to but now i am damn sure that it *has* to be renegade, even tho it is a collab, i think its the most lyrical song by taylor and aaron dessner and justin vernon.
ALSO THAT PART WHERE TAYLORS' AND JUSTINS' VOICES MIX???? OHMYGOD, TAYLOR, JUSTIN AND AARON SHOULD JUST FORM A BAND ATP
anyway, that is it, it became much longer than i originally intended it to be, but i really really really like renegade, do listen to it if you haven't already!
love you always byee
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Expunged is a beast with great power, yes? Well so are the creatures in the R-TYPE series you little shit. So for fun let’s see if Expunged cannot only survive but beat the shit out of the bosses in this game series.
Since this is combining the mechanics of R-TYPE with a chaos god from a rapping game mod, I have allowed some creative liberties. Expunged is not an R-craft spaceship and does not have access to a force or its powerups. Expunged can however shapeshift, but due to her being biological I give her the blessing of being hit a few extra times as supposed to being one-shotted if she touches anything.
Because I’m lazy we’re going up to Delta and skipping Super and Leo.
R-TYPE
1. Encounter (Dobkeratops): ex
It’s the first level, easy enough, and in space. But let’s say Expunged can survive in space for plot reasons. Dobby here can be one-shot with a fully charged and powered shot. The weak point is the chest burster in the middle. Maul that, and it’s a win of many battles to come.
2. Creature Cave (Gomander): ex
Creatures jump out at you. There are also jellyfish and an invincible snake. Gomander can be cheesed by camping at its weak point, which also simultaneously hurts it. Expunged is prone to strategies like this so let’s assume she uses it well.
3. Gigantic Warship (Green Inferno): ex
Space but this time you tear apart a whole warship. Easy for an Expunged.
4. Frontline Base (Complier): debatable
I wasn’t sure about this one because of the spore-producing enemies (Cytrons) and the boss that splits itself into three. The Gelds might also be an issue.
4.5 Hidden Stage (Helger): ex
Only found on the Master System, this is a very simple stage full of bugs. Helger just shoots bouncy balls. Expunged will be fine.
5. The Den (Bellmite): debatable
Fun fact! This stage is supposed to be underwater. Lets say Expunged can breathe underwater. The enemies in this stage explode or shoot deadly unblockable rays, and Bellmite is a machine guarded by many biological pods. These pods can shoot in and out and can quickly overwhelm the player. The same can be said about Expunged.
6. Transport System (way too many Dops): bydo
Too many Dops. This is the hardest level in the game, and the most puzzle of the game. A tight labyrinth with containers only able to be hurt on one side. Touching the walls is also a no, sorry buddy. In the PC version there is an actual boss named Yashoo that can be defeated, but surviving to get there?
7. City In Ruins (Bronco): debatable
There are way too many enemies here. Also trash.
8. The Bydo Empire’s Star (Bydo Core): bydo
While this stage is fairly simple, the boss is what causes Expunged’s downfall. The Core can only be harmed by shooting your R-craft’s force into it, and since Expunged doesn’t have a force, that’s a no-go. Even if she did attack every time the Core revealed itself, the Wins it produces lock onto the player after too long, ensuring instant death. (Expect Expunged to lose to the last levels a lot…)
Tally results: 4ex, 3debatable, 2bydo
R-TYPE II
1. Ruins (Subatomic): ex
The first level has similar mechanics and style to the first game’s first level. The boss is Dobby in a metal suit, with the same weak point. There are just more variation of attacks. Expunged should be fine.
2. The Cave (Barakus): ex
Half underwater, with sea bugs, crabs, and bombs. The boss is a little quirky but Expunged will be fine.
3. Gigantic Warship (Corvette): debatable
Name misleading. It’s actually many smaller warships that either fly as one or two on the screen. Corvette has three weak points that fly in and out of the main machine as it moves around. Tricky to navigate.
4. Resource Acquisition Area (Rios): debatable
This level is the hardest of the game… because shit moves. Other than that, it’s simple enemies, but Rios is not to be underestimated. It’s an unfair fight due to the environment moving with it in a chase scene.
5. Additional Base (Blender): ex
Like the fourth level, shit moves, except it doesn’t. Two little guys build and destroy the walls in a shifting labyrinth. Blender’s arena also moves depending on the enemies that wander through it. Expunged doesn’t have to follow this rule because she’s cool.
6. Bydo Empire (Womb): debatable
This last boss shares the same issue as the first game. You need a force to effectively destroy it before the homing missiles go crazy and lock on. Expunged might get help from the trapped ships, however…
Tally results: 3ex, 3debatable
R-TYPE III
1. Catapult Dimension (Guard Ray): ex
Spaaaaaaaaace first level also the boss is very silly. Expunged can handle it.
2. Acid Creatures (Necrosaur): debatable
There are creatures everywhere, and the walls are dripping with acid that destroy the actual level itself. I don’t think Expunged can be immune to that. Depending on if she has the American or Japanese version, Necrosaur will be very easy or she gets banned.
3. Heavy Metal Corridor (Course Crab): ex
Going down, sideways, and up. And there’s a crab that climbs the walls. I don’t have much to say about this one, but it’s an easy win.
4. Fire Cask Factory (Recojunator, Creature 666): debatable
The lanes of fire produced here take a lot of trial and error to remember, and that’s not even including the two bosses. The first is easy, basically City In Ruin’s Bronco but with fire lanes. After you defeat that, you exit the stage backwards, until you face la creatura. Oh and there are walls that smash you.
5. Bionics Laboratory (Phantom Cell): ex
The enemies here all mimic and or shapeshift, just like Expunged. Phantom Cell even takes the forms of bosses or enemies (Shell) fought in the past. Despite cosplaying as Rios for a hot second, there are no chase scenes, so Expunged should be fine.
6. Galaxy of Abyss (Mother Bydo): bydo
The layout of this one shifts in and out of reality. The enemies come out of a portal, and once the mini boss is defeated, the portal takes up everything. Mother Bydo is attached to a wall, but after being defeated once, pursuits you through a collapsing portal. The only way to win is to shoot your force into her. Expunged doesn’t have a force… I like to imagine that Expunged is dragged back into the portal instead of dying or escaping.
Tally results: 3ex, 2debatable, 1bydo
R-TYPE Delta
1. Lethal Weapon (Mortis-G): debatable
Crazy? The machine is crazy. It’s a ruined city because this huge fuck is going on a rampage. The first time it’s fought, twin jets are blown in your face, but the second time is backwards with an exposed core.
2. Deformation (Dust Nate Cocoon and Dust Nate Worm): ex
Half underwater, the fish here are bigger and deadlier, but I have confidence that Expunged can avoid them. And the other deformed creatures. The bugs are easy to kill.
3. Gigantic Attack (Trojan): ex
Another giant fuck-off robot, this time in the snow. And it walks. Expunged can survive space due to plot armor, she should be fine in a blizzard.
4. Invasion (QT Cat): debatable
This level is entirely scrolling upwards. It’s full of puzzles, enemies, and tight spaces. QT Cat should be easy for Expunged, but I’m not sure about everything else in this level.
5. Evil (Shell, Gomander, Green Inferno): debatable
Lots and lots of throwbacks, to levels that have been defeated and levels that have not. All the bosses here she has already fought. However, it is to be noted that this level takes place inside of a creature’s digestive track.
6. Awakening (Subkeratom): debatable
There is a lot going on in this level. Shit bouncing everywhere and enemies and probably an SMBZ reference tucked away. Subkeratom is someone we’ve fought before, many times, though I don’t believe Expunged can face against it as easily as before.
7. Life (Bydo Core): bydo
It’s back to the Bydo Dimension, which means you’re fucked because you aren’t an R-craft capable of opening portals. The level is tame, the boss might be a little overwhelming, but let’s say Expunged can defeat it without a force. She won’t be able to escape the dimension and will eventually get the R13 treatment.
Tally results: 2ex, 4debatable, 1bydo
Final results: 12ex, 12debatable, 4bydo
Conclusion:
Expunged would be able to play R-TYPE but not without getting hurt, losing a life or two, and getting a bad ending.
#i scream#my stuff#dave and bambi#r-type#long post#dnb expunged#sorry dnb and r-type fans you guys probably are unaware of each others mediums#don’t worry though this should fix that
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Character arcs so far ( Jude's pokemon)
Overall, Jude and his team are grieving and coping with the deaths that have happened.
Blythe - Genuine anger towards her trainer, feels like he doesn't care about them since he immediately replaced Flora and Jellybean with Guardian and Leonora. Don't get her wrong, she loves those two, but it just felt so wrong to how quickly Jude is pushing forward. Outside of that, Blythe is struggling hard with what it means to be a leader. It was all fun and games until it wasn't and now she's wondering if she's even cut out to lead.
Henry- Irl, modest nature isn't the best nature for a Gogoat. It leans her good attacking stat isn't all that great, and there isn't a whole lot of special moves that she can learn. In the story, this translates to Henry feeling so. Weak. She couldn't even three shot the weepinbell with bulldoze, or ko something with seed bomb, her strongest move. There's grass knot sure but that was after the brutal ramos fight. Before then she wouldn't be as reliable as she wants to be and it hurts. She just feels so useless with everything, both in her strength and keeping the team together. She just doesn't know what to do. She just feels weak.
King- Baby boy is confused and hurting. He's new to the new world. Not fully accustomed to the ways that the pokemon live in. But he's enjoying his time! Enjoying being with his new friends!! But.... they're all sad now, and he doesn't understand why. Can't they just. Come back? He did that, right? Though, oddly enough, the thought of his death and subsequent revival erks him a lot. He doesn't want to think of it. Doesn't want to remember his past life.
Masao- Masao is a peculiar case in being a recent addition. He is the Lucario that liked Jude due to his aura, which proceeded to freak Jude out because he was so sure that he was repressing all of that shit down. He doesn't exactly have a dynamic with anyone just yet, in fact ever since obtaining him, Jude hasn't used him once( minus the Korrina fight). So I don't exactly have a clear personality just yet. Though, I am thinking he might think highly of Jude, expecting him to be something amazing because why wouldn't he? His aura showed Masao that so why wouldn't Jude be this amazing person. He wasn't there for the Ramos fight, so he doesn't fully understand the situation. He is very peeved at being boxed though.
Guardian- A Golett that I also don't have a clear personality or arc for. They're....quiet. Not in nature, that's careful. But they don't say a lot. They don't really need to. They were closest to Jellybean, given how they joined the team around the same time. I think, next to Henry, they is the most patient. They have this state of calmness around them. Don't mistake- they are grieving. But they aren't as angry. Just. Patient. Waiting. Does that make sense?
Leonora- Not exactly the newest member, she was there since the beginning- but was boxed in favor of having Blaze. I feel like because of this, she has this slight resentment towards the Charmeleon. Her pride was honestly wounded when she was boxed. She hated it. She hated being cast aside for a dumb lizard. A tiny part of her is glad that he's hurt, so she can take the spotlight once again.....she knows that's bad. Very bad, so bad that she doesn't even say a thing about it. But even so, her ego is wounded and she is more than eager to prove her worth ( she's more worthy than a dumb lizard).
And those are the main players right now! I'm actually just gonna be training Leonora up cause she's way behind in terms of level ( currently level 23, formerly 18). So there might not be some plot stuff happening juuuuuust yet. Still, I thought it would be fun to write down where everyone's at right now. Hope it was a fun read!
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I decided I am going to make a list, off the top of my head, of the worst things that the human race has done/is doing but not confronted.
(in no order except which they come out of my head).
1-the genocide of the natives or indigenous people (of WAYY WAYYYYY too many fucking countries). They all just blow it off.
2-We have enough nuke bombs to end the planet like...10x over. Controlled by the worst of humanity. WHY? Either you use them or disarm them. ANYTHING in the middle hints closer to using them. Also how america used 2 nukes on innocents, and no one ever seems to call them out, even the people they bombed.
3-I only recently learned of this, but america also FIRE BOMBED THE FUCK outta japan just around the nukes. Cuz WHY NOT!? From what I read, they're more pissed about that than the nukes...no idea why. Then agent orange and so many other chemical weapons used in war over the years...no one else could get away with what we have. No one.
4-mao, stalin, and so many dictators who are praised cuz they did some right, but were FUCKING EVIL and did more bad than good. washington was a piece of shit too.
5-epstein's island. Child sex murder island was found (and I promise, relocated) and NOTHING HAPPENED TO ANYONE EVER. I do not know if it's cuz it's still happening or what, but this one fucks me up the most. Knowing RANDOMLY somebody rich could have your kid stolen, flown across the world, tortured, raped, then murdered, and NEVER get into any trouble for it? And they do it regularly? THAT IS NIGHTMARE SHIT!
6-how many times the american government has knowingly killed innocent people, in and out of its' borders, but because it is so good at killing, everyone is afraid to stand up to them. NO ONE calls out america unless 'it's too far.' And even then they back off...or go to jail or are killed.
7-huge dense cities in no way can be healthy for the human body, mind, or spirit. There's a reason no SUPER big city thru history lasts. They get one big outbreak, or lack of resources, and die overnight. I mean, do you think it's logical all the food, water, and electricity comes from well outside most cities, and in an emergency, NO MAJOR CITY ON THE PLANET could keep all their people alive on internal resources alone for more than probably a week? Plus, no nature? YOU ARE PART OF NATURE.
8-intentional scarcity. Currently happening, and it happens...all the time. Those in power are threatened, so they make the people sick, weak, and dependent on them. They cause the problems so you come to them for the solutions.
9-how many times the government/scientists/businesses have made false claims, people died, and no one ever answered for it. Asbestos. DDT. Even cigarettes. I mean, the us government allows people to die from legal drugs. Period. They know they kill and allow them on the market.
10-EVERYONE ON THE PLANET DOES NOT HAVE ACCESS TO CLEAN DRINKING WATER. Like the #1 thing worldwide we all need, and we never got CLOSE. Never attempted...WHY?! It is the most important thing, hands down, no debate. Can't get you healthy food either. But that deadly medicine I mentioned earlier....they got tons of it for everyone...
11-the CIA is the hit squad for the rich. And every major country leader knows this. FBI too, but that's for local threats. side note-been proven MORE THAN ONCE the FBI knew of an attempted shooting beforehand, and allowed it to happen. FACT.
12-circumscision is rape. I didn't even admit this till later in life but...I want it back, and it was stolen from me against my wishes.
13-money is not real, banks are a ponzi scheme, and the federal reserve answers to NO ONE. This is CLEAR as day, but everyone thinks THEIR game of pretend is better. IT IS ALL PRETEND! How about we pretend a better fucking world?
Please, feel free to add to the list. Just prefer it be not addressed by majority, current or historical, and true. Don't just make up shit. 'Aliens live in my butthole with a JFK clone.' Ok....sure they do, buddy. Fart me up another one..
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//The first P-P-P-P-Public Transport Drabble in a while, I think? Needed to purge the dumb creative writing assignment from uni from my system with some Yi Parent fluff. Nothing better than writing about two dead ass people, amirite?
Something something spending all that time hunting Jhin makes a Wuju Master a sappy boy, especially when you see so many families get fricked off while you’re away from your own. Sad wife also, because the other side of the equation is complicated too.
Dearest and Most Esteemed Mystic,
I write to you in the hopes that this letter finds you in the best of health. Better health, hopefully, than caring for me with your ceaseless devotion would have you in. Zhyun weather treats us all well, but the demon of the lands terrorizes the people still. I dare not to recount the things I’ve seen in my wandering, but let it be known that I am reminded every day of you, our own family, and the safety and sanctity we enjoy where others do not. Though we take no part in active investigation anymore, we at least hope our coordinated efforts with the Kinkou shall end these predations soon.
But to you, my wife, I say with certainty: Not a day goes by that I don’t see a flower, tree, bird in the sky, or even the aesthetic dance of shadow that doesn’t remind me of your boundless beauty, grace, and every redeeming quality I’ve been in awe of for the last forty years of my life. None of these compare to that which you encapsulate of course, and you might even think me senile if I see you in all places like I do. But, I suppose, I simply miss you, Huan. I’m refreshed by the chance to travel, but it’s nothing but a chore without you by my side. I’ve been pressing flowers, as the land allows, so I hope these will bring some of this adventure back to you.
I’m composing a play, in fact, about this entire ordeal. Writing things down when my Master isn’t around to chide me. Nothing of the blood and sorrow of these lands selfishly, but of a demon who sought to keep loves apart, and who thwarts his letters with ill thoughts. I’ll have your name remembered somehow, Huan. I’d weep if it went unrecorded to history like so many other wives of Wuju Masters. Hopefully, when I return, you’ll like it enough to watch me put drum beats and dance steps to the story?
With a heavy heart though, I must close this letter, for I only have so much parchment with which to write. I know you much prefer these trinkets than the personal ways we have always communicated at distance, so keep this well if you so desire. Burn it otherwise. Do whatever it is that makes you feel better. I look forward always to the day which I return to your side.
Always, and always,
Yi Chao
Always, and always.
That was, funnily enough, how he always signed his letters. Always with some reaffirmation of their life long bond, and then the always, and always. It made her giddy, in a teenage lover sort of fashion. Even if most would call her elderly, his words had their way of resting upon her heart and revitalizing her spirit. She hugged the ragged letter close to her chest, hoping the words would imprint on her forevermore. Though as if the writing was tactile to her, her fingers on the back face of the parchment noted a discrepancy in texture. When she turned the pages over, her brow raised as she scanned what appeared to be odd notation. Something she thought she should recognise, yet the meaning escaped her.
“Chao, your ways astound me, at times.” She remarked to herself, not braced for a reply,
“They astound me too, if I’m honest.” A gasp left her before her cordial nature could suppress it, and she recoiled from the source a moment before she could take the man in properly. In all her reading, she hadn’t felt illusion sweep her away,
“Chao!”
“Good evening, Wushi Mu.” He offered with the slightest smile, a warm expression that only grew when she leapt for him with arms out wide. Though there was a fantastical quality to his visage -- he felt more like a plush toy than a man of flesh and magical prowess -- she took him in her embrace all the same.
“This isn’t fair, Chao.” She whined into his chest, “I’ve told you, don’t use your telepathy unannounced. It’ll make me cry.”
“I’m sorry.” He laughed, of all things, “I just had a twinge in my mind. I felt it across Ionia. You were reading a letter of mine and feeling sad. I couldn’t help myself.”
“And I can’t help myself either, Wushi Fu.” Finally, Huan rose from the depths of her embrace, looking up to the man and his forever creased featured, hoping he didn’t notice the new wrinkles on her own, “You write me such niceties, and they both satiate my heart and hollow it. I’ll miss you so long as you’re gone. It can’t be helped.”
“Soon, I’m hoping...” He took in a deep breath, though never seemed to sigh it out again, “If we don’t resolve the matter soon, there won’t be any more people left in Zhyun to slaughter. It becomes more uncomfortable the less we’re able to help, though the Kinkou and their students seem sympathetic to our efforts as they become more exposed to the things we’ve been dealing with for years.”
“Years...” The word just came out, like a silent prayer to the Stars and All that another year wouldn’t pass her by alone. In her mind as he was, his expression saddened with hers, the weight of loneliness threatening to crush them both.
“Soon, Huan. I promise.” Chao said it, but the reality of how unsure he was echoed within their private quarters, “I’m trying my hardest.”
“Saving lives...”
“Yes...”
In equal parts remorse and sympathy, they stood there a time in the comfort of each other’s arms. How selfish she felt, that she wanted for more than just this. Most weren’t so lucky to be magically inclined, and fewer to be so gifted from birth. The fact she could hold him at all, even in her mind, should have been enough.
Yet it was never enough. How selfish she was.
“Oh, I must ask.” Words came back to her in time, and she elected to make them the most passing of conversation, “What is this notation on the back of your most recent letter? Should it be something I can understand?” His brow quirked a moment, but in time it morphed to realization, then another rare smile.
“I must have forgotten and written on some parchment I was using. It’s music. A composition I’d been working on, for my cover. Let me go a moment.” She complied, reluctantly, and he spirited away from her with the grace of a half step. The Wuju Master stood apart from her, heels together, and with the flourish of an invisible veil his clothes morphed before her eyes. From the robes of a Master, to the patchwork furs of some traveller. There were colourful patches and adornments in his poncho here or there, with bells and beads to accent, and even the odd accents of face paint to his person. Most interestingly though, was the long necked, stringed instrument that lay slung over his shoulder, like nothing she’d ever seen before.
“Master and I travel as a pair, regrettably.” Chao began, retrieving the instrument just as it came to her mind, the bow of the thing resting in his other hand, “But he was receptive enough to ensure that, when in cover, we travel as a bardic pair. It at least brings some joy to people as the Demon lurks, and it’s given me the chance to pick up this.” He drew the bow across it idly then, with earthly deep sounds filling the wooden space, “I didn’t think I’d have much interest in stringed instruments, and I’m not sure I do now. But it was all the Zhyunian council could lend to me, so I’ve been composing instead of sleeping, as of late.”
“I’m happy for you!” She proclaimed, palms clasped, “Despite the circumstance, I’m happy you can do something creative with yourself.”
“And my Master only protests in the slightest.” The smile, this time, was a gorgeous thing to see. Any smile when talking of his father was a blessing, “But all this talk of me. I’m not partial to it. I want to hear of what you’ve been up to. Of how our children’s families fare… and how much our son squanders our influence while I’m not there to scold him.”
“These things can wait until my letter arrives in your fingertips.” Huan replied, tapping her nose with a finger and drawing closer again, “Right now I have you in front of me, with all your embellishments, and a piece of music no less.” She waved the parchment before him, notation his way, “You can’t expect me not to ask you to play?”
“I’m not very good, you know.” Chao retorted, though she immediately shook her head,
“Nonsense.”
“I play if only to supplement my story telling. I merely hope that people listen to the story more than the music.”
“Then tell me a story. Please, Chao.” She retreated to her lonely sleeping mat, sitting upon it astutely. His brow quirked in a particular way, but she just sat there waiting.
“Huan…” He offered in time, before he shook his head, “You’ll not rest until I’ve made an embarrassment of myself.”
“It’s just you, and me, and that strange instrument of yours, Poet. There is plenty we could do or say, but I just want to see you play.”
“Is it you who is the poet, or is it I?” They both shared in a laugh, but with no other place to go all the man could do was sit and play.
And what did he have to worry about? This wasn’t real. All of this was an illusion brought forth in her mind by his magic. If he so wished, ever note could have been one sent by the Stars, so divine that she would never hear another one better until he drew the bow back again. But he was honest with her, and for that she enjoyed the music so much more. There were mistakes, and notes where his fingers didn’t quite hit the mark of where the note should lie, but the fact it was him made it special. He told not much of a story in the end, just content in focusing on how his hands manipulated the two strings.
She could have let him go on with the sliding tones and deep, chaotic rhythms of the strange thing that looked only like a bowl with strings attached, but such wasn’t meant to be. Even he, with his eyes closed and rocking motions entranced by the sound, seemed content to continue until an interruption stayed him. Movement caught Huan’s eye, right in her peripherals, of a flourishing doorway curtain.
“Mother, Father…” Groaned a young woman, eyes heavy with the time of night and an infant protesting under her robes, “It’s good to see you, and to hear you, but if you’re going to do things like this, please be considerate for your children that are just as sensitive to your mind games as Mama.”
“Er… Good evening, Feng.” Said the man, stopping dead in his melodies,
“Good evening…” She grumbled, “Please do things like this when mothers with babies don’t have to sleep?”
“I’ll be more particular with my mentalism next time. I’m sorry.”
With that, she grumbled off, baby still babbling unawares at her breast. The parents merely exchanged glances for a time, before both of them summoned a grin.
“What a beautiful family we have.” He commented on a mumble, leaving his instrument on the floor.
“Careful. Such compliments might keep people up at night.” Huan chuckled.
“I hope they do, in part.” He replied, “It’s not often I’m of a mind to give compliments… but perhaps I must keep the recital for the rare moment I have time during the day?”
“Just hold me, before you go, Chao?”
And he did, this time with more weight behind his skin. The man might as well have been there as she held his image as tight as she could. Yet with a kiss to her forehead, her grip slowly became filled with just air. Quietly, he and his sounds, his music, and peculiarities, faded away, and all she had left of him was the parchment penned in his hand. She hugged it, then, harder than she knew she was able. Hoping that, as he returned to his own consciousness, he’d feel her embrace all away across Ionia. Damn the Demons, and damn the politics.
All she wanted was her family to be whole again…
#WUJU THRIVES IN STORY NOW 『Drabbles』#P-P-P-P-PUBLIIIC DRAAABBLES#I'm queueing drafts now too so don't be surprised if I'm here and they don't go out until later#just want to pace myself <3#I forget how much I enjoy Yi's parents#just because their characters are made interesting because of all le dramas#that caused wuju to be in decline#which then caused it to be weak enough to be bombed to shit#just let them have their moments in the past pffft
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Found Family
holy shit did this one get way out of hand. Don’t expect them all to be this long because hot damn this is a monster compared to literally everything else but it just wouldn’t stop
(should I have expected this? probably. we all know how I am about found family.)
anyway enjoy 4.5k words ig
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When Marinette had been chosen to intern with Monsieur Wayne’s PA, she hadn’t been expecting anything special. Sure, the Waynes were an odd breed and generally considered strange, but Marinette hadn’t actually expected to have much contact with them—if any at all.
She was here to earn credit for her business degree.
Instead, she has… well. She thinks she’s been somehow inducted into the Wayne family, mostly on accident and kind of as a joke.
That is, until it very much wasn’t.
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Her first mistake, she supposes, was being too good at her job.
Marinette is an old hand at keeping track of multiple moving parts and riding herd on stubborn people who’d otherwise be too distracted or goofing off. (She was the Court’s leader for more than just being the latest in a long line of Ladybugs, after all.)
After the first two days shadowing Selina—“please, darling. Ms Kyle is so formal”—and learning the broad strokes of the job, Marinette felt confident enough to dig her nails in and get to work. Selina spent most of her time dedicated to international tasks and arranging Monsieur Waynes’ private affairs—all of which was highly classified and not discussed with Marinette—so she turned her attention to inter-company affairs.
Her first order of business was personally meeting with as many people in managerial positions as she could get. Not a requirement for the job per se, but these were people she’d have to interact with often and Maman had always stressed the importance of building connections in the workplace.
“People,” she would say, “are far more willing to do what you want them to when you’ve endeared yourself to them.”
So Marinette takes that advice and spends her breaks and lunches charming employees and giving baked goods to security guards and learning the names of the cleaning crew. She doesn’t speak to the department heads, because Selina handles their correspondences, but everyone else is free game as far as she’s concerned.
She becomes a well-recognized face astoundingly quickly.
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Marinette probably should’ve seen the rumors coming.
It’s common practice in not only the Wayne family, but in most business conglomerates, for the children to quickly rise through the ranks of their company—if not just handed a high position right off the bat.
It took barely a month before the eldest was all but running Human Resources, and the second was placed as Head of Security practically out of nowhere. Monsieur Drake is the youngest (and most terrifyingly calculated) CEO to ever hold Wayne Enterprises, even if he does share the title with his father.
The other three are still too young or have yet to express an interest in the company, but people say it’s only a matter of time.
The track record speaks for itself, even if Marinette wishes it didn’t.
As a girl who’d come mostly out of nowhere and found herself with far more divisive sway in the company than she had any right to, it’s no wonder everyone thinks she’s some sort of secret Wayne finally coming out of hiding.
Marinette had nearly choked on her coffee when Selina dropped the bomb of that particular tidbit of company gossip.
“Most think you’ve been unofficially adopted,” Selina tells her, looking far too amused for Marinette’s liking. “Seeing as you’re too old for official avenues now.”
Marinette looks up warily from the schedule she’s rearranging. Selina had all but shoved the thing at her a month ago when she started suggesting more efficient ways of managing the CEOs’ valuable time.
“Only most? Does that mean the rest have common sense?”
Selina’s grin widens even further, if that’s possible, and Marinette regrets her question even before the older woman starts speaking.
“Oh, of course not!” she laughs delightedly. “The rest are hoping to hear news of wedding bells. It’s high time someone swept a Wayne off the market, don’t you think?”
***
“So you’re the new little sister I keep hearing about.”
Marinette stares up through narrowed eyes at the brightly smiling Dick Grayson. In her stomach, there are already the beginnings of resignation starting to form.
“It’s nice to finally meet you!”
This man is going to bring her nothing but trouble. She can tell.
***
Dick takes a liking to her. And she, against her better judgment, finds herself doing the same to him.
It’s a little hard not to, if she’s being honest. He’s bright and bubbly and brings her bagels during his morning break without her ever having asked.
It takes practically no time at all before Marinette considers him a friend, relaxing when he’s near and laughing openly at his ridiculous jokes. Despite being the head of HR, he’s not great at the whole ‘professional’ thing and often employees will walk by to find him draped across a chair or balancing precariously on the edge of her desk while she tries and fails to get some work done while he’s around.
It really doesn't help all of the ‘Marinette is a Wayne’ rumors running around. Especially when Dick starts pointedly calling her every variation of ‘little sister’ that he can think of just to annoy her (and, she knows, because he thinks the entire situation hilarious).
***
Three weeks after befriending Dick, Selina all but shoves her into Monsieur Drake’s office and, in no uncertain words, says, “He’s your problem now.”
Marinette blinks at what she can describe as nothing other than a disaster area and just… sighs.
Tim blinks back at her.
The motion is somehow both completely blank and filled with an uncomfortable amount of knowing at the same time. There is also, she notices, a frankly ludicrous amount of concealer caked beneath his eyes and more coffee cups scattered on every flat surface than Marinette has ever seen in her life.
She knows his schedule like the back of her hand seeing as she spends hours of her day pouring over it to make sure everything runs smoothly. He has no prior engagements for the next three hours.
“You’re not going to take a nap just because I ask, are you?”
He snorts. “Absolutely not.”
She nods, having expected the answer; her phone was already at her ear before he even finished speaking. “Hey, Dick!” she greets, sounding brighter than she feels at the moment, and watches as Tim stiffens in front of her. “Yeah, no. I was just wondering if you’re busy right now.” She pauses. “Oh, good! Can you come up to Tim’s office for me? Yeah, I need you to knock him out so I can fix his dumpster fire of an office.”
Tim has since started waving his hands frantically at her, panic setting in behind his eyes.
Marinette stares at him, unmoved. “Thanks, Dick! You’re the best!”
The silence after she hangs up is deafening.
“I don’t know if I should be impressed by the ease you’re manipulating me or pissed off that you’re doing it in the first place.”
She hums thoughtfully. “Does your decision have any bearing on my future employment?”
His eyes squint. “…No.”
Marinette shrugs, mind already whirling with what she’ll need to get done first and calculating how long she’ll likely have to get it done. “Then I think you should skip right over both of those and land on resignation as quickly as possible, Monsieur, because you’re going to have to get used to it regardless.”
It’s silent for a long moment, and she worries for just a second that she’s severely crossed some sort of line. Then Tim bursts out laughing instead of, you know, firing her like he probably should have.
“Oh, yeah. You’re going to fit right in here.”
Marinette doesn’t ask where the ‘here’ is. She’s pretty sure she already knows.
***
It takes ten days for Marinette to wrangle Tim’s life into something resembling order. His office is clean and organized to his liking. She’s developed a system of filing so that all paperwork goes through her and is quickly sorted into ‘can be handled by Marinette’, ‘forge his signature and tell him about it later’, and ‘actually important enough to have Tim read through’.
His schedule is the most efficient it’s ever been and Marinette is quickly honing the skill of getting him properly dressed and out of his office in under thirty minutes. (Dick is, thankfully, a great teacher and has little to no qualms about giving her the key to all his little brother’s weaknesses.)
Selina stares at her when Marinette all but drags Tim from his office, a folder tucked neatly under his arm and the sugary monstrosity of a caffeinated beverage she’s bribed him with in her own, with a whole ten minutes to spare before his meeting with the Board.
“My dear,” she says solemnly, “you are positively magic.”
She doesn’t even look up from where she’s simultaneously wrangling Tim’s hair into submission and laying his tie down flat. “You have no idea.”
***
She knows Tim is capable of professionality. She’s seen the cool facade he pulls up in front of the Board members and the kind but impersonal smile he uses on the employees of Wayne Enterprises. (He is not the Ice Prince of the Wayne family, but Marinette believes he should have some equally ruthless sounding title.) He is aloof and sharp and every inch the businessman people praise him to be.
She’s seen it. And yet…
“Monsieur. Why are all the Lexcorp contracts I gave you done in crayon?”
Tim doesn’t stop messing with his Rubix cube or even look up at her when he says, “Cause deadbeat fathers don’t deserve the respect of a pen.”
Marinette is very tired. She does not have time for this. “What are you talking about?”
“Lex is a bitchass absentee dad and I live to inconvenience him.”
“What about inconveniencing me?” she all but whines. “I can’t hand him these!”
That does make Tim look up at her, eyes wide with false innocence and mouth pouting up at her. “But sister dearest, I’m your little brother. It’s my job to inconvenience you.”
Growling in frustration is probably an inappropriate reaction to the situation.
But, Marinette thinks, so is the fact that both of the Waynes she associates with regularly seem hellbent on convincing the world that she too, is a Wayne, so.
(Is this how Alya felt dealing with the twins? Cause if so, Marinette takes back every joke she ever made—little siblings are a bitch.)
***
She meets Damian without warning.
Honestly, she never really expected to meet him at all but, well.
She finds him in Monsieur Wayne’s office, sitting at his father’s desk and doing something that she thinks is vaguely illegal, but she’s not about to tell her Boss a dozen times over how to parent his children.
Damian is a near-perfect copy of his father with darker skin and calculating green eyes. There’s also a more potent aura of danger around the child than there is around his father, like Damian hasn’t yet learned how to hide behind his public persona as his father had.
Or, Marinette looks at the teen thoughtfully, perhaps he just chooses not to.
“Monsieur Wayne,” she greets. Children like to be treated like adults, she knows, and Marinette doesn’t think this one is any different. “Selina hadn’t told me you’d be in the office today.”
“I don’t run my schedule by her,” he says flatly. A response she expected considering Dick’s stories.
“Of course not,” she agrees.
He finally deigns to look up at her and something flits across his expression, too fast for her to pick up on it. “Are those for Father? Bring them here, I’ll deal with them in his absence.”
Marinette raises her eyebrow. “I’m not sure that’s wise Monsieur.”
Damian scowls and sticks his hand out. “I’m perfectly capable of forging Father’s signature. Give them here.”
She does not move and, instead, lets her lips quirk up into the smile she’s been fighting since she stepped in here.
“I don’t doubt it,” she tells him, and she doesn't. Forgery seems exactly like the kind of skill a child who broke into the CEO’s office of a multi-billion dollar company would have. “But you’ll find that all forging of signatures has been finished for the day and that these,” she shakes the sheaf of papers lightly, “actually require your father’s attention.”
He snorts disbelievingly and it says a lot about Marinette’s life up until now that the blatant display of disrespect doesn’t piss her off but instead reminds her of Chloé and of the fact that she still needs to reschedule their spa day. It's been too long since they spent time together in person.
“Well,” she pauses and eyes the papers thoughtfully. “‘Requires’ in the sense that its information needed to trounce the Board when they start spouting off greedy bullshit about cutting corners on our humanitarian efforts. I’m not sure how much of it is actually useful for anything besides that.” She shrugs. “But homework is homework, yes?”
That gets her a thoughtful once-over. His hand lowers and he then turns back to whatever he’s messing with on his father’s computers.
“Very well,” he concedes. “Father will be back in approximately thirteen minutes. You can leave the papers and I’ll inform him of their… importance.” He smirks, but it’s more like he’s letting her in on a joke than anything else.
Marinette smiles back as she sets the folder on the desk, feeling, oddly, like she’s passed some sort of test.
***
The day after, both Dick and Tim are waiting for her with what looks like an entire bakery laid out in her workspace.
“Uh,” she says eloquently, setting her purse down on her chair because there’s not a single open space on her desk not filled with some kind of pastry. “What’s all this?”
She looks up to find neither Dick nor Tim has stopped staring at her since she walked in. “We heard you met Damian yesterday,” Dick starts warily, like he’s scared of her reaction.
The response does not abate her confusion.
“Yes, I did,” she says slowly. “That does not explain all… this.” She waves a hand, trying to encompass them as well as the state her desk is in.
The two brothers share a look.
“It’s a bribe,” Tim tells her simply and Marinette is taken aback for all of a second before her eyes suddenly narrow.
Dick cuts in hastily before she can say anything. “It’s more of an apology, really. For Damian’s behavior.”
But Marinette is confused and frustrated and just a bit offended by the apparent not-bribe at this point. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, but it only does so much.
“Damain’s behavior was fine,” she tells them with measured neutrality. “You two, on the other hand, are being weird and it’s freaking me out.” She crosses her arms expectantly. “Seriously, what’s going on?”
Appearing from out of nowhere, Selina drapes herself along Marinette’s shoulders and snags a raspberry scone. “I do believe,” she says as if sharing a secret, “That they are trying to keep you from quitting, kitten.”
Marinette wrinkles her nose. “Why would I quit? I like this job.”
She also likes the Waynes (in general, if not right then) and she likes Selina. The woman was a good mentor who didn’t shy away from the dirtier parts of the job and taught Marinette all she knew. (Even the bits, she noticed, that had little to nothing to do with being a personal assistant and were more likely to be found in the repertoire of a thief.
But, Marinette is in possession of her own sticky fingers and knows how to not ask questions, so. You know—curiosity killed the cat and all.)
She doesn’t voice any of that, but Selina, at least, knows it anyway. Marinette isn’t quiet about her gratitude after all.
“First meetings with the youngest Wayne don’t often go well,” Selina tells her. “In fact, I think he has a habit of making the interns cry.”
Dick makes some kind of offended noise. “Hey! He hasn’t done that since he was twelve!”
Tim elbows him in the ribs and Marinette makes a vaguely skeptical face at all three of them before deciding it wasn’t worth it. She has actual work to get done today and pastries to get rid of before she can even start.
She pats affectionately at Selina’s hand before grabbing as many boxes as she can hold. “Come on you two,” she says to the brothers. “You’re going to help me hand these out to the rest of the company.”
Dick immediately starts doing as told but Tim hesitates, humming thoughtfully. “You know that’s not going to help your whole ‘I’m not actually a Wayne’ thing, right?”
She glares at him. It doesn’t stop Tim from grinning like the utterly unrepentant little shit he is.
***
Things are quiet after the Damian Incident for a whole two weeks. It’s the longest lull Marinette has had since she first started and became somehow involved with the Waynes.
It ends because Dick finds out about the crush Marinette has been nursing on the Head of Security for three months now.
The Head of Security who is Jason Todd: second eldest Wayne sibling and Dick’s brother.
He takes it better than expected.
(Almost, she thinks later, a little too well.)
***
Despite her friendship with Dick and Tim—or perhaps because of it?—Jason had never seemed very interested in her. At first, Marinette had shrugged and counted it as a win; there was one Wayne, at least, who neither found her situation funny nor used it to poke fun at her.
They were on friendly terms, she supposed. Security has always been one of her more regular stops in the building, so she’d spoken to him often enough. He liked complaining that she spoiled his team rotten with all her treats.
But she also noticed that he likes her cherry danishes, so.
And then she noticed how crooked his grin was when he smiled. And how he seemed to have an arsenal of nicknames for everyone he knew. And the small collection of classic romance novels filled with sticky notes he tries and fails to hide in his desk. And, and, and.
It was around the time she began unconsciously memorizing his schedule based on when he was and was not there for her pastry deliveries, that she realized she may have made a misstep somewhere.
Jason was stubborn and passionate and flipped between overly proper and crass light a damn light switch. He was also, as stated, very much not interested in her.
Not that she would’ve pursued him anyway. He was a coworker as well as her friends’ brother.
Now if only one of said brothers could understand that.
“You should ask him out,” Dick suggests not for the first time and Marinette sighs, also not for the first time.
She loves Dick—she truly does—but he has been an aggravating level of unhelpful since he found out about Marinette’s latest romantic disaster.
“I’m definitely not doing that.”
Dick groans, like she’s being the unreasonable one. “Why are you being so stubborn about this?”
“Because I don’t like embarrassing myself?” she asks rhetorically. “Not everyone can have a fairy tale romance like you and Wally.”
He throws his coffee stirrer at her. “We are not a fairy tale.”
She shoots him a flat look. She’s heard Dick talk about Wally and Tim’s told her all the stories and she was there when he and Wally finally got their shit together. Dick was unbearable for an entire week with his gooey, lovestruck new lease on life.
“You two are the definition of fairy tale. You two make fairy tales look like trashy romance novels.”
He opens his mouth to argue the point before forcibly cutting himself off. “No. Stop distracting me. We’re not talking about that; we’re talking about you and Jason.”
“There is no ‘me and Jason’,” she reminds him through her clenched teeth.
“Not yet,” he says optimistically. Like it’s a fact, like he knows something she doesn’t.
He makes her want to slam her face into a wall. Truly, he does.
***
Dick stops running his HR papers up to her office. Instead, he’s somehow convinced Jason to play errand boy for him even though he literally never looks happy about it. What used to be a flimsy excuse for Dick to slack off for a few minutes and gossip with her has now turned into awkward silence as Jason drops off the papers and leaves without even a ‘hello’.
During their shared breaks, Dick takes to orchestrating ‘chance encounters’ between her and Jason, all but shoving them into each other (and even actually shoving that one time). She catches Jason shooting dark looks at Dick every time he does it, and if she’d been holding any iota of hope at this point, it’s been smashed to dust. Jason obviously knows of his brother’s meddling and isn’t happy about it.
But Dick just can’t take the hint.
Every failed plan of his makes him steadily worse about it all—more frantic and frustrated and like he wants to strangle her for her stubbornness. (The last feeling being more than mutual.)
Dick’s meddling starts to make her and Jason’s previously friendly, if distant, relationship awkward and embarrassing. With every pointed comment, she gets closer to just punching Dick in the face. Or, maybe, she’ll just tell Wally who really ate all the chocolate strawberry macaroons she made; it’d certainly be more devastating.
***
It all comes to head on a Thursday, after most employees have left for the day.
They run into each other in a breakroom, and she watches as Jason suddenly goes stiff, eyes flicking over her shoulder to no doubt scan for Dick. That single action makes her expression sour and she slams her empty mug down with more force than was necessary.
For Kwamis sake, he looks like a cornered animal. An image not helped by the way he jumps a foot in the air and stares at her like he’s worried she’ll suddenly lunge at him.
“Can we agree this is ridiculous?” she says abruptly. “I don’t know what Dick is trying to accomplish with his wingman schtick, but we both know it’s not going to work. Can we just… agree that he’s an idiot?”
A complicated look crosses Jason’s face before he snorts wryly. “Yeah, we can agree on that. Dickie-boy has always been a few sandwiches short a picnic.”
“I know things have been awkward between us lately, and I’m sorry about that, but I hope we can keep being friends?” she says hopefully.
“What in the world do you have to be sorry about?” he asks before she can start catastrophizing about the bewildered expression he makes at her words. “It’s not your fault.”
The smile she shoots him is rueful and she shakes her hand in an ‘ehh’ type gesture. “Kinda is. And I understand if the-” she makes a vague gesture between them that she hopes properly conveys ‘my giant, stupid crush on you’, “you know, is too much for you. Just say the word I’ll try and keep out of your way.”
She’s trying to be comforting or understanding or something like that, but all her words seem to do is make him upset. “Absolutely not,” he insists. “Sunshine, you are not going to change your routine just to make me feel better.”
Marinette crosses her arms, frowning up at him. “Why shouldn’t I? If I’m making you uncomfortable-”
He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “Uncomfort- Marinette. ” She jolts a bit at the use of her name. She doesn’t think he’s used it since her second week at W.E. “I’m not sure who made you think otherwise—and if it was Dick just tell me cause I’ll kick his ass —but barring the fact that I still enjoy your friendship regardless of any… feelings-” Marinette concentrates very hard on not showing emotion when he says that, “-it’s not your responsibility to deal with it.”
Okay, but… that makes no sense. Of course her feelings were her responsibility, that’s the whole point of them being hers.
“If it’s not mine, then whose responsibility is it then?” she asks, wondering where the hell his train of thought is running.
“Mine, obviously.”
She gives him a look, complete with narrowed eyes and thinly veiled judgment. “What? Is this some kind of gentleman’s martyr complex? Is that what’s happening right now?”
Jason huffs a laugh, but there’s no humor in the sound. “If me taking responsibility for my own damn feelings is a martyr complex then sure,” he snarks, not unkindly. More like he’s trying to protect himself by retreating behind a sour attitude.
Her mouth is halfway around a retort when his words catch up to her brain and she freezes.
“Your feelings?” she repeats. “Your feelings for… me?”
His voice is carefully neutral when he says, “Those would be the ones.”
Her mouth opens and closes and opens again. “You like me? Seriously?”
His face spasms at the question, starting at anger before he properly looks at her and the surprised expression on her face. He pales.
“You didn’t know?”
“No!” she squeaks, something she hasn’t done since she was fifteen. “Well Dick said but I didn’t believe him!”
And fuck, she thinks. This means Dick knew the whole damn time, didn’t he? Oh, she is so going to kill him the second she gets the chance.
Jason runs a hand down his face, covering his mouth as he gathers his bearings. Suddenly, his eyes shoot back open and land on her. “Wait. If you didn't know, then what the hell were you talking about just now?”
She blushes to the tips of her ears and buries her face in her hands so she doesn’t have to look at him. It was easy when she thought he’d figured it out himself. It’s harder now that she has to tell him. “I- I was talking about my crush on you.”
He’s quiet for so long that she gets antsy and peeks out from behind her fingers to see his expression. He’s still looking at her, but now there’s a wide, crooked smile on his face. The expression softens something in her chest and she lowers her hands.
“Really?” he asks, leaning closer.
Marinette nods, feeling a small smile spread across her lips.
He jolts forward, hands reaching for her before suddenly stopping just shy of touching. She startles a bit at the motion but doesn’t move away.
Jason licks his lips, smile smaller but no less bright. “I- can I?”
She blinks. “Can you what?”
“Kiss you.”
The blush returns full force, but with it also comes a smile, giddy and bright. She nods and no sooner than she does, is he swooping down to pull her into a toe-curling kiss. His hands cup her face with a tenderness that makes her smile, makes her giddy, and it’s not long before they’re both smiling too wide to actually kiss and are forced to break apart.
His hands fall to her back, practically engulfing her, and his chin drops onto her head. It’s warm and cozy and she thinks she could so very easily get used to this.
Later, they’re going to have to deal with Dick and Tim and Selina and the teasing they’ll no doubt have to endure—not to mention how much worse the rumors are going to get—but right now? Right now Marinette pulls Jason back down for another kiss and very pointedly doesn’t think about it.
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